He/Long held the cigarette holder in his mouth, and after taking a few puffs of cigarettes, he looked at Ren/Bi/Shi, and said with a smile: "I said Lao Ren!" Just look at it, don't guess! ”

At night, when the cold wind blows, these middle-aged men subconsciously pull their clothes so that the cold wind will not pour into their clothes.

At this time, Xu Zhi's strange performance and clothing naturally attracted the attention of these central bigwigs, and for the inquiring eyes of these bigwigs, Zhu / De and Peng / De / Huai were helpless and bitter smiles.

Xu Zhi was willing to follow them here, and both of them knew in their hearts that this was entirely due to Ye Xuanming, and it didn't have much to do with them.

As for Xu Zhi's identity, if they introduce it, they must get his own approval, if Xu Zhi doesn't nod, they don't want to touch the mold, Xu Zhi's ability they have seen with their own eyes.

Seeing that they were so curious about their identities, and the embarrassed ones were their nominal juniors, coupled with Ye Xuanming's relationship, he was still willing to give them some face, standing there and nodding quietly, signaling that they could reveal their identities.

After noticing Xu Zhi's actions, Zhu / De introduced them and said, "This is Xu Zhi, the Void Awakening Dao Master of Wudang Xianzong!"

After listening to Zhu/De's introduction, they all looked puzzled, what's going on?! Wudang Xianzong?! Wasn't that wiped out by the Japanese?! Why is this happening?!

They looked at Xu Zhi with suspicion in their eyes, but Xu Zhi was extremely calm in the face of these people's suspicions, shook his head and smiled slightly, and then looked at the moon gently, no longer having any intersection with their eyes.

At this moment, his performance was unruly and unruly in the eyes of these communists/proletarians/communists, which made several of them dissatisfied with Xu Zhi's approach, and kept frowning while looking at him.

Still maintaining his own demeanor, he stayed out of the matter, unwilling to entangle with these mundane things, if it was because of the senior brother of the hanging sword, he believed that with his own ability, leaving here would definitely not be any problem.

The unpleasantness outside was quietly happening, and in the cave where the door of the kiln was closed, Ye Xuanming and the founding chairman sat cross-legged on the kang and looked at each other. Ye Xuanming had a few pieces of rice paper in front of him, which were written by the founding chairman himself, and they were another backhand he laid in this time and space.

The founding president has not yet seen the true face of this young man in front of him, who has always given him the impression of a man who is erratic and mysterious, and who, as a pure Marxist thinker, has a special hostility to all these idealistic doctrines.

"Sir, we can have a meeting in a few hours!" With a smiling face, the founding president held the book in his hand, read it carefully, and kept nodding his head, as if he saw a wonderful place to do so, right?!

Ye Xuanming picked up a few pieces of rice paper and fiddled with it, admiring the calligraphy skills of the founding chairman, for a person like him, who can be said to be a "half-hanger", he can appreciate the calligraphy of the founding chairman in the slightest, which is enough to reflect his wisdom.

When the founding president asked about this, he was slightly silent, and after thinking about it, he said: "You can do it at any time, as long as you have time!"