Beauty Comprehensive 1999

Chapter 262

Led by the waiter, the three of Xie Zihao came to the inner room of the hall.

This place is more exquisite than it looks from the outside, at least it can be called Diaolianghuadong.

In contrast, the houses made by foreigners on the street outside seem much vulgar. Those foreigners seem to only care about making money, and only the rich and powerful figures in Saramento are willing to spend more on their houses. Spend some thought and money.

Being able to build such a traditional oriental style house in the unfamiliar North American continent shows that a lot of hard work should have been paid.

But we Dongguo people always like to show face in everything, so this Cantonese Guild Hall, as the gathering place for Tang people in Saramento, naturally has to support the appearance.

When they came to the door of a room in the inner room, there were two strong men in blue cloth clothes with red scarves on their heads guarding there.

To Xie Zihao's surprise, these two strong men did not wear braids like most other Tang people, but wore short stubble hair, which should belong to monks in ancient times.

Seeing the approaching person, the two strong men just wanted to come over to stop them, they saw Xie Zihao's eyes, and then retreated respectfully, while the man didn't see it, he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"who?"

A middle-aged man's question came from the room.

The next moment the door was pushed open, and a slightly old male voice sounded, the voice was loud and full of air.

"Which fellow daoist made such a joke with the old man?"

There was an inexplicable majesty in the voice, which made several people on the scene startled slightly, but then they all returned to normal again, or such a reaction was abnormal.

A middle-aged man in a long robe and mandarin jacket walked out of it, and stepped aside after opening the door, followed by an old man in a mandarin gown, which is the Taoist priest's uniform.

The old man looked to be in his fifties, with ink-like hair, tied in a bun on top of his head and fixed with a wooden hairpin.Only the temples are tinged with gray.

The Taoist's face is pale and pale, but he has a spirit of energy that makes people feel impressive at a glance.

"Liang Sanshou of the Red Gate of the Poor Daoist, where is this Taoist friend Xianshan?"

This person obviously saw that the people around him had fallen for Xie Zihao's tricks, but he couldn't get rid of it for a while, but Xie Zihao didn't have the slightest idea of ​​underestimating this old man, because what he used was Lan Ran's innate ability. The illusion power bestowed by Itachi, as well as the power of phantom authority, but the other party can touch these few people under his control simply by sound, obviously the cultivation level is not ordinary.

At least from his own point of view, this Liang Sanshou might still be stronger than Liu Shengji, the innate master of the modern Hongmen he had grown up with.

So Xie Zihao also bowed his hands politely in return, saying:

"I've met Liang Daoye. My surname is Xie and my name is Lanran. My ancestors are from the Taiyin School, which is considered a family lineage. If you take the liberty to visit today, you will be offended!"

After speaking, they removed the control over the buddy and others, and these people woke up on the spot like a dream. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help being surprised and wanted to say something.

"The leader! The shopkeeper..."

But seeing the middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper waved his hand at the shopkeeper, the latter immediately stepped back as if he had received an amnesty.

The two strong men stood behind Liang Sanshou with shame on their faces, looking at Xie Zihao with a bit of hostility in their eyes.

"It turned out to be a student of the Taiyin School, please explain it inside..."

At the same time, Liang Sanshou was also thinking about the origin of the Taiyin School in his mind, but after thinking about it until he entered the room and sat down, he didn't expect that there was a practice force in Zhongtu called the Taiyin School, but he knew that in the Shangqing School headed by Maoshan, there was a There may be some origins in the practice of the word Taiyin?
After entering the house, the middle-aged shopkeeper served tea to the guests in person, with the appearance of Liang Sanshou's junior.

The two said a few polite words and introduced their identities to each other. Liang Sanshou glanced at the black soil dressed as an aborigine who had been silent all this time, and asked:

"I don't know what little friend Xie has to teach you here? If you can use the old man, someone Liang won't refuse!"

Although the other party said it politely, Xie Zihao understood that he was only being polite, so he also said frankly:
"My ancestral home is Yongping Prefecture, Hebei Province. I moved overseas due to the war in my early years. I came to Jinzhou today to learn about the local situation. It just so happened that the tribal alliance where the black earth priest belongs was threatened by those ghosts in the east, so I also Follow along and see if we can find some foreign aid!"

After hearing this, Liang Sanshou pondered for a while, and then said:
"Little friends, you need to know the situation in Jinzhou. I, Hongmen, know quite a bit about it, but I'm afraid we can't deal with those foreigners. , In this Golden State, it is like a rootless weed, it has finally taken root, and with the permission of the state legislature to settle here, it is not easy to do such rebellious things."

Xie Zihao smiled slightly when he heard the words, he knew very well about the conservativeness of the Dongguo people since ancient times, unless he couldn't survive, he would definitely not take the road of killing officials and rebelling.

"What Liang Daoye said is indeed reasonable, but has Daoist thought about it, those ghosts in the Laoshizi State Council are really so kind?"

Liang Sanshou frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked:
"What do you think, little friend?"

Xie Zihao went on to say:
"We Tang people have understood the principle of judging the present from the past since ancient times. In Luzon, in Batavia, and in Borneo, where is it that foreigners have established a foundation in the local area through the hard work of our Tang people, and started the land production business. After that, the donkey-killer started the massacre?"

"In the past, Lord Guoxing was furious that the Sbarniians slaughtered our Luzon expatriates, and wanted to launch an army crusade, but it is a pity that after the Lord Guoxing passed away due to illness, he lost the Qingtian of Ming Dynasty. Bai Yuzhu, not only did Lu Song never get revenge, but the great situation of anti-gold was also lost, so that Kang Mazi, a mere child, was able to secure the world..."

Liang Sanshou's face also changed slightly when he heard the words. Obviously, he hadn't thought of this kind of situation, but as he said before, most of them Tang people are just poor people who can't survive in the middle of the earth. If such a situation were to happen, it is unknown how many Tang people would lose their lives because of it.

The middle-aged shopkeeper next to Liang Sanshou reacted more strongly. He bowed his hands to Liang Sanshou and said:

"Third Lord, allow me to say one more thing, what this Mr. Xie said really has to be guarded against!"

"I think back then my grandfather was murdered by the red-haired people in Batavia instigated by the natives in order to conspire against us and other Tang people's family property. My parents had to flee to Borneo with the help of friends, but they were still tortured by the local natives." The bullying of the Yingjili people and the red-haired people, this White Eagle man and the Yingjili people have been passed down in the same line, so it must not be a good thing..."

Liang Sanshou also knew that his subordinate had a rough experience, but he still shook his head slightly and said:
"It's not easy for us to be good citizens of the White Eagle Country in this overseas place. With my old man's abilities, he can't beat a few cannons. Lao Qi, you have to think about those people below!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper was very disappointed when he heard the words, but he still saluted and stepped aside and stopped talking.

Seeing the conversation between the two, Xie Zihao was not angry. If in reality, he would have felt a bit of hatred for his compatriots who were blindly retreating, but this is a dream world, and many things are No need to be so serious!
So he continued to lobby.

"Master Dao is worried that if my Tang people revolt in Jinzhou, the White Eagle Federation will send troops to encircle and suppress it?"

　I started to have a fever in the middle of the night last night, and everyone said I was tricked?
　　Or the common cold?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)