In Yunxi Town, a town with simple folk customs, a group of children are chasing a young man in tattered clothes in the streets and alleys.
The boy is fourteen years old, and he does not look like a young man from a wealthy family. He has a dark complexion, and his eyebrows are filled with the unique cleverness of a young man.
The young man was running ahead and accidentally knocked a fruit vendor backwards.
The man regained his composure and burst out with a customary curse.
The young man smiled playfully, ignored the man, made a face, put one or two oranges into his arms, and ran away.
A group of seventeen or eight children were walking through the streets. Even the most bookish old master would shake his head and sigh that rotten wood cannot be carved.
Passing by one of the busiest streets, there was a cold girl of thirteen or fourteen years old outside a teahouse.
Holding a mottled old pipa, she wore a light yellow plain dress. Her figure was thin and heartbreaking, and her face was sickly pale. A piece of white gauze half covered her face, but the beauty that could not be concealed was astonishing.
Even though the clothes are simple, the behavior is elegant and has the unique style of a small family. If you are born into a wealthy family, by the time you reach the age of Mei Biao, you may have to cross the threshold to propose marriage.
The only fly in the ointment is that she has a pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes, but her pupils are pale and pale.
The girl slowly opened her voice and sang a ditty that has been passed down since ancient times. It tells the story of a young girl who has just begun to fall in love. They fell in love at first sight by the river, broke a reed as a token, and made a private commitment for life.
The singing voice is like a graceful little bird, dancing on the edge of the clouds under the bright sun.
Surrounded by four or five local soldiers and gangsters who smelled of alcohol, they didn't wait for the girl to sing a pornographic song full of erotic lyrics, and stared straight at the girl's waist, fearing that they would miss any chance of feasting their eyes.
Opportunity.
A middle-aged soldier with a red face was just about to touch the girl's jade hand when he saw an equally worn-out iron bowl pressed into his body, followed by a stream of water that was like swill that had been soaked in a cesspit for more than half a year.
The stench hit, and everyone hurriedly retreated.
"Those who are rich will get money, and those who have no money..." At this point, the kid who was not as tall as a country soldier rolled his eyes.
The leader of the country soldiers was very angry. Just as he was about to teach this ignorant brat a lesson, he suddenly heard a crackling sound under the crotch of the baby's pants, followed by another wave of unspeakable stench.
The child holding the bowl was seven or eight years old. He patted himself in the sun and stirred up a lot of dust. His hair was greasy and sticky, his nose was dripping with mucus and he was sniffing. His eyes were particularly unkind.
There was a wiggle under the nose.
"What a damn bad luck, let it go." Several soldiers spat, threw a copper plate into the iron bowl, cursed and walked away.
The other people who were watching also dispersed. The girl named He Xi covered her face and smiled, and touched in the direction of her brother's words. The younger brother He Xu chuckled, rubbed his nose, and the half piece of blue brick hanging on his butt cracked.
It fell to the ground with a sound.
He Xu of He Xi is the most brave in the world!
He Xi's body trembled, like a little beast with red eyes, grinning at Xia Ze who was passing by. The boy ignored him, spread out his hands, put his thumbs against his cheeks, flapped his elephant ears and made a face.
, and walked away.
The dozen or so followers behind him were making faces in the same way. If He Xi hadn't pulled him away, the "Three Altar Haihui Great God Gold Brick" behind He Xu would have killed everyone.
When they came to a tea shop, a group of little ghosts tacitly tiptoed and kept silent.
The owner of this shop was a graceful woman who lost her husband early in life. The neighbors felt sorry for her, so some kind-hearted people scraped together some money for her, and then they arranged for the funeral of the man.
This tea shop was barely managed with the remaining money. The woman is skillful and can make steamed buns, noodles and all kinds of food. She is diligent and works hard, getting up early and staying late. After a year, regardless of whether she is rich or not, there will always be a little surplus.
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Just looking at this pretty woman, the men in the town had sexual feelings. When they went to business, their eyes were like knives, and they took a hard look at the woman's chest. Over time, the town somehow became...
There were rumors that the woman had a licentious style and was stealing men secretly.
The young man took the woman who was making tea at the back of the shop, and secretly reached out to the buns in the steamer. He didn't expect that the buns had just been taken out of the oven, and the fire went out. He leaned down and couldn't see the heat clearly.
He howled and screamed.
The woman was also quite aggressive. She scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it over.
"Lu Ying, you shrew, you killed my parents and my brother, you want to kill me too!" The young man wiped his face and cursed loudly.
The woman gritted her teeth, scooped up a ladle of water and poured the boy into a drowned rat.
"Xia Ze, don't I owe you a debt? You are thirteen or fourteen, and you come to my shop every day to cause trouble. Do you still think of me as your sister-in-law?"
The young man simply stopped hiding and let the water droplets fall from his head, mockingly saying: "What's the matter with eating a few of your steamed buns? What you owe me will never be repaid in the next life. If you don't give me food, I'll give you a few good friends."
Let the man eat."
Behind him were a dozen little babies, the youngest of which had just learned to walk. He was currently being held in the arms of his older sister.
Everyone was shouting and yelling, all using slang that they had learned from teenagers. In other shops not far away, several people who were working hard to make a living put down their work and came out to watch the fun.
Lu Ying's face turned red and white in anger at these words. Finally, she threw the gourd in her hand to the ground, started sobbing, and rambled about how miserable her life was.
There is such a debt collector on the stall.
When the young man known as Xia Ze saw this, he didn't care about the heat. He quickly grabbed a few steaming buns and put them in his arms. As soon as he stepped out of the shop, he turned back and picked up the water ladle on the ground.
