There are many kinds of people, but there is only one kind of person that does not exist, and that is to be born noble.

However, no matter what the world, there will be class differences, which are all based on some specific foundations, in this wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, it is the supremacy of strength, aside from the strength that is the identity, just like Liu Yiqing, even if he does not have the identity of an alcoholic idiot, he is also the son of the head of the Langya Sword Sect, this identity is placed on the rivers and lakes, I hope it is enough for him to run rampant.

Or maybe it's a little worse, listening to Liao Zhiyuan, the young owner of Yunshan Villa, it is undeniable that since he was born, he is destined to become the kind of person that many people envy, this is the reason for his identity, even if he is the first gentleman in Miyang Mansion.

Whether it is Liu Yiqing or Liao Zhiyuan, they all have the same identity, they are all disciples of the big faction, direct disciples, and they have had it since birth, their mentality is very peaceful, looking at the mountain is the mountain, and the water is the water.

But there is also a kind of high status, this kind of person sees the mountain as mud, he can step on it with one foot, and the waves are also small puddles, he can directly wade through, this is also commonly known as the nouveau riche, just like Gu Qingci before, after gaining strong strength, his mentality did not change so quickly, and he didn't like to use his brain very much.

Now, Gu Qingci looked coldly at the Xuannu Palace disciple named Ling'er, he could see at a glance that this person's strength was just a second-rate martial artist, but he was so arrogant, this was the kind of person who suddenly gained an identity and couldn't see himself clearly.

If it was before, Gu Qingci might have drawn his sword, but now his mentality is different, a clown who jumps off the beam, or to put it bluntly, an ant jumping in front of a great cultivator, it is not worth his eyes to take a second look at this kind of person, and it will only seem embarrassing.

Gu Qingci just looked at that Ling'er, then at Mu Yiyu, and saluted: "Farewell!"

Mu Yiyu also glared at Ling'er, and hurriedly said to Gu Qingci: "Don't blame the son, my junior sister is young and not very sensible, I hope the son doesn't care, in addition, I also ask the son to cut love, my junior sister she likes this horse very much......"

Gu Qingci shook his head, said "I'm sorry, this horse, I don't have anything to do with her" and then turned over directly on the horse, rode the horse and ran towards the street, and disappeared around the corner in a blink of an eye.

"Eh, you man, you stop me!"

When Ling'er saw Gu Qingci leaving, she yelled in a hurry, and as soon as she drew her long sword, she was about to catch up, but she was stopped by Mu Yiyu, and said coldly: "Senior sister, okay, people don't want to, why do you want to force it!"

"But, senior sister, that person died in too rudeness, we all reported to the teacher, he is still so faceless, he simply looks down on our Xuannu Palace, I must teach him a lesson. Ling'er was not convinced.

Mu Yiyu snatched Ling'er's sword and threw it back to the scabbard directly, a little angry, but remembered that the master had always emphasized that she should take care of her sister more, so she endured it and said: "Okay, others don't owe me anything from my Xuannu Palace, and they didn't say anything insulting, this matter will stop, you can pick another horse!"

............

The bluestone street stretches far and wide, and there is no business on either side of the houses, except for the occasional green branches sticking out of the walls, swaying in the sun.

Gu Qingci led the big dark horse and walked in the street.

Suddenly, a few faint huqin sounds came into an alleyway, the sound of the piano was desolate, it seemed to be sighing, and it seemed to be crying, and a wisp of fluttering came and couldn't help but make people feel a touch of sadness, and then, there was a burst of pandering singing, and the little girl's voice was even more uncomfortable:

"The smoke is light and cold, and the moon is half missing,

At the beginning, it was a peak on a broken branch,

Today, it's just a shadow.

Memories are just full.

You are a green mountain, and you encounter leisure,

I'm a tired bird,

Stop the flower branch slightly down the wind,

The peck of flowers is long

......”

Gu Qingci stood on the side of the small alley, looked over, there was an old man playing erhu, a little girl was standing next to the old man and singing softly, some people passing by listened for a while, shook their heads and sighed and left, and some people left a few pennies in the broken bowl.

It seems that a pair of grandparents and grandchildren are singing, and that little girl, who happened to be seen by Gu Qingci, was the little girl who picked peach blossoms that she met on the peach blossom bank not long ago, and there was an incense burner at her feet that was slowly wafting smoke.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the little girl saw Gu Qingci and said in surprise: "Big brother, what a coincidence!"

Gu Qingci smiled happily, tied the big black horse to a tree, slowly walked into the alley, took out a little broken silver from his arms and put it in the bowl, the old man who pulled the erhu stopped, stood up slowly, bowed, and said, "Thank you for the reward of the old man!"

Gu Qing retracted his sleeves and slowly saluted: "The old gentleman is polite, your erhu is very good." ”

The old man sat down slowly and said, "If the son likes to be old, he will play a song for the son, and this song is called the Yellow Spring!"

"Okay," Gu Qingci nodded and said, "Listen down!"

The sound of the erhu was desolate, one after another spread far and wide, and it seemed a little ethereal in this empty alley, which couldn't help but make people sigh, and the few listeners slowly left.

The alley is not very wide, but it is long, the wall is covered with moss, an old man is playing the piano with his eyes slightly closed, and a little girl stands next to a young man, who seems to be a little intoxicated.

The mist in the incense burner slowly became less and less, getting lighter and lighter, Gu Qingci looked at it and said softly: "Old man, this spice tastes good, how about not adding a little?"

The old man pulled intoxicated, heard Gu Qingci's words, slowly opened his eyes, and said slowly: "This incense is called ambergris, it is a rare spice, and there is not much old stock." ”

Gu Qingci stood quietly and said: "Ambergris, it's hard to find, since the old gentleman can afford to use ambergris, why come here to sing, and bring a little girl, it's really not good." ”

The old man shook his head with the music, the range of movements was not large, but it was very charming, as if he hadn't heard Gu Qingci's words, and still said to himself: "Ambergris, the taste is quiet, refreshing, and can also maintain health, it is rumored that it is a real dragon sleeping, and later, the human cloud ambergris has a strange fragrance, burning a Zhu, the green smoke floats in the air, the knot does not disperse, like a pumice stone and light." ”

Gu Qingci didn't speak, but listened quietly, the little girl next to her had bright eyes, staring at Gu Qingci for a while, and she didn't speak, just kept fiddling her fingers.

The old man was still saying: "There is a kind of grass in the world, called Zhuxian grass, this grass is extremely rare, ground into powder, burned, its taste is different, it is extremely toxic, destroys people's skills, breaks people's meridians, I don't know when, someone found that ambergris with Zhuxian grass, can cover up the meaning of Zhuxian grass, hurt people invisibly......"

"Smack"

With a crisp sound, Gu Qingci looked over, it was the little girl who broke her fingers and accidentally broke her fingers, and blood spurted out, but there was a smiling face, smiling very happily, looking at Gu Qingci, laughing non-stop.