In Jiangpu County in the middle of winter, near noon, a group of ragged beggars came from outside the North City Gate.

The term beggar is the oldest in the world, and beggars have come into being since the division of human society into classes.

This profession is the most helpless choice for the poor, displaced, helpless, people can be bullied, dogs can be bullied, three meals are not followed, clothes are not covered, and the bitterness and hardship can only be self-aware.

This group of beggars were men and women, old and young, each of them held a half-human high bamboo stick in their hands, carried a broken bowl or even a tile, and wore tattered single clothes like strips of rags.

They are a group of people who have been tortured by suffering to inferiority and self-infliction, they have become accustomed to the contempt of others, accustomed to the beating and ridicule of others, and in order to survive, they have thrown away all unnecessary self-esteem, just in exchange for a meal and half a full scraps.

A frail girl walks with difficulty among the beggars.

Like all beggars, she looked numb and hollow, like a walking corpse, walking with the crowd one foot high and one foot low.

She was about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a tattered single dress of no color, and a pair of loose homespun trousers, the trousers were too short to look very ill-fitting, revealing half of her calves that were as tight as dry wood, and she was barefoot, and in this cold winter, her little feet had given birth to several shocking chilblains, her hair was dirty and yellow, and her face was covered by the messy hair, and she could only vaguely see that her face was thin and petite, and her limbs seemed to be more and more slender and weak due to malnutrition.

The little girl mingled with the beggars, no different from other beggars, so ordinary that it was almost impossible to notice her existence.

But she is very different from other beggars.

The difference was in her eyes that were hidden behind her messy hair.

It was a pair of serious eyes, smart and full of life, they were constantly patrolling around, looking for everything related to survival.

It is a pair of unyielding eyes, stubborn and full of rebellion, even in a desperate situation, to fight against fate and seize any chance to survive.

It was a pair of fierce eyes, crazy and full of violence, like a hungry little she-wolf, for a small piece of food, she could rush up and bite all competitors without hesitation.

It is hard to imagine that the eyes of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl would reveal such complex and different eyes.

The beggars hesitated briefly at the gate of the city, and finally decided to enter the city. In the face of existential problems, all self-esteem and fear seem so small.

The little girl mixed in with the crowd and followed her into the city, her expression a little tired, her dirty petite face revealing disgust and longing for survival, and two diametrically opposed contradictions alternated on her underage face.

The beggars staggered into the city gate of Jiangpu County, and the guard at the city gate glanced at them in disgust, and then quickly looked away.

In the nearly thirty years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, or natural disasters, or [***], there are so many beggars like this who have no land and no home, so many that they can hardly arouse any interest from the guards, and they don't even bother to check.

Emperor Hongwu divided the people of the world into many households such as military and civilian stove craftsmen, and each household had a household registration registered in the yamen, and the control was strict. But this kind of beggar everywhere is inevitable in any dynasty.

When the beggars entered the city, they were very tacitly separated, and each thought of finding food, which was the unwritten rule of the beggar group, and only when they dispersed did they have a greater chance of getting charity from the people.

The little girl walked silently to Nancheng alone with a short bamboo stick.

After walking for a while, she found a corner wall and sat down, in order to save the little physical strength left, unnecessary movement was absolutely avoided, so she sat at the base of the wall, motionless like a clay wood carving.

The cold wind whistled by, and the little girl suddenly shivered, her hands unconsciously rubbed her arms that had been numb from the cold, and a pair of smart eyes looked at the gray sky, showing a deep resentment in her eyes.

Bad weather has always been the natural enemy of beggars who have no food and clothing, how unfair is the way of heaven, giving the rich and powerful in the world rich and clothed with fine food and clothing, while the poor are starving and cold!

The cold wind blew into the alley, the little girl seemed to be more and more unable to stand the bone-chilling cold, sat for a while and then stood up helplessly, with the only remaining physical strength, supporting the petite and weak body, slowly continued to walk forward, ignoring the strange eyes of the people on the street, her little face was tight, holding a bamboo stick in one hand, and the other hand was unwilling to stretch forward, begging for food from pedestrians while walking, but she was not as clever and flattering as other beggars, she just bit her lower lip tightly and said nothing, The little head tilted up slightly, even in such a desperate situation, she still stubbornly retained that little self-esteem, and the only thing she gave in was her little hand that stretched forward slightly to beg for food.

