The first thousand four hundred and sixty-one chapters
Shi Dan was quite familiar with it, so he asked enthusiastically, "Uncle, who are the people above?"
Perhaps the businessman was moved by Shi Dan's pure and flawless eyes, or he wanted to show off his knowledge in front of everyone, so he cleared his throat and said loudly, "The one in the middle is Harik, the lord of Burqin City, and the ones on the side are
His wife, Sare, was also a very famous beauty before she married the Lord of Halik City, just like Princess Ayimu now."
"Who are the two people next to you?" This time it was not Shi Dan who asked, but several other people under the eaves who asked, obviously as curious as Shi Dan.
The businessman glanced at the people around him with his nostrils turned upward, and said proudly, "Hey, you really asked the right person. I dare say that not many people in the entire Burqin City know their names."
Everyone looked anxious and stared at the merchant expectantly, hoping to get some information from the merchant in front of them that they didn't know before. The true meaning of watching the excitement is to find out things that others don't know and then tell them to those who don't know. Occasionally,
Guess again and achieve something.
The businessman was a little complacent, but it was not too exciting. He lowered his voice and said, "The one on the right is probably recognized by many people. He is the famous national teacher of Burqin City, His Excellency the Prophet of Fearlessness in Life."
Li Luo was startled. When he heard this name, he was even more surprised than when he saw Ayimu on the stone tower. This pig-killer turned out to be the prophet of Burqin City. His appearance was indeed a bit unusual. Could he be a citizen of Burqin City?
The person who likes this style is probably because Li Luo doesn't understand the style. If he were in Dagan, he could only be a butcher with this look. If he wanted to pretend to be a Taoist, maybe he could try the angry-eyed King Kong in the temple.
It's a bit like a god, at least he won't get beaten. If he dares to claim to be a prophet, it will be hard to say.
However, it cannot be said that Burqin's prophets did not have real talents and knowledge, maybe they were just real people who did not show their appearance.
The businessman coughed lightly, raised his chin to the man on the left, spoke in an even lower voice, and said mysteriously, "The man on the left has quite a lot of background."
"Ah, who is he?" Everyone asked incessantly.
The businessman chuckled, looked around, and then said cautiously, "Feipeng Castle, do you know?"
Li Luo was stunned and speechless. He didn't know whether this was a lingering ghost or because Li Luo was destined to Feipengbao. He didn't expect to meet people from Feipengbao in Burqin.
The businessman continued, "I heard that the man upstairs is the Xuan-level venerable from Feipeng Castle."
"What is a Xuan-level venerable? Is he very powerful?"
The businessman looked at the person who asked the question as if he were an idiot, made the person who asked the question feel uncomfortable, smiled coquettishly, and kept silent.
"Aren't you great? If you are not great, how can you sit next to the city lord?" The businessman sneered and pointed, "Every Xuanjie venerable in Feipeng Castle is an incredible master. The guards of our city lord's mansion don't even have a finger.
None of them can compare, and I heard that there are masters in Feipeng Castle who are more powerful than the Xuan-level Venerables. Can you tell me, are such people powerful?"
Everyone nodded in amazement. Li Luo glanced at the businessman next to him. Although this man was from the market, he was very well-informed. If the businessman hadn't mentioned it, Li Luo wouldn't have known that the people on the stone floor were actually there.
It has something to do with myself.
The Xuan-level venerable, according to Boritiechina, should be the Xuan-level killer among the fourth-level Xuanhuang killers in the world. He is probably a rare master in Burqin. As for Li Luo, after all, he has seen Feipeng Castle.
The mysterious assassination method of the Tianzi second-level killer is somewhat unsatisfactory for the Xuanzi first-level killer.
Li Luo gave a thumbs up, smiled at the businessman and said, "Brother, you are really well-informed, I admire you."
The businessman was very pleased with it, smiled, shook his head complacently to show humility, and started talking enthusiastically, "I also heard that the marriage proposal for Princess Ayimu was the idea of the national master."
"Nonsense." As soon as he finished speaking, someone retorted, "It's obviously the Lord of the City's intention, so what does it have to do with Your Excellency the Prophet?" The person who spoke knew at a glance that he was a supporter of the butcher-shaped Burqin Imperial Guard.
, naturally does not allow others to speculate or even slander.
The businessman's face was a little uneasy, and everyone started arguing. After a few words, several people joined the debate team. Their voices were restrained and not too loud, but the scene was really intense.
With nothing to do, Li Luo listened. Not all of the people quarreling were citizens of Burqin City. Many people came from outside Burqin City. About a few months ago, Burqin City
The news spread that the city lord's beloved daughter was looking for a bride, and people from all walks of life flocked to the place to get the beauty back.
The people arguing each had their own opinions, with strange accents, and their faces turned red. Shi Dan had long been confused. He opened his mouth and stared blankly at the adults who were spitting everywhere. The old man was also dizzy after hearing this, but Li
I was stunned to hear some secrets.
It’s not that the old man is mentally ill, it’s just that the people arguing have different accents. The old man has rarely left Hutu in his life, so naturally it’s a bit difficult to hear the words spoken in other places. Unlike Li Luo, compared with Mengjue’s speech,
In fact, Li Luo was more familiar with the languages of the countries in the Western Regions, including Hui Meng, Bao Huo, and Xirong. Although these countries had envoys who were familiar with the Dagan language, Li Luo still worked hard to study the languages of the countries.
In Mutianlang, except for a few strangers in the Shu Camp who are familiar with the customs, customs and languages of the Western Regions, the best speaker of the Western Region dialect is not Li Luo, but Yun Wuyan. Not only can Yun Wuyan speak, but also
He can also write, and his skills are quite strong. Li Luo once joked with Yun Wuyan that if one day he no longer wants to stay in Dagan, he can just go to any country in the Western Regions, and it will be easy to get a meritorious position.
The businessman came over with a sullen face, unhappy, as if he had not gained the upper hand in the argument. He looked unhappy and remained silent.
"I think what brother said makes sense." Li Luo said calmly.
The businessman's eyes lit up and he said happily, "Yeah, you think what I said makes sense, right?" After saying that, he glared at the two people who had just argued with him.
One of them sneered, "What do these ignorant people who don't know where they come from know? They say they make sense, but do they really make sense?"
The businessman was angry and was about to retort, but suddenly he lost his confidence. Li Luo and the other three looked like bumpkins who had never seen much of the world. The businessman sighed in frustration, shook his head and said nothing.
Li Luo smiled indifferently and ignored it. Li Luo had already seen the fanaticism of religious belief and talked about it at a distance.