The sunset dyes the clouds and the golden red covers the entire sky.

Therefore, since ancient times, literati and poets have yearned for it outside the gate, which makes sense. This is the sky, the earth, the flying sand, the setting sun, no one wants to recite a few lines of poetry after reading it?

Zhu Yanyin was also fascinated by this empty and lofty but worldly city. He stood by the roadside, intending to melt the passion that suddenly surged into his chest into an eternal quatrain.

But outside the three streets, the people in the world who were about to go out for dinner suddenly seemed to have seen a ghost, and disappeared in a "swoosh". Occasionally, two or three brave ones just laughed from afar: "Sharp and sharp...Master Li Palace."

Li Sui walked by the long street alone, his sword and expression were like frost. His black clothes were wrapped in gravel and strong wind, and he opened back into a pair of huge black crow-winged feathers. When he suddenly saw that it was no different from Shura who was trying to take his life in the underworld.

So even the brave ones were gone. After all, no one wanted to be idle and had nothing to do, so the Lord of Wanren Palace looked at him twice more.

Li Sui always scoffed at these sluts. Seeing them dodging away, he felt even more irritable. He changed his mind and only "passed by" the residence of the leader of the martial arts world and did not go in. He originally planned to go around the west of the city and return to Wanren Palace, but unexpectedly, when he passed by Acacia Street, a crisp sentence came from behind: "Brother, stay at the same time!"

Palace Master Li didn't think he was calling himself.

As a result, the other party described in detail: "The tall brother wearing black clothes and long swords in front of him, please stay!"

“…”

Zhu Yanyin ran and chased forward, his plain white gauze dress was like snow, and he looked like a blooming white lotus in the prosperous era, so he was so artificial and not pure.

Zhu Xiaosui followed him and wanted to cry, why did another sword come from? I just saw the young master brewing there for a long time, and he thought he wanted to have a good poem that could be comparable to "The Entrust to the Entrust", and was waiting excitedly, but he knew that he would just stay at the stage of his brother.

Li Sui looked at the face in front of him with gauze covered with gauze... He was not a fool, but better than a fool.

Zhu Yanyin's eyes fell tightly on his sword, and asked sincerely and unconcealedly, "Brother, where did you buy this sword?"

"In the grave."

“…”

Zhu Yanyin's hand stretched out froze in the air, thinking in surprise, was it a weapon passed down from ancient times?

When Zhu Xiaosui heard the "grave", he was already very disgusted and felt very unlucky. Looking at the man in black, he looked fierce, as if he was about to kill someone if he had a disagreement, so he pulled his son away. Zhu Yanyin was dragged and turned his head to look at the sword affectionately, with his eyes twisting and twisting.

This is the first time since Li Sui has seen someone so unafraid of him, so he immediately felt that the other party was brave and unique, different from other slutty bitches? No, how could it be? The reason why Lord Li did not draw his sword on the spot was entirely because the other party didn't know what he was wearing, and ran away with a huge white tuft, covering his head and face. It was really stupid.

Zhu Xiaosui dragged Zhu Yanyin and walked out of three streets in one breath before letting go.

At this time, the wind was rare to stop. Zhu Yanyin pulled off the gauze from his face and took a few big breaths: "What are you doing when you run so fast?"

"Young Master, don't talk to people in the world easily in the future." Zhu Xiaosui helped him sort his hair out, "to save you from getting into trouble."

"Isn't it just asking his sword, what trouble can there be?" Zhu Yanyin looked at a restaurant in front of him, "Let's go, I'll take you to have a good meal."

Li Sui had already left the city at this time, and the atmosphere in the restaurant returned to its former noisy. Everyone got together, as if muttering something, but when they saw Zhu Yanyin, they quietly silenced.

The waiter accompanied the smile and led the master and servant to the best position: "Small hero, what do you want to eat?"

Zhu Yanyin was so excited that he was so angry that he thought that I was a "young man" and should I have to make some charcoal and drink it. Fortunately, Zhu Xiaosui next to me was still rational. Knowing that his son had many problems with eating, he carefully ordered: "You need a plate of pepper and vinegar fish, don't be too sour, a plate of five-flavor steamed chicken, choose a tender chicken, a plate of mutton crystal dumplings, no green onions in the filling, a plate of seasonal tender spring vegetables, three fresh soups, rice must be cooked with rice, and the desserts should be served with mung bean chess piece cake, not too sweet, and not too dry."

"Yes, yes." The waiter remembered that he was sweating all over his head, and the guests at several tables around him were also thinking that he was a good friend of the Palace Master of Wanren Palace, and he could even make a lot of things to do when eating.

As for where the rumor of "friendship" came from, of course, it was because, in the first half of an incense stick, the unknown young man in white stood in the middle of the long street and had a close chat with the Lord Li of Wanren Palace for most of the day, and even tried to pull out the Xiangjun sword. He was not dead, so was he just friendship?

So everyone's eyes became more cautious, and they snatched while eating.

Zhu Yanyin turned sideways and asked Shutong in a low voice: "Do you think everyone is looking at me?"

"I think." Zhu Xiaosui replied, "But it is reasonable for them to want to see the young master."

“Why?”

"Because they have never seen the world."

Zhu Xiaosui was very sensible and deeply felt that the truth was this. These people in the martial arts world only know how to fight and kill swords and guns all day long. How could they see a truly noble and noble family? Not to mention the Zhu family in Jiangnan, the old house that has been soaked in the fragrance of books for a hundred years, and the koi in the pond can swim out. In other words, my second son is not lucky, and he has hit his head, and has to come to this smoky martial arts conference. Otherwise, how could these people be allowed to watch it for nothing?

