Chang'an is the imperial capital, and there is no way to hide any turmoil. Li Yun and Cheng Chumo had just smashed the Cui family's warehouse, and the news was already full of controversy.

It's not an exaggeration to be called a sensation.

The whole city was filled with extremely excited discussions.

"Hey, have you heard that Cheng Chumo from Duke Lu's mansion smashed the Cui family's warehouse in Qinghe. It's amazing. It's the top five clans, the seven-headed man from the seventh son. I didn't expect this kid to even dare to smash it."

"How fresh, who is Cheng Chumo? The famous little bully in Chang'an, just his stupid temper, let alone hit the Cui clan in Qinghe, I'm not surprised if I hit the Wang clan in Taiyuan."

"Awesome, Cheng Chumo is indeed worthy of being Cheng Chumo."

"You are wrong. This time I'm not Cheng Chumo's idea to smash the Cui family in Qinghe. As far as I know, it's his master..."

"What? Master?"

"Chen Chumo actually has a master?"

The idle man was stunned and silly. After a long time, he said in surprise: "Cheng Chumo himself is the eldest son of the Duke's Mansion. As long as there is no accident, he will definitely inherit the title of a country. The eldest son of a duke will even become a disciple. What is his master's origin? Could it be that another ruthless bully will appear in Chang'an City?"

Suddenly someone's face turned blue and his mouth trembled, "It's so good. If this is the case, then the life from now on will be even more impossible."

At this time, a 'well-informed' person suddenly stood up and said mysteriously with his face: "You know that it is too backward. I have already found out that the master is not an ordinary person..."

"Not an ordinary person?"

"Is it the prince?"

The crowd rushed around and pulled the 'well-informed' person to ask urgently, saying, "Mr. Bao, don't keep it in hiding, and tell everyone about where that master came from."

"Where does it come from?" a well-informed person snorted again, pretending to be mysterious: "That's amazing!"

The guy first raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows, then slowly tidied up the corner of his clothes. After doing this for a long time, he coughed proudly and said slowly: "According to what I have discovered, the master is a refugee, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and is a young man who has not yet reached the title."

Everyone was stunned, and then they were a little disappointed. Someone frowned and shook his head frequently, and murmured: "It turns out that he is a refugee, and he is a teenager. What is this origin? His identity is worse than mud."

"Yes, it's a refugee, Mr. Bao, your news this time is not amazing enough."

The Mr. Bao's face was a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help but snorted coldly when he heard this, and said disdainfully: "You only think he is a refugee, so you look down on others? Don't you think about what the identity of the little bully in Chang'an is. He can even bend down and worship a refugee as his teacher. Is this refugee an ordinary origin?"

This sentence is also a profound logic word, but everyone shook their heads and laughed. Someone laughed: "If another young man is a disciple, then we really have to figure out the identity of this refugee. Unfortunately, Cheng Chumo is a disciple. Haha, what stupid thing can't be done? Maybe he was so angry that he bowed in a daze."

"It's extreme or extreme. What Cheng Chumo did cannot be inferred based on common sense. Mr. Bao, the name you asked about is going to be shamed."

"nonsense!"

Mr. Bao's face was a little uncomfortable, and suddenly he stomped his feet and pointed at everyone and said, "Did you know that when Cheng Chumo broke the shop, I was in the West Market. I witnessed Cheng Chumo's power and his master's power. I am so obedient, the courage of the overlord..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and some people couldn't help but be curious and asked, "I heard what you mean, that little master is even more cruel than Cheng Chumo?"

"Not ruthless, but fierce!"

Mr. Bao glanced at him slightly, suddenly a finger popped up, and gestured: "One punch, just one punch, you can't imagine how powerful the young man's fist was. He just punched and broke a Wuhou's sword! Tsk tsk, we have heard of the blade with empty hands, but who has ever heard of the weapon with empty hands? "

As he said that, he looked at everyone and said, "Not only did he cut off the sword of Wuhou, but he also made people vomit blood. Do you know who the person being beaten? It was Liu San, Wuhou in Chang'an County, who was Liu San, who was Liu San, who was? He was the old soldier who retreated from the left Wu Guard. He had the ability to kill people, but he couldn't bear a punch. I was there very clearly. Sun San was blown out by the young man and fell about ten feet away. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his chest collapsed directly..."

This is a bit bragging.

At that time, Li Yun did knock Wuhou Liu San away, but he only drove him five or six steps away. As a result, he suddenly changed into Mr. Bao's mouth and turned into flying ten feet away.

There are about ten feet and five or six steps, the difference between them is big enough.

But the idle men in Chang'an like to hear this. Someone grabbed Mr. Bao's arm and urged him quickly: "So, then say, Mr. Bao, do you have any other news?"

At this time, Mr. Bao started to 'swer' and suddenly pretended to be tired, saying meaningfully: "I've been talking for a long time, and my throat is a little smokey."

"We invite you to drink, and we will raise money to treat you to drink..." Several idle men spoke repeatedly, patting their chests and promised: "Whoever invites you or is the grandson? We will find a restaurant to treat you later."

Mr. Bao was satisfied, but he still took advantage of the situation and asked again: "I have to pay a lot of money, otherwise I will go home."

Several idle men looked at each other, and some people cursed in disappointment: "You are also a scholar. You have been sucked into money in this life. Mr. Bao, are you embarrassed to lose it?"

Mr. Bao's face turned a little red, and he suddenly turned around and walked: "If you don't listen, I won't eat the wine."

Fortunately, there was an old man in the crowd who stepped forward and stopped Mr. Bao, but turned around and scolded a few idle men and said, "You all know the situation at Mr. Bao's family. There are patients in his family who have to take medicine every day. Is it a lot of ten cents? Let's get him together."

Ten cents are not much, but not much. A group of idle men hummed and no one agreed in the end. Obviously, what I said just now was also boasting, and I just wanted to trick Mr. Bao into talking about the matter.

The old man sighed, suddenly pulled off the wallet from his waist, then counted out ten copper coins from it, and handed them to Mr. Bao, saying, "I'm going to pay this money, so I can't let Mr. Bao work in vain. You also need to run back and forth when inquiring about information. This money is just regarded as Mr. Bao's foot money."

Mr. Bao's face was still flushed.

But he still lowered his head and collected the money.

I seemed a little ashamed and didn't dare to look up for a moment.

"When will I wave my hand and punch like that young man, laugh at Xishi, act without fear, and not bend over for ten cents..."

This is what Mr. Bao said in his heart.

He remembered that he saw Li Yun's back not long ago, and suddenly envied the young man. However, the reality was very cruel. He was just a Luotuo scholar who asked for money.

He had to bend down for only ten cents.

The old man penetrated the world and said with a kind face: "Mr. Bao, don't care. I am a shopkeeper at least. I can still bear this little copper coins, so you don't need to feel guilty."

Mr. Bao shook his head lonely and said with a sad face: "I am not guilty of collecting money. The saint says that the elders give it, but I dare not give it. I should continue the reward you give it. What I am ashamed of is that I am a scholar, but I end up bending down for ten cents. I reached out to take the money. What is different from the beggars on the street? I feel humiliated in my heart, and I feel humiliated..."

The old man patted his shoulder lightly and comforted him, "This is a burden to the family. I think you should raise your head. You will work hard to take care of your sick wife and young daughter, which is a model for being a husband and father."
Chapter completed!