In Yunxi Town, where the folk customs are simple, in the streets and alleys, a group of children are chasing a teenager in tattered clothes.

At the age of fourteen, the boy does not look like the son of a rich family when he is dressed, he begs for a life under the sun all the year round, his complexion is dark, and his eyebrows and eyes are indeed full of the unique wit of the young man.

The boy ran ahead, and one accidentally knocked a fruit seller into a fork.

The man relieved himself, and slashing his head and covering his face was a rather popular scolding.

The young man smiled, ignored the man, made a grimace, took one or two oranges into his arms, and ran away.

A group of seventeen or eighteen children, walking through the streets and alleys, even if they are the most bookish old masters, they all shake their heads and sigh that rotten wood cannot be carved.

Passing through one of the most prosperous streets, there was a cold girl of thirteen or fourteen years old outside the teahouse.

Holding a mottled old pipa, wearing a pale yellow plain skirt, the emaciation is distressing, the face is also sickly pale, a piece of white gauze half-covers the face, and the rest of the beauty that can not be concealed is shocking, even if the clothes are plain, but the demeanor is elegant, unique to the style of a small family jasper, if you are born in a rich family, you are afraid that the person who proposes to marry will have to step through the threshold when you stay in the year of Mei Biao.

The fly in the ointment is that she has a pair of spring apricot eyes, but her pupils are pale and dismal.

The girl slowly opened her voice, singing a small song that has been handed down since ancient times, about a pair of young girls who have just opened their love, on the edge of the river, fell in love at first sight, folded the reed as a token, and made a private decision for life.

The singing voice is like a graceful little bird, dancing by the clouds under the bright sun.

Surrounded by four or five drunken village soldiers and splashers, I didn't wait for the girl to sing a song full of spring tide, and those eyes looked directly at the girl's waist and abdomen, for fear of missing an opportunity to feast their eyes.

A middle-aged villager with a flushed face was just about to approach and touch the girl's jade hand, when he saw an equally dilapidated iron bowl pressed against his own people, and then a stench like swill soaked in the dung pit for more than half a year hit, and everyone hurriedly retreated.

"Those who have money have a money field, and those who don't have money ......" Speaking of this, the little ghost who is not as high as the township soldier's belly rolled his eyes.

The township soldiers led by him were not angry, and they were just about to teach this little ghost who didn't know the height of the sky, when they suddenly heard a crackling sound in the crotch of the doll's pants, followed by an indescribable stench.

The boy with the bowl was seven or eight years old, patting his body in the sun, which could stir up a great deal of dust, his hair was greasy and greasy, and he was snorting with snot hanging on his nose, and his eyes were particularly unkind, and he held the bowl and shook it under the nose of the ruffian.

"It's really fucking unlucky, it's gone." Several soldiers spat and threw a copper plate into the iron bowl, scolding and brushing their sleeves away.

The other onlookers also scattered, the girl named He Xi hid her face and smiled, and touched the direction in which her brother spoke, and the younger brother He Xu smiled, rubbed his nose, and the half of the green brick hanging on his buttocks fell to the ground with a clatter.

He Xu of He Xi, the first-class bravery in the world!

He Xi's body was excited, like a red-eyed little beast, grinning at Xia Ze who was passing by, the young man ignored him, spread out his palms and thumbs against his cheeks, and the elephant's ears fluttered and made a grimace, and walked away.

More than a dozen people behind him were grimacing, if they hadn't been pulled by He Xi, the "Golden Brick of the Great God of the Three Altars of the Sea Society" behind He Xu would have been killed.

When they came to a tea shop, a group of imps crept to their feet tacitly and silenced their breath.

The owner of this shop is a graceful woman, who lost her husband in her early years, and the neighbors from all over the world saw that she was pitiful, so some well-wishers scraped together to help her make up some silver taels, and then the man's funeral was arranged.

This tea shop is barely managed with the rest of the money, the woman is skillful, making steamed buns, noodles, all kinds of food is not a problem, diligent, get up early and be greedy for darkness, not to mention the wealth and wealth of the year, there will always be a surplus.

Just looking at this somewhat beautiful woman, the man in the town sprouted a flowery intestine, and when he patronized the business, his eyes were like knives, and he glanced at the woman's chest fiercely, and over time, the town somehow became a legend about a rumor, saying that the woman was slutty and stealing men behind her back.

The young man took the woman who turned his back to boil tea in the depths of the shop, and secretly stretched out his hand to the steamed bun in the steamer, not wanting the bun to be extinguished shortly after the bun came out of the oven.

The woman was also quite spicy, scooping up a scoop of cold water and splashing it over.

"Lu Ying, you shrew, you killed my father and mother, and my brother, even I have to die!" The boy wiped his face and cursed.

The woman gritted her teeth, scooped up a scoop of water, and splashed the boy into a soup chicken.

"Xia Ze, doesn't my mother owe you? Thirteen or fourteen people, three days and two ends to my shop to make trouble, do you still have my sister-in-law in your eyes? ”

The young man simply didn't hide, let the water droplets fall from his head, and mocked: "What's wrong with the master eating a few buns from you, you owe me, and I won't be able to pay it off in the next life, don't give me food, just give you a few good men to eat." ”

There are more than a dozen milky little dolls behind him, and the youngest one has just learned to walk, and he will be being held in the arms of his sister who is a few years older.

The gossip followed the shouting, all of which were scolding slang learned from the boys, and in other shops not far away, a few hard-working people put down their work and came out to watch the excitement.

Lu Ying's face was excited by these words, red and white, and finally threw the scoop in his hand to the ground, whimpered and cried, babbling that his life was miserable, he was widowed at such a young age, and he was such a debt collector or something.

