Just a joke.
After taking a sip of tea, Cao Jia'an began to tell a story.
Zhao Wuliu and Ma Xiaohe were listening on the side. Ma Xiaohe's face looked unhappy. He was teased by Cao Jia'an before, and he still felt uncomfortable. But Cao Jia'an was his senior, so he could only keep his discomfort in his heart.
The sun was setting outside, and the sunset in the west dyed the whole area red.
The scenery of Feitu City is the most pleasant. Compared with Wild Boar City, Feitu City is a place with excellent scenery. Looking into the distance from Feitu City, there are several famous mountains. The most important thing is that there are no sects on those mountains.
Nowadays, wherever there is a mountain, there will be sects of all sizes entrenched on it. Where there are sects, there are cultivators, and there are good and bad cultivators.
If an ordinary mortal meets a good monk, he may be able to establish a good relationship with him if he is lucky, but if he meets a bad monk, his life will be in danger.
So the people of Feitu City all say that the best scenery in Feitu City is the mountains, and the mountains in Feitu City are clean.
Ping'an Teahouse was also bustling with people mostly sitting in groups of three or four chatting.
Cao Jia'an took a sip of tea and began to tell the story of that day.
"Don't interrupt me when I'm telling a story. This is for you, Ma Xiaohe." Cao Jia'an glanced at Ma Xiaohe. "Your master and I are familiar with each other. He knows my habits, but you don't. So you have to pay attention. When you listen to a story, you have to listen carefully."
"I understand." Ma Xiaohe nodded in response.
Cao Jia'an also nodded and spoke calmly about what happened that day -
That day, Liu Laowu, Zhao Dayu and I invited us to have dinner at the Fuqi Inn, because a few days before that, we had made a big deal and had some money in our pockets.
In Wild Boar City, the best inn is the Fortune Inn. We go there often as long as we have money, and we are familiar with the guys there.
People like Huang Datian and Zhao Jiujin are all our acquaintances.
Fuqi Inn does not allow outside alcohol and drinks. When we go to Fuqi Inn, we always bring our own, and the waiters give us face and never say a word.
The story I want to tell today starts with Zhao Jiujin.
You know Zhao Jiujin, right? Cao Jia'an suddenly looked at Zhao Wuliu.
"I know." Zhao Wuliu said, "I talked to him when I went to the Fortune Inn with you before. Later, we calculated our family ties. It seems that we were relatives hundreds of years ago. I am his grandfather's generation."
"He reached the ninth level of Qi training in the past two months," said Cao Jia'an.
"Gee, with his bones, can he really cultivate Qi to the ninth level?" Zhao Wuliu laughed. "Even if I give him half a Qi training manual, I don't believe he can cultivate Qi to the ninth level with that half a Qi training manual."
"You must think I taught him, but I didn't," said Cao Jia'an.
"If you hadn't taught him, would he have really reached the ninth level of Qi training on his own?" Zhao Wuliu raised his eyebrows.
"It's more real than the real thing," Cao Jia'an said. "That kid has a lot of tenacity. You see, his bones aren't good, and I think his bones are even worse. But he just kept practicing and managed to reach the ninth level of Qi training. To be honest, I still admire him."
"If he hadn't died, maybe I would have given him some advice," said Cao Jia'an.
"Is he dead?" Zhao Wuliu said.
"He's probably dead. I'll tell you the details later." Cao Jia'an sighed and said slowly, "That day, Lao Wu, Da Yu, and I were having dinner at the Fuqi Inn."
Halfway through the meal, the two of them entered the Fuqi Inn.
Those two people are the protagonists we will talk about today.
Cao Jia'an took another sip of tea and said calmly, "Of those two people, one is a woman who looks to be about eighteen or nineteen years old. She has silver hair and what appear to be red eyes. She's wearing a bright red dress. She looks pretty, but she's not my type."
The other one is a young man who looks to be in his early twenties. Judging from his realm, he is at the second level of Qi training. But of course he is not at the second level of Qi training. Even if I don’t say it, you can definitely guess it.
At first, when the two men entered the inn, Zhao Jiujin went to greet them. Zhao Jiujin was the hardest-working person, and when guests came in, he was usually the first to rush in.
Look at Huang Datian again. He gets paid the same as him, but Huang Datian never rushes to greet guests, so Huang Datian had nothing to do that day.
Cao Jia'an put down his teacup, sighed softly, and slowly said, "That day, Zhao Jiujin went to greet the two guests. He asked them, 'Are you staying in the hotel or eating?' You all know the rules of the Ping'an Inn. The Ping'an Inn has always been about eating and staying in the hotel. The two cannot be mixed."
"Zhao Jiujin asked that question according to the inn's rules, and then the silver-haired girl said she wanted both a room and a meal, and her tone was very arrogant. To be honest, I'm quite famous in Wild Boar City, but I'm not as arrogant as her." Cao Jia'an couldn't help but shake his head and said, "But this also shows that she does have the ability. At that time, many people in the inn thought that the girl was just an ignorant youngster, at best a genius from a minor sect."
The term "prodigy" never refers to just one person. There are prodigies in every sect, and there are more than one. Especially in the big sects, there are even more prodigies.
Generally speaking, disciples who are regarded as geniuses have a very high status in the sect, and the sect will also cultivate them vigorously.
When Zhao Wuliu was young, he almost became a genius. A second-rate sect found him and asked him to join the sect, saying that he would be a genius and would have a great chance of becoming the sect leader in the future.
However, Zhao Wuliu did not agree.
Later, that second-rate sect took off. In just less than ten years, it went from being a second-rate sect to being a first-rate sect, but that had nothing to do with Zhao Wuliu.
Because of this incident, Zhao Wuliu felt uncomfortable every time he heard the word "Tianjiao".
Cao Jia'an also noticed that Zhao Wuliu's face was a little gloomy, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Is it reminiscing about that time when you almost became a genius?"
"That's right." Zhao Wuliu sighed, "I can't think about it. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. Keep talking about the Fortune Inn and don't mention Tianjiao."
"Okay, let's not talk about Tianjiao." Cao Jia'an continued with a smile, "Anyway, no one really took that little girl seriously that day. As for the man next to her, no one took him seriously either. Zhao Jiujin probably didn't take those two seriously either, so Zhao Jiujin started to be stubborn."
Zhao Jiujin told the little girl that the rule of Fuqi Inn is that you either stay in the hotel or eat in.
Then the little girl slapped Zhao Jiujin away on the spot and said confidently that her words were the rules and she wanted to stay in the hotel and eat.
After saying that, the girl found a table and sat down with the man next to her.
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