"It seems that we have been despised a lot." Xu Bai muttered quite depressedly.
Taoist Yuan Zheng said disapprovingly: "It's not surprising. Both courtyards are places of practice, and there are many talents. The disputes between disciples are fierce. If you want to gain the respect of others, you can only rely on true ability, otherwise even if you are internally If you have a backer, others will look down on you."
Taoist Mu Ga nodded slightly. This situation was exactly the same in both courtyards, and it was also something the senior officials liked to hear.
Monks are not farmers. The road to seeking the Tao is full of thorns and sharp edges and corners. While maintaining a steady heart towards the Tao, you must also have some of the sharp edges of a monk.
In the two courtyards, arrogance and conceit are not excluded, because in the cultivation civilization, many legendary figures are the kind of people who are aloof and arrogant from birth, or even have an invincible heart and a perseverance and self-centered mentality. They can also be Create a strong heart.
"You four, hurry up and buy some things you need for daily use. After entering the mountain gate, you can only go down the mountain once every three months unless you have special approval." Old Man Yuan Zheng reminded.
Although this town is small and well-equipped, there are a large number of merchants, and you can basically buy anything you need.
The four elders were drinking tea in a teahouse, while Yang Di and the other four went out to do some shopping on their own. Yang Di had nothing special to buy, but Xu Bai, Little Fatty, and Wei Chen were quite concerned about these things and actually wanted to go to the carpenter's shop. Choose a toilet and bathtub carefully.
In their words, even if life is difficult after entering the mountain gate, bathing and convenience must be more comfortable.
Yang Di waved his hand and said with a smile: "There is no need. When I enter the fairy garden, I will ask for a separate piece of land. Then I can build a hut, hut, and bathroom by myself."
When the three of them heard this, they were convinced. The little fat man said hey, "That's right. It's best not to crowd together with those disciples. Young Master, I have mysophobia."
Originally, the three of them were just joking, but what they said made many people around them very angry. People who joined the two courtyards came to study and practice Taoism, but these four people seemed to be there to enjoy themselves.
"Your Excellency, you are really whimsical. You are already lucky enough to be recruited into the Immortal Academy as a disciple. You actually want to open a small stove by yourself. May I ask your name?"
At this moment, a joking voice came, and a handsome young man in white appeared in the crowd, waving a folding fan, with a smile on his face and the corners of his mouth raised, looking a little mean.
There is also an elder from the celestial dean beside this person, who seems to have been specially recruited. This person seems to be quite contemptuous of what Yang Di and the others just discussed.
"This person seems to be the famous Master Miaobi from Mo Tianfang." Someone around exclaimed, seeming to recognize the identity of the young man in white.
"That's right, he is none other than Hong Zifan, the master of Motianfang's masterful painting. Master Hong used to write masterful paintings in Haotian City. He wrote the charm of the great road with his pen. Even many important figures present were full of praise. I was lucky enough to witness the process at that time."
"It turns out to be him. No wonder he was actively recruited by the Tianxian Academy. It is said that this person entered Taoism with painting skills and is extremely talented. He has already been spotted by the two universities."
"Even Mr. Miaobi came out to tease him. Those four people were a bit arrogant..."
There was a buzz of discussion around, and the crowd kept exclamating. Even the little fat man and Wei Chen looked serious, because the person in front of them really had a good background.
This master of fine writing, Hong Zifan, is the kind of person with outstanding talents who is famous in hundreds of thousands of mountains and China.
Obviously, even if this person does not have a background in Mo Tianfang, it will be easy for him to join the two courtyards.
After secretly learning the situation from the little fat man and the two, Yang Di was also a little frightened. This man had a special aura, as if he was emanating from the lines of the words. Although he didn't do anything, people could feel his...
powerful.
Entering the Tao through painting does sound very simple.
However, no matter what the background of this person is, Yang Di is very unhappy at the moment. In addition to what this guy said deliberately just now, the other person's dress also makes Yang Di very unhappy to see him.
White clothes and folding fans made Yang Di instantly think of Ji Changsheng, the ancient ancestor of the Ji family, and his disciple Ji Yin.
In addition, several young people dressed like this that Yang Di met in the secret realm were very unfriendly to him. Over time, Yang Di became quite unsympathetic when he saw people wearing this kind of clothes, not to mention the person in front of him.
Still mocking them.
Moreover, the faces of the people around him also made him unhappy. This Hong Zifan was famous, so everyone helped him to agree with him. This was a typical example of following someone's influence.
Yang Di was not angry at all. Faced with this person's ridicule, he smiled calmly and said: "My name is not important, but Your Excellency. Are you here to customize a toilet or to choose a chamber pot? If it is the latter... Your Excellency."
I’m afraid buying a small size is enough.”
"Pfft!" The three little fat men almost burst into laughter. Many men around them also looked strange.
After some women reacted, their cheeks turned red and they glared angrily at this prodigal son.
"This person is so unscrupulous, he actually told such jokes in public, bah..." In the distance, a pretty woman who was walking towards me spat lightly, and she was also quite unhappy.
This woman is tall and slim, with skin as thick as fat, eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and her appearance is quite outstanding. She has a high rate of turning heads on this street, and she attracts a lot of attention as soon as she appears.
"Miss Xue from Shutian Palace is here." An old man said with a smile, easily recognizing the girl's background.
Because this is also a celebrity among the younger generations. He comes from the famous Shutian Palace, and he is also a beauty in Shutian Palace. It is said that he has extremely high attainments in magic and is proficient in many ancient magic techniques that are rare in the world.
Feeling the attention of the surrounding people, a smile appeared on Xue Xiaoyue's pretty face, but the blush on her cheeks did not dissipate for a long time.
She heard that Mr. Miaobi Hong Zifan was here, so she came over to see him. Both of them were celebrities among the younger generation, but in comparison, Hong Zifan was undoubtedly more famous.
Moreover, Hong Zifan is not only extremely famous, he is also a standard talent. Talents and beauties have always been a perfect match.
Hong Zifan was quite admired by the ladies from noble families in the prosperous city. Although she, Xue Xiaoyue, was not such a nymphomaniac, she was still a young woman after all, and she was about to enter the same holy place of cultivation, so it would be good to make some friends in advance.
Unexpectedly, when she came over, she heard such dirty words, and the atmosphere of the meeting between the two young celebrities suddenly changed.
Even the followers around Xue Xiaoyue were aggrieved. What that person said was really a disgrace. If the other person was not also a disciple selected by the Immortal Academy and dared to say those things in front of his own lady, he must be taught a lesson.
On the other side, facing Yang Di's teasing, the smile on Hong Zifan's face had long since solidified. He was from Mo Tianfang and always paid attention to his demeanor, but he really couldn't stand those words.