This way of begging has a special name called "flower flowers", and these beggars who beg in the way of flowers are also called sparrows, and the leader is called hemp sparrows. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These beggars are in groups of three or five casually holding some flowers and plants in their hands, and they are surrounded at the door of the store while singing and dancing, and most of the content of the singing is to praise the benevolence of the owner, praise the prosperity of business, the prosperity of wealth, and other auspicious words, if the store does not pull out a dime, the content of the praise will develop in the opposite direction, and the owner and business will be cursed openly and secretly.

Businessmen are auspicious, pay attention to harmony and make money, and rarely see these beggars in general, and will more or less throw away some money. Even if there is an iron rooster that does not pull out, under the watchful eyes of passers-by and customers, it will also throw a few copper plates in the face.

Xu Feng has experienced such a scene when he was a steward in Bufeng Qianzhuang, and Steward Xu has always been generous, and he is famous in the whole street. Most of these beggars came from the north to beg all the way, and some of them looked a little familiar, and Xu Feng even wondered if he had ever taken a picture in Sendai City.

A tall and thin-haired young man who looked like a chicken nest put down the wooden stick in his hand and said happily: "Xu Dashanren, don't you remember the little one?" As he spoke, he spat a mouthful of foam at the palm of his hand, and touched a bucket on his face, showing a little eyebrows on his originally dark face. The disciples of the Burning Star Building looked a little disgusted, Xu Feng didn't have anything, he had seen too many pictures of poverty and misery in Sendai East City, and the hand of the thin and tall young man in front of him was a bit pleasing to the eye in comparison.

"Are you ......" Xu Feng was puzzled for a moment.

"In Luoying Street, Sendai City, the good man will reward a small five taels of silver!" the young beggar excitedly stretched out five black and thin fingers and said in a chiseled manner.

Xu Feng was still puzzled, five taels of silver was just a drop in the bucket for Xu Feng at that time, and he would not particularly remember it.

The old beggar at the head smiled, looked at the only copper plate in the broken bowl with a gloomy face, as if he had made up his mind, and suddenly shouted: "Ah San! the noble man forgets things, let's not bother, let's go!" The young man scratched his hair like a chicken coop, there was still an unwilling look on his face, and he didn't dare not disobey the order of the sparrow, and all the beggars walked past several people one by one indifferently.

Xu Feng is best at arithmetic and memory, and he has almost the ability to never forget, and has a unique memory method for everything similar or regular, such as numbers, such as faces. In a moment, countless faces flashed quickly in Xu Feng's mind, and Xu Feng was sure that he had never seen the face of a tall and thin beggar.

Xu Feng woke up from his contemplation and said in a deep voice: "Wait!" took out a silver ticket of three hundred taels from his arms, and said: "The days of leaving home are not easy, since it is an old man, Xu has a little silver here to serve as a road for you." ”

The sparrow turned around, and all the beggars looked at the silver ticket in Xu Feng's hand with strange eyes. The thin silver ticket looks unusually clear in daylight, and the coarse ink on it with the quota on it reflects a faint glow in the sunlight, making the silver ticket seem unreal.

Most of the beggars were destitute peasant households, and they had never seen such a large amount of silver in their lives, but they knew that the piece of paper in the hands of the young man in front of them was very valuable. It was probably enough for them to eat and drink without worrying about going to Huizhou.

Ye Xiu was not in the mood to pay attention to Xu Feng's woman's benevolence, and led Ding Kaishan and Xuan Peipei forward with an expressionless face. Xu Feng gave Xuan Peipei the impression that he was a rich man with a flamboyant tongue, and he didn't expect that this kid not only had a lot of ability to observe words and feelings, but also had such a righteous and squandering side, and looked back a few times while walking. The fourth senior brother Sun Yimao was a little reluctant, and eagerly looked at the silver ticket in Xu Feng's hand.

When the sparrow walked up to Xu Feng, he couldn't find any trace of the burlesque dance just now, his solemn face seemed to be a different person, and his right thumb and index finger gently pinched the end of the silver ticket.

The hands of the two people were connected through a thin silver ticket, and Xu Feng suddenly felt that the silver ticket in his hand had turned into a red-hot iron plate. At this moment, Xu Feng Zhenyuan silently rushed out and wrapped it in his right hand, and even the Dao Sword on his back trembled slightly!

The danger came so suddenly, Xu Feng felt the greatest pressure since his cultivation, the invisible heat wave was like an entangled python along Xu Feng's arm and quickly occupied half of his body, the idea of wind and rain had already condensed in the secluded mansion, and it would suddenly explode in the next moment.

Feeling the sword intent of the wind and rain, the old beggar suddenly laughed, with a hint of comfort in satisfaction, and with deep doubts in comfort, with the bloom of the smile, the heat wave disappeared in an instant, and everything returned to normal, as if it had never happened at all. The silver ticket was still an ordinary silver ticket, and you could feel the smoothness of the ink on it when you touched your fingers.

This temptation came and went quickly, Xu Feng didn't even have time to experience it carefully, and the third and fourth senior brothers on the side didn't notice anything unusual at all.

Xu Feng's eyes were cold, and he slowly let go of the fingers holding the silver ticket.

