My young master is invited! ”

The man is about 40 years old, with fair skin and meticulously combed hair, and there are very few people who can pay so much attention to grooming in troubled times. Liu Wei'an has seen all kinds of characters, not eight hundred, but five hundred, and none of them are as good as the man in front of him. It's not that he's handsome, there are more people than him who are handsome, he can only be regarded as middle-class. There is an old saying that is very suitable for him, three points depend on appearance, seven points depend on dress, and the perfect combination of the two gives it a unique charm.

In ancient times, only the adults above the fifth grade were qualified to wear vermilion clothes, and men wore them with a touch of luxury. The eyes are sharp, although they are well disguised, the arrogance that has been integrated into the bones still flows out faintly.

Mandarin was unified hundreds of years ago, and as a Chinese language, no one except for newborn babies would not speak. However, according to different regions, there are still slight differences in Mandarin, and the Mandarin in the ancestral Hunan and Jiangxi areas has Hakka dialects. Fujian's Mandarin still has some syllables that are difficult to distinguish, needless to say, the tongue has never been straightened. The standard Mandarin still has to look at the Hebei area, and the Mandarin of the man in front of him is extremely standard, with one word and one sound, which is extremely clear.

Even if you don't look at your appearance, you can distinguish yourself from ordinary people just by listening to your voice.

The middle-aged man did not come alone, but also a group of soldiers, a total of 20 people. 10 people surrounded Fu Jiang, elephants and others, and the other 10 people scattered around, seemingly randomly distributed, and if the whole pattern is enlarged, you will find that the position they are standing in just locks all the exits, and at the same time echoes with the 10 people surrounding the elephant and others, in case of an accident, they can support as soon as possible.

"Who is your young master?" Liu Wei'an withdrew his gaze from the soldier. Secretly guessing the identity of the other party in his heart, he had come into contact with the people of the Eighth Army and the Ninth Army, and before the troubled times, he was naturally a first-class elite, but after the troubled times, various evolutionaries emerged in an endless stream, and there were more and more people with special abilities, and the strength of the army was weak.

The 20 soldiers in front of him are all in the late silver stage, and they are elite even if they are placed in the Ping An team. I don't know if it was a soldier of the 6th or 7th Legion.

"The young master's name is secret, and it is inconvenient for us to be subordinates, and Governor Liu will know it when we meet him." Although the middle-aged man's attitude is respectful, it gives people the feeling that asking you to give you face. He didn't mean to do it, but it was a habit he had cultivated over time.

"You know me?" Liu Wei'an raised his eyebrows. He is not very famous, at least in Xiangshui Province and Jiangdong Province, but because of the small number of photogenic appearances, coupled with the fact that he has been in "World of Warcraft" for a long time, and Tianfeng Province has blocked the provincial border, the news is blocked, and not many people have seen him.

"The famous governor of Tianfeng Province, a three-year-old child knows it, and I naturally know it." When the middle-aged man said that he was famous, a smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth that he didn't know whether it was sarcasm or disdain.

The players around who watched the excitement were all surprised, and their eyes at Liu Wei'an suddenly changed, as the middle-aged man said, there are really few people who don't know Liu Wei'an. Single-handedly set Tianfeng Province in order and became the first person in the entire Han Dynasty to restore order, and he couldn't think of being famous. Many people want to go to Tianfeng Province, but the border is blocked, and they can't get through.

Many people have fantasized about what kind of person Liu Wei'an is, but they didn't expect to be so young. Because of the combat effectiveness shown in the previous battle with Zheng Li, no one felt that it was better to be famous than to meet.

"I will stay here for at least a day, if your young master wants to see him, let him come over, I still have something to do, so I won't leave you."

。 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 1 hour, I hope Governor Liu will understand." A hint of displeasure flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"If you don't have time, forget it." Liu Wei'an now wants to develop Tianfeng Province and has no interest in dealing with outside forces.

"If Governor Liu doesn't go, it will be very difficult for those of us to be subordinates." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"So, do I have to go?" Liu Wei'an's eyes narrowed slightly, shooting out a dangerous light.

"I hope Governor Liu won't embarrass us." The middle-aged man's expression was calm, without a trace of fear.

"Do you know that, according to my old temper, you're already lying on the ground." Liu Wei'an sighed.

"I believe Governor Liu is a smart person." The middle-aged man smiled.

"Unfortunately, you read it wrong." The moment Liu Wei'an's fists were closed, an invisible force descended and imprisoned him to death. Almost at the same time, the middle-aged man slashed at his shoulder with a palm as fast as lightning.

The palm of the hand is as white as jade, shining with a charming light, it is clearly flesh and blood, but it gives people a sense of peerless sharpness. In the crowd, an elderly man was shocked and shouted in a lost voice.

"Broken Jade Palm!"

