Fame, fortune, and power, a person lives for a lifetime, nothing more than these three.

Some people love fame, some people value profit, and some people love power!

The old man of Great Compassion is close to his sixtieth birthday, and his life span is short! Death, naturally, is afraid of death! But who has not died since ancient times? Seventy years old, lack of sperm and blood, body injuries and ready to move, how many years to live?

In this case, he naturally regained his name.

But the renaming of the same name does not mean that he is not pragmatic and profitable.

All I asked for was three words: "Gotta add money!" ”

Few people in the world can get rid of the shackles of money, even those noble gentlemen who are famous in the rivers and lakes, mostly because of insufficient money, but things are not absolute!

There will always be one or two people who are different!

For example, Ding Peng, the meteor sword at this stage.

"Get ahead!"

In the early morning, the mist drifted into the room, Ding Peng took a deep breath, only to feel that the whole person was much refreshed.

His father was a dart master, and he accidentally got a scrap of paper with a record of the sword book 'Meteor Outside the Sky'. Because of his old age and intellect, he failed to learn this style of swordsmanship, but before he died, he asked Ding Peng to learn swordsmanship and fight for his idle life.

So in the past thirteen years, he has been practicing swordsmanship hard, practicing seven hours a day, just to get ahead.

He removed the damp clothes from the window.

Dried and washed last night, he only has this set, tattered, full of patches!

But he doesn't care!

Fame and fortune are connected, as long as he defeats the world-famous Qingsong swordsman, he will not be short of money.

But on the way, he would not allow himself to be tarnished by any dishonorable thing, and he was determined to get ahead on the right path!

With this in mind, he took out the blue cloth bag from under his pillow and touched the small pieces of silver inside.

It's not much, it's only three dollars, and it's all his belongings.

After paying for the house, he reluctantly bought some beef and baked cakes.

Tomorrow is a duel with the Green Pine Swordsman, and he must accumulate mental and physical strength from now on! Make sure your sword is fast enough!

He sat in the lobby and ate his meal quietly.

"Selling herself to bury her father, this woman is really pitiful."

"At a young age, the whole family died, and she was the only one left, ......"

Diners are pointing out the door.

After Ding Peng finished eating, he also glanced out, and his body was suddenly shocked.

In the open space outside the door, there was a cart covered with straw mats, and at the end of the straw mats were a few pairs of feet full of mud ditches.

These, but ordinary hard work, under the Ming Dynasty, I have seen a lot, and no one really cares too much.

The point is that the woman kneeling next to the board car, dressed in filial piety clothes, pear blossoms with rain, and white skin of frost and snow.

Women should be pretty, filial piety!

This outfit is really eye-catching!

Ding Peng only felt that the blood was surging, but soon, he clenched his fists.

He was young, and whenever he couldn't bear it, he grabbed a handful of snow and put it in his pants, or turned his heels to lift his spirits!

"Tomorrow is the time of the duel! My thirteen years of hard work must not be in vain! ”

He forcibly restrained Yu Wang and turned around.

"No hurry, no hurry! Just tomorrow, after tomorrow, everything will be different! ”

He went upstairs.

As he went upstairs, he glanced sideways at the window table on the second floor.

At that table, there was a man in blue who was drinking tea. Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in gorgeous clothes, behind them, there are two young people, one strong and one thin.

"If I had as much money as he was, I would have saved the woman."

Ding Peng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and his face was thin.

It's a pity that there is no what if...... The money in his pocket would not allow him to be impulsive.

Downstairs, the woman in filial piety was still sobbing slightly, but there were more and more onlookers, and after a while, the streets were full.

It's rare to find such a beautiful woman!

But most of them are pointing fingers, and they don't even ask the price.

A family of three, burn and bury one, to say the least, it will cost ten taels, and three people will be thirty taels. Ordinary people, except for eating and drinking, can't afford three taels of silver all year round.

……

"I'm not going, I'm not going!"

The woman in filial piety cried loudly, but she was still stuffed into the Yihong Courtyard opposite by the old bustard.

"What are you shouting! I paid for the burial, you are the person of my Yihong Courtyard! Don't be a slut! The old lady has the means to clean you up. The old bustard crossed his hands on his waist and scolded at the door of the inn.

Ding Peng, who was eating lunch, couldn't help frowning, but finally turned his head away.

There is no money in the pocket, and the hero is short of breath!

Tomorrow is the decisive battle, and until then, he can't do much!

You can't waste physical energy on irrelevant things.

……

Evening.

"Don't, don't!"

The filial woman seems to have angered the bustard.

was stripped of his clothes by the bustard on the street, and a group of fifty or sixty-year-old old customers stretched out their pig's trotters to rub oil.

Of course, because of their age, they have no strength and can only rub oil.

Filial piety...... No, it should be said that the Winged Fruit Woman was pleading miserably at the moment, and kept dodging backwards, trying to dodge.

However, there were too many people on the street, which was already blocking her way.

The sound of struggling and screaming made the old customers very excited.

Ding Peng, who was eating dinner, subconsciously glanced sideways, full and round...... All the good words that can be thought of cannot describe this woman's chances.

Stunner!

A stunner that's hard to give up!

Ding Peng wanted to look away, but his head didn't listen.

"Help me!"

"Who's going to save me!"

The woman squeezed left and right in the crowd, and finally jumped into the inn and fell on Ding Peng's hard legs.

"Save you?"

"The old lady spent money!"

"Today, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can't save you!"

The old bustard arrogantly led people to break into the inn, ready to arrest people, and tame them on the street again!

Her stubby fingers grabbed the woman's supple black hair and pulled it back.

"Ahh

The woman screamed, but her hands were holding on to the center of Ding Peng's pants: "Childe save me, save me!" ”

One, two, three......

Finally, Ding Peng yelled: "Let go!" ”

"What are you yelling at poor devil?! She owes the old lady three hundred taels of silver! The old bustard said angrily.

The next moment!

The sword flashed brightly.

There were two more bloody arms on the ground.

Yes! The bustard fainted immediately.

"Kill, kill!" Someone screamed miserably.

The crowd dispersed.

"Let's go."

Ding Peng straightened up and walked towards the stairs.

The winged fruit woman lowered her head, covered the place she couldn't cover, and followed behind Ding Peng.

"I'll let you go!"

Ding Peng said coldly.

"Childe, I have nowhere to go, so let me follow you." The woman sobbed, her snow-white shoulders shrugged.

"Let's go!"

Ding Peng saw waves in front of him, and he didn't dare to look back.

Strode into the room, slammed the door shut.

The woman paused for a while, then continued to move forward, and sat down on her knees against the door of Ding Peng's room, sobbing slightly from time to time.

Opposite the fence.

"This play...... Tut-tut......" The young man in blue spat out tea.

Astringent and bitter.

"Too deliberate." Said to the Big Bear.

A group of people surround it, and the little girl with winged fruit can run out! These big guys who mess around on the street grew up eating sparsely, right?!