It was quite a big deal.
It was quite a big fuss.
The situation that day was a bit complicated and I can't explain it in a short time. If you want to listen, I can tell you about it. I won't pay for the tea.
Feitu City, Ping'an Teahouse.
Cao Jia'an sat at a square table in the southeast corner of the teahouse, holding a cup of steaming scented tea in his hand. He supported the bottom of the cup with his right hand, pinched the tea lid with his left hand, and gently scraped the rim of the cup.
There were two other people at the table.
These two others are not the reckless thief Liu Laowu, nor are they the knife-wielding thief Zhao Dayu. These two others are thieves who have been entrenched in Feitu City for many years. They are also cultivators, and their realms are not low. Like Cao Jia'an and others, these two cultivators are also freedom-loving cultivators and do not like to join a sect and be bound.
Being a thief is good.
Five days have passed since the big event at Fuqi Inn.
Within five days, the news of what happened at the Fortune Inn in Wild Boar City had spread, and many of the surrounding towns had heard about it.
As a witness that day, Cao Jia'an naturally had a lot to say.
At the moment, Cao Jia'an was talking about what happened that day with his colleagues in Feitu City.
Telling stories cannot be in vain.
Cao Jia'an will tell you a story today. It doesn't cost much, just the price of a cup of tea.
The tea is a medium-quality scented tea, brewed from a mixture of chrysanthemum, cyperus, and honeysuckle. It is not very particular and many people like to drink it for its health benefits.
Cao Jia'an usually drinks tea more than wine. He drinks wine when he is happy with his brothers, and drinks tea when he tells stories with acquaintances.
When the other two people at the same table heard Cao Jia'an start talking, they also wanted to hear what happened in the Fuqi Inn in Wild Boar City that day.
"Lao Cao, tell us what happened that day. You don't have to pay for the tea." Among the two others, the one with a kind face, a little fat, and about 30 or 40 years old said.
This person is also famous in Feitu City. Just like Cao Jia'an in Yezhu City, they are both well-known thieves in the local area.
Ordinary thieves are not worthy of being treated decently.
The thief who practices Taoism is not ordinary.
People are not afraid of ordinary thieves. At most, they are wary of them, not really afraid of them. People are afraid of thieves who practice Taoism, because thieves who practice Taoism are not something that ordinary people can afford to mess with.
If you are robbed by a cultivator, you cannot mention it to his face. Even if you find out that you are being robbed, you cannot mention it. If you mention it, he will kill you. He will be fine, but you will have lost your life in vain.
This person is such a thief, his name is Zhao Wuliu.
To be more precise, Zhao Wuliu is more famous in Feitu City than Cao Jia'an is in Yezhu City. Although Cao Jia'an's cultivation is higher than Zhao Wuliu, fame is not something that can be increased just by having a slightly higher realm.
If you want to be famous, you still have to do something concrete. If you can do something earth-shattering, then your fame will suddenly be higher than those of the sect leaders and deputy sect leaders in the surrounding mainstream sects.
For example, the big incident that happened at the Fuqi Inn in Wild Boar City five days ago. The silver-haired girl there became famous overnight.
Nowadays, many things that ordinary people don’t know about spread very quickly in the circle of immortal cultivators. Sometimes, an event that happens 800 miles away may be heard by all the cultivators within a radius of 800 miles in half a day.
Strictly speaking, it refers to all monks who are relatively free.
Just like Zhao Wuliu and Cao Jia'an, they have nothing to do when they have money, and find something to do when they have no money. They live one day at a time. They usually like to spread rumors about big and small things, and people like to listen to them.
Cao Jia'an met with Zhao Wuliu today to discuss the incident at the Fuqi Inn. There were several reasons for this, but Cao Jia'an only mentioned two.
First, he wants revenge.
Second, Liangzhou might be in turmoil.
Cao Jia'an had already told Zhao Wuliu these two reasons earlier. The other person was brought by Zhao Wuliu. Cao Jia'an thought he looked familiar, but he didn't recognize him. He might have seen him before, but who would remember the name of someone they had only met once for no reason?
Before telling the story, Cao Jia'an still wanted to know who the audience was.
"Who is this brother?" Cao Jia'an glanced at the tall and thin man next to Zhao Wuliu. The tall and thin man looked to be in his twenties, with shifty eyes, and did not look like a good person.
Such people generally cannot become immortals.
Although many storytelling stories often describe some demons as having shifty eyes or evil brows, in fact, many demons with high realms and superb strength look very harmless. If he doesn't say that he is a bad guy, you won't know he is a bad guy just by looking at his aura and appearance.
People who practice Taoism, whether they are good or bad, actually have a kind of character.
That kind of character is hard to describe. Cao Jia'an knows it, but he can't put it into words. He just sees that this shifty-looking little brother brought by Zhao Wuliu doesn't look like a cultivator.
Although this shifty-eyed little brother's realm is not low, with the eighth level of fusion, if he were placed in some second-rate sects, he would definitely have no problem becoming an elder.
After hearing what Cao Jia'an said, Zhao Wuliu quickly said with a smile: "Excuse me, Old Cao. It's me, Old Zhao, who is being rude today. I even forgot to introduce you."
"This is my new apprentice, Ma Xiaohe." Zhao Wuliu said, glancing at Ma Xiaohe. "Xiaohe, call me Uncle Cao. Your Uncle Cao was a good brother of Master when we first became disciples."
"Hello, Uncle Cao." Ma Xiaohe said.
"No need to call me uncle, let's talk about our own things." Cao Jia'an smiled and said, "I'm only thirty-seven today, and you look like you're in your twenties. If you really call me uncle, you'll be calling me old."
It's all just polite talk.
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