"Phew, old fellow, stinky and shameless, don't have anything to do with me. "Song Changgeng listened to Tian Laoqi's words, and he was not happy at that time, you are a bad old man who said that he likes himself on the street, and everyone who heard this was panicked.

"I didn't expect this old man to be so good. ”

"It's not for sure, rich people, you just like this tune. ”

"Brother, you seem to have a lot of research on this aspect?"

"Of course, if nothing else, I have studied the psychology very clearly. The man said proudly.

"I see, I happen to be a little interested in this aspect, why don't you teach my younger brother from Taiwan?"

"It's simple, come on, let's go into the house and talk. ”

......

Mo Zifeng listened to the discussions of the people eating melons on the side, and always felt as if he had heard something strange just now.

"Hey, this little temper is exactly the same as me back then. Tian Laoqi listened to Song Changgeng's words, and couldn't help but not get angry, but showed a happy look.

"Boy, come, grandpa will teach you today what it means to respect the old and love the young. Tian Laoqi smiled fiercely, thinking that at the beginning, that one also said the same thing to him, and then he was beaten badly, and finally he didn't stop until he beat him to respect the old and love the young, and now Tian Laoqi saw Song Changgeng's appearance, and suddenly felt in his heart, this may be the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, finally, finally one day he can teach the same little rabbit cub a lesson.

As for strength, Song Changgeng did not show his spiritual power, Tian Laoqi knew at a glance that this guy in front of him should be a martial artist in the body refining period, because Song Changgeng's body was still exercising at a glance, so Tian Laoqi could be sure that Song Changgeng was in the body refining period.

In fact, all this is an illusion, the immortal way is different from the martial arts, the immortal way is to condense the qi in the body at the beginning, and then the qi slowly feeds back to itself, and the body will slowly strengthen, and the martial arts is to make the body stronger, and then the qi in the body will become stronger and stronger, so Mo Zifeng and they look like the little guy who has not been refining the body for a long time, properly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, as long as the fight starts, I am afraid that Tian Laoqi can be beaten into a pig's head by Song Changgeng.

"Young master, the time for the poetry conference of the third princess is almost up. The coachman reminded Chen Song.

"What, hurry up, let's go, ignore these little deflated three. After Chen Song finished speaking, he hurriedly walked into the carriage, I heard that there are all kinds of talented women and many ladies at this banquet today, as for the other talents, sons, they were all ignored by Chen Song.

"Uncle Seven, leave them alone for now, I'll go first. Chen Song said casually to Tian Laoqi, as if he didn't take Mo Zifeng and the others in his eyes at all.

"Scumbags, wash my neck and wait, when the master is done with the things at hand, you will die to the master. Chen Song stuck his head out of the window and said to Mo Zifeng and the others.

"Boy, you suit my appetite very much, when I have a chance in the future, I will definitely beat you up, don't worry, I won't beat you to death." Tian Laoqi said to Song Changgeng with a look of ecstasy, it is rare for children to be beaten so badly, you must wait for me to come out.

"You ......" Song Changgeng just wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mo Zifeng.

"Calm down, I'll get your breath back in a moment. Mo Zifeng smiled at Song Changgeng.

"Hmph, the old immortal, dare to cross with me? Song Changgeng looked at the carriage that was going away and said angrily.

"Let's go buy something. Mo Zifeng said with a peaceful smile on his face.

After Song Changgeng and Jian Wushuang saw the smile on the corner of Mo Zifeng's mouth, they immediately glanced at each other, they knew very well that as long as Mo Zifeng showed such a smile, it meant that someone was going to be unlucky, and it was going to be unlucky, thinking of this, Jian Wushuang and Song Changgeng began to mourn silently in their hearts, I hope you can live for two more days and feel the pain of this world.

"Auntie, how is this fan sold?" Mo Zifeng didn't know when he ran to the roadside stall, the stall owner was a fierce-looking lady, selling home-made fans.

"This depends on what you want, and the price of each fan here is different. The eldest lady explained to Mo Zifeng.

"Come on, come on, pick one by one. After Mo Zifeng finished speaking, he took the lead in picking up a fan.

"I want this. Although Jian Wushuang didn't know what the hell Mo Zifeng was doing, he still picked a pair that looked more pleasing to the eye.

"Then I want this. Song Changgeng took a look, and instantly saw a fan in a corner that matched his heart.

"How much is the eldest lady?" asked Mo Zifeng to the eldest lady.

"You are two taels of silver, he is three taels, and this one is one tael. The eldest lady looked at the fan in the hands of the three people, and then the price was revealed to the three people.

"Why am I only worth one or two?" Song Changgeng was a little unhappy when he heard this.

"Quite simply, you're cheap. Mo Zifeng said shyly.

"Auntie, you count. Mo Zifeng took out six taels of silver from his waist and handed it to the eldest lady.

"Okay, it's just right, the guest officer will come next time. In the voice of the eldest mother, the three gradually left.

Mo Zifeng looked at the fans of the two, and couldn't help but be a little admired, these two guys are really the same, you can see from the fans.

Jian Wushuang's fan, the lower section is pointy, and it is very sharp at first glance, and the fan bone gives people a sharp feeling, making people feel as if they are in the rain of swords.

Song Changgeng's fan gives people a strong sense of coercion, it is pitch black, and the entire fan is black from beginning to end.

Mo Zifeng's fan was featureless, there was only a ghostly light on it, and there was nothing else.

"Let's go and check out this shop. Without waiting for Song Changgeng and the two to recover their strength, Mo Zifeng pulled the two of them and rushed into a store selling clothes.

After a while, three young men in white appeared on the street, all dressed in the same color, but they brought people three completely different feelings.

The young man on the left is like a sword, subtle and sharp, with a knife-like face with a bit of coldness on it, which has a unique flavor.

The young man on the right, walking up, is vigorous, and has a momentum of looking at the world, as if there is nothing in the world into his eyes.

The man in the middle, with a smile on his face, walks with a dissolute and uninhibited attitude, giving people the feeling of being sunny among them.

The three of them opened the fan in their hands in unison, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone nearby, and some of the girls couldn't help but feel a little rippling in their hearts after seeing a few people, and some of them were thin-skinned and even blushed.

"Let's go see the poetry conference. Mo Zifeng said with a smile, and then walked towards the city in the lead.