After drinking for a while, the two of them chatted happily. Xie Lige was satisfied with Chu Liuxiang's tactfulness. Chu Liuxiang intended to make friends, while Nangong Ling sat next to him in a daze.
A group of soldiers was patrolling the streets. They were divided into two rows to separate the crowd on the road. Chu Liuxiang had a smile on his face, but he accidentally glanced down from the corner of his eyes. He paused for a moment, then jokingly said, "I might have to leave!"
"I won't see you out!" Xie Lige waved his hand and then lazily leaned on the bamboo beside him.
Chu Liuxiang was not angry. He picked up the wine cup in his hand and drank it in one gulp. He let out a sigh of enjoyment and said, "I hope I can drink such good wine again next time."
"That's not difficult. I'll give you a bottle of wine next time!"
"Then I'll have to trouble Brother Xie."
Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose, then circulated his Qi and quietly disappeared from the second floor. Throughout the entire process, no one other than Xie Lige and Nangong Ling noticed.
Nangong Ling looked enviously at the place where Chu Liuxiang disappeared and said, "What a powerful qinggong!"
This qinggong was indeed powerful.
Xie Lige narrowed his eyes as he watched Chu Liuxiang's disappearing figure. He seemed to have seen Chu Liuxiang's Qing Gong somewhere before, but that was not right. Back then, the guy who used this Qing Gong had an arrogant look on his face. If he was really that guy's disciple, then their personalities were too different.
He could not figure it out, so he decided not to think about it.
Xie Lige yawned and felt a little sleepy. He shook his head and was much more awake. When he saw Palace Spirit still in a daze, he was disappointed that she did not live up to his expectations.
"Don't look. That guy's qinggong usually runs upstairs and never leaves footprints. There's no point in you staring." Xie Lige stood up and walked out of the door.
Xie Lige walked halfway and realized that the person behind him was not following. He stopped and turned to Nangong Ling and said, "What are you doing?
Let's go back. "
"Oh, oh!" Nangong Ling hurriedly paid the money and followed after Xie Lige.
A gang of beggars
It was the beginning of spring, and peach blossoms were scattered all over the capital. The city was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and the endless peach blossom forest in front of A gang of beggars by the moat was the main culprit.
At this moment, the river water had already turned into ice, but the air was still cold. The river water emitted a faint white mist. As the spring breeze blew, the peach blossoms on the branches fell into the water, forming a thin layer of pink mist. It was misty and dreamy.
"What?" A surprised shout broke the silence of A gang of beggars.
The headquarter of the Beggar Clan was built entirely out of thick iron bamboos. There was a small hut on the top of the building, in which several of the current leaders of the Beggar Clan were sitting.
Xie Lige sat at the top, and Ren Ci and a few elders sat on the sides. Nangong Ling obediently sat behind Ren Ci and listened to the elders talk. There was also a beautiful woman with a white veil on her face walking with a teapot. She would occasionally stop to refill the teapot for everyone, then pick up the teapot and retreat to the side.
"I said I want to take Xiao Ling as my disciple!" Xie Lige very seriously told the people below his decision.
Ren Ci could not help but cover his face after hearing this. He knew that his martial uncle's idea was not reliable.
Nangong Ling, who was behind him, had a face of "Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?" look. There was no joy at all, and it was as if he had been played to death.
The remaining elders looked at each other. Some of them wanted to say something, but they did not dare to move because of the huge difference in strength between the two sides. Some of the thicker ones did not have to worry so much.
Moreover, if Nangong Ling really became a disciple, wouldn't they, who called him martial uncle, have to call him brother?
This was something they were unwilling to accept no matter what.
"But Xiao Ling is our junior. If he really becomes a disciple, what should we call him?"
A righteous person frowned and thought, 'Of course it's good to be a disciple. Who is this? This is the ancestor of A gang of beggars. The best martial arts of A gang of beggars are all in his hands. Even if Nangong Ling only learned a little from him, it would be enough.'
Xie Lige smiled and said, "Of course it's junior!"
The tall and skinny elder was at a loss for words. He did not expect this person to say such shameless words. He opened his mouth for a long time, but no words came out. He could only helplessly retreat.
"But this seniority is not right!"
The remaining dumb elder could only anxiously reply. He really liked this child Nangong Ling. He had watched this child grow up, so naturally, he wanted the best for him from the bottom of his heart. Everyone in the world knew that Nangong Ling was the leader of A gang of beggars. They were old things of the same generation as Nangong Ling. If Nangong Ling really called them senior, even if they did not mind, people with ulterior motives would say that Nangong Ling did not respect etiquette and had no respect for elders.
In this era, the reputation was greater than the sky.
