After leaving Yizhuang, Wang Xu headed south, leaving the small county where he had been wandering for three days.
It is said that eight hundred miles to the south, there is a Fanan Temple. The temple’s presiding officer, Zen Master Wufeng, was so advanced in cultivation that he drove away bandits within a radius of hundreds of miles.
Don't underestimate these hundreds of miles of tranquility. Now that the Ning Dynasty is in power, the upper-level government is corrupted, the middle-level gentry preys on the common people, and the lower-level bandits are causing trouble.
Coupled with the chaos of demons and rampant ghosts, Daning Dynasty is now in a precarious state, and it is not easy to find a peaceful paradise.
What Wang Xu has heard the most these days is the story of Zen Master Wufeng and Wu Huiyou, holding a monument with one hand.
If the Jianghu people did not exaggerate, he could really hold up a seven or eight-meter-high stone monument with one hand. Zen Master Wufeng's strength was at least a great master.
"Let's take a look. It's an ancestral sword. If you cut it into a head, it will vomit blood and sell it for only ten taels of silver!"
"Are you that awesome?"
"Of course. If you don't believe me, lend me your head and let me chop it off."
Walking in the small town under Fanan Temple, there are three types of shops on both sides of the road that are the most popular.
Restaurant, blacksmith shop, coffin shop.
Along the way, Wang Xu saw no fewer than ten feuds, and on average he would encounter them once every hundred miles.
With swords flying and heads flying, in this bloody world, one can imagine how good the business of the coffin shop and blacksmith shop is.
Of course, not every battle requires lives. In fact, when everyone goes out to fight in the world, it is rare for enemies to kill each other when they meet.
Comparatively, it's like two gangsters fighting with each other, pulling out their own men to show off, and the side with fewer people will get out, and the one who can't reach an agreement will chop off the other's head with a machete.
"Who stole my wallet, was it you?"
A group of people in front were walking when their nest suddenly exploded.
A shirtless knight carrying a sword suddenly grabbed the arm of a thin man and pulled out the sword from behind.
"Damn it, you wronged me!" Not to be outdone, the thin man drew his dagger from his waist and faced the big man with wide eyes.
As a result, there was a confrontation, and after a shout, six or seven people came out from behind the thin man.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the big man took back the sword with a guilty conscience, nodded and bowed and said: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
"Next time, let's brighten our eyes and let's go!" The thin man took back his dagger and led the others away in a show of force.
Wang Xu looked at it and shook his head silently. The world was declining and people's hearts were not as old as before. This was the case around Fanan Temple, which was known as the paradise, let alone other places.
Along the way, he saw people fighting because there was not enough space for a resting pavilion.
I have also seen out-of-town businessmen who leaked money and were intercepted and killed by masked thieves.
The government turned a blind eye to these feuds. After all, in these troubled times, the prestige of the government has been greatly reduced, and many policies cannot go out of the county.
If you can live in the county seat, who will fight with the people outside? Everyone can't see the peace of mind, so they just guard their own one-third of an acre of land.
"Boy, look at you looking around, you must have stolen my wallet!"
After walking forward for more than ten steps, the big man who had been shouting before grabbed Wang Xu's shoulder.
Wang Xu frowned slightly, turned his right palm outward, and pushed it out without saying a word.
Bang!!
"Um?"
Wang Xu raised his head slightly and saw a little beggar with a gray face standing in front of him and the strong man, receiving his palm with both hands.
Looking at the little beggar who was blushing and retreating continuously, Wang Xu smiled and said, "Not bad!"
The brawny man who was shouting was just an ordinary person holding a big sword and pretending to be an elephant, so Wang Xu's palm didn't use any force at all.
But even so, his palm could not be easily resisted. The little beggar received the palm forcefully and only took a few steps back. His strength was at least at the bottom of the first class.
"Friend, he is just an ordinary person. He just needs to be taught a lesson. If you hit him now, he will not die but will be seriously injured. This is not in line with the moral principles of the world." The little beggar put his hands behind his back and said in an arrogant manner.