Walking out of the shop, he threw it at the door of a certain gangster who usually liked to take advantage of him. He smashed the gourd and water gourd into pieces, and then smeared his saliva viciously on it. The house quickly closed the door tightly, and at most he just cursed in secret.
A little bastard who has no one to teach him.
After Xia Ze and a group of children left quickly, Lu Yingcai walked out of the shop and picked up the bun on the ground. There was a dark slap mark on the bun.
A group of little children followed the boy, once again walking through the busy alleys, and came to a ruined temple. They picked up bundles of straw poles and sat down side by side. They were all children from poor families, dressed in rags.
People in twos and threes put their heads up and ate each bun. Some of them finished their little bit, and looked eagerly at what others were holding. The more sensible ones took a careful bite, licked their lips, and chewed up the buns.
Feed the buns to the little baby in your arms.
Xia Ze sighed: "God, if you could open your eyes and take a look at these dolls, take a good look at them."
The old man next to him laughed and said: "A half-year-old boy has a heart of a Bodhisattva, which is very valuable."
The old man is known as the beggar. It is said that he came from the north seven or eight years ago and made a living by telling fortunes at first. The old man claimed that he roughly knew how to count plum blossoms and could predict good and bad luck. He lived a pretty good life by inscribing inscriptions on stores to tell fortunes.
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One day later, for some reason, he went crazy. He jumped into the manure pit wearing a monk's robe and foamed at the mouth, as if he had a serious illness. From that day on, Mr. Qi'er's illness became better and worse, and he squatted down when he had nothing to do.
Sitting in the most prosperous place in Yunxi Town, if you say something bad to anyone you see, "Sir, if your seal turns black, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster."
Anyone who wants to curse angrily is really unlucky and has a bad temper, so he just rolls up his sleeves and beats him violently. No, after a while Xia Ze came back from fishing in the river. When he saw the old man, he fell to the ground with a groan on his head.
He was beaten so hard that he was bleeding, and he was barely breathing.
In the dog days of summer, the eggs would be cooked soon after they were dropped on the ground. If the old man was left lying here, he would probably stink in a few days. Xia Ze couldn't bear it, so he carried him back to the temple and used some herbs to help him first.
After the bleeding stopped, I went to the medical clinic in the town to beg my grandfather and grandma. Only then did Dr. Du relent and get a few doses of medicine on credit.
Oddly enough, Master Qi Er drank the medicine and was able to walk the next day. Xia Ze initially suspected that this old guy was deliberately pretending to be dead to gain sympathy, and he was also worried that this old guy was just having a flashback before his death.
The son's father said to him, "Little brother, look at the bright glow of the sky in your heavenly place. I'm sure you are a god descending to earth. In time, you will definitely achieve an imperial career."
The two hit it off immediately. Mr. Qier has some skills, but he is sometimes good and sometimes not.
For example, one day the old man suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, little brother Xia Ze, with this overwhelming nobility, your fortune is very good today, but it may take some trouble to keep this windfall."
As a result, Xia Ze picked up three copper coins on the street that day. Just as he was sighing that the old man was really open-mouthed and would treat him better next time, he accidentally stepped on dog feces and was chased by a mad dog for a long time.
The old man's eyes have become clearer and clearer these days, not as crazy as before. He was looking at the jade pendant hanging around Xia Ze's neck in trance.
Xia Ze took off his jade pendant and waved it in front of the old man: "Master Qi'er, is this a treasure?" Master Qi'er nodded and shook his head.
"Nod and shake your head, what do you mean, is it a baby?"
"To others it is a treasure, but to you it is like the jewel in a shabby house. It is not only useless, but can also easily lead to death. Put it away and replace it with the second person who knows the goods..."
The beggar shook his head.
Bah, bah, bah, this old man really had nothing nice to say, but the young man still silently put away the jade pendant around his neck.
There was a glint in Xia Ze's eyes that was not easily noticed by others, which made Mr. Qier see clearly, but he remained silent.
Xia Ze even took a look at this piece of jade pendant at the pawnshop manager Yan in the town. The little old man in his sixties looked at it for a long time, threw the jade pendant on the table, and said angrily that it was a piece of junk. Xia Ze was very angry.
I felt bad for him for most of the month.
How could it be tattered? He looked at the purple and gold mist on the jade pendant that only he could see, and he was in a daze.
Xia Ze's eyes have been different from ordinary people's since he was a child. It can be said that things are a different scene in Xia Ze's eyes. Like the energetic children in the town, he can see a cloud of fresh air above their heads. If they are old,
The old man, in his eyes, was just a ball of hazy turbidity.
Most of the people in the world are turbid in his eyes. So far, there are only two people he cannot see clearly. One is the beggar master, with a red cloud above his head and the faint sound of thunder.
One is himself, the darkness that cannot be seen at a glance.
When I was seven years old, a sect from the mountain came to the town, and most of those with wisdom were accepted by the sect as disciples. Some of them were even called Taoist embryos. When they were born, there were immortals who came walking on the clouds.
He rushed to be accepted as his disciple, and together with his parents and family, he ascended to heaven and escaped from Yunxi Town, which was about to be affected by the war between the two countries.
And he, Xia Ze, was judged to be an ordinary person with dull qualifications when he was seven years old. No sect was willing to waste a lot of immortal money on such a waste, even if he was said to be expected to enter the fourth realm of the Qi Refiner.
The eldest brother, when he was ten years old, inexplicably allowed a rival sect to take his life.
As his parents unfortunately died of illness, there were rumors that it was this unknown child who killed his parents.
"In two days there will be another group of foreign monks coming to Yunxi Town. I will make a good fortune by then."
And these little brats left this place to avoid the war."
"And bring my sister-in-law...bring Lu Ying." The voice was almost inaudible.
The beggar master looked at the young man opposite him. There was all kinds of pain in his eyes, but he also had the tenacity to move forward.