Su Wudi, I looked through my memory carefully and found that there was no information about this person stored in my mind, so I told the truth: "I have never heard of this person, what does he do?"
Huang Yuzhong glanced nervously into the mist, and said with a hateful expression on his face: "How come you speak so straightforwardly?
What do you mean you have never heard of this person?
You know How high is his reputation in the industry?"
Li Huaishan interjected: "If it weren't for some conspiracy, I wouldn't have lied."
Huang Yuzhong waved his hand: "That's not important.
What's important is that we have just entered the inner mountain, so we can't offend that person."
I don’t know why, but when I saw Lao Huang’s nervous look, I felt surprisingly friendly.
Huang Yuzhong turned around and said to me cautiously: "Su Wudi is the head of the Sanqinghui.
If you annoy him, he will put on your shoes."
I smiled helplessly: "I don't care about him, why does he have to wear small shoes for me?"
Huang Yuzhong glanced at the mist again, and then lowered his voice and said: "You don't know, he is a special little guy.
As a junior in our industry, if anyone is not respectful enough to him, he will He will try every means to make things difficult for others.
Do you know how the name Su Wudi came about?"
What he said was a bit of a twist, and I took a little time to adjust to it before shaking my head.
Just listen to Huang Yuzhong continue to say: "In our industry, apart from those three mountains, Su Wudi should be regarded as the one with the highest cultivation level.
Although everyone in the industry knows that he likes to care about everything, few people can stand him.
But he’s so cultivated that even if he has an opinion, no one dares to speak out.”
I rubbed my chin, my eyes fell on the place where "Su Wudi" disappeared, and I thought to myself, this guy couldn't be the one who rated the second master as second-rate.
If so, that would be troublesome.
Although I have never fought against this person, just by feeling the telekinesis in him, I know that I am no match for him.
I asked Huang Yuzhong: "What is Su Wudi's original name?
Which sect does he belong to?"
Huang Yuzhong thought for a while before speaking: "It seems his name is Su Hansheng.
He is a hermit with no family or sect."
Su Hansheng: Well, I thought about it carefully and found that I have never heard of this person.
I don’t blame the other party for not being famous enough, it’s really because I’ve been traveling around for the past two years and rarely care about people and things in the industry.
I have never heard of most of the seniors who are famous in the industry.
Huang Yuzhong turned on the chatterbox mode, and I stopped talking.
He was still chattering: "When you are walking around in the inner mountains, you have to be careful and don't offend the people of the Sanqinghui.
Otherwise, you will end up in trouble this year.
The spring review may have to be scrapped. , you must not fight with others privately here.
If you fight privately, you will be disqualified.
You will not be able to participate in the Spring Review for the next five years.
I tell you, if you really want to fight, wait until you have passed the Jiulong Cave. , then no one will stop you."
I got distracted while he was talking and didn't hear what he said clearly.
At that time, I was wondering, why is this guy even more verbose than Li Huaishan in his early years?
Am I destined to be a talkative star?
Just a few months after Li Huaishan disappeared, another Huang Yuzhong came.
What kind of fate am I?
Later, even Li Huaishan couldn't listen anymore.
He shouted at Huang Yuzhong: "Stop it, my ears are almost getting calloused, like an aunt."
Huang Yuzhong sighed helplessly and glanced at Li Huaishan, but he still said to me: "Don't blame me for being nagging.
Don't think about it.
You beat me so badly.
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What if this spring review If you can't get a good ranking, my face will have no place to put it."
I:"" Don't mention it, Huang Yuzhong is really not a talkative person, but once it involves his reputation or other people's life and death matters, he will become very nervous.
Sometimes the nervousness is expressed by talking too much, and sometimes he When you get nervous, you won't say a word.
In fact, in my eyes, he should be regarded as a weirdo.
Before meeting him, I never knew that such a person existed in the world.
The first impression he gives people, and the most real him, seem to be completely different from each other.
Only when you and I enter his world can we gradually discover that he is a person with a lot of stories.
Lao Zuo said that Huang Yuzhong is a person without self, but having no self is exactly his self.
I have reservations about what Lao Zuo said.
Amidst Huang Yuzhong's chatter, three figures gradually emerged from the mist.
When Huang Yuzhong saw them, he whispered to me: "They are the envoys of the Sanqinghui.
There are many people like them in the inner mountains."
When the shadow on the opposite side became clearer, I took a closer look, and suddenly I felt an indescribable strange feeling in my heart.
The three men were dressed exactly the same, wearing black and white Tibetan robes and a white felt hat on their heads.
Their hairstyles and skin colors are also the same.
They all have shoulder-length hair, and their dark faces have a little rosy color left by the sun.
Even the three people have similar body shapes.
If you look at it from a distance, you can't tell who is who.
One of them was carrying two light green thermoses in his hands.
