"May I know your name, brother?"

He is quite an interesting person. Seeing that Zhang San was still calm and composed while picking up the chicken after seeing his sword, the masked swordsman with his back to the crowd couldn't help but ask this question.

Talking to someone with your back turned is a very impolite thing to do. However, for a Taoist monk of Zhang San's level, compared with worldly etiquette, when making friends, they actually pay more attention to the other person's Taoist heart.

You know, people can lie, but swords can't!

Unruly? Disrespectful of etiquette? …

None of these! After seeing the opponent's sword, Zhang San knew that no matter what the opponent's external appearance was, it could not cover up the purity of her heart.

If one is not sincere to the sword, he will not be able to perform the previous sword strike. Even if one is at a higher level and can imitate the aura, he will not be able to touch the opponent's sword heart! "My name is Zhang San, my courtesy name is Si Rui, and I am from Zhenjiang Prefecture. If you can't pronounce my name, you can just call me by my courtesy name."

After getting to know Yuan Ergou, Zhang San was able to sympathize with other people's sufferings. In order to facilitate the aesthetic sense of others, Zhang San would often mention his courtesy name first when introducing himself.

This should have been a happy occasion, but it was a pity that he met her this time! "Brother Zhang San? I didn't expect that although your appearance is ordinary, your name is extraordinary."

"The Tao gave birth to One... Three gave birth to all things. It is simple yet interesting. Compared to your name, my name is a little hard to pronounce."

"My name is Xie Lingyun. I am honored to meet you. Of course, if you find this name difficult to pronounce, you can also call me Xie Laoliu. I personally prefer this name!"

There was no time to listen to Xie Lingyun's other words. When he heard the other party say that he looked "ordinary", Zhang San was stunned for a moment. Then he didn't care about eating chicken anymore and quickly found a basin of water to look over.

Are you kidding? Expecting to cultivate with the salary from Jingyesi, isn't that just wishful thinking? No matter how high the salary of Dajin is, it can't afford hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

When Zhang San embarked on the path of cultivation, he never forgot his true profession from beginning to end. He was the son-in-law of the Gu family and the person favored by the rich woman. The Jingye Division's enthronement of extraordinary people was just a part-time job for him to practice his true heart.

In this case, if you say that he looks ordinary, are you questioning his professionalism?

Well, although he was a little out of energy last night, but putting that aside, his face, the face of a Yanzu, a scumbag, can't be said to be ordinary, no matter how you look at it! Unless...

I don’t know what he thought of, but after confirming the appearance, Zhang San suddenly stared at Xie Lingyun and said.

"Old..., ahem, Miss Xie, it's windy up there, I might catch a cold. I've already bought the chicken, do you want to come down and have some hot pot?"

(Note: Hotpot existed during the Warring States Period and spread all over the world during the Ming and Qing Dynasties)

"Third brother, your kindness is hard to refuse, so I, the sixth brother, will not refuse it!"

The heroism in the martial arts world is so hard to describe. Once everyone knows each other's names, they become acquaintances; and if they have similar personalities, then they are hard to find close friends.

After a brief conversation, Xie Lingyun was also willing to make friends with Zhang San, so she no longer maintained her previous cold image. However, when her mask was revealed, even though Zhang San had prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

After the air at the scene, including the Huang family's grandfather and grandson, froze for several breaths, Zhang San finally couldn't help but speak.

"Well, Miss Xie, why don't you turn your face away? I think your previous cold and aloof image suits you very well!"

My goodness, Xie Lingyun is not blind at all, she is simply a patient with advanced aesthetic cancer. Fortunately, she had belittled Zhang San's appearance before. If she had praised him, Zhang San would have forgotten about living off Gu Xuanyan.

"Brother, you are joking. I know that this mask is too exquisite and it must make you jealous, but I am a girl after all. It's okay if my appearance is ordinary. But when I travel around the world, I have to leave a good impression on others, right?"

"My mother said that there are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women. She wanted to teach me how to put on makeup, but think about it, wouldn't it be faster to wear a mask?"

When Zhang San heard Xie Lingyun's previous words, he wanted to refute it, but soon his attention was focused on another place.

"Miss Xie, may I ask who gave you this name? Do you have any older sisters who are still unmarried?"

As if recalling some bad memories, Xie Lingyun suddenly felt resentful when he heard Zhang San's question.

"It's all my mother's fault. Dad was originally going to name me Lao Liu, but she threatened to die and insisted on giving me the extremely ugly name Ling Yun."

"Third brother, it's fine if you say this brother, but it's a pity that my two sisters are suffering. One is called Mengqi and the other is called Zhihan."

"It's okay that she looks ordinary, after all, it's her parents who gave her the appearance, so I can't blame her too much. But now she doesn't even have a nice nickname. As her elder sister, I'm really worried. Do you think they won't be able to get married in the future because of an ugly name?"

Looking at Xie Lingyun's tearful eyes under the mask, Zhang San wanted to say, "Don't worry, I'll cover for them", but after thinking of the rich woman at home, he gave up this unrealistic idea.

Zhang San has never been a very loyal man, which can be seen from his love history. However, out of respect for women, Zhang San will also keep in mind the bottom line of "marrying one person in a lifetime, keeping a promise and keeping your beauty".

Given Xie Lingyun's aesthetic taste, one can imagine how beautiful her two sisters were. It's a pity that you were born before I was born, and I was born when you were already old.

After secretly sighing with regret, Zhang San gathered his thoughts again and paid more attention to Xie Lingyun.

In order to facilitate fighting, women naturally have to dress up as men when traveling in the martial arts world.

Dressed in a Haoyue suit, he exudes the heroic spirit of a martial arts master. Fortunately, the aesthetic taste of people who run a cloth shop is universal. If Xie Lingyun was really allowed to express himself, it would probably ruin Zhang San's dream of becoming a swordsman.

The material of the clothes is the very common silk texture, which is quite standard and can be afforded by anyone with a little wealth. Not much information can be analyzed from it.

At the same time, because of the obstruction of the mask, Zhang San cannot read too much information from the micro-expressions. If he only relies on eye observation, there will inevitably be too many errors, which is not advisable unless necessary.

However, the other party's funny face mask made Zhang San's eyes light up.

Of course, he was not surprised by the emoticons in the weird world. What was more important was the material of the mask.

With the help of the Divine Machine, if Zhang San was not mistaken, it should be a magical weapon for isolation and detection.

Judging from the grade, it is indeed not comparable to Dou Su's mask, but in this world, anyone who has a magic weapon is either rich or noble.

A breeze passed by, easing the atmosphere and causing Xie Lingyun to turn around to avoid the wind. When she showed the enthronement token in her arms, Zhang San was left with no choice but to use his brain cells.