Such a haughty beggar is naturally fruitless.

Until noon, the stubborn little girl still had nothing to gain. She still raised her small head, her expression revealed a stubborn look that did not yield to reality, and staggered along the bluestone street for a while, not far away, a magnificent and elegant restaurant appeared in front of her, the building is three stories high, the golden signboard is dazzling, and there are three big characters on it: "Drunken Immortal Building".

The little girl's originally dull eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a glint of excitement in her eyes.

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Inside the Drunken Immortal Building.

Xiao Fan leaned lazily on the counter, drooping his eyelids, chatting with Taixu without saying a word.

Today, there are not many guests in the Drunken Immortal Building, the weather is too cold, and people are so cold that they are reluctant to go out, so the Drunken Immortal Building is naturally more deserted than usual.

Taixu felt very relieved, there are not many people who have bad omens today, and he is happy to be idle, anyway, Xiao Fan raises him every time he eats and drinks, for a hundred-year-old birthday star, is there anything happier than this?

"Brother Xiao, I heard that Poor Dao heard that you rejected Chen Siliu's proposal? Is there such a thing? There was a wicked smile on the face of the old man, and there was a bit of disrespect for the old.

Xiao Fan paused for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "No wonder people in Taoism use gossip as a totem, it turns out that there is a reason, and they are still so gossip at the age of one hundred and thirty......"

Taixu smiled with a wrinkled face: "Brother Xiao, your choice is wise, haha!" Poor Dao has long said that the merchant registration is self-willing, and Brother Xiao has a bright future, how can he be a son-in-law of a businessman's family? If you really become a businessman, you won't be able to become an official in the future......"

Xiao Fan Zhengse said: "Daoist, you misunderstood, the reason why I refused to kiss is not because of the status of the Chen family, but because of ...... I really can't have feelings for Miss Chen, if I really like Miss Chen, let alone a merchant family, even if she is a beggar, I will marry ......"

"You rejected Chen Siliu's proposal because you have no relationship with Miss Chen?" Taixu looked confused.

Xiao Fan nodded.

Taixu smiled and said, "Okay, no matter what the reason is, it's right for you to reject him anyway, and rejecting Chen Siliu is to clear the way for you to soar in the future......"

Xiao Fan sighed and said: "Dao Chief, we have always been quite close to each other, please don't let me have a feeling of not talking to you, okay?" You are a monk, how can you be more snobbish than those worldly people? ”

He smiled too much, and smiled very deeply: "What is worldly? What is snobbery? Taoism advocates nature, everything in the world can't be forced, and being intoxicated with wealth is a phase, but if you are self-conscious, you have to be a merchant son-in-law, why not also be a phase? Brother Xiao, the poor road looks at your life, it is extremely rich and noble, you have to conform to numerology, don't act against the sky......"

Xiao Fan pointed to the table in the lobby and said, "Dao Chief, there are many people there who haven't enjoyed our free fortune-telling activities in the Drunken Immortal Building, you go and fool them to death, we are so familiar, you don't have to fool me again......"

Too vain to stomp his feet: "When did Poor Dao lie to you?" Everything Poor Dao has said to you is true! ”

Xiao Fan squinted at him and snorted, "When I first met you, you scared me and said that I had a bad omen......"

Taixu said coldly: "That time you were deceived by me for a meal, and spent fifty yuan, and after eating, I secretly scolded you for being a fool and wronged the boss, you didn't spend money well, and you were destined to be a villain, isn't it a bad omen?" ”

Xiao Fan's eyes straightened: "Don't say I don't know, Dao Chief, you turned out to be this kind of person, I really hit the villain......"

"Ahem, the poor road is just an example......"

"Then you lied to me and said that you know how to do kung fu......"

