A few days had passed since Yang Xuan accepted a disciple. All kinds of news about Yang Xuan had spread like wildfire.
In a teahouse in Yan Jing City.
"Have you heard? Master Yang has taken in a disciple, "a young man said mysteriously.
"Of course, I also heard that Master Yang's disciple is a little girl. She has been given the title of Princess Ping Yang by His Majesty. "A man next to him dressed like a scholar waved the folding fan in his hand.
"Why do you think Master Yang accepted a little girl as his disciple? Could it be that Master Yang likes little girls? I also have a daughter who is only eight or nine years old … "Someone looked envious.
"Keep dreaming." Even if you send your wife to him, Master Yang won't even look at her. "Someone scoffed.
"Do you want to die? How dare you criticize Master Yang here? I heard through the grapevine that the First Prince was killed by Master Yang? "
"Ah? Is that true? "Everyone exclaimed.
"If that's the case, we must not offend Master Yang." Someone was worried and his face turned pale.
"Tch, who do you think you are to offend a Connate Master? Master Yang's arm is thicker than your entire body. "Someone said sarcastically.
They were talking loudly, but they didn't notice that a man and a woman were sitting in a private room on the second floor. The man was wearing a white robe and looked very elegant. The woman's face was pretty and her eyes were bright.
"Master, they are talking bad about you." Xiao Die said with an angry face: "They said that your arm is as thick as a person. How can that be? Aren't they scolding people? "
Yang Xuan laughed involuntarily as he said indifferently, "The people of the marketplace are just spreading false rumors. Their mouths are on their bodies, so they can say whatever they want."
These two people were Yang Xuan and Xiao Die.
Xiao Que 'er's cultivation was on the right track. Yang Xuan was happy to have some peace and quiet. After a few days of seclusion, he took Xiao Die out to go shopping and found a random tavern. He didn't want to hear people talking about him.
Those people were still talking loudly, and many guests in the tavern were attracted by them and listened.
If they knew that the person they were talking about was also by the side, they would probably be so scared that they would wet their pants.
"But …" Little Butterfly still wanted to say something but was interrupted by Yang Xuan.
"Well, don't worry about them. Take a rest. Let's go, I'll take you to other places." Yang Xuan smiled and didn't mind.
He didn't care about other people's comments at all. The rumors of the commoners were nothing to him.
"Okay." When Little Butterfly heard that they were going to visit other places, she immediately forgot her anger and smiled happily.
She and her sister had been in the palace since they were young and had received training. They had not seen much of the world. When it came to shopping, they immediately forgot everything.
"Young Master Huang, the private rooms upstairs are already full. Do you think …"
At this moment, a voice sounded. The tone was careful and apologetic. It was the voice of the waiter.
"I'm here to drink tea. I'm giving your boss face. Call your boss over." A sharp voice sounded. It was arrogant and didn't want to talk to the waiter.
"Yes, yes, yes. Young Master Huang, please wait a moment, please wait a moment." The waiter turned around and left.
"Isn't this a private room? Go, see who's inside. Give him a few taels of silver and tell him to scram. "Young Master Huang's voice sounded like a broken gong as he looked at Yang Xuan approaching.
"Yes!" A person answered.
Soon after, the curtain of the private room Yang Xuan was sitting in was opened. A person dressed like a guard walked in. He didn't waste time and directly took out a silver ingot and threw it in front of Yang Xuan, saying: "Our Young Master wants this private room. Ten taels of silver. Take it and leave."
Yang Xuan didn't even look at the silver ingot in front of him. He only said to Little Butterfly: "Little Butterfly, let's go. I heard that there's a temple fair in the south of the city. It's very lively. Let's go take a look."
"Okay, Young Master, let's go." Little Butterfly didn't look at the silver ingot and happily said.
The two got up, threw down the money and walked out.
The guard saw that the two had an extraordinary aura and didn't dare to stop them. Although it was different from what he expected, the result was the same. He didn't say anything and slightly stepped aside to let the two pass.
After leaving the private room, they saw a young master wearing a blue robe sitting on a chair in front of them. There were three guards standing on both sides of him.
