Liu Liang narrowed her eyes slightly. Who is this person? How could he be so uncultured? Even if he was knocking on the door, could he not have acted like he was knocking? He just banged on the door like this.
Is that reasonable?
"I'll go out and take a look."
Zeng Xubai stood up and was about to leave when Liu Liang held him back.
"I'll be back in a minute."
Zeng Xubai stuffed her hand back into the quilt and said, "Don't come out. It's cold outside."
"I know, I won't go out."
Liu Liang really didn't want to leave the lovely and warm quilt. It was like the difference between spring and winter. The mountain was nice, challenging, and there was a sense of accomplishment, but the weather changes were really unbearable.
"Wait a minute."
Liu Liang took out a scarf and began to wrap Zeng Xubai around it, wrapping him up quite tightly, leaving only his eyes exposed. But it still felt not enough, so she took out a hat and put it on his head.
Well, that’s it, airtight. Finally, put on a thick coat, and you won’t feel cold even if there is a heavy snowstorm outside.
They were well prepared and could have been used to climb Mount Everest, not to mention it was just such a short hill.
Zeng Xubai was simply at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
I thought to myself, I just went out to open a door, maybe someone knocked on the wrong door and would be back soon, so it shouldn't be so embarrassing, right?
But in the end he still opened the door in this manner.
The moment the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew straight in his face. Although Zeng Xubai's face was covered with a thick scarf, he still felt the cold wind, like a knife, cutting his skin bit by bit. At this time, it must be said that Liu Jing was really foresighted, although this dress was a bit weird.
He opened his eyes which were almost blinded by the wind, and when he saw the two people standing at the door, his face couldn't help but frown. The wind was too strong, the weather was not very good, and he was wrapped up too tightly, so no one could see the change in his expression.
At this moment, there were two people in front of him, one old and one young, one year old and one girl.
One was skinny, and the other wrapped herself tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. However, it was known that she was a woman, and not very old.
He actually knew them all, which made him very disgusted.
Unconsciously, his face darkened a little, and when he thought of his current attire, his voice became slightly deeper, and the occasional wind also changed it a little.
"What's wrong with you?"
The sound of the wind and his voice were equally cold and deserted.
The skinny old man looked at Zeng Xubai for a long time, but no one knew what he was looking at.
"My granddaughter and I just arrived here. After a while, he said, 'I want to ask if you can give up this cabin and we will pay double the price.'"
"Sorry, I can't."
Zeng Xubai stretched out his hand and half-closed the door to prevent the cold wind from outside from blowing in. Liu Jing was actually very afraid of the cold. He was afraid that she would be frozen just by the temperature inside, not to mention giving up the cabin. If they did, where would they live?
He is not so generous as to exchange his life for someone else's.
He is not stupid, and certainly not great.
Besides, when has he ever been short of money?
"Grandpa, why are you talking nonsense to him?"
The woman was probably getting a little impatient waiting, so she interrupted rudely and said, "I just want more money, tell me." She acted like she was giving alms.
"How much do you want to give us the cabin?"
"You can go find another place."
Zeng Xubai didn't want to have any interaction with these two people and just wanted to get rid of them quickly. He slammed the door shut, blocking the two people outside the door, just hoping that these two people would not disturb them again.
The door was closed for a long time, but he was still standing at the door, as if waiting and thinking.
Outside, a woman in thick clothes couldn't help but complain, "Grandpa, why are you so polite to him? Just give him the money and throw him out. It's so cold today, I'm almost freezing to death."
She just liked this little wooden house. The others were all crowded, dirty and smelly, but this one had curtains hanging on it, and it smelled of fresh fabric. It was also very clean inside, so she wanted this one instead of another.
"Grandpa, what are you waiting for? Throw it out."
The woman stomped her feet hard, and seeing that the old man didn't move, she was about to go in.
"Don't move!"
The old man's sudden loud shout frightened the woman so much that she froze in place.
"grandfather……"
The women's voices became shrill.
"Walk!"
After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and left, ignoring the woman. The woman ran forward angrily and kicked the cabin twice, then she caught up with the old man, but she was still complaining unhappily while following him.
"Grandpa, why should we leave? We are cultivators, so why should we be afraid of ordinary people?"
In her mind, people who practice cultivation are the best of all people. No matter who ordinary people are, in the eyes of these practitioners, they are all ants and trash.
Do they need to be afraid of those trash?
"What do you know?"
The old man in front stopped immediately, then turned around and warned this disrespectful and tactless granddaughter in a gloomy tone. Why did he feel that she was talented before? Yes, she was talented, but her brains were not much better than her father's, and she didn't even have the slightest bit of tact.
"grandfather……"
The woman's lips were trembling, not sure if it was because of the cold or the sudden fright.
"That man has air in his body!" The old man's voice was gloomy, just like the dark sky at this moment.
When the woman heard the word "angry", she trembled even more violently, and even her face, which was originally blue, turned pale.
The guy just now actually cultivated Qi?
Qi can only be cultivated by those who practice cultivation. Grandpa cultivated Qi when he was in his fifties, and she hasn't felt the Qi yet. But how old was the man just now, twenty or thirty? How could he cultivate Qi?
"Next time you cause trouble, be careful with your eyes and don't just cause trouble. With your limited skills, you can't even touch the corner of someone's clothes."
The old man's tone wasn't particularly good, perhaps because he'd just met someone similar to him. And that person was younger than him, and he didn't know what level of cultivation he'd reached. Was he deeper or shallower than him? Even if he was shallower, he might still surpass him in a few years.
He was still so young and had such talent, and no one knew which big family he was from. That was why he chose to leave instead of confronting the other party head-on, and he was even more afraid of the other party's identity.
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