Yan San squatted on the ground and laid out things one by one from his arms.

It is undeniable that Yan San is really bold. The crowd was in a commotion at the beginning, and when he saw the black fat man and the little white face involuntarily, he actually dared to go back and take advantage of the chaos to touch the two of them.

Yan San's hands and feet are very neat, in Qu Xiucai's words, within two years, he will become the number one pickpocket king in Nanfeng Town. For this Yan San is a nose, mixed up with Qu Xiucai, and read a lot of books, the young man still has a pole for the merits in his heart, and pickpocket is not a glorious word. Therefore, despite his "great talent", he rarely made a move, and the situation like this today only provoked righteous indignation.

This is a small alley that is rarely visited, and the most visited are wild dogs and Yan San. Many times, Yan San would come here alone in a daze, thinking about something that didn't match his age.

Two wilted purses, deflated, one bag has a golden abacus tattooed on it, and the other bag has an ink scholar's back image, and the clothes are fluttering. The strange thing is that the mouths of the two bags are tightly tied, Yan San tried twice and couldn't untie them, pinched them with his hands, made sure that there was not a single hair in them, and threw them aside.

Seven money, twenty-eight silver money, Yan San put them together and stuffed them into his pocket. In fact, this is already a windfall that ordinary people can't think of. It's a pity that Yan San is more interested in Aunt Li's baked cakes than in gold and silver, although the baked cakes are only three coppers;

A wooden box the size of a half-palm, gray-black in color, is better than the wood on the corner of the table in Qu Xiucai's house. Yan San opened it and saw that there was a curled grass stalk in the bare cage, which was full of fine hairs. The strange thing is that the grass stem is pale gold, and the fluff is pale black, so the whole grass takes on a dark golden color. A strange smell came from the grass stem, not fragrant or smelly, a little fishy, a little sweet, a little pungent, which made Yan San's nose itch and sneeze. Yan San closed the lid without hesitation and put it together with the two purses. In his eyes, this is not as good as a baked cake.

The last thing, Yan San picked it up and looked at it, and his eyes narrowed suddenly: it was a palm-long sheath dagger, the sheath was cork, black and straight, and there was no decoration at all, but the wood grain with pale green fluorescence was the best decoration. Yan San couldn't take his eyes off it when he saw it, grabbed the handle of the dagger and pulled it out, and suddenly a line of cold air hit, and his body couldn't help but shiver. The small dagger blade is faint, showing a black and green color, deep like a bottomless spring, the whole blade is out of the scabbard, there is a faint rubbing sound, the blade is straight, the tip of the knife is sharp, the edge of the blade is a thin light green line, like a tiger showing its teeth, cruel and beautiful;

Yan San exclaimed and rowed hard at a loose chair next to him. There is a slight obstacle in the hand, but it is leaked to the end. The two arm-thick square legs were broken into four pieces, and the bells were scattered to the ground, and the incisions were slanted and smooth, so that even the best carpenter could not plane them to such a level. What a knife! Yan Sanxi knew that he had picked up a treasure this time, and the sharpness of this little dagger was simply terrifying. After a half-bang, and ruined all the old furniture in the alley, he put the little dagger into the scabbard, inserted it into his belt, and carefully covered the placket of his clothes.

Yan San was about to leave, and suddenly felt a shock like a ghost, there was another person in the corner at some point, staring at him with faint eyes, Rao is he was fat, and he couldn't help but be startled, look carefully, isn't it the thin old man who was smashed in the stall?

When did this old man come over? Yan San thought about it, and saw that the old man was curled up against the wall, his clothes were untidy and he looked miserable, he probably had been hiding here for a long time, there were many debris in this alley, and he didn't notice it when he was excited.

"Old man, when did you hide in? But you really have a vision, the black fat man in this place will never be found, no, this is for you, hehe, it's the black fat man who pays you the money." Yan San took out a handful of money from the placket of his clothes, and stuffed it into the old man's hand, but he didn't see how much it was, but the gold and silver shone brightly, and he was afraid that there were several coins in it.

