According to the temperament of the "little fat man" little Randall, who almost does not suffer much, this kind of thing should have caused a storm in the city a long time ago, but this time little Randall, who suffered a big loss, not only did not make a big move, but accompanied Hu Yu to visit the "border city" all day long, saying that he was experiencing some customs and customs. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In Little Randall's view, generally the sons and daughters of any big family like what literary and artistic tones, what material culture, folk culture, anyway, Little Randall who is involved in the side all take Lao Hu to visit, which makes Hu Yu bitter.

In the center of the bustling market, the gold coins in the money bag given by Randall Jrán in his hand were jingling, and Hu Yu pretended to look at the so-called "border city" and "folk artist" in front of him with appreciation.

With dirty hair, cloudy glasses, and yellowed tetracycline teeth, the dirty old man sang to a magic array that resembled a microphone.

Although he couldn't bear it, looking at Hu Yu's more appreciative look, little Randall was still quite satisfied with his arrangement. Don't look at this dirty ugly old man so unbearable, and not many people can appreciate what he sings, but the so-called "folk artists" in the border city are fragrant and sweet, and they have heard enough of the so-called greasy "geisha song and dance", and the dignitaries and nobles are also recruiting such "living treasures" in order to show their identity and taste, and little Randall has also worked hard to find their traces.

And this so-called "folk artist" is generally backbone, almost all of them sing in the streets and alleys, and never enter the mansions of officials and nobles, perhaps this is why they cherish it.

While thinking about it, little Randall took out a small first-level fire-based magic gem and stuffed it into the hand of the assistant of the "folk artist" on the side, and the sharp-eyed dirty old man saw this, sang even more happily, and even danced with his hands!

In fact, not going to the mansions of high-ranking officials and nobles is not a means for "folk artists" to raise their own value? It can be regarded as a well-established rule, and if anyone goes and is discovered, he will be deprived of his qualifications as a "folk artist" by the "folk artist association." Who doesn't want to make a little more money to subsidize their family? This dirty old man in front of him is an example.

There is really a limit to people's patience, after listening to the "singing" that is almost in the same tune from beginning to end for half an hour, Lao Hu feels that he can't bear it anymore, and even has the hypnotic feeling of sitting in class listening to the so-called "mathematics" in his previous life, touching his sore eyelids, Lao Hu feels that he has to do something to be responsible for his life and health.

"Ahem, stop, stop!" Hu Yu waved his hand and said to the dirty old man in front of him: "Can you change the tone? ”

The dirty old man didn't seem to believe his ears, and in this regard, this young boy dared to challenge his authority!

On the contrary, although little Randall on the side couldn't understand what Hu Yu was saying, he couldn't help but be amazed: "This Brother Hu is so powerful?

"And that little brother over there, can you cut your fingernails when you play the instrument? The strings can't be pressed accurately!" Old Hu pointed to the assistant who was accompanying the dirty old man, and continued to find faults.

In fact, when it comes to music, it cannot be said that he has studied it deeply, but he also knows a lot, after all, Lao Hu Ke was a half-baked bar singer in the past! Take the wooden instrument with a big butt and a thin neck in front of him, it seems that there is no big difference between it and the "guitar" in his previous life, except for the slight difference in appearance.

"This adult doesn't have a backache when he stands and talks, if he doesn't like the old man who can't sing well, can you have a paragraph?!" Although he was a little greedy for money, this dirty old man was still relatively confident in his skills, and he was provoked by Hu Yu, and really fell into Hu Yu's trap.

Lao Hu was waiting for his words, although he was only a half-hung singer, Lao Hu was unwilling to give up some opportunities to show his singing voice, coupled with the noise that he endured for half an hour, he had already had an itchy throat, and he was about to step forward immediately.

Little Randall on the side also felt quite interesting when he saw Hu Yu volunteering, and when he saw that Hu Yu was interested in singing, he also listened attentively.

"Ahem" cleared his throat, Lao Hu first put up the shelf, although he had not gone through systematic learning, he had been invading in the bar for a long time, and he was full of fan, holding the "guitar" that was originally placed vertically, cocking a Erlang leg, stepping on his feet to beat himself, and then singing.

"Wandering / on the road / are you going to go / viavia

Fragile / proud / that used to be what I used to be

Boiling/restless/Where are you going/viavia

Enigma-like/silent/story, are you really listening?

I've crossed mountains and seas / and I've walked through a sea of people

Everything I once had / Gone like smoke in the blink of an eye

I used to be lost/disappointed/lost all directions

Until you see the ordinary, the only answer"

The "guitar" is constantly plucked in the hand, and there are actually a lot of similarities between the instrument and the instrument, and the simple chords are paired with a simple cappella, which is the charm of this "Ordinary Road". I haven't told anyone else, in fact, Lao Hu's favorite is this song, which is simple, simple, and has not experienced too much embellishment.

