When Mo Chu heard this, he almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood. Grandma, where do I go and the people there don't like me? This is like watching a show and it can cause disaster!
After Mo Chu looked around at everyone, he quickly felt relieved. Now he was dressed like a beggar. At first glance, he looked like a very easy-to-manage master. If I didn't look for you, I would be sorry for the clothes you were wearing!
The man in green shirt saw Mo Chu stunned on the spot, so he yelled, "Hurry up!"
Mo Chu smiled helplessly, stood up slowly, relaxed his muscles and walked over!
The man in green shirt frowned even more when he saw Mo Chu's confident look, "Could he be an expert?"
"That's not right. He looks like a beggar. Why is he so calm and composed? There's something fishy about him!"
The man in green shirt said firmly, and looked at Mo Chu with sharper eyes. Grandma, I didn't expect that Qingfeng, which was not even a second- or third-class city, would have such an expert inside, and his aura was so obscure that he couldn't detect it at all.
If he were an ordinary beggar, he would have been so frightened by what he said just now that he would have run over with a flattering smile, for fear of neglecting him, but this situation is obviously not the case!
When he was a child, he had a special respect for those immortals who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, especially the sword immortals. He had read a lot of stories about immortals and monsters.
I don’t know whether it was because of his extraordinary talent or luck, but he actually met a senior master who taught him the method of cultivation, and then he embarked on martial arts and sword practice. He lost more than he won along the way.
He is young, somewhat famous, and has his own unique insights into the art of swordsmanship.
But the immortals and monsters he had seen when he was a child had always had a profound impact on him. It was written in the book that the senior masters all liked to practice in the world, and it was common for them to be careless. But whenever he met the masters who compared their hands with each other,
Seniors who are experts and higher are confident
The extent was even more shocking. In the end, he either slapped him in the face forcefully, or he made him so restless that he could not even sleep peacefully. If he was targeted by such a senior, he would have suffered eight lifetimes of bloody misfortune. He would have killed tens of millions more people than he did in his previous life.
There will be retribution for people to come!
Thinking of this, the man in green shirt suddenly started sweating profusely, as if he was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and running under the sun in the hot summer, and he couldn't stop sweating!
The man in green shirt waved his hand quickly, a little panicked, "Senior, please stay!"
When Mo Chu heard this, he frowned slightly and turned around to look around. There was no one there!
"Could it be me!" Mo Chu murmured, but quickly shook his head, "How could it be me? How could there be someone in the world who treats a beggar as a master?"
Saying that, he continued to walk forward.
When the man in blue shirt saw this, cold sweat had soaked his clothes, and he cried in his heart: "He is indeed a senior master, it's over, it's over, I'm going to be unlucky now, I have been practicing hard for more than ten years, am I about to fall into this trap?"
A place where you don’t poop?”
Looking at the man in front of him who was several years younger than him, he became even more convinced that he was a peerless strong man with good looks and skills. Otherwise, how could he not see his realm?
Thinking of this, the man in green shirt is ready to escape at any time. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to the young-looking senior in front of him, but he doesn't dare. If the senior in front of him has a bad temper, he will anger him with his words again.
He, that would really be the end!
I saw Mo Chu walking forward step by step, getting closer and closer to the man in green clothes, and soon there was only a distance of seven or eight feet, but Mo Chu still didn't stop and continued to walk forward!
The crowd hadn't dispersed yet, but the expression on the man's face in the green shirt caught the eyes of the theatergoers, and it was extremely exciting.
When everyone saw this scene, they looked at each other. Seeing him like this, he was clearly under great pressure. Could it be that the handsome beggar was a peerless master?
Thinking of this, everyone's expressions suddenly changed when they saw Mo Chu. There was no longer the disdain in their eyes, and there was no gloating about seeing Mo Chu being called away by the man in the green shirt. Instead, they began to worry about the man in the green shirt. This was just now.
After winning, this time he offended a hidden master. He didn't hold on for long, but he instantly became weak!
Even Mo Chu was a little confused. He glanced at the people behind him and then looked up at the house in the distance. He couldn't see a single figure, but why did he scare him like this? Could it be because his cultivation level was already shocking?
You can't hold back the pressure and you don't even notice?
Mo Chu was getting closer and closer, and the man in green shirt felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. Even though he was sweating profusely, he still pretended to be calm.
At this time, Mo Chu was only two feet away from him and was about to reach him!
The man in the green shirt gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, as long as I run fast enough, I can survive. Damn the experts, even the King of Heaven can't stop me!"
After saying that, the man in green clothes suddenly raised his head, with a resolute look in his eyes, and walked to the man in white clothes who had fainted in a few steps, "I will save you!"
After saying that, he grabbed the man in white, threw him on his back, and ran out without looking back. He disappeared from everyone's sight within a few breaths!
Everyone was stunned, looking at the young man who had become the center of attention like a god. There was a lot of reverence in their eyes, and they all looked at him with a smile.
