Chapter 41 White Fight

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When the fat man saw the young man in white stop, he immediately understood that something had changed, and shouted at Wei Qiao with a red face and a thick neck: "Obviously he hit me first!" There was still a hint of grievance on his face that was very cooperative.

Wei Qiao's eyes swept over him, and he said to Fu Yang: "If the qi is not enough, you can fight again." ”

When the fat man heard this, his neck shrank, and he hurriedly stepped back.

The young man in white clenched his fists and hated in his heart. He was actually eaten to death by a nobody, and he didn't have the power to fight back at all!

Hateful! Hateful! Hateful!

He tried his best to suppress the heaving chest, his expression was cold, his eyes flashed rapidly, and his gritted teeth heart was rapidly spinning with various thoughts.

He can't have an accident here, he has to be gracious, he has to be gentle, humble and polite!

In the end, the young man in white stubbornly suppressed the anger in his chest that seemed to explode, his eyes were cold and quickly retreated, and his gloomy face was slowly retracted. Turning his head to Wei Qiao, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said expressionlessly, "I don't know the name of my brother?" ”

Fu Yang also saw it at this time, glared at the cowering fat man, snorted proudly, and walked towards Wei Qiao's side with his chest straight.

Wei Qiao glanced at the young man in white lightly, looked at Fu Yang, whose expression was agitated, and smiled indifferently: "Yes, I'm ashamed of not giving you a teacher." ”

When Fu Yang heard this, his face was already trembling with excitement, he looked up at Wei Qiao, and nodded heavily. Laughed, laughed very happily, very brightly.

The white-clothed young man clenched his fists again, his face was cloudy, and he raised his head and said coldly: "Brother Tai can tell me the full name, and Zhou can also come to ask for advice." ”

Listening to the naked threat of the young man in white, Wei Qiao turned his head to look at him for a while, and a smile suddenly appeared: "Are you planning to provoke me at the Buddha Conference?" ”

On the Buddhist conference for the selection of materials for the country, the literati are light, but they do not care about each other's poetry and literature.

The white-clothed young man's face froze, and he immediately wrinkled his brows and said in a deep voice: "Yes and what! ”

Wei Qiao said 'oh', nodded lightly, and said, "Then I can't tell you." ”

The young man in white was stunned, almost choking on Wei Qiao's words. He provoked him to his face like this, and the guy on the other side actually replied calmly and confidently, "Then I can't tell you!" This is completely different from the usual situation, even if there is no one who doesn't understand poetry anymore, he will immediately blush and have a thick neck when he hears this. It doesn't matter if you lose, but you can't be spineless!

He looked at Wei Qiao in a daze, unable to adapt to Wei Qiao's astonishment for a while. Before he could speak, Wei Qiao had already turned his head in the direction of the central high platform.

"Wait!" The young man in white suddenly shouted in a hurry.

Wei Qiao frowned slightly, turned his head and said, "Something else?" ”

The young man in white stiffened, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. 'Anything else?' He wanted to hit the wall in his heart. But looking at what Wei Qiao said as a matter of course, it seems that things should be like this. His lips opened, and for a moment he really didn't know what to say.

Wei Qiao lowered his head slightly, and his eyes revealed, 'Huh? 'means.

The young man in white was choked again, the corners of his mouth twitched, his lips squirmed, but he didn't say a word.

"Hmph." Without waiting for Wei Qiao to speak, he suddenly snorted, and then strode forward with a cold face, passing directly past Wei Qiao.

When the other people saw this, they also followed behind the young man in white and left quietly and quickly. It's just that the arrogant appearance just now has been reined in, and he cautiously walked past Wei Qiao. The fat man glared at Fu Yang, but shrunk his neck when he looked at Wei Qiao.

Watching a few people leave, Fu Yang looked excited, and hugged his fist sincerely at Wei Qiao and said, "Thank you, teacher." ”

Wei Qiao nodded with a smile and said, "Yiyun should be your sister, right?" ”

Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, smiled awkwardly and said, "The teacher sees it?" ”

Seeing Wei Qiao smiling and silent, Fu Yang hesitated slightly, his little face showed the vicissitudes of his age, and sighed: "Her mother was originally a concubine of my father, but then she died suddenly, and my sister was not framed by other aunts, so she was kicked out of the house by her father in a fit of anger, at that time, she was only fifteen years old, and I was nine years old. ”

Wei Qiao frowned slightly, and nodded slightly, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and each has its own misfortune.

Xiangling didn't have much emotion, pulled Wei Qiao's sleeve, and whispered, "Young Master, if we shout, will those talented people really come to help us?" ”

Wei Qiao's face stiffened when he heard this, and he immediately gave Xiangling a burst of chestnuts, glared at her, and turned around and walked in the direction of the high platform.

This is obviously not a question to ask.

Fu Yang was holding something in his arms, looking at Xiangling's innocent appearance of holding his little head, he smiled, and hurriedly followed Wei Qiao.

Xiangling hugged her little head, her face full of grievances. She was really curious about the question.

Under the high platform, people are crowded one by one, and there is really no gap. Except for the necessary walkways, the rest of the place was blocked.

The three of Wei Qiao came to the edge, and from a distance, they could see that there was no one on the high platform, and there were crowds of people below, and the black pressure was overwhelming. In that strange place to the north, Wei Qiao was not surprised, after all, there is always a privileged class in every dynasty and generation.

Wei Qiao turned his head to look at the curious little girl, shook his head, and thought that it would be good if Wan'er was there, and she would definitely arrange a seat for herself.

Fu Yang wasn't very surprised, after all, he had been here a few times. In his heart, he was very curious about the golden package in his arms, and he stood behind Wei Qiao in Yiyun's room, only seeing the gilded prayer post, but he didn't see whose name it was.

You must know that in Daqi, only officials above the third grade can use bronzing name cards, more than a dozen at once, Fu Yang has long been curious.

Wei Qiao looked around and found that there was an empty staircase in the south, but it was a little far from the high platform. Fortunately, Wei Qiao didn't plan to observe it up close, so he raised his feet and walked south.

"Inquiry?" Almost in the front row, the young man in white who had just clashed with Wei Qiao had a cold expression, and snorted angrily.

There was a young scholar in similar clothes sitting beside him, and he frowned and said in a deep voice, "I heard, it's the young master of the Jinling cloth merchant Wei family, there's nothing special." ”

The young man in white was panicked until now, and when he heard it, the corners of his mouth curled, and he sneered, "Oh, it turns out that he is still a lowly person." ”

Shinong businessmen and merchants, merchants belong to the lowly status in Daqi, including their children.

The young man shook his head and said in a low voice: "No, that Wei Qiao won the show three years ago and got rid of his cheap status. "Once Daqi becomes a scholar, he can get out of the lowly status.

The young man in white smiled disdainfully, looked at the high platform close at hand, and said coldly: "Xiucai, hmph, I want to see how long his Xiucai can last!" At this moment, his heart was filled with the anger of being played.

And across the more than a dozen seats of the young man in white, Chu Han looked excited, stared at the high platform with firm eyes, and said to himself, "Miss Yiyun, you must see it, I want you to know that I am worthy of you!" ”

And not far behind the two, the folding fan shook gently, closed his eyes slightly, and looked indifferent. If you look closely, you will find that fine beads of sweat are constantly oozing from his forehead.

As the sun's rays gradually shifted, the chaotic and noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and they all turned their eyes to the densely packed north side covered by the curtains.

That's where the real motivation for the Buddha lies.