The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

Thinking of this, Ye Feng snorted indifferently, and then swaggered towards the city.

"Look, it's that person. When I entered the city just now, he was behind him. Guess what I just saw?"

A middle-aged man with a beard looked at Ye Feng and said.

"What can you see? With your temperament, there are many things that can make you fuss. Didn't you make a joke a few days ago?"

Another younger man standing next to him shook his head, not taking his words seriously.

"I just saw that the gift he gave to the Holy One was a herb, and it was a very common herb, not worth a lot of money. This is a gift to the Holy One. How can he take it out so casually?" .”

"Are you serious? Then this man is too disrespectful to the Holy One. How can such a great person as the Holy One give only one medicinal herb for his birthday?"

Originally, Ye Feng heard the two talking about him, but they were all irrelevant things. It was about the matter of the medicinal herbs he sent just now, so he planned to leave.

But hearing the man keep emphasizing the so-called saint, Ye Feng stopped unconsciously, perhaps driven by curiosity, he pretended to be unconscious and took two steps towards the direction where the two were standing.

"That's not right, you don't know how shocked we were when we were standing around him when the herbs were being used just now."

The two continued to chat for a while, and the content was probably about the Holy Lord just now. On the one hand, they kept praising the Holy Lord, and on the other hand, they finally mentioned another person's name—Ye Lingtian.

Ye Feng was originally listening boredly, but suddenly he heard this person's name and suddenly became energetic.

"Compared with that despicable Ye Lingtian, our holy venerable, it's like a cloud and mud..."

This so-called Zhengzun has something to do with Ye Lingtian?
Although the two of them kept talking about what is good about Saint Zun and what is not about Ye Lingtian, Ye Feng was surprisingly calm from the beginning to the end, except for the fact that they were a little angry when they satirized Ye Lingtian at the beginning.

The two continued to belittle Ye Lingtian, Ye Feng finally couldn't listen anymore, and wanted to step forward to remind the two of them, but before he stepped forward, another man next to him also belittled Ye Lingtian and praised the Holy One at the same time.

Ye Feng quickly calmed down.

Are all the people in this city the same?

With doubts, he continued to walk into the city.

Ye Feng's face turned dark because he heard someone slandering Ye Lingtian just now, but the more he walked forward, the more he realized that it was indeed the case, most people in the city looked down on Ye Lingtian and praised the Holy One.

!The more he walked into the city, the calmer Ye Feng's mood became. He knew that history was written by the victors. It was impossible for the people in these cities to believe in this so-called Holy One for no reason. He must have something outstanding.

And Ye Lingtian, who left him the book, has been missing for hundreds of years. In the past hundred years, there are too many things that can be changed. What about yourself?

His heart became calmer, and Ye Feng also knew that he didn't need to argue with them.

Because today is the birthday of the Holy One, the whole city celebrated together, and many hawkers on the street either closed their stalls early or did not open their stalls, or the things on the stalls can be given away for free.

It can be taken for free, of course Ye Feng is willing, he took a bottle of small wine from a wine vendor.

"Hey, today is Tianzun's birthday, no money is needed."

Not only was the wine seller not angry because Ye Feng took his wine for nothing, but he handed it to Ye Feng happily, with a beaming smile on his face.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, this saint is really...

"What kind of person is the Holy One?"

Ye Feng asked while holding the wine given by the peddler just now.

The wine peddler didn't seem to expect Ye Feng to ask this question, he was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "Young man, you have just been here not long ago."

Ye Feng nodded, and saw the peddler laughing at random: "Holy Lord, he is a big man, and he is like a god here. I think that when the Holy Lord fought Ye Lingtian back then, although it took some effort, Ye Ling was still defeated." God defeated."

"The strength of the Holy Lord is beyond your imagination. Back then when other tribes invaded us, it was the Holy Lord who took them and wiped them out."

The peddler answered Ye Feng while filling wine for the people who came after him. He didn't mention the word "Holy Lord", and the peddler could not restrain his pride in his eyes.

Ye Feng didn't stay here any longer, and walked to a restaurant not far away with the wine.

The restaurant is much more popular today than usual, and the people on the first floor are too noisy, so Ye Feng walked to a place on the second floor.

All the way into the city, Ye Feng was also a little hungry. He ordered two small dishes and started drinking with the wine he just got from the vendor.

The restaurant Ye Feng came to is actually a teahouse, with a stage on the first floor where storytellers come to tell stories every day.

What I'm talking about today is naturally the Holy One.

In fact, there are only a few things to talk about. For Ye Feng from the earth in the 21st century, storytelling does not arouse his interest, let alone listening to someone he doesn't like.

Ye Feng simply turned his head to look outside.

Because Ye Feng was sitting by the window, so Ye Feng could see the pedestrians below by tilting his head slightly.

"Come on, help!"

A still immature voice came to Ye Feng's ears, and upon closer inspection, it was a little girl who seemed to be being chased by someone, followed by several people, the leading man was very strong, with a wretched look on his face.

"Catch her for me!"

He yelled, and it seemed that the more frightened the little girl looked, the more excited he was.

Ye Feng frowned slightly, bullying a girl like this in broad daylight?
That person is bold enough to think about it, not to mention that today is the birthday of the so-called holy one, shouldn't ordinary people feel that they don't make trouble on this day? This guy is an exception.

The little girl's delicate cheeks were already bruised and purple. It could be seen that those people must have bullied him a lot.

Just when a man behind her was about to grab her, the little girl saw a lot of people in the restaurant, so she turned around and rushed into the restaurant.

"Help, help..."

Because there were so many people in the restaurant, the little girl squeezed in when they first entered the gate, and the people behind didn't catch the little girl for a while.

Not long after, the originally noisy restaurant gradually stopped, only the little girl's cry for help.

"Haha, seeing that you are still running, you don't have to run now, do you?"

The leading man also entered the restaurant. When he saw the flustered little girl, he smiled ruthlessly. Then he walked up to the little girl and slapped her.

The little girl was beaten to the ground. Not only did the people around her not help, but they also silently stayed away from the place where the little girl fell, with indifference in their eyes.