Mo Chu was a little confused by this scene. Could it be that he was really talking about himself?
"Hero, hero!" Someone shouted, and everyone started congratulating the lottery.
"This is a real master. The blue-shirted swordsman who beat him just because of his power ran away. If he is not a master, then who is still a master!" A middle-aged man actually had some tears in his eyes. He looked at the ring in the past.
Those people fight, so what?
It was so powerful that it was defeated by just one or two powerful attacks. The man in green shirt just pissed and ran away in front of everyone. He concluded that if the senior in front of him attacked with all his strength, everyone present would suffer, so
His eyes became more respectful!
Then he saw a graceful girl with a shy face. She slowly stepped forward and said a blessing to Mo Chu. She said in a very low voice, "Can you invite me, senior, for a cup of tea?"
As soon as the girl said this, everyone was stunned: "Grandma, let me get there first!"
Several women almost cursed out loud, but in order to maintain the dignified and graceful image in the eyes of this senior, they did not get angry. They just smiled at Mo Chu and watched the single men next to them swallow their saliva. When will we be able to
What a treat!
Good guy, now it was Mo Chu's turn to be embarrassed. He actually forgot how to refuse. He didn't recover until the woman stretched out her hand to pull his sleeve.
Mo Chu then smiled to cover up the panic in his expression, and said softly, "I appreciate the girl's kindness, but I have something important to do, so it's really inconvenient for me to bother you!"
After saying that, Mo Chu quickly ran out of that place of right and wrong, chanting "Wretched on the fish in the pond, woe on the fish in the pond!"
"Sir, if you have nothing to do, you must come and sit at my house. My house is in the village on the east outskirts of the city!" The woman said shyly, her voice was extremely soft, but it couldn't stop Mo Chu's ears.
Mo Chu almost fell to the ground, "Grandma, all the women out there are tigers!"
"Amitabha!" Mo Chuxue
The young monk silently recited a Buddha's name, stepped forward quickly, and left that place of right and wrong under the watch of everyone.
When Mo Chu was walking at the entrance of an alley, a big hand suddenly stretched out from inside, and Mo Chu was caught off guard and pulled in.
"Why are you here!" Mo Chu's voice came from the alley.
Looking down the alley, the person pulling him was really the old monk. At this time, the old monk was carrying several jars of wine and pieces of meat wrapped in oil paper. The aroma of wine and meat filled the entire alley!
"Keep your voice down, you bastard!" the old monk cursed, looking at Mo Chu with bright eyes, as if he had seen some treasure, which made Mo Chu shiver!
"Didn't I give you money? There is a brothel next to it. Go there by yourself. I don't want to go there!" Mo Chu looked a little uncomfortable and whispered.
"Hey, how can I be such a person? Suddenly I have a good idea to make money. How should I do it?" The old monk smiled brightly!
"What's a good idea? Let me know!" Mo Chu asked.
"I have already thought about it. When we make money, we will change to a spacious inn and enjoy it!" The old monk folded his hands and rubbed it gently!
"Didn't I give you a few spiritual stones? You can exchange some silver for us to eat and drink for a while!" Mo Chu glanced at the old monk and said to himself!
"Oh, how can that money be enough? We will have to travel in the future and earn more money!" The old monk chuckled. Now when talking about money, the old monk is beaming, and he can't wait to write the words "happiness" on his face.
That’s good!
Originally, Mo Chu was reluctant, but he couldn't resist the old monk's persistence, so he had no choice but to agree to this "business" that he didn't even know what it was.
.....
"What are you doing here?"
Mo Chu carried a table, and the old monk held two small stools in his hands. They walked side by side to the place where the two heroes were fighting. The old monk pointed and finally found a shady place, and put the
The two benches were put aside, and he motioned to Mo Chu to put the table in front of the benches, and then he sat down a little further away from the table.
Mo Chu couldn't help but ask.
The old monk smiled brightly. He smiled and said, "Monk, I saw everything that happened just now. Although I know you are not a master, they don't know. You are a treasure now. You can write."
!”
Mo Chu nodded, "Yes!"
"As long as you know how to write, it's good!" After saying that, the old monk stood up suddenly, cleared his throat and said loudly, "Don't miss it if you pass by. The master is here to write couplets for everyone. A pair only costs ten
Wenqian, good quality and low price, children and old men are not deceived!"
"You..." Mo Chu was speechless. This was obviously asking him to sell himself!
At the beginning, everyone didn't believe it, but when someone actually came to read these couplets, it was like they were going crazy.
This place suddenly became the most prosperous place. There was an endless stream of people coming to write couplets. Mo Chu was surrounded by everyone. From time to time, a young lady would come up and wipe the oil a few times, laughing so hard that Mo Chu complained.
Not enough.
The old monk looked at the mountains of copper coins in front of him, smiled from ear to ear, and shouted, "Write faster, write faster!"
At this moment, a young man in gorgeous clothes came here with several guards!