The guards were like pieces of wood, without any reaction.
Originally, Thirteen didn't insist on making things difficult for these people - but in the end, these people openly disobeyed his orders. As he always said what he said, a temper suddenly emerged in his heart.
Thirteen's tone was slightly urgent: "Presumptuous. Cough, cough..."
Two coughs.
There is no need to be furious, the change in tone is already enough to show the anger.
The guard bowed his head: "Gang leader, forgive me, gang leader, forgive me!"
Qiu Yao hurriedly said: "Gang leader, please calm down, your anger will hurt your body. Your body is not as good as theirs. Hey, what are you doing here? Why don't you get out of the way quickly?"
These guards are really stupid.
"But the Fourteenth Master"
Thirteen: "None of you are allowed to get up without my order. Qiu Yao, order the next wave of guards to be on duty. Cough, cough, cough..."
Qiu Yao: "My subordinate is going now. Don't be angry. Relax and relax. I will accompany you out when I get back. You can go wherever you want."
He ran away quickly.
The guards kept saying "Fourteenth Master" one after another, which made Chang Shisan very unhappy.
The guard heard the deafening cough and was about to step forward to help. Thirteen glared angrily: "Did you let me move?"
Guard: "Yes, yes, I don't dare to move."
These people were startled, and then they knelt down again. It didn't matter whether they were helping or not.
The leader of the gang who starts a fire is always someone who can neither be provoked nor avoided.
Light a fire next to the firewood.
It is not easy to be a guard - a guard with "entrustment". Fortunately, the gang leader is in poor health now and cannot hold the "whip".
The ground in the cold winter is hard, with a constant overflow of coolness. The snowflakes turn into thin drops of water. You can imagine the pain under the knees.
A small boy who had just joined the sect, he had never been tortured like this before.
Throughout the year, he had not seen the gang leader for many times. This relatively intimate conversation impressed him deeply - from now on, no matter it is the Fourteenth Master or anyone else, no matter how many instructions he gives, he should still listen to the gang leader! The gang leader is his god!
"I was really wronged..." A small, mosquito-like complaint floated out.
"Shh, don't talk."
"Why?"
"The gang leader can hear it."
"ah?!"
Anyone with experience knows that Chang Shisan's hearing is sharper than the average person, and nothing can escape his ears.
Qiu Yao hurried over with several guards changing guard.
Now, Qiu Yao could only accompany Thirteen out. Even if he wanted to stop him, he couldn't speak.
…
Qiu Yao was supporting him in front, with two helmsmen in front and ten disciples following him. This formation was definitely not what Thirteen meant.
After Chang Shisan experienced the catastrophe of the Blood-Shocking Pill, no one in the Tianyun Mountain Sect would approve of Chang Shisan going out and walking alone again.
They shouted in front and hugged each other, making it airtight.
Although it is snowing lightly, both sides of the street are crowded with people. As the New Year is approaching, both small vendors and shops are working hard and preparing to make a big profit.
Red pairs of lanterns, red Spring Festival couplets, red firecrackers, and red silk and satin.
Mixed with the buzz of trading jargon.
The cotton clothes looked a little bulky when worn on people, but their movements were not slow at all.
Everyone was in high spirits, with indescribable joy on their faces. Their left hand was holding a child who had just learned to run, and his right hand was carrying a basket full of new year's goods.
A group of people squeezed through the crowd, wrapping Chang Shisan tightly in the middle.
Qiu Yao: "Gang leader, should we take a break?"
Thirteen: "Drink tea."
Qiu Yao: "Okay, let's go to Tianyun Tea House."
Tianyun Tea House is a store under the jurisdiction of Ling Xiu. It is not big or small in size, with ancient wood structure, exquisite and elegant.
A bowl of tea, from cooking to final serving, goes through more than a dozen processes and is carefully polished. It can be said to be a laborious effort. Ninety-nine and eighty-one ingredients are combined into teas with different flavors.
Young men from aristocratic families and young ladies from rich families love the elegance here. Only this kind of place is worthy of their status.
Thirteen's body was covered with wounds and he was hobbling. A man in his twenties, but his legs and feet looked very much like those of a seventy-year-old.
The rest of the people also have to adapt to his pace.
Such speed successfully attracted the attention of a bunch of people.
The two words "Tian Yun" hanging high are elegant and free, like floating clouds in the sky or like a dragon swimming in the deep sea.
The sharp-eyed second brother suddenly saw a large group of people from Tianyun Mountain and hurried forward to greet them.
"We have seats upstairs and downstairs, please come in and invite us."
Lobby downstairs, private room upstairs.
However, I can only go downstairs at this time.
Qiu Yao: "Where is your shopkeeper?"
Second Brother: "The shopkeeper? The shopkeeper is not here. If you need anything, just tell me. My shopkeeper rarely comes over."
Thirteen: "He is busy with Zhang Yuan's affairs."
Afterwards, the second brother carefully cleaned up the two tables and arranged the refreshments for this group of people.
Anyone who wears the Xiangyun Belt of the Tianyun Mountain Sect around their waist will receive "special treatment" from the waiter.
After sitting down, Qiu Yao asked: "Ling Xiu, have you been reinstated?"
Thirteen turned his head and tapped his eyelids: "What?"
Qiu Yao's eyes dodge: "It's okay, just ask."
Suddenly a voice burst out from the lobby: "Waiter, serve tea, good tea!"
A man in his thirties wearing a gray robe, with messy hair and a carelessly trimmed beard strode in from the door.
Behind him was a short kid, who was a little energetic and childish. This kid had big, watery eyes. He was none other than Ah Fu.
The man in his thirties pulled out a chair, sat down lazily on his back, took two deep breaths, and sighed.
All the guests in the lobby were quietly looking at this "grand" man.