Chapter 342

Mo Fan and others have eaten, and almost all the drinkers are tired. At this time, they withdrew the banquet, put a few cups of warm tea and a few plates of peanuts. Everyone took a break to understand the wine, and then chatted again.

Except for Yu Yi, a bottomless wine jar.

Everyone talked about things. Naturally, they were surrounded ten days ago. At first, they talked about Yu Yi's martial arts skills, but now they are talking about who can gather benevolence and justice. Looking at the number of people at that time, it is definitely a team of medium and large guilds.

Ice City has always been a small city. Although it is beautiful, there are no all kinds of shops, no dazzling shops, no auction houses, not even the most basic weapons shops, just a restaurant, a rice shop, a charcoal shop, a grocery store that only sells firewood, rice, oil and salt, and almost all the rest are residential houses. This kind of city without commercial atmosphere and supply, this kind of city, small guilds disdain, not to mention this kind of medium and large guild.

Mo Fan listened to the discussion and sat with a smile. Mr. Wen was talking with Murong Ziyi about some painting problems. Mr. Wen is really eager to learn. Now his skills are very good and he is also steadily improving, but he is still thirsty for knowledge and not ashamed to ask questions. In this way, he is better than some animal bricklayers. There are many standards, and I don't know that they receive high wages and eat national meals every day. They are either a group of unlearned people or always study in strange directions. In his memory, some beast bricklayers actually give the position of the Chinese dragon totem to a ridiculous one because foreign dragon is a symbol of evil. Panda. Although it was a long time ago, when I saw Mr. Wen like this, I couldn't help but think of this funny farce.

At the same time, I can't help slandering: If the descendants of the Dragon God know about this, will they be furious and destroy the whole Chinese beast bricklayer?

When he read this, Mo Fan couldn't help laughing,

The two were talking about a problem to discuss with Mo Fan. Seeing Mo Fan suddenly laugh, Murong Ziyi said, "Son, what's wrong with you? Is there anything interesting?"

Mo Fan said, "No, I just thought of something funny."

Mr. Wen said, "What's funny?"

Mo Fan said, "That's right, I feel that those animal bricklayers who eat national food are not as good as Mr. Wen. This kind of shameless and endless learning attitude is much better than those who eat for nothing."

Mr. Wen shook his hand repeatedly and said, "How can I compare with those great Confucian giants? Mr. Mo praises me too much."

"Great Confucian giant?" Mo Fan sneered: "Even now after the revival of culture, those so-called Confucian giants have only got the three true rhyme of their representative culture. They are as proud as anything else. It's extremely ridiculous that any three-year-old child can refute them."

Mr. Wen was stunned. At this moment, Mo Fan's sense of peace gradually faded away, and a sense of arrogance burst out, as if he would not see anyone under the sky. But it doesn't give him a sense of being arrogant, which is simply that Mr. Mo has the ability to look at the world.

Murong Ziyi looked aside and said, "Son, you have an old temper again."

When everyone thinks right, they all look at Yu Yi.

Yu Yi was unrestrained. After taking a sip of wine, he was about to go out of the door.

Mo Fan quickly stopped him, and then asked Mr. Wen to draw a map of the Fox Cave based on his memory, which made Yu Yi go out.

After Yu Yi left, everyone was not interested in drinking tea and chatting, and the atmosphere suddenly sank.

Mo Fan said, "Don't worry. If something really happens, it's a big deal to break into the Longtan Tiger's den again."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing. That day, that kind of battle rushed over, and they were afraid of it. Suddenly, they drank tea, ate melon seeds, and talked loudly, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Mo Fan patted the anxious Mr. Wen and said, "Believe Yu Yi, believe them."

Mr. Wen looked at Mo Fan and saw the latter smile. Unconsciously, the wisp of uneasiness disappeared and bowed: "I'm really... lost my temper."

Mo Fan said, "You're welcome."

Murong Ziyi said, "This is Mr. Wen's gentlemanly demeanor. You should respect it."

Mo Fan couldn't help laughing and said, "You even made fun of me."

Suddenly, the uneasy atmosphere was resolved, and the three talked about the problem of painting.