Nobody understands cardboard people better than me

Chapter 168 Teahouse Listening to the Book

Huang Chengyang and his party didn't know what the plan of the supreme being disguised as a beggar was.

However, they don't care about it.

Anyway, it is impossible for me and others to stay in this world for a long time. When I return to Blue Star, even if they have any conspiracy, they will not be able to carry out.

After walking for a certain distance, Huang Chengyang saw that the girls were more and more interested in shopping, his face changed slightly, and he made up a random reason to get out of the way.

In Chilian Town before, shopping with a few people was enough to torment him, so he didn't want to go again this time.

As for whether or not to go shopping with them in the future, that will be discussed later.

I can still hide for a while now.

Fortunately, the girls were also very understanding, so they didn't make things difficult for Huang Chengyang and forced him to accompany them. They just agreed to meet at the inn at six o'clock in the evening, and they left Huang Chengyang and went shopping by themselves.

After watching the girls leave, Huang Chengyang found the busiest teahouse and walked in.

The inside is almost full, only the outer seats are still vacant.

Although his strength has long been supernatural, although he is a rich second generation, Huang Chengyang has also had the experience of eating roadside food stalls, so he does not have any psychological pressure to compete with others.

And whether he sits inside or outside, it doesn't make any difference to him, he just looks bored and joins in the fun.

The people who were at the same table with Huang Chengyang were also a little surprised to see his clothes that were obviously different from ordinary people.

In his memory, there was very little interaction between practitioners and ordinary people. Most practitioners looked aloof, so he couldn't help but sit a little further away.

Huang Chengyang noticed the small movements of the man at the same table, and immediately guessed his worries.

Huang Chengyang smiled kindly at his tablemate, and said, "Brother, don't panic. Since I can come to this teahouse, I must not care about the difference between monks and mortals."

"Are you really a cultivator?" The man at the same table asked with some uncertainty.

"Probably." Huang Chengyang smiled and nodded, "But I'm just the most inconspicuous one in the cultivation world."

"Don't look at me dressed like this. In fact, I just don't want to look different from other cultivators. You know, before you don't have the strength to break the rules, it's best to obey the rules honestly."

Hearing what Huang Chengyang said, the man was relieved.

Through a few short exchanges, he felt that Huang Chengyang was particularly gentle and much easier to get along with than other cultivators.

Seeing that Huang Chengyang put aside his identity to explain to him, he felt a little closer to him.

"By the way, I haven't asked you how to call Xiongtai?" Huang Chengyang asked with a smile.

To be honest, he also felt that the mortal in front of him was easy to get along with, and he was a gentle-tempered person.

He thinks he still has this vision, otherwise he wouldn't initiate a conversation with a stranger.

"Brother, I can't tell. My surname is Lin. You can call me Xiao Lin." The man waved his hand quickly and said.

Just kidding, although the monk in front of him looks easy to talk to, he still doesn't have the guts to ask him to call a monk a brother.

Huang Chengyang nodded, knowing that the man had scruples, so he didn't persuade him much.

"My surname is Huang. I passed by here today on my way to the north." Huang Chengyang also briefly talked about his situation.

"Senior Huang." The man named Lin called out sensibly.

Although the person in front of him seemed to be in his early 20s, much younger than himself, but the other party was a cultivator, perhaps hundreds of years older than himself, so he didn't dare to yell Brother Huang.

On the other hand, even if the other party is really only in his 20s, but the other party is a monk with strong strength, it is not a loss to call him a senior.

In short, it is right to call seniors!
While the two were chatting, a blind old man walked slowly to the table in the middle of the teahouse with a cane.

The teahouse, which was still full of people, gradually became quiet.

Huang Chengyang couldn't help but look at the stage.

Knowing that Huang Chengyang had just arrived in this city, the man surnamed Lin kindly explained:

"This old gentleman is a storyteller in this teahouse."

"If it wasn't for this old gentleman, the business of this teahouse wouldn't be so good. It can be said that everyone basically came for him."

Huang Chengyang suddenly realized and nodded, seeing that the old man still has some skills, otherwise he wouldn't have attracted so many people to come to see him.

"Then I'll have to listen carefully to see how good the old gentleman's technique is and how he can attract so many people."

The man surnamed Lin shook his head with a smile: "Senior doesn't know something, this old gentleman is not so popular because of his skills, but because of his story."

"Story?" Huang Chengyang chuckled, looking forward to the old man's performance even more.

Not long after, the old man on the stage slowly spoke.

"Today we will tell a story about the Chiyang Sect on the Chiyang Mountain outside the city."

Hearing this, everyone sat up straight with concentration, and the man surnamed Lin even glanced at Huang Chengyang's reaction.

It turned out that Huang Chengyang was not as excited as he imagined, and even started to nibble melon seeds in a flat manner. (Don't ask me where the melon seeds come from in the cultivation world, I don't know either)
The man surnamed Lin slapped his head and remembered a key question.

"Senior, you may not know that the Chiyang Sect outside our city is somewhat different from the sects in other places."

Huang Chengyang raised his eyebrows very appreciatively, and asked, "What's different?"

The man surnamed Lin looked at the old gentleman on the stage and explained to Huang Chengyang:

"In other places, those cities or small towns under the jurisdiction of the sect are managed by people specially appointed by the sect. It is rare for the sect to intervene in the affairs of ordinary people in the city."

"But the Chiyang Sect is different. Although there is a manager appointed by them on the surface, they will take care of many things within the sect."

"Among us mortals, if someone's family wants to avenge their grievances, or if any murder occurs, they have to report it to the Chiyang Sect, and then the Chiyang Sect will send people to investigate and solve it. Even the Chiyang Sect has set up a special The office location is mainly to deal with the problems between us mortals, just like the yamen in those dynasties."

"Moreover, if there is a famine or plague, the Chiyang Sect will also distribute food or treat us ordinary people."

"Anyway, for us, Chiyang Sect is not only a cultivation sect, but also our reborn parents."

It was also the first time Huang Chengyang heard that there was such a sect force comparable to Lord Qingtian, so he couldn't help asking curiously:
"Then this Chiyang Sect has a high status here, right?"

(to be continued.)

(End of this chapter)