An Yiran couldn't help listening to Uncle Zhang's cliché chat.
"So Rong Yi, how old are you this year?"
An Yiran sat in the front row and turned to look at him.
Rong Yi's impatience dissipated a little, and he said with a smile: "I am 16 years old this year."
In fact, Rong Yi didn't know how old he should be.
He was wearing a body that was said to be only ten years old.
But after he practiced, his body grew a bit bigger.
Although he did not fully recover his original cultivation in the Hunyuan world, it was better than nothing.
Rong Yi believed that even if he could do it all over again, it would still be the same.
Uncle Zhang was obviously surprised when he heard this age and asked: "Have you been practicing since you were a child?
Doesn't it take decades for ascetics to practice?"
Of course not, ascetics are just easy excuses to make.
"Actually, I'm self-taught."
Rong Yi, a tall man about 1.8 meters tall, smiled a little shyly and said, "I'm personally more interested in martial arts, so I learned from an old man since I was a child.
Later, he passed away, and I studied on my own.
I found some martial arts methods to practice.
I am not a pure ascetic."
When An Yiran heard this sentence, she thought in amazement that this was the longest sentence she had ever heard Rong Yi say.
Uncle Zhang's wariness has dissipated a lot.
After all, someone with ulterior motives would not lie about such an incredible age.
He had previously thought that this young man was very powerful and at least 25 years old.
Of course, this does not mean that Rong Yi is old, but he feels very mature.
He praised with some dryness: "You are really a hero.
Fortunately we met you this time, otherwise we don't know what we would have done."
This thank you was sincere, and Uncle Zhang now realized that he had been so kind to him before.
There is something wrong with the family's behavior.
"Rong Yi, where are you from?
From your accent, you must be from the southeast as well."
Rong Yi seemed to accept the compliment happily and said, "I am from Haishi.
I took advantage of the weather to go to the desert to practice."
Coming to the desert to exercise, An Yingjie and Uncle Zhang felt a sense of admiration in their chests.
An Yingjie's face remained calm, and he looked at Rong Yi with some envy in his heart.
This is a real 12-year-old boy, an age where he is in the second grade of middle school and has a sense of justice.
It's just that An Yingjie usually behaves too well and is not noticeable to others.
I wonder if he was as strong as he is today, would he be able to protect his sister and family.
No matter how cold and paralyzed An Yingjie looks on the outside and how precocious he usually is, he still has the passion of a young man.
He decided that he must start practicing Taekwondo when he returned home.
"We are also from Haishi."
Uncle Zhang drove the car in front and smiled generously, "We are really destined to meet fellow villagers when we go out."
Uncle Zhang said by the way: "Then what are you doing in Xinjiang?"
Rong Yi looked like your question was strange: "Travel."
An Yiran suddenly interjected: "Then let this brother come with us.
At least we fellow villagers have someone to take care of us."
Hearing these words made people feel that An Yiran was still a little scared of the robbery that just happened, and did not feel very safe.
Uncle Zhang hesitated for a moment, then looked at Rong Yi in agreement: "Little brother, do you want to come with us?"
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What if you encounter someone with a gun again?
Having such a bodyguard on the road is absolutely reassuring.
But I don’t know if this benefactor agrees with it.
Rong Yi's main purpose this time is this, how could he disagree.
Sitting in the car, we soon arrived at our destination, Jade City in Xinjiang.
What surprised An Yiran the most was that Rong Yi actually established a particularly good relationship with An Yingjie and Uncle Zhang in the car, leaving each other's phone numbers without telling them.
They chatted all the way, from World Financial Advance to the two dogs of the Zhang family next door.
No matter what Uncle Zhang and An Yingjie wanted to talk about, Rong Yi could take the next sentence naturally.
His attitude gives people a refreshing feeling, and makes people understand that he is knowledgeable and cultivated, and is not a simple-minded person.
Uncle Zhang secretly admired the excellence of this young man, and An Yingjie also hoped that he could be like Rong Yi in the future.
An Yiran found that he still didn't know enough about Rong Yi.
To describe it in one sentence, if you advance, you can be a social expert, but if you retreat, you can be an iceberg.
There is no sense of inconsistency between the two status transitions.
Jade City is a city on the edge of Xinjiang, specializing in the production of jade.
Every year, a lot of good materials are spread from here to all over the world.
As soon as they entered the city, they met a child walking towards them, "Is this your first time coming to Jade City?
I am the tour guide of Jade City.
Even though I am young, I was born and raised in Jade City.
There is no one better than me."
Get to know him better."
The child's face was sallow, and he seemed to be very mature when he heard these words, but he felt a hint of cowardice in his tone.
The people next to him looked at the child with a smile, as if they expected him to be rejected again.
Uncle Zhang also saw the child's condition and felt that he could help.
"Okay, you can be our tour guide.
Is 300 a day okay?"
Chen Yi didn't expect the price to be so high.
He thought it would be at least a few dozen yuan, so he quickly said: "Okay, okay."
In fact, it doesn't matter to them whether anyone comes to take them, since they have plenty of time anyway.
But Uncle Zhang felt some sympathy when he thought that the child in front of him was about the same age as his young master.
Alas, people tend to become soft-hearted when they get older.
Chen Yi thought about the three hundred yuan reward and felt that he couldn't be sorry for it.
He was chirping along the way.
Of course, An Yiran didn't listen to what he was talking about.
"Which part of the city do you want to go to first?
The west of the city is where finished jade is sold, and the east of the city is mainly where people gamble on stones."
"Then let's go to the east of the city."
An Yiran said.
Chen Yi was a little hesitant, as if he didn't expect to let such a young child make a decision.
"Then let's go to the east of the city."
Uncle Zhang also thought it would be good to go to a place where people gamble on stones to gain some knowledge.
Chen Yi took the three of them to a stone gambling shop in the east of the city and introduced: "This stone gambling shop is the most famous in the jade city, and the price is also the most reasonable."
In front of this shop are all stones, divided into several piles.
Chen Yi said that the pile on the left is worth 300 yuan per kilogram, and the one on the far right is worth 1,000 yuan per kilogram.
Stones on the right are more expensive.
An Yiran looked at the stone in front of him, but he didn't have much inspiration at first glance.
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There is no intuition that belongs to the protagonist.
"Rong Yi, can you bet on stones?"
Rong Yi looked at his apprentice and said, "No."
An Yingjie and Uncle Zhang went inside the store to look at the finished jade stones, while An Yiran and Rong Yi looked at the stones outside.
An Yiran walked up to Rong Yi and asked when the two people in front were not paying attention: "Master, is it really a coincidence that you met us this time?"
Rong Yi looked at her with a half-smile but said, "What do you think?"
"Definitely not."
Rong Yi still looked at her like that, and An Yiran immediately changed his mind and said, "I mean, it's definitely not premeditated.
God has destined that my master and I are so destined."
Rong Yi suddenly said coldly: "Of course it's not a coincidence."
An Yiran looked at Rong Yi sadly, holding his heart and thinking: My master is definitely not a good person
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