Walking on the lively streets of Hangzhou, Bao Jian was tied behind his back directly imitating the appearance in their TV series, and the appearance of the sword was no longer the Chen Feng Sword from three years ago.
He had already changed his sword a long time ago, and the name of the sword was no longer Chen Feng. After all, he had broken up with Yue Buqun. When he thought about how angry he was even now, why would he continue to keep the sword he gave to him as a treasure?
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This sword was made by Chen Feng using materials he "made money" to buy. It was named "Feng Yin". How nice does it sound?
In the past three years, Chen Feng has traveled to a lot of places. He did not ride a horse and traveled completely by walking on his own legs. At the same time, he also gave himself the nickname "Qingfeng Swordsman".
Everywhere he went, he would bully the bullies there, or if he ran out of money, he would go to a notorious robber's village as a guest or something. In addition, there would also be good people from the Songshan sect who would accompany him to practice swordsmanship.
Now, his reputation as the Qingfeng Swordsman has been established.
Every time I go somewhere and hear someone talking about me, I can't help but feel happy. I can be considered a swordsman.
As soon as Chen Feng was happy, he couldn't help but take out his wine bag and wanted to take a few sips. However, he pulled out the stopper and poured it down, but the only drop that dripped from the wine bag was blown away by the wind.
Although he looks very embarrassed, this does not affect Chen Feng's happiness. He just made a fortune, so he has nothing to worry about if he has money!
After finding a nearby restaurant that looked pretty big, I walked in.
"Master, how many people are there? What do you want to eat?"
It wasn't dinner time yet, so the restaurant was quite empty. A waiter-looking man came over to meet Chen Feng immediately when he saw him.
"One person, two appetizers and a bottle of wine."
After speaking, he took out the smallest piece of broken silver from his pocket and threw it to the waiter.
I walked directly to a corner and sat down.
"Okay!" Seeing Chen Feng being so generous, the waiter suddenly smiled. Since cooking takes time, the waiter served the wine first and gave Chen Feng a bowl of peanuts.
Not bad, this waiter knows how to behave.
He picked up a small cup, poured a glass of wine, and drank it with peanuts.
Soon, after eating and drinking, Chen Feng walked out of the restaurant. The wine bag around his waist was full of wine, and he was very satisfied.
But not long after walking, Chen Feng saw a lot of people gathered in front of them, looking at something unknown. Chen Feng's eyes showed an interested look, and he stepped forward and found a gap to take a look.
But when he saw the scene in the crowd, he frowned. There turned out to be a middle-aged man beating a little boy of about thirteen years old with a sallow complexion with a stick.
The middle-aged man had an angry look on his face. He held a stick and pointed at the little boy while cursing.
"You were asked to steal. How many buns did you steal from me? I finally caught you today, right?"
The little boy was so beaten that his whole body curled up into one piece, and his painful lips were bitten. Moreover, the words he said while crying made Chen Feng couldn't help but feel moved.
"Please, please give me two buns after beating me. My sister is going to starve to death. Please..."
Chen Feng felt a pain in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward to stop the wooden stick that the middle-aged man had smashed down.
"Uncle, stop fighting. We have something to discuss."
The middle-aged man hadn't finished his anger yet. When he saw someone blocking him, he just wanted to scold him back, but when he saw Chen Feng, his exquisite clothes and extraordinary temperament, he suddenly became speechless.
In his eyes, Chen Feng should be a kid from a rich family who cannot be offended.
"This young man, mainly because this kid comes to steal my buns every two days, I tolerate it once or twice, but he seems to think that I am easy to bully, so he comes to steal my buns every two days, my small business will be ruined by him again
If you continue to steal, you won't be able to earn any money."
The middle-aged man glanced hatefully at the young man at Chen Feng's feet, which made the young man's body tremble again in fear.
Chen Feng smiled bitterly. This kid is really ignorant. He is picking wool off a sheep every day. Something is bound to happen.
Shaking his head, Chen Feng took out a piece of broken silver and threw it to the middle-aged man.
"He stole your buns before and I gave them to him. Please help me get a few more buns to put them in."
The middle-aged man took the broken silver with surprise in his eyes. Then he glanced at the young man lying on the ground and curled his lips.
"I say to this young master, there is no need to pity these thieves. They were like this when they were children, and they will get worse when they grow up."
When others heard the middle-aged man's words, several of them started to cater to him.
"Yes, thieves should be beaten. If you are afraid of being beaten, you will not steal."
"Sir, after you give charity to thieves, they will become more serious."
Listening to the indifferent words of some people around him, Chen Feng felt a nameless fire raging in his heart. The sharp aura unique to the swordsman pressed from him to everyone, and his cold and arrogant eyes swept around the circle of people nearby.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
After sweeping his gaze, he looked at the middle-aged man again, regained his aura, and his eyes recovered, but they were still a little indifferent.
"Do as I say."
"Yes...yes, this young hero."
The middle-aged man hurriedly went to pack the steamed buns, and his back was covered in cold sweat.
This young man is young but he didn't expect that he is so powerful.
Under Chen Feng's gaze, he directly filled a large bag of steamed buns and handed it over. Chen Feng took the steamed buns, pulled the boy and left.
It wasn't until Chen Feng had gone far that the people around him dared to move and disperse.
"Boy, you're hungry too. Eat."
As he walked, Chen Feng raised the bag in front of the young man.
The young man looked straight at the bun in Chen Feng's hand, swallowed, stuffed each bun into his pocket, and then turned away.
"Hey, boy, why don't you eat it? Why do you put it in your pocket?"
Chen Feng looked at the boy's pocket in confusion and asked.
The young man pursed his lips and touched his pocket. He seemed to feel the bun in his pocket, and then he felt relieved.
"You have helped me so much, I'm already very embarrassed. I just want a bun to go back and give it to my sister."
The young man gritted his teeth and resisted the cramping pain in his stomach.
After Chen Feng heard the young man's words, he stopped for a moment. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel sad. He had a good family in the original world. Although he was not rich, he was still well-fed and well-fed.
, neither cold nor hungry.
After coming to this world, he was taken care of by the Huashan Sect. Even if he later broke up with the Huashan Sect, with his strength, he was not short of money, and he had never experienced the kind of life where he could not even have enough to eat.
As for the young man in front of me, in addition to not having enough to eat, he also had to take care of his sister. I really don't know how he got here before.
Chen Feng lowered his head and looked at the boy's thin body, probably due to long-term lack of food, but his height was not even Chen Feng's waist.
Chen Feng walked up to the young man, squatted down, took out a bun from the bag, and stuffed it directly into the young man's mouth.
"Give it to me, brother. If you don't eat it, I'll beat you up! Now take me to see your sister."