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Chen Shaobai practiced the sword again, and suddenly remembered that he still had two silver tickets for Wan Ji Lou that had not been exchanged, and the silver in the house had already been consumed and he left home.
Chapter 11 Ye Haoran
The night scenery of Muxi City is completely different from that of the autumn magic spring, which does not seem cold and silent. On the contrary, thousands of lights are blended and merged by candlelight, which even hides the silver moon Guanghua.
It’s like celebrating the grand festival ri.
"Man can conquer nature"
Strolling in the street paved with black slate, Chen Shaobai suddenly heard such a sentence.
Suddenly it occurred to me that his soul had crossed two wonders of the world, and he knew the "heaven" better than anyone else. Hearing this, Wei Li naturally became a little weird, shook his head gently and continued on his way.
But what Chen Shaobai didn’t expect was that although he didn’t move much, he was all in the eye by the man who lamented that "man can conquer nature"
By mistake, Chen Shaobai was denying his own point of view, so he bowed before the arrow and said, "This guy doesn’t seem to agree with my point of view. I don’t know if I have any advice, so I’m all ears."
Chen Shaobai stopped and casually observed the young people talking in front of him.
The other person is not too old. He should have just arrived at the age of crowning. A pair of thick black eyebrows make him look particularly J: ng. In this cold autumn, he is still wearing light blue Se clothes. His waist is decorated with a sword robe, a sword and a white cocoon. His steps are fine and dense, and he has a good swordsmanship.
The business law is strict and strict in the decoration of Se Ze, especially rigid. Ordinary people can wear black, white and gray three-Se main-tone clothes, while Se colorful clothes can be expensive, officials, swordsmen and students. Once the consequences are extremely serious, they will be exiled for thousands of miles or imprisoned for life.
This young man wears a sword on his waist, and he is a famous scholar.
"I’m flattered. I’m just hunting in the mountains."
People in the street are noisy and messy. What did the heavy eyebrows say before? Chen Shaobai didn’t hear what they said. Now the attitude of the other party sincerely asked him to give directions. It was purely a wink.
So he is ready to freely cope with two sentences and then leave here early to go to Wanji Building to exchange the cash and go home to rest.
"You are definitely not an ordinary hunter."
The blue student will hold the sword on the waist side and help the front side with awe.
Before this remark came out, several young people dressed up by the same Confucian scholars also raised eyebrows, but they didn’t see anything extraordinary from Chen Shaobai after watching it for a long time.
"Although this person’s footsteps are steady, his face is flawed and disfigured. It is very likely that the heart or kidney is the cause of excessive longitudinal Yu. He is fine now and can barely persist by relying on thick bottom. If a good doctor treats him and indulges Yu again, I am afraid that Shou Yuan will dry up and die in two years."
Speaking Confucian scholars holding a miniature divination disc in their hands saw Chen Shaobai’s hidden illness at a glance without any contact, although the real situation was far from it, it was also valuable.
"It’s really not an’ ordinary’ hunter to show such self-control …" Another Confucian scholar with a folding fan turned to the heavy-browed youth after his cynicism. "Mr. Ye Haoran always praised your intelligence as the first, but I didn’t expect that you couldn’t even see the inside story!"
The words sound just fell and another Confucian scholar seconded it. "Chu Sixuan, how can you say that?" Didn’t see through the root fault is not that Haoran said that this person is too pretentious. "
Chen Shaobai sneered at other blue Confucian scholars. Se never paid attention to other people’s words. His index finger pressed on the hilt and gently frosted it. He asked the man with a friendly attitude.
"out of this statement?"
Chen Shaobai consciously is in a poor state now, and her dress is just a plain white thin shirt, except for the bronze sword with the handle at the waist. Now it looks like an ordinary sick seedling from the outside, and I don’t know what the other party’s criteria for judging "extraordinary" are.
"God’s light in Ge’s eyes is not like ordinary people." Thick eyebrows seem to be unable to hold back their doubts and take the lead in asking, "Although it’s a little abrupt, dare to ask Ge’s name?"
"Chen Shaobai"
"Boys when reading XiJian mo young bald? Yu Chen is … "
"Chen is bitter water to brew old wine. Young Chen read that sorrow and white hair mean little white." Chen Shaobai laughed and interrupted the other party’s guess. "I don’t have to guess if I am from a humble family."
Although this life is the same as the previous life without any background, Chen Shaobai is not lost, but glad that he can feel the whole world slowly from the bottom.
"Hum! He’s an idiot, but he has to pretend to be profound! I’m afraid this person hasn’t even been to a private school, has he? Ye Haoran, it seems that you are learning more and more in Xian State University, and it is time-consuming to talk to this kind of Bai Ding here. "
Chu Sixuan looked graceful with a folding fan in his hand, but seemed to be deeply concerned about being treated by Chen Shaobai before, so he jumped out immediately.
However, when he remembered that Ye Haoran was in the "Xian Zhou University", although he tried his best to contain his emotional expression, he still inadvertently revealed a trace of jealousy.
"Noisy!"
Chen Shaobai eyes a horizontal.
People whose hands have been touched by human life often speak and do things with a ShaQi. Chen Shaobai is unhappy with the harsh words. Chu Sixuan’s scalp is numb and suddenly he takes a step back and shrinks his body.
Realizing that he was ugly, Chu Sixuan suddenly blushed, but his classmates didn’t want to be timid, so he stuck his neck and said, "It’s the Golden Fire Festival. If you can really write a rhyme in Qiu Lai, if you can become me, Chu Sixuan will apologize in person. If you can’t, you will be punished by three’ I’m an idiot’."
Unconsciously, the concept of writing, kindness and ink can be stolen and quietly replaced by him.
"Chu Sixuan, that’s enough."
Ye Haoran’s heavy eyebrows seem a little cold when he picks a tone. His temptation is interrupted by people, and even if he is well-bred, he is a little unhappy.
However, due to classmates’ friendship, he is hard to find. Even if he wants Chen Shaobai to clear the gap for a while, he can’t find any good way.
When everyone was a little embarrassed, Chen Shaobai flicked his fingers to sing an odd rhyme and paced away.