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It was a place of absolute neutrality, and it was difficult to imagine a scene where the Qin and Hun people lived in harmony. But here you can see that the Huns sell their produce here, buying back the necessities of life that the steppe does not have. The war doesn't seem to affect here. There are also these cultivators who don't usually go out of the mountain, some monsters and even the Sea Clan, and there are people from all over the Immortal Land. It was a city built between the Qin Empire in the south and the wilderness steppes in the north, and the Qin people nominally controlled the city.

Lubei Duhufu is the place where the first emperor of the Qin people, Wuguang, was born, which is a holy place in the hearts of some nostalgic people, and is also a typical city of the Qin Empire.

After gathering intelligence in the grassland, the boy came to the conclusion that this was the best place he could contact Qin at the moment.

If it were elsewhere, I was afraid that as soon as I entered the city, I would be beaten to death by the angry Qin people.

When he first saw this huge city, the boy's eyes lit up.

This is a city like a mist in the clouds, if you want to describe it, the heavenly court in the mythology of the Qin people is probably nothing more than that. This is the first impression of a teenager. A city of heavenly people. There is less glitz and glitz of the world, and more of a sense of heaviness out of the dust.

"Madame, bring me a glass of your wine." The young man shouted in a stiff Qin language.

"Yo, this little brother is a grassland person, he is really handsome, I said that you grassland people are good-looking, but it is too much, hey, I am not afraid of the retribution of the Buddha."

The boy didn't understand what he heard, was she complimenting me on my good looks?

The proprietress brought a jar of wine, walked up to the young man and said, "Guest officer, your wine, and the next time you call the proprietress is enough." What ladies must not talk nonsense, this will be scolded by the masters, only men can be called scholars. ”

When the boy habitually picked up the cup and poured the wine, he realized that there was no cup at all.

"Female, hostess."

"What's more? This little brother. Looking at the hot breasts of the proprietress, the young man said weakly: "Boss, there is no cup." ”

"Hahaha." Seeing that everyone around him was smiling, the young man looked at the proprietress for some reason.

I saw the proprietress covering her mouth with one hand and smiling with a flower branch, and suddenly many people around were stunned.

"Little brother is so interesting, cup, how can a man use a cup when he drinks, are you a prairie person."

The boy's face was said to be like this by a woman, and it wasn't mixed up.

The boy instantly raised the jar and poured wine directly into his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem." Instantly, this made a lot of people laugh again.

The boy swore he had never encountered such a thing in his life as humiliating as it was today.

It's just a cultural difference, it's just a cultural difference. The boy comforted himself in his heart.

The boy next night was sleeping on the proprietress bed. After slowly opening his eyes and seeing the surrounding environment, the young man's heart is really. Today it's really, wait this where.

"Little brother, don't move." I saw the proprietress come over with a bowl of soup and medicine.

"Where is this?" The boy asked uneasily.

"This is the slave's bed, what's wrong."

"What, you're saying it's the bed you sleep in." The boy immediately stood up, then fell down again with a limp.

"Little brother Mo is kidding, this is a bed specially prepared for you guests who faint at my place." The proprietress said a little angrily, and her voice was a little cold for the first time.

"Scared the hell out of me." "Wait, you said this was your bed." The boy asked strangely.

"Yes, this is indeed a slave's bed."

The boy's head is going to explode. What the situation.

It wasn't until later that after some explanation from the proprietress he understood what the proprietress meant when she said that the bed was hers. The boy sighed again, the language gap is not something that can be made up by learning quickly in a short period of time.

"Lady, you are." The boy saw the strange black mushy thing in her hand, and his heart was alarmed, this was not a murder.

"It's a decoction." The proprietress saw the boy like this, and took a sip of it herself. "The guest officer is really not at all like the steppe people and those poor scholars." The proprietress revealed a kind of mockery of the scholar.

The boy also felt embarrassed enough at the moment, so he simply drank it directly.

"By the way, little brother also has to pay for this."

Bidding farewell to the glamorous proprietress boy, the boy set foot on his way again. However, he did not plan to act at the moment, but went to visit a well-known scholar, the so-called master. Determined to learn the language well.

"It's rare that there are grassland people who also admire the way of sages, Xiaoying quickly take this son to the school."

The girl named Xiaoying was originally looking at the meditation recipe handed down by the sage Confucius and Mencius seriously, and when she heard the master calling herself, she raised her head and said, "It's the master, the disciple obeys the order."

Then he turned to look at the young man, and suddenly saw her trembling all over, and pointed at the young man as if he was full of anger: "Steppe people, Hun Yi." ”

Looking at the murderous aura in the girl's eyes, it was like substance, and the young man hurriedly used a spiritual skill to calm the mind.

I saw that the master looked at Xiao Ying, and I didn't know what method I used, so Xiao Ying quieted down.

Along the way, Xiao Ying's face was as cold as frost, and the young man didn't say anything.

"Here it is." It wasn't until Xiao Ying's cold voice came that the young man agreed.

The next moment, the young man heard Xiaoying's apology: "My family members all died in the hands of the grassland people, seeing that you are a grassland person, I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you Hun Yi, I think the grassland people who can admire the sage book should be regarded as a good person." ”

"I can understand your feelings."

"No, you can't." Xiao Ying's voice suddenly became louder, and then she left, as if she couldn't bear to stay for a moment.

The boy touched his nose: "Am I a good person?"

The Master began to explain the book of the sages. When the Master finishes speaking, he will listen to the students' opinions and answer questions that the students do not understand, sometimes the students will ask the Master, and sometimes the Master will ask the students questions.

"Teacher, what is a gentleman?"

"Self-improvement is a gentleman." The Master said. "Teacher, what is a big husband?"

The young man thought: "Gentleman = big husband, big husband = man with ability, man with ability should be determined to conquer the Quartet." Why did the master say that a gentleman should be kind and generous, really?

"Sir, I have a problem." The boy said loudly.

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Xiao Ying took the young man to the book pavilion and said, "The master has punished you to copy all the books here a hundred times. ”

Xiao Ying is funny, after getting along for a period of time, Xiao Ying found that the boy was indeed a grassland man, so straightforward, and at the same time, his attitude towards the boy also changed a lot, because he found that the boy was very different from the grassland she imagined.

Whether or not these are juvenile disguises is another matter.

After arriving at the book pavilion, the boy immediately read all the books here, he had planned to come here, this time it was just his strategy, and he was punished to come here to copy the books, and the copy was correct until he could memorize it. He's really fed up with those scholars.

How could there be such a gang of guys among the Qin people, if it was back then, we Goliath would not have been able to lose at all.

The old master was still a truly wise man. But those students are extremely pedantic in the eyes of the teenagers. I heard that they have a group of people who have nothing to do all day long, the so-called righteous path, what kind of demon slaying and demon extermination, is it impossible for monks to be like this, if this is the case, then the so-called monks do not exist for a long time, the real monk should be the kind of person who does what the master said, and if he does not do it, he will destroy the heavens and the earth.

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