"Oh? Haha! What the young master said is, whatever you say is what you say, I won't refute it." Mr. Zhao touched the white beard on his chin and smiled happily, saying: "Young master is really a person who speaks frankly and is free and easy. It's really rare. It seems that the scholar did not expect to be a wise man with both civil and military skills."

"What are you talking nonsense? What do you love? Believe it or not, I'll go back now." Qingchen said in shame and anger. It was obvious that the "love her", "love her" and "cherish her" just now, which made Qingchen's heart, which was already a little disappointed and sad, was once again ignited some hope and happiness.

But more often, he was a little embarrassed and angry about Zhang Yang, who was unrestrained in outsiders. Zhang Yang was really not like a scholar, and he was even less like a person influenced by the etiquette of the Central Plains.

"Don't! I'm wrong, heroine, please don't leave." Zhang Yang said in tears: "Is there so many broken things in ancient times? Is there so many red tape that pays attention to this and that? Do you not want others to live? It's really broken things every day, and this year there are many more."

Moreover, at this time, Zhang Yang asked Qingchen to stay, so he could only beg for mercy. Now, he was so "fearing" identity that he was so "I can't escape even if I want to run away. At first, he was still entangled with Qingchen or not, but now he is not only brought with him, but he doesn't want her to leave. Zhang Yang is also afraid of loneliness, especially after these continuous travels, he feels so much that he is even more up.

"Mr. Zhang, benefactor, he is so interesting!" At this time, Biyou looked at Zhang Yang curiously with a look of begging for mercy and crying. He looked like he begging for mercy. I don't know why he felt curious. It was really different from the rich children I knew before, and people from the world have seen many people, but they are not as funny and likable as benefactor Zhang.

"...Don't talk nonsense anymore. I close my eyes and rest. You can have a good chat with Mr. Zhao!" Qingchen ignored Zhang Yang, but closed his eyes and rested in the carriage and held the Zhenwu Sword, ignoring Zhang Yang.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang looked at Qingchen and saw that he was no longer angry, so he felt relieved: "I'm really afraid, this little girl ran away! When did I, Zhang Yang, become so affectionate, and I said that time travelers should not be concerned, now there are bonds, alas!"

"Where did the young master and Miss Qingchen come from? I think the young master is not like a gangster, he really looks like a scholar with no power. And seeing that the young master's skin on his hands is delicate and rosy and his palms are the same, he probably is the young master of a wealthy family!

It's not like the hand of a martial artist, but more like a scholar holding a pen, but the young master is a martial arts master! It's really strange!" Mr. Zhao asked Zhang Yang's origin at this time, and after observing, he said it directly and looked very curious. He probably wanted to find out the origin of Zhang Yang, which is normal and not surprising.

When Zhang Yang heard the old man Zhao’s question, he said depressedly: “What else can we do in our era besides taking a pen? How can we not be a scholar after studying for more than ten years? There is no way to do this. Those who have land in that era are all local tyrants, but we are losers and we don’t have half acre of land even if we farm!

I can only play QQ farms. In that kind of life, not to mention the fine skin of men, but all the women have beautiful women!" Of course, Zhang Yang couldn't say that. First, the old man would think he was a lunatic; secondly, isn't it okay to be troubled? So Zhang Yang thought about it and replied like this.

Zhang Yang replied: "Well, it's a scholar who is a scholar and his parents are in average. As for the issue of practicing martial arts, because of the unique practice of martial arts, it naturally seems that he doesn't seem like those who practice martial arts, his palms are rough and calloused, but fortunately it's not that he can't tie a chicken!"

"Oh! So that's it. I have also met many martial arts heroes, but I don't know which sect the young master? Your special martial arts must be that your internal skills are quite unique, and it has the effect of nourishing the skin. This one looks very much like the ancient tomb sect, but the young master doesn't look like a member of the ancient tomb sect."

The old man gently stroked the silver-white beard and thoughtful. He was obviously not very satisfied with this answer, but he felt curious.

Mr. Zhao's daughter, at this time, had her ears raised and kept staring at Zhang Yang. Fortunately, the old horse knew Tuma, which was not like a car, needed to grasp the direction, and it was a straight road, so naturally there was no need to look ahead. Biyou stared at Zhang Yang, looking very curious, too. Zhang Yang smiled slightly and said, "It's a master invited by my father, but I don't know what the master is, so I'm just his nominal apprentice. Actually, I don't know which sect and what sect I have! Alas, if I have the chance in the future, I will ask him, there is no way!"

At this time, Qingchen opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Yang. The meaning was very obvious: "It's really a lot of lies!" Zhang Yang was embarrassed and quickly explained silently, "Don't expose it! It's a big deal." Qingchen naturally knew what Zhang Yang meant, so he also knew that hiding his identity was the most important thing, so he naturally would not say anything, but then closed his eyes and rested, and no longer asked anything.

"It seems that the nameless master, the young master who does not disclose his name, must be a master, and an extremely powerful hermit master! It is rare, rare, the young master is really a strange man, and he actually has such an adventure." Mr. Zhao was very envious and admired. He glanced at Zhang Yang and then thought of something, and asked hurriedly: "Young Master, you are a scholar, right?"

"...Yes!" Zhang Yang was nervous. I don't know why he admitted that he was a scholar in ancient times and was looked at him excitedly. He was so nervous: "Why have you been reading for more than ten years? In ancient times, I feel guilty when I say that he is a scholar? What are you doing! Don't be cowardly, hold on, why can't this old man do!"

——Acknowledging that he was a scholar, he became guilty and became arrogant! I felt that he had been reading fake books for more than ten years, and he seemed very guilty and was stared at by Mr. Zhao.

"I would like to ask my son to teach me about my daughter's poems. This time she met in Beijing, not only officials but also a big family of scholars. My daughter's poems are a bit ordinary, so I would like to ask my son to give me some advice!

It's just right now, and there's nothing wrong. Please give me some advice. At that time, my old friend is a poet. He is a good person when he asks about the little girl, and he has some good opinions and understanding of poetry!"

"I would like to ask my kindness for advice, the little girl is honored."

Zhang Yang was confused and had the thought of crying! He immediately turned his head to ask for help from Yu Qingchen. Unexpectedly, he saw Qingchen open his eyes and looked at him with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, and his shoulders were shaking slightly. Zhang Yang suddenly felt even more crying and was speechless: "My uncle! Pretend to be a scholar - I am very simple!"
Chapter completed!