Broken Night

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Nine - Showdown

The eyes of many people looking at Xu Yan became very complicated.

It has only been half a month since the school opened at the outer gate of Yunfu.

But their perception of Xu Yan changed every day.

The specially recruited places, the blacksmith who can create tattoos at the age of thirteen, the direct disciple of the strange doctor Pingzhi... There are so many things that make these geniuses from the north and the south look at Xu Yan differently. In particular, those who asked Xu Yan to build tattooed soldiers were more polite to Xu Yan.

In front of them, seeing the legendary Mr. San, but Xu Yan was specially left behind, they were all very curious, what would Mr. San find Xu Yan for?

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Mr. San was walking on the small square at the outer door, wanting to carry his hands on his back, but because he was too fat, he looked a little weird.

Xu Yan felt guilty, knowing that the fat man in front of him was unfathomable, so he could only cough twice, biting his head and said, "Mr. San has something to do with me?"

Mr. San Xu Shichang turned around and looked at Xu Yan. Then, his eyes quickly swept around, and after making sure no one was around, he asked in a low voice, "Brother Xu, I said... your daughter Hong, is there any more?"

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Xu Shichang sat on the ground with a bitter face.

And beside him was Xu Yan who was stunned.

"I'm suffering! There were no rules in Yunfu, and everyone was free. But that day, I drank too much, and my wickedness grew. I ran to the pond outside the senior brother's house and caught a few fish to drink. Since then, I have I was banned from drinking alcohol by the big brother.”

Xu Shichang's chubby face was full of grief: "It's been more than ten years! I haven't had a drink for more than ten years! I'm going crazy! I can't buy it. Big Brother found out! Even the seasoning wine used in cooking was confiscated by Big Brother!”

As he spoke, he scratched his hair fiercely, as if he was about to cry: "I feel like my life is about to lose its color, and today I smell the aroma of wine in your mouth, which makes me even more lost. reason."

The third Mr. Xu Shichang grabbed Xu Yan's hand. Compared with his huge palm-like hand, Xu Yan's hand was as small as a baby's: "Find a way to get me some wine, please! Just treat each other as alcoholics who pity each other. !"

Xu Yan was still stunned.

What about temperament?

What about manners?

The so-called Yunfu is out of the dust and refined?

The so-called master style?

What about the so-called number one in the world?

In his mind, the look of Yun Mansion standing on the top of the mountain was extremely cold, but he was severely defeated by the scene in front of Xu Shichang.

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Xu Yan left the outer door of Yunfu, and when he left, he promised that he would secretly give Xu Shichang some wine during the next month's special class, so he was willing to let him go.

As Xu Yan walked, he thought to himself, the so-called seven disciples of Yunfu are actually just human beings, eating, drinking, and sleeping just the same. Thinking of this, Xu Yan hummed twice and walked back to the lakeside hut with a self-satisfied look.

It's just that when he walked into the main hall, he saw a person sitting inside, obviously waiting for him.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned around.

It was Jin Qianji, but at this moment, Jin Qianji's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was no longer so gentle, but full of solemnity: "There are some things, it's time to ask them clearly."

Xu Yan was stunned: "Ask what? You drank last night?"

Jin Qianji's momentum was stagnant, and he glared at him angrily: "You don't see that I am serious now!?" Xu Yan walked to the seat beside him, picked up the teapot, raised his head and gulped. He wrote: "Today, you really missed the class, the taste of the spring fish..." As he spoke, Xu Yan was still full of aftertastes, especially when he thought that he had obtained the Tianquan body because of this, something that was cheap. Feeling, there is a smug look on his face.

However, Jin Qianji ignored him and put a jade bottle on the desk: "The nameless fire bead that was auctioned that day."

Xu Yan was stunned when he saw this. After the auction that day, I was frightened by the name of the goldsmith, and I was busy with local tyrant plans, so I almost forgot about this bead: "Thank you, I won't give you silver taels back." , then put away the jade bottle.

Jin Qianji still ignored him and put another thing on the desk: "This..."

Xu Yan Dingqing looked at it, and found that it was his [local tyrant number one]!

"You kid, why are you stealing my No. 1 local tyrant!" Xu Yan quickly put it away: "It's very convenient to cut meat!"

Jin Qianji's forehead twitched slightly, feeling that Xu Yan was really a living treasure. He pointed to the mark at the end of the No. 1 handle of the local tyrant, and said solemnly: "This...is a word?"

Xu Yan heard the words, and his whole body was shaking.

He looked at Jin Qianji like a ghost: "You...how do you know!"

Jin Qianji's expression was also solemn, and his eyes were bloodshot.

For a long time, he had guessed that Xu Yan was a time-traveler like himself, but to him, he didn't have much feeling until he saw that number. It turned out to be reincarnated in the Canghuang Continent at the same time! ?

This discovery made Jin Qianji no longer able to calm down. After thinking hard, he decided to showdown with Xu Yan: "Because of this word, I can understand it."

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Yang Chun was watering the plants in the garden. Without Xu Yan's opinion, Yang Chun planted a lot of plants in the garden. Under his careful care, shoots began to grow. With a satisfied look on Yang Chun's face, he looked at the two in the main hall.

Seeing that both of them were not looking very well, they didn't dare to disturb them and left.

And Xu Yan's face was even more ugly. He looked at Jin Qianji: "You can understand? How can you understand."

Instead, Jin Qianji calmed down a lot: "However you understand, I will understand."

Both of them are testing, and they are more afraid to say the answer, which is different from what they imagined.

Xu Yan shook his head: "Impossible."

Jin Qianji stared at him for a moment, then shook his head: "That's right, it's impossible."

Xu Yan's thoughts were complicated, but he couldn't help thinking of the name Jin Qianji used at the auction that day: Goldsmith!

The same name as the famous sculptor of the Canghuang Continent!

but……

how is this possible? !

Xu Yan stared at him stubbornly, as if trying to see something out of it: "Why is your sculptor's name a goldsmith!?"

Jin Qianji looked at him: "Why do you ask that?"

Xu Yan paused and explained forcefully: "In my hometown, there is also a sculptor whose name is a goldsmith, so I am curious."

When Jin Qianji heard the words, a beat was missed in his heart: "Hometown?"

Xu Yan nodded, as if he had found a way to describe it: "Yes, my hometown. It's a place far, far away from here."

"My hometown is completely different from here, not only in customs, but also in language and writing."

Jin Qianji looked at Xu Yan, and his heart trembled: "Your hometown is..."

Xu Yan took a long breath: "Canghuang Continent."