The sky is slightly bright, and the morning dew is slightly cool.

The light remnants of the winter solstice covered the city like a white veil.

In the remote small county town, the only teahouse is now crowded with people.

All kinds of people, rubbing their hands, sighing, enduring the cold, anxiously waiting for all kinds of work.

Everyone has their own thoughts, and no one cares about who is around them, and no one cares about who is missing.

Just like this river and lake that everyone wants to enter even if they squeeze their heads, even the "Third Young Master" who was once famous all over the world and was a god of swordsmanship, there was no more movement a month after the news of "The Third Young Master is dead" came out of Shenjian Villa.

The third young master, who was brilliant and amazing, and the world's side eyes, disappeared into this river and lake silently.

It's like a ripple droplet, and it disappears in an instant.

Huai Zhi'an, as always, appeared here like a lonely soul wandering outside the world.

You don't need to look at him to know that this is the world where Xie Xiaofeng is.

That sword intent that belonged to Xie Xiaofeng alone, he would never admit his mistake no matter what.

"Aji, it's cold, come in with a basin of hot water, and soak my feet."

A delicate voice came from a pavilion next to the teahouse.

Even if it is cold in winter, the water in the pond in this pavilion is still clear, reflected in the green pines and cypresses, rockeries and strange stones, flower beds and bonsai, vines and green bamboos, dotted in the meantime.

Visitors come to the door, there is an endless stream, the people who come and go are not literati and ink writers, or the stomach of high-ranking officials and nobles, the car is like a flowing water and a horse is like a dragon, the ground is covered with a carpet of soft brocade and satin embroidery, and the dazzling brilliance is reflected on the river surface on the side, rippling blue waves.

Huai Zhi'an only glanced at the upstairs flowers, young and pretty, even on a cold winter day, she was just a woman in a light tulle skirt, and immediately recognized what place this was.

And the place where the woman who spoke out was the backyard of the Qinglou, a place for these women to rest.

Hearing the voice behind him, the tall man who was standing at the door, looking at the frost and dead trees in a daze, came back to his senses at this time and answered in a low voice.

"Okay."

Although the young man's clothes are clean, they are old, and after wearing them, the man looks even more dull and rigid.

If it weren't for the sword intent on his body that Huai Zhi'an was extremely familiar with, Huai Zhi'an would not even be able to recognize that this was Xie Xiaofeng!

The once majestic and handsome man, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa, who was loved by countless women in the world, was like a clown at this time, and he was driven by people to order in a little-known small green building.

Huai Zhi'an sighed.

Knowing Xie Xiaofeng's life, he naturally knows that the most fundamental reason why Xie Xiaofeng did this is that he wants to stay away from the rivers and lakes completely.

Xie Xiaofeng was already tired of everything, tired of martial arts, tired of rivers and lakes, tired of Shenjian Villa, tired of endless duels, tired of killing people.

Therefore, Xie Xiaofeng abandoned all his identities and wandered around like a stray dog, let alone holding a sword again.

"Useless Aji, hurry up!"

There was another urging sound in the room.

The man named Aggie was silent, but his hands quickened, and he filled a bucket full of hot water.

The backyard is connected to an underground hot spring, so the water temperature is warm even in winter.

Squeak –

When the door opened, you were greeted by bright red, red carpet, red candles, red skirts, and ...... Red lips!

A woman with disheveled clothes and messy hair was lying on the big bed at this time, and her face still had the fat powder that had not been completely washed off.

The women are about the age of their early twenties, and even if they are covered by a quilt, they still can't hide the size of the hills on their chests, which are high and bulging.

Aji couldn't help but take a look, and Huai Zhian couldn't help but take a look.

"Yo, it's so strange, the wooden head is open?"

The woman's fox eyes twitched slightly, and her voice was full of depraved and sinful sensuality.

Aggie was silent, put the bucket down, found a wooden basin, and poured the hot spring water into it.

After that, Aggie skillfully found various petals and sprinkled them into it, and tested the temperature of the water with his fingers, and finally spit out two words as hard as a rock.

"Alright."

The woman on the bed giggled, and a sense of narrowness suddenly rose in her eyes, and she reluctantly lifted the futon in front of Aji.

Thin silk clothes are just a thin layer, and under one layer, there is nothing to wear!

After all, she picked up the guest last night, although the guest was generous, but he was also rude, and even tore all her clothes, and then fought until dawn, and when she returned to the backyard, she collapsed directly on the bed, fell asleep, and had no time to change clothes.

