Chapter 289 Copycat

On the street, pedestrians stopped to look at this spectacle.

Four or five people jumped out of the window and played with a stack of arhats.

The shopkeeper looked down from the window, turned around and said in a low voice, "What should I do? What's wrong with this?

Ye 23 raised his eyes and said to the other party, "The shopkeeper's! Don't worry, I'm here!"

The shopkeeper looked at Ye 233, and the bitterness of his face was not eliminated, but became more solemn.

Ye 23 is a little puzzled. He has taken things down. Why is he still with this expression?

At this time, someone in the restaurant said, "You don't seem to know that you have caused a disaster!"

Ye 23 shield looked at it and saw an old man with a silver beard. Now he arched his hand and asked, "Please make it clear!"

The old man with silver beard brushed his beard and said, "It seems that you have just come to Tianshui City, otherwise you would not have heard of the most famous person in Shuicheng today!"

Ye 23 nodded and motioned the other party to continue talking.

"This sick scholar is just a nickname given to him by everyone in Tianshui City. His real name is known to five people, but this person is young!" The old man Yinxu looked at Ye 23 again and then said, "It should be similar to your Excellency, but his cultivation is already unpredictable, and there are few opponents. According to my speculation, this person's cultivation should be a sparrow!"

As soon as this statement came out, it immediately attracted several strange voices.

The silver-haired old man seemed to have been stimulated by something. Huo stood up and shouted, "Do you dare to question the cultivation of the sick scholar!"

As soon as he said this, his eyes swept over the crowd one by one. After seeing that everyone bowed their heads and said nothing, his face became a little more red.

Ye 23 is a little big. The old man nagged for a long time, but didn't say a bean. He was just bragging about how powerful the man was. These seemed to be out of his side, right?

The silver-haired old man seemed to be a victorious attack. After holding his head high and making a victorious posture, he coughed and took over to Ye 23 words: "Then you should have heard that half a month ago, an amazing war broke out outside the city of Tianshui City!"

Ye 23 had a big head again. It seemed that he had just judged that he had just come to Tianshui City, but in order not to let the other party continue to talk nonsense, he nodded.

The silver-haired old man's dizzy eyes were a little more gloomy: "The two sides of that war are the sick scholar and an unknown strong enemy!"

Ye 23 nodded subconsciously again and suddenly said secretly: No!

half a month ago? A big war? Outside Tianshui City? What they said will not be...

At this moment, he interrupted the longing eyes of the silver-haired old man and asked, "You are not always talking about the night of the battle not far from the east gate of Tianshui City, is it?"

The silver-haired old man nodded and said with some relief, "So you heard about it, not bad! It was that war. The two sides fought in an insoluble way. The earth shook and there were many ravines, which was simply a divine battle!"

"..." Ye 23 was completely speechless and said to himself: It seems that he should be talking about himself, right? When did I have a nickname "Sick Scholar"? This is simply too unexpected. On second thought, the people who were thrown out of the window just now seemed to be their own "little brothers", which made me feel embarrassed.

"The cultivation is high, and he is just a villain. What's the big deal!" Someone snorted.

The old man with silver hair's calm face suddenly turned red. He picked up his sleeves and shouted, "What are you talking about! There is a gut to say it again!"

"Say it again, say it again, the sick scholar is just a complete villain!"

The silver-haired old man opened his eyes angrily, jumped over the table, rushed forward, and grabbed the other party's collar: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will destroy you!"

The man who grabbed his collar was a middle-aged man with a jujube-red face. At this moment, he also opened his eyes and opened the other party's hand and shouted, "Am I wrong? Look, what kind of people are under him! I said he was a villain or praised him, he was simply a beast!"

The silver-haired old man's throat rolled, but he couldn't speak. The scene just now made people ask a big question about the character of the sick scholar.

Ye 23 has just been liberated from speechlessness and is helpless: the two sides of the battle seem to have arisen because of him. It seems that one of them is still his first fan in the world, but he doesn't know how to come forward and tell them that he is a sick scholar? I'm afraid it will be laughed off by everyone...

After a brief silence, the silver-bearded old man broke out and rushed up.

The middle-aged man did not show weakness, and the two fought. It is said that the two people's cultivation is also half a catty and eight taels, both of which are silver finches. Naturally, no one can do anything when fighting.

But the way they fight can only make people more helpless, and even Ye 23 can't help shaking his head.

This is not like a battle between monks at all, but like two gangsters fighting, using whatever they touch, slapping each other's big mouths and making tricks under their feet...

At this moment, one person walked up from the stairs.

The man was dressed in a cyan robe and a black belt at his waist. There was a white jade pendant on his belt, emitting a faint light. His hair was coiled up, he was wearing a sword diagonally, and his face was a little pale.

As soon as this person appeared, the two sides stopped fighting.

The silver-haired old man rushed over with excitement and shouted, "Your Excellency... are you a sick... student?"

Some people nodded and said slowly, "Cough, no... cough... wrong! It's just a sick scholar, cough!"

At this point, there was a silence in the hall. Even the middle-aged man who had just said rudely curled up a little. Only the fat Taoist priest sitting in the corner was still humming something and drinking a little wine.

Ye 23 looked at the person in front of him in amazingly: Oh, my God! What kind of world is this! It turns out that in this universe continent, there are also cottages and countless fakes. You can really meet everywhere in the world! But you don't seem to be sick, and you cough so much? Does hanging a sick word have to look like this?

However, he still sincerely admires these cottages! If you haven't seen a sick scholar, I'm afraid there will be such a misunderstanding. The copycat is powerful!

This man glanced at the crowd with his sharp eyes, and finally came to Ye 23-san, coughed twice, and said slowly, "Your Excellency... cough... Aren't you going to... explain next? Cough!"

The black line on Ye 23's face: Shit, I haven't looked for you yet, but you found me first. Do you need to cough so frequently? If you cough any more, aren't you afraid that your heart will cough out?

Seeing that Ye 23 has not replied for a long time, this man couldn't help but stand up: since he became a "sick scholar", who has not seen him respectfully in the past half month.

At that moment, he said coldly, "Good!" Even if he walked forward step by step, he walked calmly, confidently and slowly, but as the distance got closer and closer, his heartbeat became more and more intense: why hasn't he escaped yet?

Ye 23 took a look at the timidity in the depths of the other party's eyes, couldn't help smiling and shaking his head: Although this guy has the ability to copycat, he does not have the quality of copycat!

At this moment, the fat Taoist priest in the corner glanced at this side intentionally or unintentionally, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

This young man is getting closer and closer to Ye 23, but his footsteps unconsciously slow down, but no matter how slow it is, there will finally be a time when his heart hangs to his throat.

A man rushed to him and came to Ye 23: "Don't get up and apologize. Don't worry, as long as you are sincere, the sick scholar will never make it difficult for you!"

Ye 23 was covered with black lines on his forehead. Looking at himself as a hardcore fan, he couldn't say anything.