There are many kinds of people, but there is only one kind of person that does not exist, that is, he is born noble.

However, no matter which world, there will be class differences, which are all based on some specific foundations. In this storm and rainy world, strength is the supreme. Putting aside strength, it is identity. Just like Liu Yiqing, even if he does not have the identity of a drunkard, he is also the son of the head of the Langya Sword Sect. This identity is placed in the world, and I hope it is enough for him to be rampant.

Perhaps it is a little bit short. It is undeniable that Liao Zhiyuan, the young owner of Yunshan Villa, was destined to become the kind of person that many people envy since he was born. This is because of his identity. Instantly, he was the number one playboy in the Biyang Mansion.

Whether it is Liu Yiqing or Liao Zhiyuan, they all have the same identities, they are all disciples of major sects and direct disciples, and they have possessed them since they were born. They have a very peaceful mindset, seeing mountains as mountains and water as water.

But there is another type of person with a high status. He can trample mountains and dirt, and he can walk over it directly. This is also commonly known as the nouveau riche. Just like Gu Qingci before, after gaining strong strength, his mentality did not change so quickly, and he no longer likes to use his brain.

Now, Gu Qingci looked at the disciple of the Xuannv Palace named Ling'er coldly. He could tell at a glance that this person's strength was just a second-rate warrior, but he was so arrogant. He was the kind of person who suddenly gained his identity and could not see himself clearly.

If Gu Qingci had drawn his sword before, but now his mentality is different. A clown or a little straightforward, an ant jumping in front of a great practitioner is not worthy of his immediate glance at him and conspiracy with such a person, and it will only seem disgraceful.

Gu Qingci just looked at Ling'er, then looked at Mu Yiyu, and politely said, "Goodbye!"

Mu Yiyu also glared at Ling'er and hurriedly said to Gu Qingci: "Don't blame me, my junior sister is young and not very sensible. I hope my senior sister will not care. In addition, I also ask my senior sister to give up her. My junior sister likes this horse very much..."

Gu Qingci shook his head, said, "Sorry, this horse has no chance with her." Then he turned over and rode his horse and ran towards the street corner, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, you guys, stop me!"

When Ling'er saw Gu Qingci leaving, she yelled in a hurry. She drew out her long sword and was about to chase after her, but she was stopped by Mu Yiyu and said coldly: "Junior sister, okay, if they don't want to, why should you force me!"

"But, senior sister, that person died so rudely. We all reported to leave the master. He was so disrespectful. He looked down on our Xuannv Palace. I must teach him some lessons." Ling'er said unconvincedly.

Mu Yiyu grabbed Ling'er's sword and threw it back into the scabbard. She was a little angry. She remembered that the master had always emphasized that she wanted her to take care of her junior sister more, so she endured it and said, "Okay, others don't owe me anything to my Xuannv Palace, and they didn't say anything insulted. Stop this matter, you can pick another horse!"

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The bluestone street stretches far and far away. There is no business on the houses on both sides, but some green branches occasionally pop out from the walls, swaying in the sun.

Gu Qingci walked in the street with a big dark horse.

Suddenly, a few faint sounds of huqin came from a lane. The sound of huqin seemed to be sighing, and it seemed to be crying. A trace of floating waves came, which made people feel sad in their hearts. Then, there was a sound of catering songs, and the girl's voice made people feel even more uncomfortable:

"The smoke is cold, the moon is half short,

At that time, it was the peaks on the branches.

But today I'm just a single person.

Memories just filled.

You are a green mountain, you encounter leisure time,

I'm a bird-drenched

The flowering branches slightly lower the strings,

The rain of pecking flowers is everywhere

…”

Gu Qingci stood by the alley and looked over. An old man was playing the erhu, and a little girl was standing next to the old man and singing music with her voice on her lips. Some people passed by listened for a while, shook their heads and left, while others threw down a few cents in the broken bowl.

It seems that a pair of grandparents and grandchildren are singing, and that little girl, Gu Qingci, happened to see it. It was the little girl picking peach blossoms I met not long ago on the shore of peach blossoms. There was an incense burner slowly floating with smoke at her feet.

The singing came to an abrupt end. When the little girl saw Gu Qingci, she said in surprise: "Big brother, it's such a coincidence!"

Gu Qingci smiled happily, tied the big black horse to a tree, slowly walked into the alley, took out a little broken silver from his arms and put it in a bowl. The old man who played the erhu stopped, stood up slowly, bowed, and said, "Thank you, my elder brother, for the reward!"

Gu Qingci withdrew his sleeves and slowly held the ceremony and said, "You are polite, your erhu is very good."

The old man sat down slowly and said, "If the young master likes me, I will play a song for you. This song is called "As soon as you enter the underworld!"

"Okay," Gu Qingci nodded and said, "Let me listen!"

The sound of the Erhu was desolate, and one after another passed far away. It seemed a little ethereal in this empty alley, which made people sigh that the only few listeners also slowly left.

The alley is not very wide, but it is long and long, with moss on the walls. An old man is playing the piano with his eyes slightly closed, and a little girl is standing next to a young man. The young man seems to be a little intoxicated.

The fog in the incense burner gradually became less and less lighter. Gu Qingci looked at it and said softly: "The spice tastes good, so why not add it if you add it?"

There were few huqins, and the sound of it was tear-jerking. The old man pulled it intoxicatedly. Hearing Gu Qingci's words, he slowly opened his eyes and said slowly: "This fragrance is called ambergris, it is a rare spice, and the old man has not had much inventory."

Gu Qingci stood quietly and said, "Ambergris is hard to find. Since an old man can afford ambergris, why should he come here to sing? It's really not good to bring a little girl."

The old man shook his head with the music. His movements were not large, but they were very charming. He seemed to have not heard Gu Qingci's words, and he still said to himself: "The smell of ambergris is quiet, refreshing, and can also keep healthy. It is rumored that it was made by the real dragon. Later, the human clouds had a strange fragrance. They burned one of the sorrows, and the green smoke floated in the air, and they did not dissipate, like pumice stones and were light."

Gu Qingci didn't speak, listened quietly. The little girl next to her had bright eyes. She stared at Gu Qingci without stopping, but didn't talk, just kept beating her fingers.

The old man was still saying: "There is another grass called Zhuxian Grass. This grass is extremely rare. Grind it into powder and burn it. It tastes different, is extremely toxic, destroys people's skills and cuts people's meridians. Someone discovered that ambergris with Zhuxian Grass can cover up the meaning of Zhuxian Grass and hurt people invisibly..."

"Bang"
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