At the entrance of a bridge hole, a ragged young man was prostrate on the ground, his head against the ground, and there was a broken bowl in front of him.

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On the official road, a son in blue clothes inlaid with gold lines held a jar and poured turbid liquid into his mouth as he walked.

Suddenly, Brother Gongzi's eyes flashed, and he put down the altar he was holding.

"Bah, Bah! It's finally here!"

Looking at the ancient character Yuyang on the city gate, Leng Yanqiu showed a happy smile and threw the jar in his hand casually, "Bang!" The crisp sound echoed on the road. ，

"This muddy wine smells earthy, it's really uncomfortable, now I can finally drink good wine, I'm here for the wine!!"

Leng Yanqiu wolf howled and ran towards the city, approaching the city gate, but was stopped by an old aunt.

Leng Yanqiu rushed towards the city, and suddenly a broom was in front of him.

"Go back to the old lady!"

Leng Yanqiu stopped and frowned, turned his head to look, and found that an aunt who was all over his waist except for his neck stopped him.

"Why did this aunt stop on the way down, and why did she insult me?"

Leng Yanqiu asked in an unhappy tone, and at the same time rubbed the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, as if as long as this aunt didn't give him a reasonable explanation, he would let this shrew know what it meant to be a spiritual guy who couldn't be messed with!

"Talking in a screpe, bullying the old lady for not having read a book! Auntie, who is the aunt!" the old aunt raised her broom as she said and directly greeted Leng Yanqiu.

Leng Yanqiu looked at the broom that hit his head, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and his true qi moved with his arms, intending to teach this shrew who relied on the old and sold the old a lesson.

But the next sentence of the old aunt not only made him disperse his true anger, but he didn't dare to teach people in his heart, so he dodged one by one.

"The old lady is still a serious yellow flower girl, how can you have such a big nephew! You insulting and innocent little brute, die for the old lady!"

Leng Yanqiu, who was about to fight back, hurriedly dispersed his true anger when he heard this, and hurriedly dodged the old aunt's attack.

After all, this is his fault, this is an ancient society, every woman regards the name festival as her life, her innocence is humiliated, and the woman usually dies with her full name, and he really almost made a big mistake.

It's just that how can there be a woman in this world who can't marry at such an age?

Immediately, he thought of a big man who has been passed down through the ages - Jiang Shang, Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Taigong, who took the bait, was relieved.

That great god is married to a sixty-eight-year-old lady with yellow flowers......

"No, Auntie......"

"Auntie, is the old lady very old?

I'll go, aren't your graying temples obvious enough?

Moving his footsteps, he dodged the sweeping broom again, and Leng Yanqiu said again and again:

"Miss, Miss just had a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding you!"

The broom in the old aunt's hand was chopped down again, missed, panting and pestle, scolding Leng Yanqiu, she now understands that this kid has been playing her like a monkey, and she can't touch the corner of her clothes at all.

"You little deflated calf, the old lady swept out of the street with great difficulty in the morning, and you threw jars directly on it as soon as you came, you can't get along with me sincerely, right?"

"You turtle king eight-born turtle grandson......"

Seeing that this shrew became more and more scolding, the surrounding pedestrians stopped to watch the play, and even a few unknown people began to point fingers at him.

Leng Yanqiu didn't say a word, bent down to pick up the fragments of the wine jar on the ground, squeezed through the crowd and ran towards the city.

"Little bastard, don't go, come and fight with the old lady for three hundred rounds!"

Seeing that Leng Yanqiu didn't reply, she just squeezed through the crowd and ran away, the shrew thought that Leng Yanqiu was afraid of her, so she chased her out and provoked.

But I don't know who tripped her, and crawled on the ground in a dog-like posture.

The shrew got up angrily, turned around and shouted at the crowd: "Which of the miscellaneous pieces who have been stabbed with a thousand knives, dare to trip the old lady, stand up for the old lady!"

The crowd took a step back and began to make noise, pointing fingers at each other, apparently no one wanted to offend the vixen.

"Okay! Dare not do it! Or is it not a man? If it is ......"

Seeing that no one admitted it, the shrew pointed her finger at the crowd and spat out the fragrance, and before she could finish her cruel words, she suddenly had a pain in her ankle and knelt down.

The shrew looked down, and somehow driped, a hole appeared in her bare feet, and blood kept gushing out, and her head slowly approached, and she actually saw the ground through the hole in her bare feet......

Yes!!!!!

As if she had realized it, the shrew let out a painful wail, and the howl resounded through the sky, making people feel a chill in their backs when they heard it.

The people who had just watched the play looked at the scene in front of them in a daze, looking at each other and at a loss.

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted: "There are ghosts!!, everyone run!"

The crowd dispersed, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, although everyone ran in different directions, they would pass by the place where the shrew was lying, some people ran directly on the shrew, some people were carried by others, or pushed away, they would lift a kick on the shrew......

Leng Yanqiu watched the farce at the city gate in the city, smiled disdainfully, and threw away the fragment of the wine jar in his hand.

As if nothing had happened, he strode towards a restaurant not far away.

The sun is sinking in the west.

faded away the dazzling light of the day, converged the scorching silence of the noon, and showed a softness like water.

"Plop~"

The splash of water splashed with the heavy objects falling into the water, under the golden afterglow of the setting sun, like a golden lotus blooming on the surface of the river.

Leng Yanqiu retracted the throwing action, got up and turned back to the inside of the guardrail, lying on the side of the bridge, looking at the sparkling water, his eyebrows were full of indignation.

"What a rule! We will not accept people who are not well-dressed! What kind of bastard sets the rules!"

Today he went around the whole city for a day, and every inn, restaurant, and restaurant went there, but he didn't enter the door yet!

I let the shopkeeper stop him, and he didn't let him in.

What to say, the City Lord's Mansion has rules that do not allow the reception of people who are not neatly dressed.

He said, "I'm dressed neatly, why don't you let me in?"

The shopkeeper said to him very politely: "This guest officer, you are neatly dressed, but your hair is ......."

Hair, what's wrong with the hair? Did I eat your rice or how did I drip? Even though I was about to eat it......

It's just that everyone is very polite, and he can't lose his temper with people for no reason.

He could only leave in disdain, and he didn't have to look back to notice the strange eyes of the shopkeeper behind him.

After that, he went to fetch food in person, gave money, came to the bridge to eat while thinking about life, and one afternoon people came and went, and it is estimated that he became famous again unknowingly......

You ask him why he doesn't just tie his hair into the store to eat?, but he can't tie his hair!

When he crossed for the first time, he tied a drag oil bottle, and his life was always taken care of.

When crossing Qin, first there was Flame Lingji to take care of, and then Concubine Yan to take care of her, even if she slept in the mountains and forests, she was still taken care of by Xiaoyi, and when she arrived in Korea, she was taken care of by Zilanxuan's servants, and she didn't do anything at all, she was always enjoying it............

I never thought it would be planted in such a place~

"Gollum~"

Suddenly, a stomach scream mixed with swallowing saliva attracted Leng Yanqiu's attention, and he looked in the direction where the voice came from.

At the head of the bridge, there was a child with grass on his head and ragged clothes, looking straight at the scraps he had placed on the pier with cold eyes......