The people around seemed to be calmed by the singing, including the onlookers-by, little Randall, and even the "folk artist" dirty old man, all of whom were immersed in the singing just now and couldn't extricate themselves.

Although I don't understand what is sung in the song, the rhythm is the same, and the simplest, clear, and brisk melody can also win people's favor the most, I have to say that it is really amazing!

The sound of "pop, pop, snap" clapping came from behind the crowd, which also interrupted people's thoughts. Hu Yu looked in the direction where the voice came, only to see that the crowd automatically gave way to a passage, and an old man wearing a divine robe slowly walked in.

"Sounds of Nature, Sounds of Nature!" the old man slowly put down his clapping hand and praised Hu Yu with a serious face. That sincere look seems to be a little embarrassed by the whole old beard.

Suddenly, there were some discordant voices behind Hu Yu: "Hmph, Garcia, didn't you ask you not to come, why is it as annoying as a dog skin plaster!"

As soon as these words came out, even little Randall was a little sluggish, but the person who came was Bishop Garcia of the "Church of Light" in the "Border City"!

To say that in the "border city" where little Randall is rampant, he is afraid of no more than five people, and this Garcia "bishop" is one of them. Although the power of the "Church of Light" in the Eastern Continent is not as strong as in the center of the empire, it still has some scruples about such a behemoth, Little Randall. But what is even more surprising is that this dirty old man, a "folk artist" who is greedy for money, dares to speak disrespectfully to Garcia's "bishop" directly, what is the origin of this dirty old man?!

Suddenly, cold sweat began to break out on the back of the heads of the ordinary citizens who had had a small friction and a small quarrel with the dirty old man on weekdays, and when they saw that this old man was so powerful, their bowels were cleared.

"Old man William, this is your fault, I didn't poach your students this time, and I didn't invite you back to church, why are you clingy?" Garcia didn't get angry, but smiled slightly, and subtly replied to the dirty old man, that is, William's words.

"I told you not to set foot in this area, be careful that I'm not being polite to you!" William's face became even more gloomy.

"Why can't I walk on such a wide road? I, the Church of Light, have contributed a lot to the tax revenue of the 'Frontier City'. It seems that in terms of words, old man William is far from Garcia's opponent, and seeing that he can't say it, William will no longer take Garcia's words.

Although Old Man William was still so stubborn, Bishop Garcia still persuaded him bitterly: "William, go back, the door of the church is always open for you"

A breeze passed through the hot crowd, people felt a little cool, and the noisy street was quiet, and no one dared to talk.

Seeing that he was treated coldly, Garcia was not angry at all, he found himself a step down, turned his head to Hu Yu and said, "Young man, your voice is good, are you interested in joining the 'Church of Light' choir as an official and a half-official?!"

This time it was Lao Hu's turn to be embarrassed, he didn't know what the old man in front of him was doing, and he seemed to have a lot to do with the "Church of Light"? But what the hell is the Church of Light? As soon as Lao Hu crossed over, he ran to the barracks and then wandered around the mountains and old forests, and he really didn't know much about the major forces on the road.

"Bishop Garcia, Bishop Garcia! Little Randall relieved Hu Yu at the right time.

"Oh, little Randall, didn't you mean to go to Oak City for a gay ball?!" Bishop Garcia teased when he saw the "little fat man" little Randall on the side.

Suddenly, a black line appeared on little Randall's head: "Where was that, last year, that was last year!"

Last year, little Randall, who had just taken over his father's business, had just completed a big order, and he was about to vent his heart, but He Nai went to the wrong place and went to the "gay ball"!

"When I came back this time, I ran into a group of robbers, and I almost lost my life!" said little Randall hurriedly changed the subject.

"What? There is such a thing?!" In connection with the fact that some missionary teams of the "Church of Light" have also suffered a certain amount of trouble in recent days, Garcia, who had not taken it to heart, suddenly became angry: "It's really rampant, these robbers should really deal with it properly!"

As he spoke, Bishop Garcia slammed his cane into the ground, and a deep hole was poked straight out of the marble floor, and what was even more terrifying was that the marble was intact all around, and there were no cracks at all!

Little Randall was shocked for a while, just the power of piercing the marble with a wooden cane was at least something that could only be done at the peak level of the third order, but coupled with keeping the marble and cane around him intact, this ability to control the power was beyond the cognitive ability of little Randall, a mere third-order warrior.

The old man who couldn't see the way out was only a little surprised, and he didn't expect that this white-bearded old man who was close to the sixtieth birthday had such strength, but he still slandered in his heart: "You still have a crutch with this strength?!