Now that I'm awake, I want to soak my feet to relieve my fatigue, and by the way, I will play tricks on this "useless Aji".

Huai Zhi'an blinked, what is this? Flying to Hengfu?

However, for Huai Zhi'an, the woman in the dust, or the woman in the Qinglou in the dust, is really not attractive, and it is no different from looking at the pictures of the ladies, or even worse.

What disappointed the woman was that under Aji's long eyes, his eyes were still unwavering, like a pool of stagnant water.

"Cut, the old lady's body is something that others want to see, but they have to pay silver, and it's the same as a piece of wood to show it for free for you."

The big-breasted woman snorted coldly, suddenly feeling bored, found a light gauze at random and put it on, got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

But after a while, he giggled again, and looked at the man standing in the doorway like a log.

The woman blinked, looking curiously at the man who looked like a dead dog, smelled like a dead fish, and had been depressed since he came to their Chunhua Building.

What does the other party seem to have an unknown past? Or is it a secret that no one knows......

No one knows what the real name of this "useless Aggie" is, where it comes from.

The sisters in the building only knew that this was picked up by Grandma from the back alley of the teahouse next door, a bit like a stone, silent, not talkative, and hard-working, he could let him do anything.

Originally, the sisters still thought that Grandma, the person who was picked up, was inexplicable, but after getting along for a while, they all had a strange feeling for Aji, just like ...... Got a dog?

Because Aggie, like a dog, can't speak, which means that he doesn't talk much.

In this line of work, they have heard too many rhetoric and seen too many truths and falsehoods, so they like people who don't talk much.

Soaking her feet, the woman suddenly beckoned.

"Come here, squat down, pinch my feet."

Aggie did so in silence.

But when Aggie just wanted to squat, the woman suddenly lifted her foot out of the basin, and the water droplets fell, and her wet foot stepped directly on Aji's shoulder.

The linen-like clothes were instantly stained with a layer of "ink".

"Aji, sister, I usually start with twenty taels of silver, today my sister is in a good mood, I will give you a discount, only charge you ten taels of silver, you can go to this bed, how about it?" The woman's voice was like a fox, and her eyes were even more playful looking at Aji at her feet.

Aggie shook his head.

"You don't even have that money?" The woman asked. "What about the salary that Grandma usually gives you?"

Aggie replied, "Drinking." ”

Now his only hobby is drinking.

But good wine is very expensive, so he is very short of money, so he has to make money.

The woman was a little angry, looking at Aji's thick eyes, and suddenly remembered that she didn't seem to have seen Aji's eyes.

The woman thought about it, squinted her eyes, and without using her hands, she directly stretched out her right foot, which was as delicate as mutton fat white jade, and lifted Aji's heavy hair curtain with her round and translucent thumb.

Aji was also a little caught off guard, and when he reacted, the other party had already seen his face and his eyes.

For the first time, Aggie took the initiative to get up and hurried away from the woman.

"Hey, Aggie! There's someone making trouble in front of you, so go and help! ”

Suddenly there was an anxious call outside, and Aji breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly pushed the door out, not daring to stay longer.

It wasn't until a moment after Aggie left that the woman came back to her senses.

"Those eyes ......"

The woman didn't see Aggie's face clearly, because from the first glance, she was completely attracted to Aggie's eyes.

It was the clearest eye she had ever seen, so quiet and bright, yet so tired.

So tired that it seems that even the heart behind the eyes is full of holes......

-----------------

"What are you doing in Sister Gillian's room?"

The turtle of the Qinglou watched Aji walk out of the room of Sister Gillian, the most popular in the Qinglou, with envy on his face, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Wash your feet." Aggie was silent.

The envy on the face of the turtle was even stronger, and he also wanted to wash Sister Gillian's feet, Sister Gillian's feet must be slippery to the touch, smell must be fragrant, lick them, they must be ......

"Ahem."

Aggie coughed dryly, interrupting the other party's fantasy time.

"Oh yes, there are two prostitutes who eat the overlord's meal in Qinglou, with weapons, I think it's clearly two practitioners, his grandmother's, forget if you don't give money after prostitution, you still beat people, Grandma Han was beaten, and no one dared to stop the others."

Grandma Han is the Qinglou aunt who picked up Aji back and now pays Aji.

After that, Huai Zhi'an saw that the two white prostitutes who no one dared to stop in the entire Qinglou were stopped by Aji.