Once Nangong Ling carried such a reputation, he would not be able to become the leader of A gang of beggars for the rest of his life.
Nangong Ling understood the elder's meaning and was very touched. He thought that the reason this elder treated him so harshly was because he did not like him.
But who knew that he was wrong.
Xie Lige could see that the fat elder's expression was not fake. He really cared about Nangong Ling, so he stopped teasing him and became serious. "Okay, I was just teasing you!"
Everyone was speechless. This joke was so funny that they almost peed their pants!
Xie Lige looked at Nangong Ling's confused face and was very satisfied. He began to explain in a low voice, "This time, I went down the mountain to look for my old family. Naturally, I can't stay in A gang of beggars for long. Some of the skills of A gang of beggars will be handed over to you."
A gang of beggars in this world was completely different from A gang of beggars in Jianghu No. 3. To be precise, A gang of beggars in this world was lonely.
Even the most basic Dog Beating Stick Technique only had the first level of the mental cultivation method.
Thinking of the old beggar who taught him martial arts on the mountain, Xie Lige rubbed his eyebrows. All of them were his ancestors. He had to complete the mission and did not have the time to strengthen A gang of beggars. He could only teach one disciple and monitor from the side. This way, he could save some time.
The elders did not talk about resisting anymore. Everyone knew that A gang of beggars was lacking in the mental cultivation method. If they could complete the mental cultivation method one day, not to mention Junior Nangong Ling, they would even call him grandpa!
This group of old men had half of their lives in the ground. Those empty titles were useless. Only when they saw the new strength of A gang of beggars awaken would it be meaningful.
They did not even need to discuss. Ren Ci made the decision. "Okay, Xiao Ling will acknowledge you as her master!"
"There's no need."
Xie Lige waved his hand as if he was suddenly ready to withdraw his thoughts. He picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip. He had drunk too much wine in the restaurant and was a little thirsty. He felt his throat gradually moisten. He whispered, "Let him come over tonight."
"Martial Uncle, this …" Ren Ci thought that he was not willing to teach, so she immediately became anxious. She quickly pulled Nangong Ling in front of her and prepared to make him kneel.
Nangong Ling understood what his foster father meant. He was not embarrassed at all. Anyway, the person in front of him was senior and powerful. If it were his foster father, he would also have to kneel. It was not shameful. Moreover, he could learn new martial arts. He immediately prepared to kneel.
Halfway through kneeling, he found that he could not kneel anymore.
There was a soft force under his knees that supported him. It was as if he was stepping on cotton. Nangong Ling was dumbfounded. What should I do next?
Everyone present was smart. Looking at the situation, it seemed that this ancestor was really unwilling to accept a disciple. They suddenly became anxious. There was only one chance. The tall and thin Elder and the fat Elder were a little regretful that they had spoken up just now.
If they had not spoken up just now, would the other party have accepted a disciple?
Xie Lige was also helpless. He was really going to joke just now. The few people below him were always expressionless. It was really funny to tease them. If he explained it this way, they would definitely not believe him.
He could only pinch his nose and accept it.
In the eyes of others, Xie Lige looked like an expert. His handsome face was hidden behind his hair. A glimmer of light flashed in his black eyes from time to time, as if he could see through people's hearts. They could not help but tremble in fear.
He seemed to be very angry at being rejected. Without being angry, he sat at the head of the table and put down the wine cup in his hand. He looked at them as if they were ants. "En."
All the Elders: QAQ, so scared!
"This matter is not your fault. Don't take it to heart. Xiao Ling, everyone can practice behind my house at night." Xie Lige explained.
It would have been better if he did not mention it. Now that he mentioned it, the Elders' faces could not help but twitch!
They took it to heart even more.
Xie Lige didn't realize that his image had grown into a giant in the hearts of the elders. He still had a cold expression on his face. Thinking about how he had just asked about Palace Ling's mantra, he followed the principle of not favoring one over the other. The ancestor loved every one of the younger generation. Xie Lige also began to ask the others what level they had reached.
"How is your Dog Beating Stick Technique?"
"Ah?"
"What level are you at now?"
Nangong Ling, who was seated below, could not help but stretch out his ears when he heard this conversation. He still had not mastered the Dog Beating Stick Technique. He heard that the Elders' martial arts were all extraordinary. They must have reached a very high level. Then, he heard the truth that he did not want to hear the most in his life.
"The first level!"
"I haven't practiced …"
"I just started."
With the younger generation present, everyone could only speak of their own cultivation techniques.
Xie Lige was drinking tea. When he heard these words, he almost choked and almost fainted. Looking at the embarrassed and angry crowd below, he could not help but sympathize with them.
It was too tragic.