The old man's porcelain stall was all less than a penny, and this handful of gold and silver was at least enough to work for a while. The old man unconsciously took the handful of money, and saw that Yan San was about to leave with a smile, so he reacted, pulled Yan San and hurriedly said, "Little brother, little brother, you help me out of the siege, I haven't thanked you yet, or I have to leave this old bone there today, but I don't dare to ask for your money again." 』

Yan San touched his head and said, "It's useless for me to ask for money, you can take it, old man, tell you the truth, this money is what I got from the black fat man...... By the way. That fat man bullies people with his whole body, he deserves to be unlucky, he beats you so much, you should accompany the money. 』

The old man shook his head and said, "This is too much, don't dare to ask for it." 』

Yan Sanyi grabbed the old man's hand holding the money, closed it, and then helped him stuff it into his arms, and said very "domineeringly": "I Yan San'er never takes back the things I send out, you don't give me face!"

This kind of honest person is like this, he has to find a reason that cannot be refused, and he is so soft that he doesn't eat hard.

Sure enough, the old man took it, and he wanted to refuse, but when he saw Yan San's look of 'don't give me face, you can see', he didn't dare to take out the money again. Yan San turned around and left, and just as he took a step, his sleeve was pulled by the old man again.

Yan San was really a little annoyed at this time, and decided that the old man would hand it over again, so he took the money, and then sprinkled it all over the sky, patted his ass and walked away in a dashing manner, leaving the old man with a proud back. Love or not, we are the famous little pimpies of Xiaoxi Street, and that is also the person who "wants to face".

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't hand over the money again, but stuffed something into his hand, and said hurriedly: "Then this is for you, little brother, you have a good heart, and there will definitely be a good reward." Xu was too excited, the old man coughed, the corners of his mouth were bloody, the black fat man was really poisonous;

Yan San wanted to refuse, and said a few words of heroic and dry words, but when he saw the miserable appearance of the little old man who was so anxious that he coughed up blood, he immediately dispelled the idea of pretending to be a big man, and then glanced at the things in his hand, but he was a little potter, dusty, and the surface was not glossy, but it was a little heavy, it was estimated that the inside was solid, and it was not worth a few dollars, and it was even more uncomfortable not to take the little old man, so he put it in his arms and said to the old man: "Then thank you old man, you stay for a while, and when you disperse, follow everyone, I will go first." 』

Yan San was the most annoying, if he waited for the old man to pull him with tears in his eyes, kneel on the ground and kowtow to thank him or something, he couldn't stand it. As soon as he finished speaking, Yan San ran with his legs, ran past the two purses, flipped through the black wooden box and looked at it, and muttered, "My bed creaks at night, and this thing just needs to be matted." He threw the two empty purses at the old man and said, "Old man, these two purses have also been given to you, and it is better to take them back and pack them with money." 』

Yan Sanyi ran away, and the two purses slammed the thin old man's head and face, and then slid softly and slid to the ground, the corners of the old man's mouth twitched fiercely, and then picked up the two purses, patted them, and was about to stuff them into his arms.

"You dare!"

"Stop!"

The old man's hand was fixed in the air, he turned his head and saw two figures next to him: the black fat man and the little white face had red bloodshot eyes, one stared at the purse in the old man's hand, and the other stared at the old man's dim eyes, and two crisp words came out of his mouth, impatient.

The old man looked at this, looked at that, lengthened his tone, and said slowly, "That kid gave it to me!

"Stinky shameless, believe it or not, I stripped you naked and threw you here half to death today, leaving you here for ten or eight years?"

The little white face was much more elegant, and said, "A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, big brother, just now that little brother didn't know what these two bags were and threw them to you, if he knew that these were mustard seed bags, and the contents could buy a county, how could he give them to you? Besides, isn't the three of us cooperating? How can cooperation bring all our things to you?"

The black fat man rolled up his sleeves and said, "Fei Na, the three of us are now sealed and cultivated, and the two of them can't get one of them?"

The little white face hurriedly pulled the black fat man back, and said to the old man: "Big brother, you can see, the second brother is really annoyed, he used to smile all day long, he hasn't laughed for a day today, money is his life, and now his life can be all packed in a mustard seed bag, he wants to rob you...... I might even have to help him hold your hands and feet!'

The old man was stunned, relieved his tone slightly, and said, "I was beaten by the second child and vomited more than two catties of blood! Medical expenses. 』

"Ah!!" The black fat man was angry, and rushed towards the old man with a roar, but was hugged by the little white face, only to hear the black fat shouting at the old man: "You are a person, you arranged it, you said that you were a good person, and you sent the 'Heavenly King Jue' out earlier, so we hid from the medicine lady to help you make a show, you actually dared to swallow my mustard seed bag, Lao Tzu died with you!"