Liu Wei'an had never heard of a broken jade palm, and he had never seen it before, but the murderous intent in his eyes was a little lighter, just because the middle-aged man's palm was taken from the shoulder, not the neck. No matter what his purpose is, at least he didn't have the intention to kill, and Liu Wei'an wanted to spare his life for this point.

The squinted eyes suddenly opened, and the essence shot out. The void seemed to swell suddenly, and the invisible force that imprisoned Liu Wei'an exploded, and a soldier on the northeast foot screamed as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and shriveled to the ground. The attention of the people watching the excitement was diverted for a moment, and here, Liu Wei'an's fist had collided with the middle-aged man's palm.

When—

The flesh and blood collided, and there was a sound of gold and stone impacting. The contempt in the middle-aged man's eyes turned into pain in an instant, and the whole person seemed to be hit by a high-speed heavy truck, shot more than 30 meters away, spilled a series of blood, crashed into a wall and disappeared.

Bang –

The elephant punched in the air, and the two soldiers who rushed over shot out at a faster speed, fell on the street dozens of meters away, convulsed a few times, and remained motionless, 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 around them had lost their combat effectiveness and were lying on the ground, You Mengshou did not kill them, but only broke the tendons and tendons. If such an injury were changed in the past, even if it was connected, the strength would be reduced by more than half, but now, any medical evolutionary can be cured without leaving sequelae, which is not a problem.

You Mengshou also saw that the identities of these soldiers were not simple, so he didn't hurt the killer, but it was not like an elephant who didn't kill lightly or heavily.

Bang!

As soon as the middle-aged man got up from the masonry, he was knocked down by Lin Zhonghu's fist and lifted in front of Liu Wei'an like a chicken.

"Liu Wei'an, you will regret today's shot!" The middle-aged man was forced to kneel on the ground, but his head was held high, and his eyes shone with resentment.

"I don't know if I'll regret it later, but I know for sure, I hate it when people threaten me, and the people who used to danger me are dead.

Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"It was the little marquis who 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 took a general look at the information and knew that this was a young man who had taken shit luck. But at this moment, he clearly felt the breath of death. In front of others, his bones were very hard, because no one dared to go against the will of the little marquis, but from Liu Wei'an's body, he didn't see a little fear of the little marquis.

The hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, and he immediately bows his noble head.

"If you talk like this earlier, why don't you get beaten, this time you will be taught a lesson, you can't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be unlucky." Liu Wei'an kindly reminded.

The middle-aged man almost gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything hard.

"Go back and tell the little marquis, if you dare to retaliate, I will let him know what regret is." Liu Wei'an lightly dropped a sentence and left with people.

……

The highest floor of the Central Tower. In the past, you could see airplanes when you stood in front of the window and looked up, but now, you can only see the gray sky.

"That's what he said?"

Although the little marquis has a small character, he is actually not small, he is 39 years old this year, and he will be the year of confusion in another year. But it's well maintained, and it looks like it's 30 years old.

"The old slave didn't dare to hide it, this was Liu Wei'an's original words." Steward Chu's expression was respectful, and in front of the little marquis, he gathered all his pride and self-confidence, leaving only humility and caution.

Steward Chu is the middle-aged man who went to invite Liu Wei'an.

"What does the teacher think?" The little marquis turned his head to look at the old man who was writing quietly on the side.

The old man was at least 100 years old, with a ruddy complexion, no beard under his chin, his hair still black, and a pair of eyebrows that had turned white.

Self-proclaimed white-eyed layman.

The white-eyed monk only began to learn calligraphy at the age of eighty, and the book started from Zhang Xu, and he was successful in ten years, and he became a vein of his own. His calligraphy even admired Mr. Longju, praising it as 'the river is like a dragon, and the boat sails on the sea'. The practice of calligraphy by the white-eyed layman is purely entertainment and is not sold, but occasionally there are works that flow out, and a random work can be auctioned for hundreds of thousands of gold coins, which shows people's recognition of the white-eyed layman.

Before writing, the white-eyed layman will practice dozens of times in his mind, and once he writes, he will be like a tiger descending the mountain, all in one go. You can't stop halfway, otherwise he won't be able to feel it. So although he heard the words of the little marquis, he didn't react, and he didn't put pen to paper until the last word surfaced on the paper.

The white-eyed monk wiped the sweat on his palms with a towel, stared at the work for three minutes, revealing a trace of regret, the pen is connected, he can do it, he can do it, he can do it, but there is still a trace of heat left to put it away, this work is the best one he has written in the past year, but after all, it is flawed, shook his head gently, tore it up and threw it into the garbage basket.

"If you learn to write, you will know the value of the words I write, if you are not literate, even if the works of the two kings are placed in front of you, they are worthless. This person has to find the right values. ”

"Thank you for your advice!" The little marquis froze slightly, he is also an extremely smart person, and instantly understood the meaning of the white-eyed layman, and bowed to the white-eyed layman.

"Go, go, don't bother me to practice calligraphy." The white-eyed monk waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes!" The little marquis led people to retreat.