Wen Renjue pulled Jiu'er and slowly walked away from that street and turned into another street that was slightly narrower but a hundred times cleaner.
As Jiuer walked, she was thinking about how she would live after leaving Wenrenjue in the future, and what kind of attitude she would live in. After thinking about it, she finally found nothing to pay attention to.
All in all, she knew too little about the world... So, she decided that in the future, if possible, she would often go out and see, and what's more, she had to start thinking of ways to get some.
money.
This world is not like what is written in novels. If you just knock on a door and say I want to stay for a night, people will open their doors to give you shelter and food... When you go out, everything is necessary.
Money.
Wenren never seemed to be walking attentively. His gaze always seemed to be looking forward, but he always inadvertently noticed Jiu'er's every move and every expression, and never let go of it.
There is always a slight smile on the corner of Quan's mouth, and the upward angle of the corner of his mouth is like something carved on a painting, more like a mask...
"Don't you have Jianghu there?" Wen Renjue suddenly said, walking even slower.
Jiu'er was stunned for a moment, then nodded, but then shook his head again. "I'm not sure, but even if there is, it's not like you here, where everyone has peerless martial arts..." The small town where she used to live, the most
The bad ones are those gangsters in the alley, people who just rely on their strength and agility to kill each other. Not only do those people not know any martial arts, but they are also very timid, so every time she scares them, she has no achievements.
feel.
That kind of thing shouldn’t be considered a jianghu! Doesn’t it say in the novel that once you enter the jianghu, you can’t help it?
As for the little gangsters she knew, when they got older, they would all get married and start a business, and they would no longer be involved in the world.
"Do the people there don't know martial arts?" Wen Renjue squinted his eyes and asked again, his tone even more casual.
Jiuer gave a gracious expression, "For us there, martial arts is not important at all."
They don't need to know Qinggong, they can fly freely in the blue sky, relying on airplanes; they don't need to know martial arts, they can also fight with each other, and can fight one against ten thousand, relying on weapons.
"Not important?" Wen Renjue frowned slightly and glanced at Jiu'er with deeper suspicion.