Seeing Yang Xuan and Little Butterfly come out, the young master's eyes fell on Little Butterfly's face. His eyes immediately lit up.
"Young Miss, please stop." He directly stood up and elegantly cupped his hands towards Little Butterfly: "This one is Huang Shiren. My father is the Minister of Revenue. I don't know if Young Miss can tell this one's name."
Yang Xuan inexplicably wanted to laugh. He suddenly remembered the play "White Haired Girl" from his previous life.
"Young Master …" Little Butterfly ignored Huang Shiren and looked at Yang Xuan.
Only now did Huang Shiren seem to have seen Yang Xuan, his face turning slightly cold as he said, "Take my silver and leave quickly."
Then he greeted Little Butterfly with a smile: "Young Miss, I don't know if this one can invite Young Miss for a drink?"
He had originally thought that with his family background, the two people in front of him would turn pale with fright and bow to him. However, the two of them acted as if they didn't even see him, minding their own business as they walked past him, about to head downstairs.
At this moment, he could no longer maintain his composure.
His family background was illustrious. Usually, he was the one who didn't give face to others. When he saw Yang Xuan treating him like nothing, how could he bear it?
"Stop, did I say you can go?" Huang Shiren's face was gloomy as he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
At the same time, several guards around him blocked in front of Yang Xuan and Little Butterfly.
At this time, the people on the second floor of the restaurant had already noticed this side. Seeing Huang Shiren's insufferably arrogant appearance, they all whispered.
"Isn't this the young master of the Minister of Revenue? It's over, it's over. That young man provoked him, it's over. "
"Isn't that so, the young master of the Minister of Revenue is so easy to provoke. This is bad."
While the crowd was abuzz with discussion, Yang Xuan's face remained indifferent.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Huang Shiren: "There is a saying, disaster comes from the mouth. I don't think your parents taught you that."
Huang Shiren was stunned. He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, as if he had heard the world's biggest joke.
He laughed and faced Yang Xuan, saying disdainfully: "Boy, are you joking with me? Disaster comes from the mouth? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. Who do you think you are? "
The few guards also laughed heartily. When the guard who had come out from the private room heard this, he shook his head and laughed. He had originally thought that Yang Xuan had an extraordinary aura, and did not want to cause any trouble. Now that he had seen him, it turned out that he was a fool.
Everyone in the restaurant also looked at Yang Xuan like they were looking at a fool.
"Is this young man scared out of his wits? Who does he think he is? "Someone shook his head as if he was watching a joke.
"Originally it was just an apology, but now it's blown out of proportion. Do you think Young Master Huang will let him go?" Someone was worried for Yang Xuan.
"Isn't that so? If it were up to me, this young man's end will be very miserable." Someone gloated.
For a time, everyone was talking about Yang Xuan, breaking out in cold sweat.
Huang Shiren stopped laughing, his face became ferocious and murderous: "Boy, your parents probably didn't tell you, disaster comes from the mouth."
Among the people present, only Xiao Die knew that Yang Xuan wasn't joking. She was soft-hearted, so she whispered to Huang Shiren: "Young Master Huang, my Young Master is not joking with you. You should leave quickly, otherwise you'll really get into big trouble."
Yang Xuan turned his head to look at Xiao Die with a smile that wasn't a smile.
Xiao Die stuck out her tongue and shrank back, not daring to speak again.
"What? You want me to leave, otherwise I'll get into big trouble? "Huang Shiren couldn't believe his ears.
I must have misheard. How could there be such a ridiculous thing in this world? He shook his head and laughed, doubting his ears.
Huang Shiren's guards were already pressing forward, their expressions ferocious, wanting to take down Yang Xuan.
They were used to following Huang Shiren and bullying others. They had always been the ones bullying others, when had they ever suffered such humiliation?
"Boy, kneel down." Several guards pressed forward, and one of them, a fierce-looking guard, laughed sinisterly as he sent a kick towards Yang Xuan's leg, wanting to knock him down in one move.
Some people had already turned around, unable to bear to watch.
Huang Shiren's eyes flashed with excitement. He loved to see tough bones begging for mercy in front of him.
"Bang!" A loud sound rang out, followed by a loud scream.
Hiss!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, dumbfounded.
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