The streets of Wolong City were completely silent and dark, but at this time, the city lord's palace was brightly lit and noisy.
In the reception hall of the city lord, accompanied by the symphony of various musical instruments, playing, playing and singing, twelve girls with graceful bodies danced in the music, like fairies, one step at a time, two steps closely linked, drinking for everyone.
Add to the fun.
Everyone was chatting and chatting, but their lustful eyes were always lingering on these young and beautiful women with great interest.
After the first dance, while the maids were pouring wine for everyone, the middle-aged man sitting on the main seat stood up, slowly raised the wine bottle in his hand and congratulated.
"All you noble sages, please drink this cup to the fullest!"
This middle-aged man looks like a general. His face is as hard as iron and his eyes are sharp. Under the two dark eyebrows, his eyes flash, making people dare not look at him. He is naturally dignified. He must have been in a high position for a long time.
After everyone had finished drinking, he said to Wang Dalu who was standing down.
"Mainland, please give me a few more glasses of wine to Mr. Li for my father. He is highly respected, so you must maintain respect and practice the courtesy of a teacher."
It turns out that this middle-aged man is Wang Dalu's father, Wang Gang, and he is also the owner and baron of Wolong City.
A man who stands at the top of the city's power.
After Wang Dalu heard his father's words, he immediately stood up from his seat, and within a few steps he came to the old man opposite him. He looked at the sitting old man wearing a brand new dark green robe with a smile on his face.
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Wang Dalu kept shaking the wine bottle in his hand, but just smiled and said nothing.
The old man's surname is Li, and his given name is Guiyi. He was an experienced storyteller and fortune teller in Wolong City a month ago. Later, at the invitation of Wang Dalu, he happily came to the Wang family and became a guest of the Wang family.
Regarding the old man's attitude of accepting it happily without making any demands, Wang Dalu was actually quite suspicious deep down in his heart.
Wang Dalu once wondered whether he had misjudged the old liar and regarded the old liar as a treasure. Therefore, in the month after the old man came, Wang Dalu often took the opportunity to attack the old man, but he always made light of it.
resolve.
This feeling left Wang Dalu with a lump in his throat.
Until his father, Wang Gang, called him to the study one night and told him earnestly that the old man was a master of Taoism. Not to mention Wang Dalu, even Wang Gang himself should always maintain a sense of awe.
Wang Dalu didn't dare to ask any more questions after hearing his father's words.
Although in everyone's eyes he is a free-spirited and full-fledged second-generation man who walks around in Wolong City and is always the only one who bullies others. No one dares to bully him, but he respects and admires his father more.
After an hour of conversation, Wang Dalu remembered his father's words: treat Old Man Li as you treat his father.
Wang Gang's words made Wang Dalu feel a trace of resentment and jealousy towards the old man, as if his arrival would affect his status in Wolong City.
He was the second young man in the city, and he would never allow another person to appear above him, so he wanted to humiliate the old man as much as possible and make him lose face in front of everyone.
Seeing the smile in the eyes of the young man in front of him, the old man shook his head slightly and stood up. Only then did he hear Wang Dalu say to him.
"I, Wang Dalu, would like to express my respect to you sir on behalf of my father. Please drink this cup to your full capacity."
Before the old man could respond, Wang Gang's steady and loud voice was heard.
"My son, my father has told you more than once that you should not imitate the common people's speech. You must learn the official dialect in order to be respected by others. How come you still can't change this problem!"
"Here comes someone!" Wang Gang shouted.
At this time, two armored warriors appeared at the door and stood at the door.
"Immediately cut out the tongue of the teacher who teaches Mandarin in the yamen and drive him out of the house with a stick. I never keep waste in my house!"
"promise"
The two strongmen responded, and an old guy emerged from the living room, who was drinking and talking to the dancer, and quickly exited the hall.
The wise men and women who were still chatting and laughing in the hall couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when they saw this scene, and subconsciously touched their tongues to keep silent.
Fortunately, the sound of the musical instruments is still there, the beauties are still the same, and the dancing is still the same, which alleviates their respective embarrassments.
Wang Gang ignored everyone's expressions and instead bowed to Li Guiyi and clasped his fists.
"I would like to ask Mr. Li to be my son's Chinese language teacher. Mr. Li is from China. He knows how important it is to speak Mandarin well."
"Don't you dare, don't you dare. Thanks to the Baron's favor, I will make sure that the young master learns to speak fluent Mandarin."
After Wang Gang heard the old man's answer, he smiled and nodded, urging Wang Dalu.
"You are so naughty if you don't hurry up and accept Mr. Li as your teacher."
At first, Wang Dalu thought that since his Mandarin teacher was expelled, he would no longer have to learn the tongue-numbing Mandarin.
But who would have thought that in a blink of an eye, this annoying old man would take over.
Although he was reluctant, he still said it sincerely.
"Disciple Wang Dalu pays homage to Master Li."
He bowed to the old man three times, with a mixture of reluctance and joking in his voice.
In the following days, Old Man Li taught Wang Dalu Mandarin for two hours every day and explained some of the customs and customs of the mainland.
"Speaking fluent Mandarin is a prestige for people in the upper class. People from China often make fun of them. People from the other four wastelands are country bumpkins and cannot be educated."
"It is precisely because of this influence that those who live in the four wilderness areas and feel that they are superior to others began to learn Chinese dialect. People in the court called Chinese dialect Mandarin and listed it as one of the necessary learning skills for officials.
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"My king, now that you are a baron, you must learn Mandarin well, so that when you go out, you will make the baron look good."
Wang Dalu was confused when he heard this. He looked up at the old man's nagging mouth and said.
"Old Turtle, what can I do if I don't learn from you? Sooner or later I will let those superior Middle-earth people speak Eastern Wilderness dialect to me!"
"How many times have I told you, my king, my name is Li Guiyi, you can call me Mr. Li, even Lao Li."
The old man Turtle in Wang Dalu's words had a stern face.
Seeing Old Man Li's shameful and angry look, Wang Dalu secretly rejoiced, raised his head and said.
"Don't you always think of yourself as a master of Taoism? You also say that people with advanced Taoism often live for thousands of years."
As he spoke, he pointed to a foot-long bronze vessel in front of the courtyard, which contained the turtle that he had recently asked his servants to purchase.
"I've never heard of people living for a thousand years, but I've heard that a tortoise can live for a thousand years. Do you think you're comparing your lifespan with a tortoise?"
"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, holy shit!"
Old Turtle jumped to his feet, his fingers were trembling, he pointed at Wang Dalu and then looked at the bronze vessel, and said weakly for a long time.
"It's up to you..."
The old man did not wait for Wang Dalu to continue speaking, but held his sleeves with both hands and left the lecture hall, which made him feel a little dull.
From then on, the old man's real name was gradually forgotten by people. Instead, the name "Old Turtle" gradually disappeared on the ancient continent, and he was everywhere, ranging from traffickers and lackeys to prostitutes, women and children, to Taoist masters and powerful figures from aristocratic families.