Zuo Lingquan shook his head when Brother Wu was amused.

Lao Lu was also amused, holding the wine bowl, and said in a very appreciative way:

"Little friend has good eyesight, flattery and smooth sailing. If you are outside, you will have a great prospect."

Zuo Lingquan was stunned when he heard this, picked up the wine bowl and toasted: "Is Mr. Lu really a practitioner?"

Lao Lu Ping responded with the wine bowl and said, "I have practiced for a while, but I have already let it go. The road is too long and I can't finish it."

"oh?"

Zuo Lingquan observed carefully for a few seconds, but he didn't see anything special, so he asked directly:

"How high is Mr. Lu's cultivation level?"

Old Lu swayed the wine bowl, paused for a moment before sighing:

"I have walked a lot of roads, but my realm is not very high. I have been to the fifth level of Qi Refining."

Zuo Lingquan had no doubts about this. After all, he had no level of weight, and he couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

Zuo Yunting talked about the practice of just a little knowledge and asked:

"Lao Lu, you said you are a person outside the pass, why are you going to Dadan Capital? Could it be that we have anything good to find treasure?"

Lao Lu smiled and thought to himself that this is true, but it is not a treasure hunt, but a search for people.

Lao Lu has practiced swords for his whole life, but has never realized his own unique "Sword One"; Sword One does not refer to a single move, but a summary of the swordsman's lifelong practice of swordsman, which is the "simplest way" and a symbol of his own way to reach the extreme.

Failure to understand Jianyi means that his sword path has gone astray, or has not yet reached the top. For Lao Lu, who has been getting up step by step from a poor boy in the mountain village, he is regret and unwilling to die with regret and reluctance.

So Lao Lu wanted to see what kind of person he could understand this sword; perhaps he could also observe the ways of others and bring some insights to himself.

He walked around Qihuang Valley in the morning and looked at everyone. Among all of them, Zuo Lingquan was one of the few good seedlings.

But Zuo Lingquan is too young, and it is unlikely that he will reach the extreme of his swordsmanship at such a young age. The other conditions are too different, so he went to a nearby town and continued looking for it.

After walking here, he felt something strange around him. After watching for a long time, he couldn't see anything strange, so he met the two brothers again.

These things are too mysterious, so it is difficult to tell them to two little toddlers. Lao Lu thought about it and responded.

"I used to walk a lot of roads, but I was just practicing. I never paid attention to the mountain outside. The wine in my hand is old this year. I want to take a walk before I get buried."

Zuo Lingquan is in Qihuang Valley and has heard many things about practicing in the first place for half a lifetime, but in the end he is discouraged and returned to his hometown. He understands Lao Lu's words:

"Cultivation is nothing more than trying to live longer and see more. In the end, even if you don't seek immortality, as long as you walk through it, it will not be a waste of time."

Lao Lu was quite satisfied with this: "My friend is very energetic, and this is how practice is. Few people can really live forever and are eager to achieve success, but everything will not be successful. If you have this idea, you will have less hardships on the road to practice in the future."

Zuo Lingquan was a little surprised: "How did Mr. Lu know that I am a practitioner?"

Lao Lu raised his eyelids: "Who normal people can talk about these insights of cultivation? Do you see your brother chatting?"

“…”

Zuo Lingquan was speechless.

Zuo Yunting laughed loudly, picked up the wine bowl and met Lao Lu:

"Old Lu has no bad eyesight. My cousin is the most obsessed with cultivation. For the sake of the great way of immortality, even the beautiful princess can ignore it. It's a pity that the world doesn't meet people's wishes and never gets into the door, otherwise they might have gone to Dayan now."

When Lao Lu heard this, he looked a little confused and glanced at Zuo Lingquan:

"Looking at my friend's face, I'm not a stupid person, why can't I get started?"

Zuo Lingquan felt helpless when talking about this: "A young master touched his bones, and said that his meridians were blocked and he could not practice. He has not stepped into the threshold yet. In fact, he is not a practitioner."

People in practice know that "hiding the edge" is to protect themselves, and Lao Lu is not sure that Zuo Lingquan's words are true or false. He did not violate the taboo of "slight words and deep words". He just shook his head and smiled:

"The world is the most fair. If you are not born, you will not give a chance. If you cannot refine your true energy, you should first build a solid foundation. As the saying goes, 'God rewards hard work', maybe one day you will be able to get the light of your spirit. If you want to practice, you must be patient and not be anxious."

Zuo Lingquan was thinking that way, raised the wine bowl and said:

"Then let me borrow Lu Laojiyan."

Two young men and one old men sat in the restaurant and chatted for a long time.

