Xiangwu, official road, tea stall.

After a fight, the tea stall re-excited its anger like a phoenix reborn after the disaster. The endless stream of guests filled the small tea stall in a moment.

The four of them sat opposite each other, and the tea owner put four bowls of good tea in front of the four. The middle-aged scholar lowered his head and tasted the tea. He smashed it and continued before bowing to Xiao Yunyi and said, "Thank you for your kindness in your rescue just now, otherwise my master and servant would be afraid...?"

Before the middle-aged scholar could finish his words, Xiao Yun raised his hand and smiled: "You are polite, this uncle, being chivalrous and righteous is what our generation of martial arts should do, so you don't have to be polite!"

The middle-aged scholar glanced at Xiao Yun with admiration, stuck to the long beard under his mouth, sighed suddenly, and said, "I didn't expect that the little brother would have such a heart as he was disturbed today. Is it really a respectable thing to be so confused?"

"Hey...?Uncle is serious. If it weren't for the uncle's heart, I might not have let my little Japanese son go?"

"Little Japan?" The middle-aged scholar obviously didn't understand.

"Ahem... Little Japan means Tartars?" Xiao Yun explained awkwardly.

The middle-aged scholar suddenly realized, stuck to his long beard and laughed, saying, "It's so funny to speak with my little brother! I just saw that my little brother's martial arts are weird, and I wonder where did I learn this skill from?"

Xiao Yun said, "Is this? You are not afraid of being a joke on the uncle. This skill is nothing? Compared to the ancient people who fly over the eaves and walls, the eighteen palms of dragon submersion, the Nine Yin Scriptures, the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, etc., it is simply not worth mentioning?"

"Haha, my little brother is too humble!" The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Just just now, I saw that my little brother was quick and he would come first wherever he went to the swordsmanship. He cut off the enemy's retreat. Therefore, if the enemy wants to hurt others, he must save himself first, which is really awesome."

"What a great guy?" Xiao Yun was secretly surprised. He was using Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do. The boxing principles used by Jeet Kune Do. Just as the uncle in front of him said, he came first and cut off his enemy's retreat. Unexpectedly, the gentle middle-aged scholar in front of him could see through it at first sight, Xiao Yun couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Uncle has been too much. I am not as good as the man from Yamanomura, but not as smart as he is. I just waved a few random sword techniques just now. I didn't expect that a few Japanese would be afraid? Is it really a blessing from the Bodhisattva?" Xiao Yun's tone suddenly changed.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to notice it, and smiled with a sticky beard, but he didn't care.

It was just ten days of the afternoon, and more and more people were drinking tea. Xiao Yun looked at the sky and saw that it was still early, so he sat for a while. At this moment, the owner of the tea stall came over again to serve a bowl of tea. Xiao Yun was so powerful that he was fighting against the Tartar soldiers. The owner of the tea stall saw it with his own eyes and was quite in awe of him. He was more careful when pouring tea than the other three, for fear that he would accidentally sprinkle the tea on Xiao Yun's clothes. Xiao Yun did not expect that he had just repelled a few Tartar soldiers, and he was treated like this, and he couldn't help feeling proud.

"Brother, you are so powerful just now. You beat the Tartars back in a few strokes. You don't even have the power to fight back. You're like a god?" The middle-aged scholar's book boy was full of admiration and said excitedly at Xiao Yun.

"Yes, even I was stunned by the sight. I didn't expect that Brother Xiao had this trick, so I really didn't see it!" Lu Feifei snatched Shutong's words and said to Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun smiled proudly and waved his hand and said, "What's the same as God, I'm not afraid to tell you. I think there are many people like me in my hometown. If I tell you like this, wouldn't they all become gods?"

"Where is Brother Xiao's hometown?" Lu Feifei looked curious.

Xiao Yun secretly scolded Lu Feifei for not opening any pot. He was inexplicably reincarnated in this era. The most feared thing about people is their hometown, because no one believed it when they said it, and maybe they would still be entangled.

"Is Brother Xiao's hometown a deserted place?" Lu Feifei saw that she asked for a while and did not answer. She thought he was worried that his hometown was too remote and others didn't know it, so she deliberately did not say it.

"Of course not. Look at me, do you think I am a person who grew up in a deserted place?" Xiao Yun laughed and said.

"Well, this big brother is very particular about it. Brothers are handsome and talented, and they are rare to have a chivalrous heart. They are indeed not as good as those that can be grown in deserted places?" said the middle-aged scholar's book boy happily.

"Ha, this little brother speaks very beautifully, and it suits my wish. Seeing that you have such an appreciation, I will make an exception today and tell you my hometown to you?"

Shutong was overjoyed: "Thank you, this guy!"

Xiao Yun waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be polite!" He paused and said, "Listen, my hometown is called 'Hong Kong'?"

"Hongkong"

The three of them said in unison.

"What a strange name, 'Hong Kong', but it sounds pretty good? It sounds much better than most people?" Lu Feifei nodded and said.

"Is that natural?" Xiao Yun looked full of pride. His eyes glanced at the middle-aged scholar intentionally or unintentionally. The scholar had not spoken since Xiao Yun was hostile to him. He sat directly above the three of them, with his beard sticking to his beard and motionless, like a clay Buddha.

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Chapter completed!