Chapter 69 Mr. Feng

Author: It’s so hard to get an ID

Chapter 69 Mr. Feng

After seeing Jiang Yu, Weiming felt a little pain in his head.

To be honest, Weiming didn't want to pay much attention to Jiang Yu because Weiming felt that Jiang Yu was too insidious and not for his own temperament.

Unknown's sunny personality, he doesn't like people with gloomy personalities.

But the street is so narrow, and this is a head-on collision, can we still pretend to be deaf and blind and go straight through?

"Hello, brother Jiang." Weiming greeted Jiang Yu with a smile.

"Brother Dongfang, hello." Seeing Weiming, Jiang Yu was very enthusiastic.

Standing next to Jiang Yu was a young man who was as tall as him but obviously much younger.

I saw him wearing a blue jacket and white coat with purple embroidery and a black scholar's hat. He looked fair and frail.

The weather has turned cold in August, and this man is still holding a folding fan painted with green bamboo in his hand to show his elegance. At first glance, he looks like a young man from an unknown family.

In this era, whether you are rich or poor, noble or low, you can tell just by looking at your clothes.

This is not only a matter of financial resources, but there are also "rules" involved. For example, Wei Ming can only wear shorts no matter how rich he is.

Among Jiang Yu's identities, he was just one of the sons of Jianghu heroes. He also had the label of being an official after a wealthy businessman, and most of his friends were from non-martial arts circles.

Wei Ming is not surprised by this.

Of course, this is also the second reason why Weiming doesn't want to get along with Jiang Yu, because Weiming has to deal with Jiang Yu's young master friends.

Wei Ming feels that he is not from the same group as them.

Weiming clasped his fists in salute to the young master holding the fan, and then said: "Xiaoyao Valley, Dongfang Weiming."

The young master nodded to Wei Ming and said, "Young Master Dongfang is right. My surname is Feng."

I don’t know why, but the first time Mr. Feng saw Weiming, although his expression did not change, there was a bit of disgust in his eyes.

That's right, regardless of being the third disciple of Xiaoyao Valley, in the eyes of those high-ranking officials, especially those who have read some poems and books, there is no difference between me and those gangsters who set up street stalls and perform arts and medicines.

This is not Wei Ming mocking Qi Li, who is a family of young people performing arts on the street, or Huang Xiaoshi, who sells medicine at a street stall.

Regardless of whether Wei Ming thinks so, this is a chain of discrimination in the eyes of Jianghu people.

However, in the eyes of those noble people, no matter whether you are on the upper chain or the lower chain, you are just a piece of shit and unsightly.

When Jiang Yu saw Weiming, he became really excited. He happily said to Weiming: "Brother Dongfang, I had a new experience in reading Buddhist scriptures a few days ago. The roadside is too noisy. Let's go to the teahouse to talk in detail.

"

When Weiming heard this, he immediately felt dizzy. This was the third reason why he didn't want to see Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu was afraid that there was some serious misunderstanding. He thought that Weiming also liked Buddhism and would be excited to talk about such mysterious and mysterious things when he saw him.

It's really hard, really hard.

Wei Ming was too honest and didn't know how to refuse people, so he was immediately grabbed by Jiang Yu.

With uncontrollable disgust in his eyes, Mr. Feng opened his fan and covered his mouth and nose. Without even looking at Wei Ming, he said to Jiang Yu: "You two are really interested, but unfortunately I have other important matters, so I have to leave first."

Already."

Mr. Feng bowed to Jiang Yu and said, "Farewell." Then he ignored Wei Ming and walked away.

"Why are you dragging me? You're a pretty boy."

Wei Ming thought angrily in his heart.

But after a while, Weiming let out a long sigh and realized that he could indeed pull him.

After many years of self-reliant living, Weiming has clearly realized one of the important rules of this world: human life is inherently divided into noble and inferior.

Regarding this matter, whether you accept it or not, you have to accept it in the end.

Before Weiming finished feeling sad, Jiang Yu had already pulled Weiming enthusiastically and said, "Brother Dongfang, let's go."

After saying that, Jiang Yu pulled Wei Ming, who was obviously reluctant, towards the teahouse.

"I want to drink~..."

Unknown regret ing.

Speaking of which, after saying goodbye to Jiang Yu, Mr. Feng walked slowly towards Luoyang City. When he reached an alley, he quickly turned in.

After hiding in a distant alley and observing secretly for a while, Mr. Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jiang Yu pulling Wei Ming, who had a careless expression on his face, towards the teahouse.

It was so dangerous. I went to Luoyang City for a casual stroll today, but I didn’t expect that I almost bumped into that person. Just now, because I lost control of my mind, there was a trace of panic in my eyes. Fortunately, Dongfang Weiming did not recognize him.

Come.

This identity seems to be safe for now.

