At the beginning of the morning, the sky was cloudless and the blue waves were vast.
Celebrate Xiangcheng!
Thanks to the assistance from all parties and the huge human resources, after more than two months of reconstruction, it has restored its original scale and splendor. Even the flow of people coming and going is much more than before, and the city is full of people.
The noise is endless.
At this time!
In front of the city gate, a young man in a long gray coat was standing.
The young man has fine features and is extremely handsome. However, his clothes are very plain, and there is nothing special about him. Even if he has a passable appearance, he will definitely not attract attention in this Qingxiang City.
And this young man is none other than Ling Tianyu after he came out of seclusion.
Looking at Qingxiang City restored to its former glory and even more glorious, Ling Tianyu smiled. It seemed that the development was as expected. All forces were trying their best to show their favor to Tianxiang Pavilion. But what left Ling Tianyu speechless was
, in front of the city gate, there was a huge statue, and that statue was very similar to Ling Tianyu's previous disguise.
The difference is that there is a bit more majesty and coldness in the statue. It holds a long knife in its hand and sits on a ferocious giant beast, glaring angrily, with a ferocious look, and the carving is lifelike. And under the statue, a large crowd gathered, full of hearts.
Looking up at the statue with respect.
"This can't be me, right? Who gave me the sculpture? This is too outrageous, and I'm not that fierce, right?" Ling Tianyu muttered depressedly.
"Master, you have never shown your true appearance, so this sculpture certainly doesn't look like you." The little saint joked: "But master, you are really famous now. People in this city regard you as a hero.
, it seems that during your period of seclusion, you have caused quite a stir in Xizhou."
"Hero? Fortunately, I don't show my true face. If you do this, my true identity is not allowed to be told to the whole world." Ling Tianyu shook his head and sighed, but now it is indeed Ling Tianyu's true appearance, but with the participation
There are many differences in the appearance disguised at the pharmacists' conference.
Thinking about it, Ling Tianyu walked towards the city.
When passing by the city gate, you can clearly hear some conversations.
"Is this Lord Xiaotian? I really hope to see him in person."
"Tch, Mr. Xiaotian is the great hero of our Qingxiang City. How can you, an idle person like you, see him?"
"Strong! This is the real strong!"
"No, he is our hero! He is the patron saint of our Qingxiang City!"
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As everyone knows, just when the hero these people fear is passing by them, no one knows that the hero they admire in their hearts has appeared in front of them.
Ling Tianyu shook his head helplessly, but being worshiped as a hero satisfied his little vanity and smiled secretly: "Hey, actually it feels quite good to be regarded as a hero."
Following that, Ling Tianyu asked passers-by and headed to Yufeng Pavilion.
Returning to Qingxiang City this time, Ling Tianyu was not in a hurry to go to Tianxiang Pavilion, but wanted to see a friend. But more than two months had passed, and Ling Tianyu didn't know if the person was still there?
Soon, I arrived outside Yufeng Pavilion.
Yufeng Pavilion is affiliated to the Dark Night Hall, one of the seven secret halls. The power of the seven halls ranks fourth.
It can be said that Yufeng Pavilion is the largest of the seven pavilions. It is divided into four floors. The first floor is an ordinary gambling room, the second floor is the VIP area of the gambling room, the third floor is the place for drinking and entertainment, and the last floor is the VIP room.
, the consumption is huge, and it is not as monotonous as the previous gambling halls.
The power of Yufeng Pavilion is also very mysterious in Qingxiang City. Its master, Zangpeng, is called Poison Top by the people on the road. He is a ruthless character. Among the seven halls inside the secret door, although Anye Hall ranks fourth in terms of overall strength,
The strength of its pavilion master, Zang Peng, is second only to the hall master, and he possesses the eighth level of Zhenwu realm.
At this time, Ling Tianyu stood outside the huge attic. Although he had experienced the disaster in Qingxiang City and Yufeng Pavilion had suffered a lot of losses, he had returned to normal in more than two months.
In places like Yufeng Pavilion, almost everyone is welcome. You can see people coming in and out in an endless stream. Once you get outside the pavilion, you can clearly hear what's going on inside.
The noise came.
Without any explanation, Ling Tianyu stepped in. The first floor was a gambling house, and the noise inside was so loud that he thought the person he wanted to see would not be on the first floor, nor on the second floor.
Thinking about it, Ling Tianyu walked to the third floor.
On the third floor, it is relatively quiet. There is a balcony inside, and there are beautiful singers singing and playing music on the balcony, which is very pleasing to the eye. The people on this floor are all wearing expensive clothes, obviously ordinary people.
It is difficult for people to afford it here.
"Hello, sir, could you please reserve a table?" A flower-like woman came over with a smile. Although Ling Tianyu was dressed in ordinary clothes, in a place like Yufeng Pavilion, it was inevitable that he would have a noble status and a low-key behavior.
People, so in a place like Yufeng Pavilion, there won't be those snobs who look down on others.
"Haha, no, I am a foreigner, can I look around first?" Ling Tianyu said with a smile.
