Babbling.

Well~

There was a sound of moving things, and Leng Yanqiu stopped coaxing the system's mentally retarded behavior (what he said just now was so annoying that the system ignored him.) He looked around into the darkness, and a dim light appeared in his sight.

It was a hole, and a sickly pale little face appeared at the entrance of the cave, and when he saw Leng Yanqiu's bright move, he smiled.

"Boss, you're awake!!Wait for me to get these things out of the way!"

"Don't bother, you get out of the way!"

The child Yiyan hid to the side, Leng Yanqiu slapped a powerful palm in front of him, only to hear a bang, and the unknown debris blocking the door was violently pushed away by an invisible force.

Crashed into another wall.

"Click!"

"唲~"

Behind the wall, a middle-aged man covered his waist, moaning in pain, and his heart was now: "This bed is so special! Damn Wang Laohan actually lied to me!"

......

......

Leng Yanqiu walked out of the hut, the sky not far away was dim, and the stars were still twinkling, and the east had cleared up after the rain, and the sky had lit up slightly.

At dawn?

Lift the corner of the cloth strip on your hand, the arm has scabbed, the lost flesh has grown back, and you can fully recover when the scab falls off.

The corners of Leng Yanqiu's mouth were slightly hooked, this Extreme Yang Qi and Extreme Yin Power are still very easy to use!

"Boss, when you were healing yesterday, the glow was filled, and I ......"

At this time, the child stepped forward to explain what he did last night, and after listening to his words, Leng Yanqiu understood why it would be dark when he woke up.

"I didn't think it right! Thank you!"

rubbed the child's brain, and said thank you solemnly.

"No... No thanks, this is what I should do. ”

No!

Leng Yanqiu said solemnly in his heart, he originally just wanted to give this child a splash of wealth and wealth, but now he feels that he wants to give him a lifetime of honor!

Don't doubt it, although this is the world of cultivating immortals, although his strength is only a little fantasy, he is not a real master.

But if you want to send an ordinary person, an ordinary man, and a wealth and prosperity, he can still do it.

Now he wants to give him a lifetime of honor, although he can't do it for the time being, it doesn't mean that he can't do it in the future, he is a systematic man, although the system doesn't care much about himself now.

Suddenly,

Mutter~

A stomach protest broke the silence.

The child clutched his stomach and lowered his head shyly.

Leng Yanqiu smiled lightly, and touched his waist with his hand, but unexpectedly touched the void, his brows were locked, and his hands groped around his waist for a while.

He discovered a terrible truth, now he was afraid that he would not be able to feed this little child, he might not even be able to support himself.

His money bag, in the escape last night, did not know where it fell.

At this time, the child also raised his head to look at him.

Suddenly, the atmosphere was a little awkward......

"Cough, cough...", he coughed a few times to ease the atmosphere, and asked Leng Yanqiu softly, "Speaking of which, I don't know what your name is?"

"Boss, my name is Wei Ying!" the child replied with a smile: "I am famous in this area, you don't have to worry about our food today......"

The child talked endlessly, his experience in begging for life, and did not mention Leng Yanqiu's actions just now.

Being chased and killed and losing money is often said in this drama.

He won't be stupid to mention it! The boss is such a big man, he must run much faster than him! He must take more than him! Don't worry about going hungry in the future!

"Stop!"

Just as Wei Ying was talking energetically, Leng Yanqiu interrupted him.

"Ahem... We don't have to beg for food from today onwards, and you don't want to know who I am?"

Forehead......

Wei Ying looked confused at first, he didn't beg for food, what did they eat today?

When I heard the second half of the sentence, I immediately lifted my spirits.

That's right, the boss is a dignified immortal cultivator, how can he beg? How can there be no way to survive?

Leng Yanqiu's next sentence made his heart fall to the bottom in an instant......

"So, you take a bowl, and I'll take the flute......"

Isn't this still begging?

Boss, I'm afraid you're not a fake immortal who cultivates!

(Leng Yanqiu: Wei Ying, you are wrong! I am not cultivating a fake immortal! I haven't cultivated at all!)

Wei Ying lowered his head in disappointment, it seems that whether he will be hungry today depends on him.

Thinking like this, Wei Ying felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, that was a responsibility!

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......

Not long after, in the bamboo forest outside the town, Leng Yanqiu had already made a bamboo flute.

He has been discussing with Lang Yu before is not only the piano art, all the music and rhythm are involved, plus as a disciple of the Yin and Yang family who attaches equal importance to temperament and appearance, how can he not understand the music and rhythm, at that time, Concubine Yan wanted to make him proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he was crazy to tie up... invited countless masters to come, and those days simply made him think about this life......

"Isn't it just begging for a living? can this be me? just ......" looked at the 'rags' on his body and sighed coldly, lying on his back on the ground: "After I go back, how can I explain this to the purple girl!"

Woo~~......

Click, click, click

Bang Bang ......

"Thank you!

In Leng Yanqiu, the song is full of tactfulness, magnificence, grandeur, sighing... After the magnificent song, the audience did not throw countless copper coins into the small broken bowl in Wei Ying's hand.

This little kid couldn't stop thanking him, Leng Yanqiu didn't say a word, just lowered his head and kept his fists clenched.

"Boss!

After a while, Wei Ying carried a bowl on his head, carrying a burden and pulling the corner of Leng Yanqiu's clothes, Leng Yanqiu raised his head, didn't look at the burden Wei Ying was carrying, and looked around.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, he smiled sarcastically, took off the bowl on Wei Ying's head, rubbed Wei Ying's little head and said, "Let's go! Go back and count the money!"

"Hmm!"

Wei Ying nodded heavily, trotted home, Leng Yanqiu looked at his thin back that was gradually disappearing, and laughed coldly, this is a piercing smile like a cold spring, which makes people shudder.

"Little brat, it's really a little brat!"

Seeing Wei Ying's small figure disappearing from sight, Leng Yanqiu not only didn't follow, but wandered around the street.

He had to find a tailor shop first and repair the broken clothes, otherwise he would have to bear it when he went back.

Of course, you have to buy a few clothes, otherwise the clothes will be completely damaged in the future in the fight, and you will not be able to repair them.

Now the clothes are just torn into strips of cloth, and with exquisite technology, they can still be connected with the ornamentation, if they are completely broken......

The purple girl's anger may be a little big.

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......

"You need 400 wen to repair a dress!" Why don't you grab it!

Hearing the price given by the tailor, Leng Yanqiu exclaimed, but he still swallowed the second half of the sentence sensibly.

"Childe, I'm not much, look at what your clothes have been torn!"

The tailor grabbed a ball of rags Leng Yanqiu gave him and motioned for Leng Yanqiu to take a look for himself.

"That's it~"

There are only more than 300 wen in the bowl, which is not enough!

After a moment of silence, Leng Yanqiu's face turned cold, his eyes flashed with devouring light, and he said coldly: "Boss, you wait for me for a while, I'll come back soon!"

After speaking, he turned around and jumped, flew onto the roof of the teahouse opposite, and rushed to Wei Ying's house......

After he was gone, the tailor, frightened, sat down in his place and took no more business.

He had just heard the killing intent from Leng Yanqiu's words, he didn't dare to do other people's business at all, what if this lord was unhappy when he came back and killed himself directly?

The master just now kept staring at the bowl, could it be that the money was not enough, and he was going to kill people and sell more goods......

Does this count as a command?

Thinking of this, the tailor felt as if there was a warm current flowing in his pants......