Zuo Lingquan was still suspicious at first, but at the end of the conversation, he found that Lao Lu was just an easy-going old man, unlike a person with ulterior motives, and he also let go of his guard.

Zuo Yunting was born with a natural skill and was better than Zuo Lingquan. After two bowls of wine, he became a little floating. He hooked his shoulders and called his brothers all kinds of nonsense. In the end, he had to ride someone's donkey.

Lao Lu was also interested, so he stood by and looked around, and laughed twice with the neighbors and people watching the show from time to time.

In this situation, Zuo Lingquan really couldn't squeeze in and join in the fun, standing by the window to watch.

But before he could take a few glances, his back was a little furrowed, as if a cold look was staring at him.

?

Zuo Lingquan turned around and saw that outside the curtain at the door of the back room, Tang Jingyan wrapped her arms around her bulging chest and a stern face, looking like a housekeeper who looked like "If you have friends here, I won't scold you."

Zuo Lingquan put down the wine bowl and came to Tang Jingyun, and said strangely:

"Sister Tang, what's wrong?"

Tang Jingyan suppressed the inexplicable emotions in her eyes, looked very dissatisfied, and spread her palms:

"What do you mean?"

Zuo Lingquan looked at the exquisitely packaged rouge box in the palm of his hand, curled up the corner of his mouth and said:

"Do you like it if you give it to Sister Tang?"

Like it?

You really can ask!

I like it, can you give it to rouge?

Tang Jingyun frowned and brewed her words before she said in a deep voice:

"Zuo Lingquan, sister, I'll say hello to you. You are drinking here, I'm the duty of treating you. I'm not a woman with aphrodisiacs. Don't think that you are handsome, have a good family background, have good character, and can do things randomly! If it weren't for your younger age, I would have beaten you out long ago, and the horse pulls a big cart, wouldn't you be ashamed?..."

He talked a lot.

Zuo Lingquan's expression was calm. After listening carefully, he shook his head and explained:

"Sister Tang, don't talk nonsense. You don't know what I am. I just went to Xianzhizhai to buy more than a dozen boxes for Princess and Qihuang Valley's senior sister Yanzhi. I happened to come to drink, so I brought a box for Sister Tang, which was nothing else. If Sister Tang felt it was inappropriate..."

Zuo Lingquan stretched out his hand and wanted to get the rouge box back.

Tang Jingyan just didn't dare to ask for it, but she didn't say she didn't like it. The rouge that the princess is using, which woman in the capital doesn't like?

Hearing Zuo Lingquan's explanation, Tang Jingwen quickly closed his palm and let him grab it blankly, but his face still looked at it:

"You're serious about this? Didn't you buy it specifically for me?"

Zuo Lingquan blinked, his eyes showing confusion:

"Why should I buy it specifically for Sister Tang? Could it be that Sister Tang thought I was planning to be ill-gotten?"

Isn't it?

Tang Jingyan blinked twice, feeling that Zuo Lingquan was telling the truth, and she felt a little frustrated in her heart. However, her expression still eased, she hummed softly, picked up the rouge box and looked at it:

"For your kindness, sister, I don't care about accepting it. But I still want to remind you that you can't easily send it to my daughter's house, such as rouge, hairpin, and combs. That's a sign of kindness. What should I do if I misunderstand it? I can't do this in the future."

Zuo Lingquan nodded and smiled, then raised his hand:

"Sister Tang thinks it's not suitable, so I can't send it. I'd better take it back, so I won't misunderstand by Sister Tang."

“Hey…”

Tang Jingwen quickly put his hands behind his waist to protect the rouge box, staring at him for fear of being robbed, and said with confidence:

"Xiao Zuo, why are you so ignorant? Can you ask for something you give back? Wouldn't your reputation be ruined if it is spread?"

Zuo Lingquan knew that Tang Jingyan liked her, so he deliberately teased her. He raised his hand and snatched her twice, chasing her and circling her circles.

I never thought that just a few fuss came from outside:

"Ahem—"

There were no other guests in the restaurant, so Tang Jingyan dared to talk about Yanzhi to Zuo Lingquan. When he heard the cough, Tang Jingyan thought that a customer had arrived, so he quickly walked around again and looked like he was looking for something.

Zuo Lingquan turned his back to the door, and looked back at him when he heard the sound.

But this time, when Zuo Lingquan was stunned when he saw the tall figure standing at the door.

Outside the restaurant, Lao Lu was still watching the fool riding a donkey.

Zuo Yunting, who was riding on the donkey, woke up at some point. He covered his mouth with his hands and looked like he was a ghost. He moved carefully to the distance of the street, and gave his cousin in the restaurant a look of "Brother will burn some paper for you"...

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Chapter completed!