The thin water show on the mouth of the pot and a little bit of black ash on the handle reminded me vaguely of my short college days, when every dormitory had them.
With several such thermoses, people will place them quietly on the balcony.
The daily sunlight shines through the window, causing the color on the thermoses to gradually fade.
Thinking of the balcony of the university dormitory in such an environment seemed to make the strangeness in my heart aggravate.
The man holding the thermos came to me, and the other two people stopped next to Zhang Dayou.
I looked at the messenger in front of me.
He bowed slightly towards me and showed a polite smile.
At this time, Zhang Dayou's shouts drew my attention to him again, and I heard him shout to the people present: "My current status is equivalent to a shareholder of the Sanqinghui, and my treatment is different from yours.
I live in You can’t get into this place.
So what, just ask me when you’re leaving and don’t go.
You can’t get in anyway.
I’ll go check on you later if I’m free.
Let’s go.”
Seeing the proud look on his face, I felt quite helpless.
After saying these words, Zhang Dayou followed the other two envoys and left without looking back.
The way he walked at that time was really strutting, as if all the grievances along the way were released at this moment.
Similar.
I really don’t understand this child’s inner world.
It wasn't until Zhang Dayou disappeared at the edge of the mist that the messenger carrying the kettle smiled and waved to me, gesturing for me to follow.
It was obvious that the other party was a vigorous and resolute man.
He just waved, then took steps and walked quickly into the mist.
Li Huaishan followed him in three steps and two steps at a time, and asked beside him: "Where have the wounded been sent?"
But the other party didn't seem to hear his words at all, and didn't respond.
He kept walking quickly at the same pace.
Huang Yuzhong whispered to me from the side: "The envoys in Neishan are all deaf-mute.
They cannot hear what we say and will not respond to our questions."
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I nodded and pulled Li Huaishan to my side.
After passing through a short section of fog ahead, the field of vision gradually broadened.
First, a path paved with bluestone bricks appeared in the front, and then a row of stone-wood structure spire houses appeared on both sides of the road, as well as scattered among the houses.
The foggy area around the house.
Due to years of moisture erosion in these houses, the wooden beams have turned a deep brown and the stones look shiny and black.
The mist that spreads everywhere comes from the hot spring mouth near each house.
The water vapor evaporates from the spring water, turns into mist when encountering the cold air, and lingers there for a long time, like clouds falling from the sky. .
When the field of view is wider, you can see the entire inner mountain.
The so-called Kunlun Inner Mountain is actually a long and narrow valley located in the snow-capped mountains.
The stone road under our feet is enough to run through the east and west ends of the valley.
This kind of place can indeed give people a sense of peace and tranquility, but because of the heavy humidity, it is not suitable for long-term living.
It is estimated that people from the Sanqinghui will only live here briefly every year around the spring appraisal.
The messenger took us all the way eastward, and finally sent us to a house near the east end of the valley.
There was a hot spring on the left side of the house.
I planned to go in and take a dip when there was no one on the road.
I have never been in a hot spring in my entire life.
After the three of us entered the house, the messenger placed the thermos by the door, gave me a final smile and left.
There is a fire pit in the house, with shelves and pots beside the pit, and firewood has been prepared in advance.
As soon as he entered the house, Li Huaishan ran over and lit a bonfire.
At this time, the flames burned fiercely, and the heat floating on the flames gradually dispersed the moisture in the house.
Huang Yuzhong and I quickly changed our clothes and put the damp jacket and lining on the rack to bake.
"Come, come, come and warm up.
After walking all this way, my hands and feet are almost freezing."
Li Huaishan took off his jacket and waved to me and Huang Yuzhong.
Huang Yuzhong's expression didn't look right from the moment he entered the house.
I walked to the fire pit and sat down, and asked him casually: "What are you thinking about?"
Huang Yuzhong sat down with his hands on the ground, but his eyes were still staring out the window.
Hearing my question to him, he came to his senses first, and then said after a while: "I don't know how the wounded man is doing."
Li Huaishan asked him with a smile: "You know that person, why do you care about him so much?"
Maybe it was because he had never had a good impression of Li Huaishan, or maybe because he was a little depressed in his heart.
When Huang Yuzhong responded to Li Huaishan, his tone was a little unhappy: "It doesn't matter, it has nothing to do with whether I know him or not.
After all, it's a human life."
Ah, what’s wrong with being concerned?”
Li Huaishan was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy: "I didn't see it, you are quite soft-hearted.
I thought before that a person as arrogant as you usually wouldn't care about the life and death of others."
I saw that Huang Yuzhong's face was getting more and more ugly, so I tried to change the topic and asked Huang Yuzhong: "I feel that you know the Sanqinghui very well.
Have you participated in the Spring Review before?"
Huang Yuzhong shook his head helplessly: "I would like to, but grandpa won't let me come, but my second uncle has been here, and I listened to him on many things
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