The poor people in South Lane often hide far away from these bullies who bully the market and dominate the streets.

A poor old lady hid in a narrow alley on the side, but couldn't help but look at it curiously.

Through these people with teeth and claws, and their chins were about to reach the sky, the old lady vaguely recognized the familiar faces of this group of people, who happened to be the leader who was walking in the front, it was the son of her neighbor, so she asked the person next to her in confusion.

"But isn't it, I don't know how this kid got in, I heard that in the name of the Red Lotus Sect, he mixed up with the Taifu Temple and made a dog's leg."

There were several women who followed the old lady to dodge, and the old lady's eyes were cloudy and she could see clearly, so how could these people not see them.

One of them, a slightly chubby woman, was babbling with a mouthful of food at the moment.

It's just that from her words, she didn't seem to hear any complaints, and there was even a hint of envy.

It is also said that these poor families, no matter whether they are good or bad, as long as they can produce a person who is on the official list, then it can be regarded as the manifestation of the ancestors of the family.

Of course, growing up in such an environment since childhood, it is not easy for children to learn well, and they have a little brain, otherwise they will be opportunistic.

There is no way that Kyoto South Street is full of such off-the-beaten-path streets, which can be regarded as a way to survive.

"Both... Get out of the way! ”

This powerful Xiao Cheng, where does he put himself and this group of people who live together on weekdays in his eyes, in his opinion, he will be flying Huang Tengda in the future, oh no, he is already flying Huang Tengda now.

At least outside of this South Lane, he has a name.

Under the leadership of Xiao Cheng, the group showed off their might, and the originally narrow South Alley was full of people, and Xiao Cheng felt a little constrained when he walked in.

Xiao Cheng, who had an arrogant temper, didn't bother to open his mouth after shouting one or two times, and directly pulled out a whip from his waist, and 'snapped' in the air.

There was still a bustling crowd, but it was a lot quieter in an instant.

Countless people looked at Xiao Cheng who was holding the whip.

"You... Look at what you see! Get out of the way! ”

The sound of this whip is all too familiar to this group of poor people on South Street.

At this time of the festival, the poor people also have to worship God for peace, but in such a depressed place on South Street, where is there any temple for everyone to worship, so this group of poor people in South Street, at this time, will go out of South Street one after another, to the temple in the east of the city.

Of course, this is also crowded with those dignitaries.

At this time, those horsemen who drove the cars for the dignitaries and dignitaries, faced with the crowd coming and going, would directly throw three whips, 'pop', 'pop', 'pop'.

The three lashes were a warning that if no one gave way, the ground would begin to strike at those who stood in the way.

This method is like treating livestock, so that this group of poor people naturally have a grudge in their hearts.

Now, Xiao Cheng is actually wielding a whip in the south alley, and such an action has ignited a raging fire without any basis, and all the poor people present have directly ignited this fig leaf that was originally self-blinding.

Everyone was quietly looking at Xiao Cheng, without speaking, just staring at Xiao Cheng like that, and not backing down.

Xiao Cheng is also a person who walked out of this South Street, and naturally understands what it means for everyone to use such eyes.

Obviously, he has provoked the anger of the public, and Xiao Cheng certainly regrets it at the moment.

Originally, there was no errand in Taifu Temple today, but Lord Taifu had something to go out, so he simply left him a half-sized official who had just arrived.

It is not in the orthodox establishment of the Ye Dynasty, but it also has some right to speak.

Xiao Cheng showed off his status, so he took it upon himself to lead these people and follow him back to be majestic.

"Boss, do you want to do it, this group of untouchables are all soft and afraid of hard, and now that Lord Taifu is not here, just whip it."

A follower behind Xiao Cheng directly proposed, although this group of people is not from a good background, but there are no people from South Street.

Most of them came from an errand outside and got to Taifu Temple in Kyoto.

Now in this group of people, only Xiao Cheng is from Kyoto, and he was naturally elected by everyone as the leader.

In the face of everyone's silence, Xiao Cheng's hand, which had already planned to fall quietly, was raised again at the suggestion of the person behind him.

And Xiao Cheng's mentality also completely changed at this moment.

"Look at what! Get out of the way! ”

'Smack! This whip fell, and suddenly the skin of several people in front of them opened, and with a few muffled snorts, everyone behind Xiao Cheng raised their heads and laughed, as if they had seen a beautiful performance.

The last trace of kindness in Xiao Cheng's heart completely disappeared at this moment with the swing of the whip.

Lao Tzu wants to get rid of the eyes of you poor ghosts, Lao Tzu has to get rid of it!

Xiao Cheng shouted in his heart, and the whip in his hand flew faster and harder, constantly whipping the poor people standing still in front of him.

It seems that all of a sudden can give him a kind of escape and redemption in his heart.

The entire South Alley was filled with a depressing atmosphere, only the whip in Xiao Cheng's hand kept whipping, and these people kept laughing, and the other civilians were silent.

"Stop!"

A loud scolding sounded from behind several people, and Xiao Cheng slightly stopped the whip in his hand, but the muscles of his arm were still beating because of excitement.

Xiao Cheng and the others turned around and saw a person wearing a strange cloak standing there at the mouth of the alley on South Street, with a hood buckled on his head, which also blocked the person's appearance.

"Who are you?"

In the face of outsiders who came to South Street from outside, Xiao Cheng was still a little calm, after all, he was not a person with identity after all, and he could confirm the identity of the other party before he could make a corresponding attitude later.

Watching people put down dishes is the first lesson that Xiao Cheng and the group of people behind him learn when they enter Taifu Temple.

"I'm just a passerby."

The mysterious man never looked up, but maintained a very strange posture in Xiao Chengkai, with his hands folded in front of his chest, which he had never seen before.

The mysterious man's voice was a little strange, and it seemed that the pronunciation was very strange, not like a Ye Dynasty person.

"Friend, you're from out of town, you always have to have some skills to stop it, at least let us know what you look like."

Hearing the strange accent, Xiao Cheng had already sent half of the mouthful.

As long as it's not the young master who sneaked out of the capital, it's easy to say.