"My young master welcomes you!"
The man is about 40 years old, with fair skin and meticulously combed hair. There are very few people who can pay such attention to appearance in troubled times. Liu Wei'an has seen all kinds of people, if not eight hundred, there are five hundred, and none of them are as good-looking as the man in front of him. It's not that he is handsome, there are many people who are more handsome than him, and he can only be regarded as a good-looking person. There is an old saying that is very suitable for him, three points depends on appearance, seven points depends on clothing, the perfect combination of the two endows him with unique charm.
In ancient times, vermilion clothes were only eligible to be worn by officials of the fifth rank or above. Men wearing them gave them a touch of extravagance. The eyes are sharp, although they are well concealed, the arrogance that has been integrated into the bones still faintly flows out.
Putonghua was unified hundreds of years ago. As a national language, no one can speak it except newborn babies. However, according to different regions, there are still slight differences in Mandarin. The Mandarin of the ancestral Hunan and Jiangxi areas has a Hakka dialect. There are still some syllables in Mandarin in Fujian that are difficult to distinguish, needless to say in Guangdong and Guangxi, the tongue has never been straightened. The standard mandarin depends on the Hebei area. The man in front of him speaks very standard mandarin, with every word and sound, very clear.
Even if you don't look at the appearance, you can distinguish it from ordinary people just by listening to the voice.
The middle-aged man did not come alone. He also came with a group of soldiers, a total of 20 people. 10 people surrounded Fu Jiang, the elephant and others, and the other 10 people scattered around, seemingly randomly distributed. If you zoom in on the whole pattern, you will find that they are standing in a position that just locks all the exits. The 10 people in the team echo each other, and in the event of an accident, they can provide immediate support.
"Who is your young master?" Liu Weian looked away from the soldier. He secretly guessed the identity of the other party in his heart. He had come into contact with people from the Eighth Army and the Ninth Army. Before the troubled times, they were naturally first-class elites. If there are too many, the strength of the army will appear weak.
The 20 soldiers in front of me are all late-stage silver players, even if they are placed in the Pingan team, they are considered elite. I don't know if it is a soldier of the Sixth or Seventh Legion.
"Young master's name is taboo. It's inconvenient for us to be servants. Governor Liu will know it when we meet." Although the middle-aged man's attitude is respectful, it gives people a feeling that asking you is to save face. He didn't do this deliberately, but a habit he had developed for a long time.
"You know me?" Liu Weian raised his eyebrows. He is well-known, at least in Xiangshui Province and Jiangdong Province, but because of the small number of times he has been on camera, plus he has been in "World of Warcraft" for a long time, and Tianfeng Province has blocked the provincial borders, blocking news, people who have seen him Not many.
"The famous Governor of Tianfeng Province, even a three-year-old child knows it, so I naturally know him." When the middle-aged man said he was famous, a smile appeared from the corner of his mouth that he didn't know whether it was irony or disdain.
The players watching the excitement around were all startled, and their eyes on Liu Weian suddenly changed. Just as the middle-aged man said, there are really not many people who don't know Liu Weian. He single-handedly brought Tianfeng Province out of chaos and became the first one to restore order in the entire Han Dynasty. He couldn't do without being famous. Many people want to go to Tianfeng Province, but the border is blocked, so they can't get through.
Many people have fantasized about what kind of person Liu Weian is, but unexpectedly he is so young. Because of the fighting power shown in the previous battle with Zheng Li, no one felt that they were not as famous as they met.
"I will stay here for at least one day. If your young master wants to see you, let him come over. I still have something to do, so I won't keep you guys here."
. "Liu Wei'an frowned, and said patiently.
"My young master's itinerary has been set early, and he can only stay in Baimao District for one hour. I hope Governor Liu will understand." A trace of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man.
"It's fine if you don't have time." Liu Weian now only wants to develop Tianfeng Province, and has no interest in dealing with outside forces.
"If Governor Liu doesn't go, it will be difficult for us servants." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
"So, I have to go?" Liu Weian narrowed his eyes slightly, shooting a dangerous light.
"I hope Governor Liu won't make things difficult for us." The middle-aged man's expression was calm, without any trace of fear.
"Do you know, according to my previous temper, you are already lying on the ground." Liu Wei'an sighed.
"I believe Governor Liu is a smart man." The middle-aged man smiled.
"Unfortunately, you read it wrong." The moment Liu Weian closed his fists, an invisible force descended, imprisoning him tightly. Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man slashed at his shoulder as fast as lightning.
The palm of the hand is as white as jade, shining with a charming light. It is clearly a body of flesh and blood, but it gives people the feeling that the peerless sword is unparalleled. In the crowd, an elderly man was shocked and shouted.
"Broken Jade Palm!"
Liu Wei'an had never heard of the Broken Jade Palm, nor had he seen it before, but the murderous intent in his eyes faded a bit, just because the middle-aged man's palm hit the shoulders, not the neck. No matter what purpose he was holding, at least he didn't intend to kill, Liu Weian wanted to spare his life for this.
The squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the light shot out. The void seemed to swell suddenly, and the invisible force imprisoning Liu Wei'an exploded. A soldier on the foot of the northeast screamed as if hit by a heavy hammer, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and withered on the ground. The attention of the spectators was diverted for an instant. Here, Liu Weian's fist had already collided with the palm of the middle-aged man.
when-
The flesh and blood collided, and there was the sound of gold and stone colliding. The contempt in the eyes of the middle-aged man turned into pain in an instant, as if he was hit by a heavy truck traveling at high speed, and shot more than 30 meters away, sprinkled a series of blood, crashed into a wall and disappeared.
boom-
The elephant punched through the air, and the two rushing soldiers shot backwards at a faster speed, fell to the street tens of meters away, twitched a few times, and remained motionless for a while, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
The sword light retracted on You Mengshou's back like a spirit snake, and the 10 soldiers surrounding them were lying on the ground without fighting strength. You Mengshou didn't kill them, but just broke their hamstrings and tendons. If this kind of injury was changed in the past, even if it was picked up, the strength would drop by more than half, but now, any medical evolutionist can heal it without leaving sequelae, which is not a problem.
You Mengshou also saw that these soldiers were not simple, so he didn't kill them, but unlike elephants, they were not serious.
boom!
Just as the middle-aged man stood up from the bricks, Lin Zhonghu punched him down, and brought him up in front of Liu Weian like a chicken.
"Liu Wei'an, you will regret what you did today!" The middle-aged man was forced to kneel on the ground, but he held his head firmly, his eyes gleaming with hatred.
"Whether I will regret it in the future, I don't know, but I can be sure, I hate people threatening me very much, and those who threatened me before are all dead.
"Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.
"Young Master called me here." A chill surged in the middle-aged man's heart. He didn't know much about Liu Wei'an, but he just glanced at the information and knew that this was a young man who had just gotten lucky. people. But at this moment, he clearly felt the breath of death. In front of others, his bones are very hard, because no one dares to violate the will of the young master, but from Liu Wei'an, he does not see any fear of the young master.
The hero does not suffer from immediate losses, he immediately lowered his noble head.
"Speaking like this earlier, why did you get beaten up? This time I will teach you a little lesson. Don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be in trouble." Liu Wei'an kindly reminded.
The middle-aged man almost gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything harsh.
"Go back and tell the young master that if you dare to retaliate, I will let him know what it means to regret." Liu Weian left behind a word and led the people away.
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The top floor of the Central Building. Before the troubled times, you could see the plane by standing in front of the window and looking up, but now, you can only see the gray sky.
"Did he really say that?"
Although Xiao Hou Ye has a small character, he is actually not young. He is 39 years old this year, and he will be 40 years old in one year. However, it is well maintained and looks about 30 years old.
"I dare not hide it, this is Liu Wei'an's original words." Butler Chu had a respectful expression. In front of the young master, he withdrew all his pride and self-confidence, leaving only humility and cautiousness.
Butler Chu is the middle-aged man who went to invite Liu Wei'an.
"What do you think, teacher?" Little Hou Ye turned to look at the old man who was quietly writing beside him.
The old man was at least a hundred years old, with a rosy complexion, no beard under his chin, and black hair, but a pair of eyebrows had turned white.
Self-named Baimei layman.
Layman Baimei didn't start learning calligraphy until he was 80 years old. He learned calligraphy from Zhang Xu. Even Mr. Long Ju admired his calligraphy, and praised it as "the river is like a dragon, and the boat sails in the sea". Layman Baimei's handwriting practice is purely for entertainment and is not for sale, but occasionally some works are released, and any work can be sold for more than 100,000 gold coins, which shows that people agree with Layman Baimei.
Baimei Layman will practice dozens of times in his mind before writing. Once he starts to write, he will finish in one go like a tiger descending a mountain. There should be no pause in the middle, otherwise he won't be able to find the feeling. So even though he heard what the young master said, he didn't respond, and didn't write until the last word appeared on the paper.
The white-browed layman wiped the sweat from his palms with a towel, stared at the work for a full three minutes, showing a trace of regret, the brushstrokes are connected, he can do it, he can do it smoothly, but he still has a little bit of time to move freely. , This work is the best one he has written in the past year, but it is flawed after all, he shook his head lightly, tore it up and threw it into the trash.
"If you practice calligraphy, you will be able to recognize the value of my writing. If you don't know how to read, even Er Wang's works are worthless in front of your eyes. This person has to find the right values."
"Thank you, teacher, for your guidance!" The young master hesitated slightly, he was also an extremely smart person, he instantly understood what Lay Baimei meant, and bowed to Lay Baimei.
"Go, go, don't disturb my calligraphy practice." Baimei layman waved his hand impatiently.
"Yes!" Young Lord Hou led the people back.