"Xiaoyao Valley, the east is still unknown. I will remember you."

…

When Jiang Yu meets Wei Ming, he likes to ask him to talk about Buddhist scriptures. In fact, he is using Wei Ming to feel intellectual superiority.

Wei Ming is really a fool. He listens to whatever others say. Even if he doesn't understand and feels dizzy, he still tries hard to put what others say into his brain.

Because subconsciously, Wei Ming feels that these are very valuable "knowledge".

If Huang Xiaoshi is extremely eager for martial arts and internal skills, then Weiming has been extremely eager for all kinds of "knowledge" since he was a child.

I don’t know that there is a lot of seemingly inconspicuous knowledge that can really solve big problems.

To obtain this knowledge, you must either sum up your experience through countless practices and failures, or tell you through other people's mouths.

With this eagerness for knowledge, he did not know that he would learn whatever others taught him. Although he had only been in Xiaoyao Valley for a year, he actually learned all the miscellaneous subjects in Wangyou Valley.

Putting aside the quality of his studies, Gu Yuexuan and Jingji couldn't compare to him in terms of his ability to put everything into his head regardless of his mess.

In this way, Jiang Yu took Weiming and talked for an entire hour in the teahouse. Finally, Jiang Yu, who had had enough, let Weiming leave. Weiming, who was now mentally exhausted, felt that he urgently needed something like "wine" to relieve his tension.

of nerves.

Wei Ming, who was dizzy, had just walked into the restaurant. Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw a person he had just met, Mr. Feng, Jiang Yu's friend.

To be honest, Wei Ming originally wanted to turn around and leave when he saw this person, but there was only one restaurant in Luoyang City and no other branches.

Wei Ming, who had listened to the sermons all afternoon and had a full stomach of tea, was fine at first, but as soon as he smelled the aroma of wine, his whole body felt weak and he really couldn't walk.

When Mr. Feng saw Wei Ming, his eyes obviously shrank, and then the two met face to face.

Out of the principle of striking first, Mr. Feng greeted Weiming first, throwing the embarrassment on Weiming's head.

"We meet again, Mr. Dongfang." Mr. Feng greeted Weiming with a smile.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Weiming had no choice but to respond with an awkward yet polite smile: "What a coincidence... You're here to drink too?"

This sentence seems to be nonsense. What are you doing in a restaurant if you don't come to drink?

Seeing Wei Ming's embarrassment, Mr. Feng suddenly felt happy. He quickly gave up the idea of ​​leaving after saying hello. He looked at Wei Ming with a smile in his eyes and said to him: "The East of Xiaoyao Valley

The young hero, with his strong martial arts skills and handsome appearance, is truly a hero among men. I’m afraid it’s not easy to forget such an outstanding young hero, right?”

This was the first time Wei Ming had encountered this kind of embarrassment. His face turned red when he heard it. Even if he had the slightest thought of rebuttal, he did not say a single humble word in the end.

Who doesn’t want a rainbow fart?

It's a pity that Weiming has grown so big, and this is the first time that someone praised him so viciously to his face.

Suddenly Weiming felt that although Mr. Feng looked like a girl, he was still a good person. After all, it was not his fault that he looked like this. At least Mr. Feng had not put on makeup and powder like other sons of nobles.

These days, youtou noodle is a complimentary word to describe noble people.

After letting go of his inner embarrassment, Wei Ming let go immediately. He turned to the restaurant proprietress and shouted loudly: "Boss, a jar of good wine, don't let it go with the food."

Well, Wei Ming never drinks with food, he is such a bold (shabby) man.

Young Master Feng looked at Wei Ming and smiled again, and said: "Although I only have a close relationship with Young Master Dongfang, I have always admired Young Master Dongfang. Since we have the honor to meet you today, I must treat Young Master Dongfang to a drink. I don't know.

Young master, are you willing to show your favor?"

The words were said with a hint of sourness, but as soon as he heard the wine was drunk, it sounded like fairy music to Weiming's ears. Before his brain could even react, his head was already nodding involuntarily.

Mr. Feng turned his head to the restaurant proprietress and said, "Bring two jars of Guanwai Baijiu and serve a table of side dishes to accompany the wine."

"Okay, I'll be here right away," the waiter shouted loudly.

After a while, the food and wine came. Weiming picked up a wine bowl, filled himself a bowl, then put the wine in front of his nose, took a deep breath, and showed a look of intoxication on his face.

"It's such a good wine, just the smell is enough." Weiming was about to take the bowl and drink it all, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Mr. Feng standing there with empty hands, so he couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you drink?

"

Mr. Feng smiled at Weiming, nodded and said, "You first, please."

Without much explanation, he raised his head and drank from a bowl of strong wine.

The wine was really satisfying, and Wei Ming was so happy that he couldn't help shouting: "Good wine!"
To be continued...