Chapter 179 [How high is Mr. Fang]
"Mr. Fang changed into new clothes?" While sitting at the table drinking tea in the inn, Yu Qingling smiled when she saw Fang Chang walk in.
Girls are always a little more sensitive in some aspects.
She is still wearing a fiery red dress, as refined as usual, and the slender weapon is placed on the table at hand, ready to be reached at any time.
The conditions in the city are much better than those in Luyedian. Even if it’s just an ordinary inn, the teapots and cups are all made of fine porcelain, with simple depictions of mountains and rivers, and the tea inside will not be too rough.
There are also a few small plates on the table, which contain some common local snacks for tea.
"There happened to be a tailor shop in the city. The clothes I had worn for some years were already worn out, so I found a similar size for replacement." Fang Chang replied with a smile.
Although there is a descaling technique, it can only be used to clean up dirt, and clothes will still be worn out after wearing them for a long time.
The previous set of white clothes has been worn for many years. Although it has become tougher because of being close to me as a cultivator and soaked in spiritual energy, some places have still become thin and fragile, close to damage.
Here is the city of Xiangyu Prefecture, with a large population and quite prosperous.
After the convoy of prison cars came here, they were going to rest up for a day before leaving. After all, they had been on the road non-stop before leaving Beijing, and both people and animals pulling carts were already a little tired.
Even some prison cars can no longer withstand the bumpy road, so they need to find a car dealer, replace the wheels and axles, and overhaul them.
Fang Chang walked around the Taro City a few times, observed the local scenery, and added some sorghum wine to the gourd on his waist.
Everywhere he went, he had to replenish some, and now there were at least two tanks of wine in his wine gourd.
It’s just that there are many sources of liquor in it, and they are mixed together from restaurants from all over the world. Fortunately, he only chooses sorghum liquor, which has almost no odor.
I also saw a garment store on the road. This is a prefectural city with enough population, and the city is crowded, there is no place to plant mulberry, and there are relatively few small-scale farmers with men farming and women weaving. The pace of life is fast, so there is naturally a way for garment stores to survive.
He still chose a white suit. After a few descalings, he didn't need to wash it.
"Where is Yuan De?"
Fang Chang walked to the table, opened the stool, sat down gracefully and asked.
Yu Qingling took another cup from the side tray, poured it out for Fang Chang and put it in front of him, then stretched out her hand to let him take some refreshments:
"Brother Liu is preparing for the departure. As the leader, he is a bit like a master. Because everything is organized, he is responsible for coordinating all kinds of trivial matters, and he is very tired."
"Unlike me, I have brute force, but if I were to deal with this kind of thing, I would not use any martial arts, and would only be as big as a head. So I really admire a scholar like Brother Liu."
During the conversation, a Jianghu man walked over quickly holding a scabbard, and strode towards the threshold of the inn.
After seeing Yu Qingling, he clasped his fists and saluted, and said, "Boss Yu, the head leader Liu in the convoy behind has an invitation, and he is too busy to leave people, so he asked me to come over and let you know."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Yu Qingling grabbed the ice blade and got up while talking, the other party said: "Sir, brother Liu has something to do, I'm sorry."
Then the woman in red used her lightness skills and went out quickly.
Fang Chang looked at it, and greeted this Jianghu man: "Qingling left a pot of good tea and a lot of snacks, why not use some together."
"Thank you."
The Jianghu people were not polite, they also clasped their fists to salute, thanked each other with a loud voice, and sat across from each other to drink tea together.
Just like everyone else, he couldn't figure out the way of this Mr. Fang, so this rough man chose not to talk much, just eating and drinking in silence.
More people noticed the difference in temperament, but the fellow travelers who had never made a move also noticed the closeness of the two leaders to him, but few people came up to talk to him, and they had never seen Fang Chang's martial arts, so they didn't know what kind of way he was .
Based on his appearance, some people speculated that this is the master of hiding, guessing that he killed the rat demon that day.
But more people disagree. Their theory is that since they are masters of concealed protection, they will not join in the middle of the process, let alone be so conspicuous: handsome and clean, dressed in white, and with a long sword slung across their backs.
As we all know, very few people in the Jianghu use the method of slanting the long sword, because it is not suitable for taking it out quickly in case of distress, and it is likely to die.
Therefore, they speculated that Fang Chang should be a rich man, or the kind with strict family education and full of poetry, otherwise he would not have such a dusty temperament.
But this person should not know martial arts, so it can explain why he didn't join the battle group.
The two sides insisted on their own opinions, and they were arguing all the way in the team, which was very lively, but they couldn't argue for a reason.
Fang Chang has an extraordinary ear, and he has heard all these arguments without saying a word along the way. He didn't point it out, he just thought it was interesting, and it was right to be a pastime.
Because of his good hearing, even if he is sitting here drinking tea, he can hear the movement of half the city and fill his ears. Fortunately, since he has already practiced well, he will not be driven crazy by these voices, but he just feels that the city is very lively.
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Actually, Yu Qingling and Liu Yuande were also very curious about the level of this "Mr. Fang".
Although they are embarrassed to ask in person, they will discuss in private.
The two of them were at the side of the convoy, and after arranging the last and most important thing, that is, the defense work for tomorrow's departure, they went back to the inn together.
Although the city is prosperous, the sudden influx of so many people in need of accommodation has put a lot of pressure on the related industries in the city.
The entire team is still staying in a scattered manner. According to similar standards, they will find a suitable place in the city to rest for a night, and the food and food will be distributed to each other.
Liu Yuande, Yu Qingling and Fang Chang lived in the same inn again. It was a medium-grade hotel, not the best in the team, but it was neat and bright, with clean tables and chairs.
Fang Chang sat at the table drinking tea quietly, listening to the conversation between Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling a street away.
"Brother Liu, how high do you think Mr. Fang is?"
"Well, this is difficult to judge, but no matter what you think, one person like Mr. Fang can beat a thousand people like me."
"Haha, Brother Liu was joking. Of course, it must be those of us from the Jianghu who will never be able to reach the height of our lives. Mr. Fang is indeed unfathomable, but I don't know if he is a true fairy in the legend."
"Miss Yu, don't be confused, sir, he must be a real fairy."
"Why?"
"During this trip, have you ever seen him go to the toilet? As we all know, immortals don't need to relieve themselves. And from the time we met at Sanchakou until we entered the city, we didn't take a shower. We were all dirty and dusty, but you Look at Mr. Fang, his body and face have never been stained with dust, and his clothes are also as white as new, not attracting dust."
"Well, Brother Liu, you are right. I also noticed Mr. Fang's clothes before, but I just sighed and envied, and didn't think deeply about it..."
Footsteps approaching.
Sitting at the table, Chang Fang smiled and shook his head after listening to the conversation between the two.
He continued to pour the teapot, filling his cup with tea.
I kindly recommend a book "I Became a Monster in Tokyo".
Thank you Jianheng Yanzhu and Alloy Niuniu for your rewards.
(end of this chapter)