I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Light and rain swayed, Sanskrit sounds burst out, and an old man with fairy demeanor, white hair and childlike face fell from the sky and landed in front of Huang Guangcai.

He was shrouded in a ball of bright golden light, Sacred was extraordinary, like a fairy descending from the mortal world.

"Young man, the old man is amazed to see your bones. You are extremely talented, and you may have the talent of a spirit emperor. I would like to have a good relationship with you. I wonder if you are willing?"

The old man stroked his long beard, and when he looked at Huang Guangcai, his eyes shone brightly, as if looking at a peerless piece of uncut jade.

"Old Immortal, you...are you talking to me?"

Huang Guangcai was dumbfounded, breathing rapidly, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

When he was the most aggrieved, a supreme powerhouse descended from the sky, saying that he had the qualifications of the Ling Emperor and that he would have a good relationship with him.

This scene was so unreal that Huang Guangcai thought he was dreaming.

The old man nodded, smiled kindly and said, "You are a dragon among men, but you have been bullied by others. This old man would like to grant you the supreme magic power to help you avenge your hatred."

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Without further ado, Huang Guangcai knelt down in front of the old man, his mouth opened and closed, he was so excited that he couldn't utter a word.

The old man twitched his fingers and smiled, and pointed out that an incomparably mysterious scripture was injected into Huang Guangcai's mind.

"I am a dragon among men, and I have the talent of a spirit emperor. When I practice the supernatural powers, it will be the death of Ji Mo, a bastard."

Full of hope, Huang Guangcai bid farewell to the old man, and decided to devote himself to cultivation first, and then come to Ji Mo to avenge the shame of today after he has achieved great success.

It was not until Huang Guang left.

The old man's kind expression disappeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The wine bag and rice bag, let's use the waste for now, let you try his depth."

Then, looking at Ji Mo's courtyard in the distance, the old man said to himself, "Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. You have lived here for eight years like ordinary people. You must be very proud in your heart, thinking that you have successfully deceived everyone."

"However, the old man's eyes are like a torch, and he has already seen through everything."

"There is a big good fortune here, you come here to live in seclusion, you must want to get a foot in and get a share of the pie."

"This old man has been watching you secretly for several years, and it's time to test your quality. If you don't have supernatural powers, you are not qualified to participate in this carnival."

The old man showed an expression that he was holding the wisdom pearl and everything was under control.

In fact, Huang Guangcai is just one of his pawns.

What a dragon among men, the appearance of Heavenly Emperor, are all lies.

There is no such thing as a pie in the sky in the world, everything is just a calculation.

"What on earth does this old Buxiu want to do? He has been spying on me for several years?"

Ji Mo stared at the old man in the distance, his scalp was numb, and he felt a chill all over his body.

The old man thought that he had been observing Ji Mo secretly, but he didn't know that Ji Mo already knew about it.

But Ji Mo didn't know the real intention of the old man, and regarded him as a sick old man with voyeurism.

"Boys, you have to learn to protect yourself at any time."

From the other's sinister eyes and increasingly weird smile, Ji Mo always felt that danger was coming, and he panicked.

Who wouldn't be afraid of being targeted by an old man with evil tastes?

"Or, give yourself some weapons to defend yourself."

Such a thought popped up in Ji Mo's mind.

Moreover, it may be a long time since he has practiced blacksmithing skills, so he just took the opportunity to practice some.

There was no iron material at home, so Ji Mo decided to go to the town to buy some, took a backpack, and went out.

Today's Baishou Town is obviously much more lively than in the past.

On the street, there are many literati and poets, and many young male cultivators are carrying guqin on their backs, holding piano scores, and communicating enthusiastically.

Filled with curiosity, Ji Mo saw an acquainted peddler and asked what happened.

"Doctor Ji, do you want to get rich overnight? Do you want to save your life from struggling? This is your chance."

The hawker was very enthusiastic and explained to Ji Mo.

On weekdays, Ji Mo often treats some poor people in the town for free. Everyone also calls him Doctor Ji, and he is quite well-known in the town, and his popularity is very good.

"I heard that City Lord Wen of Mingyue City urged the marriage, and Wen Xi, the daughter of the Wen Mansion, hid in our town."

"Miss Wenxi is going to hold a grand event at the beginning of next month. She will make friends with her qin, and it is very likely that she will take the opportunity to find Mr. Ruyi Scepter."

"So during this period of time, a large number of literati and cultivators have poured into our Baishou Town, all of them are from Ms. Chongwen." "If you can be attracted by Ms. Wen, and join the Wen family, you will enjoy endless glory and wealth."

"Doctor Ji, why don't you go to the event too, with your handsome appearance, maybe Miss Wen will fall in love with you at a glance?"

The peddler told the whole story one by one, and even smiled and encouraged Ji Mo to participate in the event.

Ji Mo came to a sudden, no wonder these people are so bloody, they are all thinking about eating soft food.

He has also heard about Wen Xi, who has an outstanding literary talent and superb piano skills, and has the reputation of the most talented woman in Southwest China.

But getting married?

Ji Mo suddenly lost interest, barking the door backwards is not suitable for him.

Walking to the blacksmith's shop in the town, along the way, the sound of silk and bamboo, one after another, came to my ears non-stop.

Ji Mo shook his head straight after listening, can these also be called music?

When passing a residential house.

Attracted by the sound of the piano, Ji Mo stopped in his tracks.

After listening for a while, he frowned.

The player who plays the piano should be a beginner, not very old, and his fingering can be heard from the sound of the piano, but what is commendable is that the sound of the piano is full of childlike innocence.

What made Ji Mo frown was that the sound of the piano was accompanied by bursts of unbearable insults.

He pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

"You are a pig, so stupid, you are so stupid, you can't remember such a simple fingering, stretch out your hand..."

A man with the appearance of a master, with an impatient face, raised a ruler and slapped a girl's palm fiercely.

The little girl is only seven or eight years old, with two cupolas tied in the sky, very naughty and cute.

But at this moment, tears welled up in his eyes, and he bit Fenfen's little lips, stubbornly not letting himself cry.

Her white and tender little hands were beaten purple and blue, like a pig's trotter, the master didn't have the slightest bit of mercy, and the attack was very ruthless.

"stop."

Ji Mo couldn't see it, and spoke out to stop it, there are people who beat children like this.

The master glanced at it, and waved away impatiently, "My master is educating the students, so don't outsiders take care of it. Go away, it's none of your business."

"Teachers, preaching and accepting karma solve doubts. And qin players are elegant and upright, restraining evil, and correcting people's hearts. People like you are not worthy of being a teacher, let alone playing the qin."

Ji Mo was full of anger and looked directly at his master.

Under his awe-inspiring reprimand, the master felt ashamed.

"You are a mud leg, and you are also worthy of Tanqin?"

The master was ashamed and shouted, "Do you know the piano? Do you know what Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, and Yu are? What are Sanyin, Harmony, and Pressing? Not to mention the technique..."

The master was domineering, and asked a series of questions, trying to regain his position.

But just halfway through the words, he suddenly shut up, his face full of disbelief.