Wang Xu didn't care whether his palm would kill the big man just now, but he was a little interested in this little beggar.
With his eyesight, he could see through it at a glance. The little beggar in front of him was a girl who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old has a first-class strength, and she is almost as good as Linghu Chong, who has just come down from the mountain.
Wang Xu was very curious as to which expert trained this little beggar. To be able to train a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old into a first-class expert, at least she must be a master who is knowledgeable and well-informed.
No, even a grandmaster is not enough.
Song Qingshu in the world of Yi Tian Tu Long Ji was taught by Zhang Sanfeng and a group of masters, and he only reached the first-class level after more than 20 years.
The little girl in front of her has a first-class level in her teens. It is possible that the person standing behind her is a great master, or even a broken master like him.
Thinking that this place is at the foot of Fanan Temple, and the most famous person here is Zen Master Wufeng, Wang Xu couldn't help but wonder about the relationship between this little girl and Zen Master Wufeng.
After all, masters are not cabbages. Rather than having another master teaching the little beggar behind his back, Wang Xu prefers that the little beggar is the disciple of Zen Master Wufeng.
"I came here this time to see Zen Master Wufeng. Unexpectedly, I didn't see Zen Master Wufeng. On the way, I met someone who was suspected of being one of his disciples. This is good. Compared with the famous Zen Master Wufeng, the little girl is undoubtedly easier to deceive. It just so happens
Find out about the world from her, as well as the masters in the world."
Wang Xu had a smile on his face and was about to speak, but the little beggar spoke first: "Get out of here, you have such little eyesight and you still go out to travel around the world. This time I met my great aunt, I don't know how you died next time."
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The aunt's statement seemed to be smooth, and the little beggar almost didn't change his words.
Looking at the little beggar who forced himself to turn and turned red from holding himself in, Wang Xu became more and more certain that he was a fledgling who had just entered the world.
"Yes, yes, I'll get out of here." The strong man ran away in a panic and disappeared into the crowd.
Wang Xu withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't act lightly or harshly. Thank you for stopping me, otherwise it would have ended badly."
"No, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, this is what the master told me." The little beggar has little experience in the world. If it were an experienced bird, he would know at a glance that this is an excuse.
Martial arts training is about controlling the body. Starting from laying the foundation of plum blossom piles, it teaches people how to use force.
This was not done lightly or seriously, and he clearly did not put human life in his eyes.
"Thank you for reminding me, how about I buy you a drink to thank you?" Wang Xu had a lot to ask, what could be better than drinking some wine and asking at the wine table.
"Drink?"
The little beggar hesitated for a moment, but the master wouldn't let her drink.
But looking at Wang Xu who was sincerely thanking him and wanting to have a drink with him, the little beggar felt that he couldn't refuse, so he patted his chest and said, "No problem, we people in the world just want to drink in big bowls and eat meat in big chunks."
, this is the Jianghu!"
Restaurant
"Such a big bowl!"
Looking at the sea bowl the size of a small basin and smelling the pungent smell of wine, the little beggar swallowed hard.
She had heard of drinking from large bowls and eating large pieces of meat, so what should I do if she had never drank at all?
I heard that being drunk makes you feel uncomfortable, and you will vomit and vomit all the time. How disgusting is that.
"Big-breasted brother, have you ever walked around the world without drinking in a bar?"
"Of course I drank!"
Hearing Wang Xu's words, the little beggar plucked up the courage, held his breath and poured it into his mouth.
In ancient times, there was no distillation technology, so wine was brewed, and the alcohol concentration was generally not high.
Taking the Zhuangyuan Red in front of us as an example, the wine is light yellow in color and would be classified as rice wine even now, with the alcohol content generally in the teens.
For modern people like Wang Xu, drinking it is like drinking low-alcohol wine, but for people in this world, Zhuangyuan Red, which is nearly 20 degrees, is already in the range of spirits.
After a few mouthfuls, the little beggar turned slightly red, all the way to his ears.
Seeing her swallowing hard, drinking like poison, Wang Xu couldn't help but smile.