At this moment, he walked back and forth between life and death, and his back was completely wet with sweat. The old beggar's exercises are fierce and hot, above board, just a slight temptation makes Xu Feng feel like he is in the middle of a volcano, and the realm is even more advanced than ever before, Xu Feng doesn't even know which realm to describe, because among the people who have fought with him, the most powerful is Ye Xiu's fateful realm. In front of the realm of the old beggar, Xu Feng felt that he was a thin piece of ice in front of a huge volcano.

The old beggar smiled and nodded, and the silver ticket disappeared with a flick of his hand, but there was a very thin booklet in his hand, which was the most common cultivation manual in Middle-earth, "Dao Yuan Fu". This is a book about the world's great way, and it is also a manual spread by the people of Sanqing, and almost everyone who believes in Sanqing has a copy, and they carry it with them when they leave home, in order to show their loyalty to the faith.

"Dao Yuan Fu" is divided into two parts: the prologue and the main text, the main text mainly talks about the root of the path of cultivation. And the prologue is only three, all of them are eulogies of the Three Qing Doctrine, these eulogies are also used by people as auspicious words, folk weddings, funerals, shop openings and other things, will randomly choose four words from the prologue as the main body of the event, in order to show grandeur and auspiciousness, in the Netherworld Island Taiyi Taoist also took this book to defraud Xu Feng's silver.

"Yoshimoto is a gift, and I wish the Jiben people their own natural appearance. The old beggar handed over the book, his black eyes contained bottomless knowledge, Xu Fengleng for a moment, thinking about the danger just now, and resolutely reached out to take the book.

"There will be a period later," said the old beggar, who said no more, and led the people away. Xu Feng looked at his turned back, knowing that he had seen this person, but it was just a long and cruel passage of time, and this person's appearance and temperament had changed like heaven and earth, and he didn't react for a while.

After figuring out some things, Xu Feng's face became a little pale, knowing that he had met the legend again, and he also knew that there would really be a meeting with this old beggar, because they really had some relationship, or something to do with them.

Xu Feng carefully put the dirty book into his arms, and the fourth senior brother said with a disdainful face, "You treat everything as a treasure!", everyone did not notice Xu Feng's strange appearance, only the thirteenth senior brother, who has always been sensitive, felt a little weird, and said: "Senior brother, it's okay." Xu Feng shook his hand gently, and everyone didn't delay any longer, and unfolded their bodies and galloped all the way away.

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In Sendai City, Zhongzhou, the streets are already a little depressed compared to the past, and Yuan Yongsheng, who is wearing a long robe, is sweating profusely and carrying a huge bamboo basket on his back to walk the long street.

The bamboo basket was full of books, all kinds of spiritual books. The last time Xu Feng wrote a letter, he re-read "Dao Yuan Fu" by chance, and found that the scriptures that were so ordinary in the past had a different feeling, and there was an indescribable hot thing in his heart that made him very comfortable.

So over the past few months, he has become obsessed with spiritual practice, or rather, with books on spiritual practice, and he has scoured all over the world for books on spiritual practice to read. I read it one by one, read it one by one, but never put it into practice, just studied these books as poems and songs, from Taoism to sword spectrum, from Zhenyuan to Shennian, and studied all kinds of Taoism in various sects day and night.

The situation is getting more and more chaotic, and the transformation of Dongcheng is becoming more and more difficult, he passed in front of the house where Yan Sihai lived, looking at the gatehouse that used to be like a city but now it is deserted, the lazy sloppy boy in the world also had a trace of waves in his heart, sighed softly, reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, lifted the basket on his back upward, and continued to move forward.

In a side courtyard in the Yan family's compound, Bai Hu was dressed in an extremely clean plain robe, and his fair and stable hands were holding a piece of stationery, which was produced in Luochuan like the letter paper that was once placed on the table of Liuhuafang, with intricate gold threads on it. Bai Hu liked this complex and elegant feeling, but he didn't like the words on it at all. There are two lines of delicate handwriting on it, and at first glance it is written by a woman.

Bai Hu read these two words again, and the knuckles of the fingers holding the letter looked a little pale, which was the condensation of anger and strength.

He has read this short letter many times, every time he reads his back is wet with sweat, although the handwriting on the letter looks delicate, but there is no half of the soft color, those as thin as the tip of the needle outline reveals an undoubted domineering and ruthless aura, as long as you glance at it, you feel that there are countless gorgeous and cold steel needles shaking in front of you, and reading it carefully is even more piercing.

Are you a pig!

That's all there is to it on ornate letterhead embroidered with gold thread. The sentence is a little vulgar, it does not match the elegant letter paper very well, and it is even a little ridiculous to read it for those who do not understand, but if you know who wrote these words, you will not laugh and cry, because in the face of real and inescapable death, whether it is laughing or crying seems a little redundant and artificial.

Bai Hu glanced at the direction of the sun, knew that his time was running out, pulled out a fast horse from the stable, flew up, and rode out directly from the courtyard.

The long street at noon was a little empty, and a few people were bored, and the horses made a series of rapid clicking sounds on the stone slabs, like a gust of wind howling southward.