Seeing this, the young man known as Xia Ze didn't care about the heat, so he quickly grabbed a few steaming buns and put them in his arms, and just stepped out of the shop with his front feet, he turned back and picked up the water scoop on the ground.

Walking out of the shop, throwing it at the door of a certain person who likes to take advantage of it the most, the gourd water scoop was shattered, and then a mouthful of spit was smeared viciously, and the family hurriedly closed the door, at most secretly scolding a little bastard who has no one to teach him in life.

After Xia Ze and a group of little dolls left quickly, Lu Yingcai walked out of the shop and picked up the bun on the ground, which had a black slap print on it.

A group of little dolls followed the teenager, shuttled through the busy alley again, came to a broken temple, and brought bundles of straw poles with a familiar car, and sat down side by side, all of them were children of poor families, dressed in tatters, with their heads on their heads, eating the buns, and some of them ate that little bit, they looked at the other ones in their hands, the sensible ones, carefully took a bite, licked their lips, and fed the chewed buns to the little doll in their arms.

Xia Ze sighed: "God, if you open your eyes, take a look at these dolls, take a good look." ”

The old man on the side smiled: "The half-grown hairy boy has a bodhisattva heart, which is commendable." ”

The old man, known as the beggar master, is said to have come from the north seven or eight years ago, and at first made a living as a fortune teller. The old man claimed to have a rough understanding of some plum blossoms, and could divinate good fortune and evil, and lived a good life by inscribed divination to the store.

One day later, somehow he went crazy, jumped into the dung pit in a Taoist robe, foaming at the mouth as if he was suffering from a stubborn disease, since that day, the beggar master's illness has been good and bad, and he squatted in the most prosperous position of Yunxi Town when he had nothing to do.

It's a person who has to scold angrily, he is really angry, he is short-tempered, he directly rolled up his sleeves and beat him violently, no, for a while, Xia Ze went down to the river to fish and came back, and when he saw this old man, he fell to the ground with a snort, and the blood on his head was beaten, and he saw that he had half a breath left.

On dog days, the eggs fell on the ground and were cooked after a while, and it was estimated that the old man would stink in a few days when he lay here, Xia Ze really couldn't bear it, so he carried him back to this temple, first used some herbs to help him stop the bleeding, and then went to the town's medical hall to ask grandpa to tell grandma, which made Dr. Du relieved and gave a few medicines on credit.

It's strange to say, the beggar drank the medicine, and he was able to walk on the ground the next day, Xia Ze suspected at first that the old guy was deliberately pretending to be dead to deceive sympathy, and he was worried that the old guy was returning to the light before he died.

The two hit it off at first sight. The beggar has some skills, but he is not always good.

For example, one day, the old man suddenly smiled, and said, Oh, little brother Xia Ze, this overwhelming extravagance, today's financial luck is still good, but I am afraid it will take some time to keep this windfall.

As a result, Xia Ze picked up three copper plates on the street that day, and was sighing that the old man's mouth was really open, and he would treat him better next time, but one stepped on dog shit carelessly, and let a mad dog chase him for a long time.

These days, the old man's eyes are becoming clearer and clearer, not as crazy as in the past, looking at the jade pendant hanging around Xia Ze's neck.

Xia Ze took off the jade pendant and shook it in front of the old man: "Lord Beggar, this thing is a treasure?" The beggar nodded and shook his head again.

"Nodding and shaking his head, what do you mean, is it a baby?"

"It's a treasure to put it in others, and it's like a pearl in the burrow, not only is it not beneficial, but it is also easy to incur the disaster of killing, put it away, and replace it with a second person who knows the goods......"

The beggar shook his head.

Bah, this old man really didn't have anything good to say when he opened his mouth, but the young man still silently put away the jade pendant around his neck.

Xia Ze's eyes flashed with a luster that was not easy for others to notice, which made the beggar see the truth, but he was silent.

This piece of jade pendant Xia Ze also looked at the pawnshop in the town, and the little old man in the year of the sixtieth year looked at the old man for a long time, threw the jade pendant on the table, and said angrily that he was not in tatters, and the angry Xia Ze had no good face for him for most of the month.

How could it be tattered, he looked at the purple gold mist on the jade pendant that only he could see, and was stunned.

Xia Ze's eyes have been different since he was a child, it can be said that things are a different scene in Xia Ze's eyes, like the vigorous children in the town, he can see a cloud of clear air above their heads, if it is a dying old man, it is a dull turbidity in his eyes.

Most of the people in the world are muddy in his eyes, and there are only two people he can't see through, one is the beggar master, and there is a red cloud above his head, and there is a hidden thunder.

One is himself, a darkness that cannot be seen in the depths.

When he was seven years old, there were mountain sects that came to the town, and most of the people with wisdom roots were accepted by the sect to be disciples, and there were even those who were called the embryos of cultivation.

And he, Xia Ze, was judged to be an ordinary person with reckless qualifications when he was seven years old, and no sect was willing to waste a lot of immortal money on such a waste, even the eldest brother who was called the one who was expected to step into the four realms of qi refiners inexplicably let a rival sect take his life when he was ten years old.

Approaching the unfortunate death of his parents, it was rumored that his ominous child killed his father.

"In two days, a group of foreign monks will come to Yunxi Town, and I will have to make a good fortune when the time comes", Xia Ze looked up at the ceiling, "If you are lucky, you and this group of little ghosts will be able to leave this place with you and this group of little ghosts to avoid the war." ”

"And bring my sister-in-law...... Bring Lu Ying with you. "The sound is almost inaudible.

The beggar looked at the young man opposite, and in those eyes, there was all kinds of pain, and he would also move forward with tenacity.