The silent Aggie, as always, stood there like a stone, blocking the way of the two.

The two white prostitutes sneered: "You want to die? ”

Aji said: "I don't want to die, but I don't want to be starved to death, if you leave without paying the bill, it will be tantamount to knocking out my job." ”

Grandma Han and the Qinglou sisters looked at Aji in surprise, the "useless Aji" in their impression seemed to be suddenly "useful" at this time.

But as soon as Aji finished saying this, two knives stabbed into his body.

Aggie will only be reasonable and will not fight, because he is useless Aggie.

But even so, he didn't even move, he didn't even frown, he just stood there like this, and was stabbed seven or eight times.

Aji didn't fight back, and he didn't beg for mercy, but this attitude resolutely resisted with his life, and finally insisted on letting the two guys who ate the overlord meal and became white prostitutes serve Aji.

scolded and cursed two sentences, "a madman who wants money and doesn't want to die", and then dropped a few large ingots of silver and walked away in ashes.

Aji became the "hero" of the Qinglou, but this was not what Aji wanted, so Huai Zhi'an watched Aji leave the Qinglou after bandaging his wounds in a cold sweat.

Under Huai Zhi'an's gaze, Aji, who was covered in a knife wound, walked in the cold wind.

Now let alone drinking, there is no place to eat and sleep.

So Aggie went back to the teahouse, wanting to find a job to make money and buy wine, as he did at the beginning.

But now Aji is injured, and there is no acquaintance as a guarantee, no one dares to ask for it, after all, if he dies, he will have to pay money.

After being hungry for several days, when Aji was about to faint from hunger, a sturdy and honest man appeared, Ah Miao!

Ah Miao is a dung picker and makes a living by picking dung.

When Ah Miao squatted down and asked Ah Ji if he would like to pick up dung with him, Ah Ji said yes.

When Aji asked Ah Miao why he wanted to help him, Ah Miao said with a smile: "At first, Sister Gillian asked me to help you, and I didn't care about it, but when I saw you just now, it was like seeing myself back then, and I was about to starve to death." ”

Ah Miao took in Ah Ji, and Ah Ji then knew that Ah Miao and Gillian were "sister and brother", and the two were not related by blood, but two orphans depended on each other and grew up wandering together, but the relationship between the two was tight, no looser than any blood in the world.

Now Ah Miao and Gillian are two, one picks dung and the other is in the Qinglou, and the two make money in their own ways, just to feed the street children who were adopted by them.

casually said to be street children, but these children are with Miao and Gillian, but they are like real family.

At first, Aji was still a little restrained, but later when Gillian came back a few times, under the leadership of Gillian, the children also got acquainted with Aji, and also regarded Aji as their family.

This is pure "family affection" that Aggie has never felt since he was a child.

Aggie was very moved.

Since then, for most of the year, Aji and Miao have become good brothers, and the two of them work together to make money and feed the children.

Gillian sometimes brings some leftovers from Qinglou, which is also a rare delicacy for them.

After getting along during this time, Ah Miao was surprised by Aji's woodenness.

Aji seems to be able to endure anything, beat him, scold him, cut him with a knife, insult him, bully him, beat him and don't fight back, scold him and don't fight back, no wonder Sister Gillian said that he was "useless Aji".

Huai Zhi'an watched all this, his gaze calm.

It is this "forbearance", so no one would have thought that this down-and-out young man was once the third young master of the world's first divine sword.

But this peaceful life did not last long, and in the early summer of the following year, Gillian's face was ruined.

is still the cruel guest, but compared to the beginning of just tearing clothes, the other party has become even more violent, and it can even be said to be a simple "cathartic violence" like a beast.

At first, Gillian could bear it, but when the other party picked up the knife, Gillian still chose to resist in a panic.

And the end of the rebellion is that Gillian's face is completely ruined.

Ah Miao was filled with grief and anger, and he was so angry that he directly beat the man.

Pick up big dung every day, Ah Miao has nothing else, what he has is strength!

But this fight can be a complete disaster, because the man has a big background and is the second-in-command of the local gang.

So the other party gave a death order, Gillian, Miao, and the children adopted by the other party all have to die! And to die in the most frightening way!

Aggie couldn't help it.

Someone wants to kill his friend Gillian, his brother Amiao, and the children who see him as a family.

So, on that day, Aji picked up the sword again and became the third young master!

But the reappearance of the third young master in the rivers and lakes also attracted the attention of another peerless swordsman-

Yan Thirteen!