Too angry: "Poor Dao really knows kung fu!" How many times have I said this, why don't you always believe it? ”

Xiao Fan sneered: "You just run a little faster than me, this is also called kung fu?" ”

He was so crazy that he pulled his hair hard, his old face was slightly distorted with anger, and he stomped his feet with a red old face and said, "Stinky boy, you don't believe that Dao Ye knows kung fu, do you?" Master Dao, this will show you! ”

Saying that, Taixu paused on the spot, and with a whoosh, he disappeared in front of Xiao Fan's eyes.

Xiao Fan's eyes widened, and he looked around, but saw that above the lobby of the Drunken Immortal Building, on the beam of the room that was as high as two feet, Taixu was stroking his beard proudly, showing him an unfathomable, dreamy smile like a butterfly.

"Wow!"

The diners in the lobby were stunned, and after a short silence, all the diners applauded and applauded, and their faces were full of reverence.

Taixu laughed, spread the sleeves of his robe, like a big bird flying, and slowly flew back to the counter in an extremely chic and elegant posture.

The applause of the diners is still continuous, and it seems that the martial arts masters of this era seem to enjoy high prestige among the people.

Taixu, who flew back to Xiao Fan's eyes, became more and more proud in the applause of the diners, he stroked his beard, tilted his head, snorted from his nostrils, and said, "Now you believe that I didn't lie to you, right?" How about my light hand? ”

Xiao Fan looked at him with blank eyes, silent, like dementia.

At this moment, he was shocked in his heart, light work, this is real light work! It turns out that the martial arts novels of the previous life were not scribbled, and there is really a magical skill such as kung fu in this world, and the two-zhang high beams are on the top with a whoosh, completely ignoring gravity, as long as you are happy, you can fly as much as you want......

This old man is amazing! Is he still human?

Xiao Fan stared at Taixu as if he was stupid, his mouth was wide open, he found out for the first time that Taixu was really an honest man, he didn't lie to him what he had said to him before, he didn't believe him too much, and he was really sorry for Sanqing Daojun......

"Hey! Hey, hey! Are you stupid? Taixu didn't get the expected praise, and pushed Xiao Fan very unhappily.

Xiao Fan immediately came back to his senses, two beating red hearts suddenly appeared in his eyes, his eyes stared at Taixu feverishly, and he stammered: "You...... Are you really good at kung fu? Light work? ”

Tai Xuan nodded proudly: "What do you say?" Didn't you just see it all? ”

Xiao Fan swished, quickly rushed out of the counter, and then reached out and touched Taixu's body, touching Taixu's scalp numb.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll see if you have a hoisting wire...... You know, there are so many scammers these days......"

Tai Xuan said: "Poor Dao has never deceived you!" Why don't you believe me? ”

Xiao Fan touched it for a while and then stopped, and then said with a look of reverence: "Believe, I believe!" ”

"Then you say, are you willing to learn kung fu from poor Dao? Poor Dao can teach you light skills......"

Xiao Fan thought for a while, cautiously pointed to the beam, and said, "Dao Chief, I didn't see it too clearly just now, can you fly again in slow motion?" ”

Taixu smiled happily: "What's so difficult about this, it doesn't matter if you fly a hundred times." ”

As soon as the words fell, with a whoosh, Taixu flew up to the beam again, and then with a wave of his robe sleeves, he flew down again.

"Again...... How about flying again? Xiao Fan was so excited that his eyes were starry.

Sou! Flew up again.

"It's so sharp!" Xiao Fan looked up at the void on the beams of the house, admiring from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately, Xiao Fan took a teacup from the counter and shouted, "Dao Chief, try the difficult one, look at the hidden weapon!" ”

The teacup was like a meteor, shooting towards the void.

The smug look of Tai Xuan suddenly suffocated, and turned into a face full of horror: "Ahhhh ”

"Smack!"

The teacup hit the Tai Xuan on the beam of the house impartially, and the Tai Xuan screamed, like a fat duck hit by a shotgun, and flapped a few times in mid-air, and then fell in a straight line like a weighing stone.

"Bang!"

Taixu Lao face down, fell to the ground hard, raised a burst of mournful dust, and his posture was like the scene of a car accident.

Xiao Fan paused for a moment, and then shouted sadly: "Dao Chief! What happened to you? You okay? ”

The diners in the lobby were also stunned for a moment, and then checked out one after another and left, scattering as birds and beasts.

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