While speaking, he was puzzled, and smashed two punches at the little white-faced vest holding him, making the little white-faced grinning and still not daring to let go.

The dagger that Yan San took was just a magic weapon, a guy with a little white face to enjoy, it might be a treasure in the mundane, but in the eyes of their cultivators at this stage, it was not very precious. However, the black box that Yan San took to pad the foot of the bed contained the black fat man's baby pimple, which can be regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth. But in view of the agreement, the two could not forcibly take it from Yan San. Now even the mustard seed bag has to be greedy for ink by the old man, and the mood of the black fat man can be imagined.

While the three of them were entangled, a faint bitter smell of herbs suddenly enveloped the entire alley, and a cold female voice came from afar: "The Heavenly King's Recipe has been spread out in just one day?"

"Medicine Lady?!"

"Little sister?"

The three of them were shocked, their faces changed, but the little white face reacted quickly, and hurriedly said: "Good sister, quickly disperse the immortal sorrows, we have all sealed the cultivation, Brother Song is still injured, I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand it." 』

This fairy sorrow is the medicine lady's unique self-defense secret mist, which changes at will. It is usually sweet and refreshing. But as long as it changes, other flavors are not a good thing. If it becomes fishy and spicy, then it will die.

The thin old man faintly sweated on his forehead, his face was panicked, and he was obviously very afraid of this "little sister", so he suddenly gritted his teeth, threw the two mustard seed bags back to the black fat man and the little white face, and then pressed his hand on his chest, with a muffled click, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken, and his body immediately fell weak.

The black fat man and the little white face were shocked, and subconsciously supported the old man, only to hear the old man whisper in his ear: "I can't act in front of Yao Niang, it's up to you." His head tilted, and he fainted in pain.

The black fat man and the little white face glanced at each other, and the black fat said in a low voice: "Damn, you are so cruel to yourself!" The little white face sighed: "Admire! No wonder you can be the boss!"

The smell of medicine really turned bitter into sweet in an instant, and a pretty figure appeared at the entrance of the alley, only a flash came to the old man's side, his eyes turned red after looking at it twice, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at a few acupoints of the old man, and then quickly and steadily straightened the broken bones one by one, and said in a cold voice: "Boss Song's hundred alchemy body, even if he seals the cultivation, who can hurt him like this in this mortal world?"

The black fat man and the little white face looked at each other speechlessly, and shouted in their hearts: "You all know that he has a hundred alchemy bodies, and he is his own black hand!" But he couldn't say this, the black fat hugged the old man and said in a low voice: "Go back first, it's important to save the boss's life, the aura of this mortal place is not enough to heal and shape the body." 』

The medicine lady was also confused, carefully wiped the blood foam from the corner of the old man's mouth, nodded, and in a blink of an eye, a medicinal fragrance wrapped the four people, and disappeared like smoke.

Above the heavenly wind, only the little white face turned his head to look at the town farther and farther below, and sighed in his heart: "I hope that the Heavenly King's recipe is passed on to the right person, Boss Song is indeed messing around, the Heavenly King breaks through the boundary and breaks through the void, let us find a person to inherit in the world within a hundred years, Boss Song completed the task in one day, and what's more, the two of us actually accompanied him to mess around...... I don't know what to say when I have the opportunity to see the king in the future, hey. 』

The inheritance is extremely important, and it generally has to go through a long time of testing: virtue, character, foundation, understanding, etc., to name a few, there are few such chaotic situations, but Boss Song has his own opinion: the king of heaven will hand over such an important matter to himself, not to the calm medicine lady, the meticulous third child, the ruthless second child, must have anticipated his own temperament. Since the cultivation of the Yuan, he has never been able to sit in meditation, he has never been able to meditate, and finally he has become the most bitter and tiring "cultivator" who can make himself feel at ease, this kind of temperament, where can he wait for a hundred years? So Boss Song came to the mundane world for the first time.

Boss Song was born in the ordinary, he was born as a farmer, and he was also an honest man. Honest people have a kind of pathological stubbornness about certain things, such as Boss Song, who always thinks that good people will be rewarded. So after he quietly put aside the medicine lady, he immediately teamed up with his two brothers to set up this game to see who could stand up and be this "good person". In his opinion, as long as he is a "good person", he will receive the "Heavenly King's Trick".

An undetectable glimmer of light flashed in the sky, and mortals were ignorant and did not know that a seed had been quietly planted in Southwind Town.