The feathers of the brown-tailed pheasant are gorgeous and look like a rainbow when reflected in the sunlight.

Especially the little guy in Zhang Bei's arms lives close to the snow and doesn't have that much dust on his body.

Looks more beautiful.

Zhang Bei glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room and continued to popularize science.

"Forget those who say the meat is delicious. This little thing is indeed not big, but it is a first-class protected animal in our country."

"The beast that sits in prison is as famous as the green peacock."

"Actually, in nature, there is a very easy way to identify them. The weirder and better-looking the little guy is, the heavier the judgment will be."

Of course, most people in Zhang Bei's live broadcast room will not use this theory.

Since Zhang Bei's live broadcast, most of the common and uncommon animals that they can encounter have been seen.

Even if you encounter something strange in the wild, you will probably contact the rescue center as soon as possible.

For most people in the live broadcast room, they just want to get close to these cute little guys.

Not to mention harming their lives.

While teasing the little guy in his arms, Zhang Bei's anger that had just been provoked by the ecological park subsided a lot.

While enjoying the soft feathers of the brown-tailed pheasant, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

A man was leading an extremely beautiful girl towards Zhang Bei.

Zhang Bei was stunned for a moment, then his eyes fell on the man's left hand.

No pinky!

It is obvious that the fracture was cut artificially.

Especially the special sutures made Zhang Bei think of a ninth-rate profession in his mind.

"Ancestor Bodhidharma is mighty, brother, please give me a reward?"

Before Zhang Bei could say anything, the man directly handed over his hand and started speaking a set of Jianghu language.

Hearing the familiar words, Zhang Bei also became more solemn.

After returning the gift, he also followed the man's words.

"Somersault Wan, the master of digging Han pots."

After hearing Zhang Bei's words, the man's expression instantly became respectful.

"Landao's abandoned disciple, I've seen Zhang Bituou at the door!"

The woman next to her, like the audience in the live broadcast room, all looked confused.

In fact, this thing is not too complicated. At the very beginning, the man asked Zhang Bei to tell him which path he was in.

"Heartou Wan" refers to the surname Zhang, digging the Han pot means digging for medicine, and "Zong Laobangzi" refers to the leader.

Combined with each other, a man can easily guess that Zhang Bei is the current leader of the Mountain Runners.

And what the man said was referring to the surname Li.

However, Zhang Bei did not explain, but looked at the man in front of him with some curiosity.

"The one who was driven back by Landao five years ago?"

Hearing that Zhang Bei stopped speaking slang, the man also chose language that normal people can understand.

"Yes, that abandoned disciple is me."

"Why are you here?"

"I just opened a Yalin kiln here and made a living."

Men may have been using slang for a long time, and they basically bring these things with them when they speak.

But fortunately, Zhang Bei is also a Jianghu person, so he can naturally understand it.

"What you did back then caused quite a stir within Jiuliu."

The man smiled bitterly: "If you are not good at academics, you deserve what you deserve."

Zhang Bei put the little guy in his arms aside and turned to chat with the man.

This matter involves Lan Dao, the ninth sect among the Nine Sects.

The Qianmen that Colin met before could actually be counted as part of Landao, but he was kicked out for not following the rules.

This man is considered a pure Lan Dao person. According to the rules, Lan Dao people who are not skilled in craftsmanship are not allowed to come out to sit in the game.

But human greed cannot be locked down by just a few rules.

There was no problem in playing the game several times, which made the man more and more courageous.

As a result, five years ago, someone discovered the trick during a game.

The person opposite is also a charlatan, and everything is done according to the rules.

I lost money, chopped off one of my fingers, and was not allowed to step into the casino from now on.

Landao had lost such a big person, so naturally he couldn't let him stay inside the door any longer.

But after all, it is not easy for the current Jiuliu, and they did not kill him. They left him a sum of money and let him go back to the mainland.

The matter is not complicated, and Zhang Bei has some understanding of it.

There are many doubts about this matter, but Zhang Bei doesn't have the intention to investigate it in detail.

Landao no longer develops inland. Apart from annual conferences within the Nine Streams, it is basically rooted abroad.

If there is less communication, the reputation will naturally fade.

If it weren't for the inheritance, someone would have eliminated them from the Nine Streams long ago.

But from today's man's ability to tell at a glance that he is a gangster, I am afraid that Landao's inheritance is now more complete than he imagined.

Even some things that cannot be found in Jiuliu now can probably be found in Landao.

The man chatted with Zhang Bei for more than half an hour, then turned around and left a business card.

"I'll go there and sit there when Zhang Baotou comes down the mountain. It just so happened that a batch of good tea came recently!"

"Okay, I must go!"

Zhang Bei nodded and watched the man drag his girlfriend down the mountain.

Then I briefly explained it to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"What we just said is slang, a slang used by people in the quack."

"You don't need to know too much about this thing, and you won't use it at all."

Zhang Bei simply explained what he just said, and then continued to popularize science.

"Yaling Kiln is actually a teahouse. If you want to know more, you can ask the storyteller."

"That's class leader Deyun. His master is from two generations of the school of storytelling, so he should know a lot about it."

"Ask more questions when you go to listen to cross talk. The thing itself is not complicated."

After a brief explanation, Zhang Bei ignored the commotion in the live broadcast room and continued to move forward.

For most people, this kind of slang is just a new thing, and not many people have the patience to learn this stuff that is completely useless.

Beiming Youhai: [As for the clouds in the northwest Xuantian, who is the group and who is the minister is such a slang, right? 】

The alligator gets beaten every day: [Tsk, you can use this thing once you learn to fool people, right?]

May you and the flowers last forever: [Chinese culture is so vast and profound!]

While walking and chatting along the way, Zhang Bei also gave the audience in the live broadcast room a lot of slang.

Most of them are surnames, tell them how to introduce their surnames in slang.

"Sun's surname is Long Zilong, Wang's is Tiger Head Mango, Zhao is Lantern Mango..."

There are so many surnames that Zhang Bei cannot name them all.

That’s enough to introduce a few big names.

Snow gradually became visible in the surrounding environment as Zhang Bei advanced.

The road under my feet also began to become difficult to walk.

Zhang Bei also had to reduce the frequency of his speech and use his strength on his legs.

(Before writing this, I didn’t know that so many people didn’t understand slang. Shouldn’t everyone know this stuff?)
Chapter completed!