"Oh, okay, if you need anything, just call the Lun family." The woman bowed modestly and left wisely.
"Not bad." Ling Tianyu secretly praised, the Yufeng Pavilion felt quite comfortable, and the service was very attentive, so Ling Tianyu started walking around.
It's very big inside, with hundreds of tables, and each table is spaced a little apart so it doesn't seem too crowded. And the people inside are a mixed bag, including men from the world, mercenaries, and nobles.
, there are even some people with strange identities who are talking in private. Ling Tianyu seems to be an ordinary person, so naturally he will not arouse anyone's interest.
Ling Tianyu was also not interested in these people. He walked around and looked around with a slightly disappointed look on his face. Just when he thought that the man had left Qingxiang City, his eyes suddenly fell on an inconspicuous window sill corner.
There, sitting alone, was a young man in white with a face like a crown jewel and delicate features. At first glance, he was very handsome and handsome. He was a rare handsome man. There was a pot of wine and two wine glasses in front of the table.
Sitting there, he still looked tall and tall, as if he was waiting for something, and there was a hint of loneliness and weariness in his expression.
The young man sitting here gives people a feeling of standing out from the crowd. With his extraordinary and unique temperament, he looks like a leisurely Confucian scholar.
At a glance, the young man looked very similar to Mr. Bai whom Ling Tianyu had seen. The difference was that the aura in this young man's body was very restrained, to the point where Ling Tianyu could not tell the truth.
Ling Tianyu's face was startled, his eyes were half-closed, a special smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the young man.
The young man, who was lost in thought, instantly sensed Ling Tianyu's arrival. When he saw Ling Tianyu for the first time, his deep eyes sparkled with a strange light, and there was deep doubt hidden deep in his eyes.
"Friend, can you sit down for a seat?" Ling Tianyu asked with a smile.
"Of course, we are all friends." The young man raised his hand and smiled gently, put down the wine bottle, and politely filled the wine glass on Ling Tianyu's table, with a scholarly air in his actions.
Ling Tianyu was greatly shocked. He already suspected in his heart that the young man in front of him was exactly the person he wanted to see. But now the young man in front of him behaved very elegantly, not like he was deliberately pretending at all. His original thoughts could not help but change. I'm a little unsure.
But if the idea in his heart is established, then Ling Tianyu has to admire him. This disguise is so clever, and his literati and Confucian spirit are so vividly imitated that he is completely like a well-educated child of an aristocratic family.
At the same time, the young man was also looking at Ling Tianyu slightly, perhaps having the same doubts as Ling Tianyu. It was precisely because of this that the young man did not refuse Ling Tianyu to sit together.
After stabilizing his mood, Ling Tianyu seemed calm. He picked up the wine glass and drank heartily. The wine passed through his liver and intestines, and suddenly he felt a rush of blood, as if he was in a battlefield. His blood was boiling, and he felt really passionate. But after the wine was hot, , and there is a sense of desolation, and there is really a sense of sadness that the heroic ambitions have failed.
Ling Tianyu tasted it carefully and was intoxicated by the meaning of the wine. He did not expect that there would be such good wine in this world.
"This wine is Tears of Tears, which is the signature wine of Yufeng Pavilion. I wonder what you think, brother?" The young man smiled slightly, and looked at Ling Tianyu closely with his star-like eyes, as if he wanted to give Ling Tianyu to him. See through the general.
"The Battlefield of Tears? Haha, what a battlefield of tears." Ling Tianyu laughed loudly, picked up the flask on his own, and drank another cup of wine. After understanding the meaning of the wine, he couldn't help but chant: "Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield." , how many people have fought in ancient times!"
"Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?" The young man's face was startled. He seemed to have recited it silently several times in his mind. He was shocked. He looked at Ling Tianyu again, his eyes were strangely shining, and he clasped his fists appreciatively. Said: "Don't laugh at me lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. What a poem. It is truly an eternal quatrain. My brother's literary talent is outstanding. I really admire you."
"Where is it?" Ling Tianyu waved his hand in a pretentious manner, but he was just deeply moved and accidentally stole the poems of the ancients from the past life. Then he poured another glass, raised his hand and smiled: "Haha, wine meets a close friend. There’s not much to drink! Come on! Let’s not ask about names for now. How about we have a drink together first?”
"A thousand cups of wine is too little when you meet a close friend! Good! Good! How wonderful! I just say this to you, and I will have a drink with you!" The young man laughed repeatedly, and a sense of pride arose in his heart. He picked up the wine glass and drank with Ling. The wine glasses in Tian Yu's hands clinked together, and then they drank together.
As for those people not far away, it may be that Ling Tianyu and the others suddenly became too loud, which attracted their attention. However, seeing that the two of them seemed to be just literati, they looked down upon them with disdain, feeling that Ling Tianyu and the others were really It's so pretentious. How can a scholar and scholar be worthy of such a good wine?
After all, in this world that advocates martial arts, the status of literati is very low. But if they deceive some innocent little girls, literati will also be very lethal.