Chapter Seventy-Two: Self-Reporting
The outstanding uncle stood proudly in the middle of the team, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he calmly looked into the distance.
Jiang Zhimiao looked at the old man, and saw that he had a bit of a fairy wind and bones, but he was gray-haired but full of energy, he was indeed a spiritual old man, and he didn't look like an ordinary spirit.
As soon as he finished looking, he saw the old man looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, sighed and shook his head: "The deceased is like a husband, there is no end in sight, hey~ sad, sad." ”
The relationship is still a cultured old man, and it is indeed a bit unusual to think about poetry at this time.
Jiang Zhimiao stayed where he was and didn't move when he saw his words, and then withdrew his gaze.
Exile is a bit bitter, and it's not a bad thing to express your inner emotions once in a while, but if you hold it for a long time, you might get into trouble.
Although this old man is a maverick, he is also a normal person, and there is really no need to make a fuss.
However, it was the first time she had seen such a unique old man, and it was common in the Firmament Continent before, but it was indeed the first time in the Great Life Country.
Jiang Zhimiao just wanted to share this unique old man with her mother, but before she finished speaking, she heard the old man sigh deeply, and then said sadly: "The deceased is like a husband, and there is no end in sight!" Sad, sad! ”
Jiang Zhimiao: "......"
In what case, can't you express your feelings in another sentence? That's it? Do you want to keep saying this? Jiang Zhimiao looked at the old man who didn't react in any way.
The old man was obviously unaware of the puzzled gazes of the crowd, and still stood in place and repeated the phrase of the deceased back and forth, which made people bored to listen to it.
"Hey! Can you be quiet, old man, I'm tired to death, how can I still be in the mood to listen to where you are chanting poems, be quiet for me! ”
"It's just, just a few words back and forth, and I'm tired of listening to it, so I can't shut up? Don't you see that we're tired? Can you have a little eyesight? ”
"That's right, when you're older, sit and rest more, don't think about poetry all day long, and you don't look at the occasion, is it time to be lyrical?"
"When you are old, you have to recognize the current situation, don't say something sour all day long, it's better to sleep more at this time, you are not tired and we are tired, can you be considerate and considerate of us who are physically weak?"
Everyone complained one after another, and the resentment emanating from their bodies at this moment could drown out the old man.
I thought that their complaints would stop the old man's repetition, but no, the old man didn't even give them a look, as if he hadn't heard it.
Hey, the old man's attitude can anger everyone, and if you don't listen to the kind words, then don't blame them for doing it!
Several people looked at each other, and then they stood up tremblingly and stepped forward to surround him.
However, due to the fact that several people rested just after exercising, coupled with the fierce body, they only felt that their legs were weak and they only shivered, and they were completely unstable on their feet.
They braced their tired bodies and walked to the old man with pale faces, ready to teach the old man a lesson.
It wasn't until everyone surrounded the old man that he finally came back to his senses, and when he saw several young men suddenly appearing beside him, he looked dazed and asked suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”
When a few people heard this, their faces were like vegetables, did they make a mistake, and they didn't listen to a word after saying it for so long.
After talking for a long time, it was just a one-man show for a few of them, and a lot of words were wasted, and after recognizing this fact, the anger in their hearts became more and more intense.
"Do we still have something to do? Do you know that you have been repeating your words so much that we have to rest, do you think we are okay? A young and strong young man said with a gloomy face.
"That's right, how old are you, you keep beeping and talking, can you stop talking a little?" The thin man with a square face said through gritted teeth.
"That's it, we have warned you, you actually take it as a deaf ear, is it unbearable! You must have done it on purpose! Today, I, Zhang Ping, will teach you a lesson! See if you dare to ignore us! The strongest of the men said menacingly.
Seeing this, the old man looked confused, what's the matter, didn't he just say a few words to Yue and then came to besiege him, he was very puzzled by this, but out of respect for his opponent, he still apologized first and reported to his home.
"Although I am very surprised by the current situation, but it is my fault, I will admit it, I am very sorry for the behavior that disturbed your rest, and I solemnly say that I have disturbed you, and I ask for your forgiveness."
"However, you are all coming to besiege me, and I can't sit still, according to the rules handed down by my ancestors, the two armies need to report to their homes when they fight, and we exchange names before the battle, my surname is Wen, you can call me Wen Lao, as for you, Zhang Dongping? And also? ”
The old man's gaze fell on the faces of the anonymous clans, sincerely waiting for their reply.
Zhang Pingdong was furious when he heard this, and immediately retorted: "I! Bullshit Zhang Dongping! Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Pingdong! Does Zhang Pingdong know?! ”
Elder Wen turned his head suspiciously, "What Dong?" ”
Zhang Pingdong was angry, gritted his teeth, and roared word by word: "Lao Tzu's name is Zhang Pingdong, Zhang Pingdong!" Zhang Pingdong! It's not what the East! Whether there is a bit of brain, Zhang Pingdong can't remember, what kind of poems are he chanting! ”
Wen Lao listened attentively, waited for the man's words to lag behind, carefully looked at the angry jumping man, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "What Ping? ”
Zhang Pingdong's face was like a dish, his words were blocked, his heart was even more congested, and he was so angry that he fell directly to the ground, emphasizing his name from time to time in his mouth.
Wen Lao saw that the man fell to the ground, and immediately stepped forward to care, he looked at the man lying on the ground on his side with loving eyes, and comforted with bright eyes: "Zhang Pingdong, you can rest well!" I know, your name is Zhang Pingdong! ”
Zhang Pingdong rolled his eyes when he heard this, and immediately fainted, at this moment, he didn't care how uncomfortable it was to lie on his side bound by shackles, now he just wanted to leave this angry world and go to a place where there was no old man.
The remaining few people saw that their companions were fainted by Wen Laoqi, and immediately retracted the idea of teaching the old man a lesson.
This old man is a bit evil, and he actually fainted their boss without a single soldier, and it seems that teaching him this matter has to be considered in the long run.
After a few people exchanged heads for a while, they slowly moved to Zhang Dongping, who had already gone to another world, and seeing that Wen Lao was still not leaving, the young man led by him warned viciously.
"Today's matter is revealed, and we will not care about you if we are magnanimous, but if there is a next time, don't blame our men for being ruthless."
Hearing this, Elder Wen nodded sincerely, "It is worthy of being a good man in my Great Life Country, my belly is not ordinarily large, the future of my Great Life Country is in your hands, they are all good boys, good boys!" ”
A few people didn't want to say more, so they drove the old man away with a frown, what kind of sycophants are you doing here? Are they people who can be fooled by sycophants?
Hmph~ The future of the Great Xuguo is not in their hands, is it in his hands? What about?!