Zhu Yanyin: It’s true or false.

There are many people in this world who are inclined to be in power, and Li Sui's status in the world is brightly placed there. Naturally, many sects are eager to make friends, but they really dare not. So someone in this formation was active and wanted to start from this young man in white who seemed easy to talk to and make some connections around the bush.

Zhu Yanyin was carefully picking the fish bones.

"If you want to talk about the most righteous person in the martial arts world today, it is Li Sui, the palace master of Wanren Palace!" Suddenly someone shouted in the hall. The loud voice scared the defenseless Young Master Zhu Er, and instinctively turned his head to look.

When the guests at the other table saw each other, the opportunity to cling to each other was right in front of them. How could they miss it? So they were not willing to fall behind and praised them one after another. Without words, they would have to make a desperate move, beautifying a demon king who was afraid of others into a gentle and honest hero who cared about the world. Later, if Zhu Xiaosui had not thought it was too noisy and forced his son away, the story would probably have been out of control. "To save the people of the world, Lord Li spared no effort to build the Great Wall with his bare hands in the cold winter." It doesn't matter whether it is reasonable or not, the key is that he is touching.

Zhu Yanyin walked on the street and asked in wonder: "Why does that Palace Master Li seem to be different from what Brother Ming Chuan said?"

"Who knows?" Zhu Xiaosui murmured in a low voice. Anyway, people in the world are not good at brains.

...

Wanren Palace.

Li Sui had just returned to the hall, and his subordinates had already reported: "The person who stopped the palace master on Acacia Street just now has been found to be the young master of the Zhu Mansion in Jiangnan. The scholarly family has nothing to do with the Demon Sect, or even the Jianghu. This time, he followed the young master of the Ming Jianmen and came to Jincheng to ask Mr. Jiang for medical treatment. It is said that he accidentally broke his head a while ago."

Li Sui frowned when he heard this. He thought the other party was going to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but he never thought that it was a real pig.

He broke a little bit of sweet lotus, threw it aside, and waved his hand impatiently.

"Go down."

Later, Jiang Shenglin also heard about this. He knew that Li Su Temperament, so he became a little interested in the scholar who wanted to pull Xiangjun's sword and sent the medicine boy to inform Zhao Mingchuan to see a doctor tomorrow.

It was dark late in the northwest. Zhu Yanyin returned to the inn for a long time, and there was still a hint of cloud in the sky.

"Brother!" Zhao Mingchuan pushed open the door with a "bang", and his joy could not be hidden in his words. "Doctor Jiang has arrived in Jincheng and asked you and I to meet tomorrow."

After saying that, before Zhu Yanyin interrupted, he stepped forward and held his hand tightly, and continued to say with a smile: "There are already ten people who want to invite a miracle doctor to see the doctor, but he just called you, brother, and he also benefited from your brother."

Zhu Yanyin hurriedly refused: "But I have no friendship with the miracle doctor, so I am afraid that it will rely on Brother Ming Chuan's face."

"How could I have such a great face?" Zhao Mingchuan waved his hands repeatedly, "Even the leader is arranged the day after tomorrow."

Is that right? Zhu Yanyin was confused when he heard it. Until he saw Zhao Mingchuan go, he still couldn't figure out why he could rank first. Zhu Xiaosui felt that this was natural. As I said in a restaurant, the rude man in the world had never seen a fairy jade man like my young master. He turned around and lowered his eyes and was a painting, but he had to stretch his neck and line up.

Zhu Yanyin pinched his baby face: "Before I lost my memory, did you also praise me with your eyes closed?"

"How come I've praised it?" Zhu Xiaosui said with a lot of character and clarity, "It's the truth."

At this moment, the turmoil and storm were already spreading outside. It was said that when the miracle doctor Jiang Shenglin arrived in Jincheng, he was like the leader of the martial arts world, and the heads of various sects were not seen, but he called him to see Zhu Yanyin.

“Why?”

"80% is because of Palace Master Li."

The two of them met in the afternoon again, one to ten, ten to hundreds, and the more they spread, the more outrageous they became, the different versions have changed. They have changed from "The Second Prince Zhu and the Lord Li had a great chat on the long street" to "The Lord Li pulled out the Xiangjun sword on the spot and danced 18 styles for the Second Prince Zhu".

As for why they dance for him, of course, it is because the two have a close relationship.

Where does a huge friendship come from? The story starts from a rainy night eighteen years ago.

Accompanied by the wind outside the window, Zhu Yanyin slept soundly and peacefully, so I don’t know that under the dim lights and candles, among the mouths of the Jianghu guests who were talking around the table, he was no longer his father’s son, but he became a pick-up from the riverside. The wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River were intrigues, "You wish that except for those two stone lions in the mansion, I am afraid that even the cats and dogs are not clean."

Feng Ping was killed by Mr. Zhu: I was so angry.

The story of Li Palace Master is even more bizarre, because in addition to the same bitter past, he can also become a girl on the full moon night. This is how it comes about. Li Palace Master pulled out the Xiangjun sword and danced for Zhu Er Gongzi for 18 styles, Li Palace Master danced for 18 styles, Li Palace Master danced for 18 styles, Li Palace Master danced, and the eighteen-year-old Li Palace Master danced, dancing the Jinghong Hu spinning green waist and colorful clothes dance.

There are all colorful clothes and feathered clothes, so many women can’t argue, so they still have to change occasionally.
Chapter completed!