Beauty Comprehensive 1999

Chapter 262 Mr. Liang from the Red Gate

Under the guidance of the waiter, Xie Zihao and the other three came to the back room of the club.

This place is more beautiful than it looks from the outside, at least it can be called a carved beam or a painted building.

In comparison, the houses built by foreigners on the streets outside look much cruder. Those foreigners seem to only care about making money, and only the rich and powerful people in Saramento are willing to spend more on their houses. Spend some thought and money.

To be able to build such a traditional oriental style house in the unfamiliar North American continent shows that a lot of effort must have been put into it.

However, we Dongguo people always like to show dignity in everything, so as the Guangdong Guild Hall is a gathering place for the Tang people in Saramento, it is natural to prop up the facade.

When they arrived at the door of a room in the back, there were two strong men in blue cloth clothes and red scarves tied on their heads guarding there.

What surprised Xie Zihao was that neither of these two strong men wore braids like most other Tang people, but had short stubble, which should have been a hairstyle reserved for monks in ancient times.

Seeing the person approaching, the two strong men were about to come over to stop him, but they saw Xie Zihao's eyes, and then respectfully stepped away. The man didn't notice but stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"who?"

A middle-aged man asked a question from inside the room.

The next moment the door was pushed open, and a slightly older male voice sounded, his voice was loud and full of energy.

"Which fellow Taoist made such a joke with Lao Ruan's disciples?"

There was a hint of inexplicable majesty in the voice, which made several people at the scene look slightly startled, but then they all returned to normal again, or this kind of reaction was abnormal.

A middle-aged man wearing a long mandarin jacket walked out. After opening the door, he stepped out of the way, and then came an old man wearing a long mandarin jacket, which was the Taoist priest's regular uniform.

This old man looked to be about fifty years old. His hair was like ink, tied in a bun on top of his head and fixed with a wooden hairpin. Only his temples were gray.

The Taoist's face is pale, but he has a vitality that makes a deep impression on people at a glance.

"I'm a poor Taoist named Hongmen Liang Sanshou. I wonder where this fellow Taoist is in the Immortal Mountain?"

This person obviously saw that several people around him were falling for Xie Zihao's trick, but they were unable to remove it for a while. However, Xie Zihao had no idea of ​​underestimating this veteran, because he used Aizen's innate ability, Mirror Flower, Water Moon, and borrowed it. He had the power of illusion given by Itachi and a hint of illusory authority, but the other party was able to touch the few people he controlled simply with his voice. It was obvious that his cultivation was not ordinary.

At least from his own perspective, this Liang Sanshou was probably still stronger than Liu Shengji, the innate master of the modern Red Sect whom he knew.

So Xie Zihao politely returned the gift and said:

"I've met Mr. Liang Dao. My surname is Xie Lanran. My ancestor came from the Taiyin Sect. It's a family tradition. I'm so offended by my presumptuous visit today!"

With that said, he removed his control over the waiter and the others, and these few people woke up from a dream on the spot. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but be surprised and wanted to say something.

"The head of the meeting! The shopkeeper..."

But when the middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper waved his hand to the waiter, the latter immediately retreated as if he had been granted amnesty.

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

"It turns out he is a disciple of the Taiyin Sect. Please tell me..."

At the same time, Liang Sanshou was also thinking quickly about the origin of the Taiyin Sect. However, after thinking about it until he entered the room and sat down, he did not expect that there was any cultivation force in the Central Plains called the Taiyin Sect. However, he knew that there was a cultivator named Taiyin Sect in the Shangqing Sect headed by Maoshan.

Maybe there are some origins in the practice path of Taiyin?

Entering the house, the middle-aged shopkeeper personally entertained the guests and served tea, looking like a junior Liang Sanshou.

The two exchanged a few polite words and introduced each other's identities. Liang Sanshou glanced at the black man dressed as an aboriginal who had been silent and asked:

"I wonder what little friend Xie has learned here? If the old man is needed, Mr. Liang would not refuse!"

Although the other party said it politely, Xie Zihao understood that it was just polite, so he said frankly:

"My ancestral home is Yongping Prefecture, Hebei Province. I moved overseas due to war in my early years. I came to Jinzhou today to learn about the local situation. It just so happened that the tribal alliance of this black earth priest was threatened by those ghosts in the east, so I also

Follow along and see if you can find some foreign aid!"

After hearing this, Liang Sanshou pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Little friend, you want to know about the situation in Jinzhou. I, Hongmen, know a lot about it. However, those foreigners have strong ships and powerful guns. I'm afraid we can't deal with them. We are just poor people who have no choice but to leave the rented land and make a living overseas.

, I am like a rootless tree in this Golden State. It is difficult for me to take root and get permission from the state assembly to settle here, but it is difficult for me to do such rebellious things."

Xie Zihao smiled slightly when he heard this. He knew very well about the conservative nature of the Dongguo people since ancient times. Unless he couldn't survive, he would definitely not embark on the path of killing officials and rebelling.

"What Mr. Liang said is indeed reasonable, but has he ever thought about whether 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 continued:

"We Tang people have understood the principle of looking at the present from the past since ancient times. In Luzon, Batavia, and Borneo, there is no place where foreigners have established local foundations and run the field business through the diligence of us Tang people.

After that, the massacre started by killing the donkey?"

"In the past, Mr. Guo Xing was so angry that the Spaniards massacred our Luzon residents, and wanted to raise an army to attack him. Unfortunately, God did not miss the year. After Mr. Guo Xing passed away due to illness, we lost this Qingtian of the Ming Dynasty.

Bai Yuzhu, not only was Lu Song's revenge never avenged, but the good situation of opposing Jin was also lost because of this, so that Kang Mazi, a mere child, was able to secure the world..."

Liang Sanshou's face changed slightly when he heard this. Obviously, he had never thought of this situation, but as he said before, most of them Tang people were just poor people who could not survive in China and traveled across the ocean. If

If we were to encounter this situation, we don’t know how many Tang people would lose their lives.

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

"Third Master, allow me to say one more thing. What Mr. Xie said must be guarded against!"

"I think back then my grandfather was killed by the red-haired people in Batavia instigated by the natives, in order to seize the property of the Tang people like us. My parents had to flee to Borneo with the help of friends, but they still suffered a lot from the local natives.

Being bullied by the Yingjili people and the red-haired people, the White Eagle people are the same as the Yingjili people, so they must not be good people..."

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 Kingdom in this overseas place. My old man's abilities are not worth a few cannons. Lao Qi, you have to think about the people below!"

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked very disappointed when he heard this, but he still returned the gift and stepped aside without saying anything.

Seeing the conversation between these two people, Xie Zihao was not angry. If in reality, he would have felt a little bit resentful when meeting such compatriots who kept retreating. But this is a dream world, and many things are just like that.

No need to be so serious!

So he continued to lobby.

"Master Dao is worried that once our Tang people start an uprising in Jinzhou, the White Eagle Federation will send troops to encircle and suppress them?"

I have had a fever since midnight last night and it has been running till now. Do you think I am infected?

Or a common cold?

(End of chapter)