Fortunately, the breeze was not stingy, and the two of them looked better.

"What? You've robbed Wuwen Building before? ”

Ji Wutong's arms barely regained some sense, but they were still sore.

"I haven't robbed it, Wuwen Lou is all hard stubble!"

Jiang Huaichun shook his head, seeing that the red-clothed young man under the tree had staggered to his feet.

"Why me?"

In the distance, the two of them had fled without a trace, leaving only the two of them in the peach forest.

"There are a total of twenty-two people in the inner gate of Wanlang City. But these twenty-two people, all of them are immortal ranks. Especially the fat head and big ears of the golden abacus, I heard that it is already the highest Heaven Climbing Realm in the Immortal Difference Level. ”

Jiang Huaichun said, retracting the short knife in his hand. Both of them were no longer able to fight, and it was useless to ask for knives.

Golden abacus, this is the first time Ji Wutong has heard Zhang Shanyou's alias.

"That's why I'm the softest persimmon....." Ji Wutong laughed at himself, this red brocade robe couldn't bring shelter to himself. Retreat from this red robe, he is still the little fairy child from the poor countryside.

Brocade clothes can wrap a person's skin, but they can't wrap a person's strength or weakness.

"You make a living by killing and robbing?"

Before he could take a closer look during the fight just now, Ji Wutong looked at Jiang Huaichun in a gray short robe, the patches on it were clearly visible, this was a young man about the same age as himself.

Previously, he had always felt that Xue Pingshan's kind of talent was an outlaw, fighting with the demon beast mountain spirit in the mountains and wilderness.

Look at the wounds on your own hands. Whether it's the flame wolf fight, or the willow spirit, he is not injured in the slightest. But on the edge of this prosperous and wealthy Wanlang City, he almost died, and this Jiang Huaichun is the real outlaw.

After all, fighting with people is the most dangerous thing in the world.

"No, no, no, I only rob, I don't kill."

Jiang Huaichun shook his head, pulled his short knife out of its sheath again, and gently slid his fingers over it. It was too dark just now, and Ji Wutong saw at this time that the short knife had not yet been opened.

In Jiang Huaichun's words, in this Wanlang City, they are the lowest people. There is neither a prominent family background, nor a good field, but only himself.

Take advantage of the dark night to pick a few ordinary people to rob. Or if you are lucky enough to meet a little fairy child like Ji Wutong, you can also rob some low-level fairy grass in exchange for money.

"Is there any other way to make money?"

Ji Wutong pondered for a while, he also needed money now, but he couldn't do it by stealing it.

"Yes! But more dangerous than robbery! Jiang Huaichun blurted out. Ji Wutong couldn't imagine anything more dangerous than robbery.

The moon and stars are scarce, the south gate of Wanlang City has no longer the liveliness of the day, a few passers-by go to the city, Ji Wutong did not go to the thatched house in the field, but returned to the city with Jiang Huaichun.

Jiang Huaichun is an orphan who lives in Wanlang City, and he usually deals with poor people or a group of lazy people.

Not to mention the orthodox immortal sect, even the loose cultivation sect like Wuwenlou, it is difficult for Jiang Huaichun to deal with it on weekdays.

I wanted to rob Ji Wutong today and exchange the arrows for money, but I didn't expect that this scene of not knowing each other made him know the person who didn't ask about the inner door of the building, and simply invited Ji Wutong to go home to live.

See the stitches, and chase the source. This is what orphans like Jiang Huaichun have learned since childhood, and people like him will never let go of any opportunity to soar, even if the opportunity is as small as wheat in the sea.

"In other words, if you rob me, aren't you afraid of being held accountable by Wuwen Lou?" Ji Wutong followed Jiang Huaichun through the alleys.

"Orthodox Xianmen will be, but Wuwenlou won't! As long as you don't kill the people who don't ask about the building! Jiang Huaichun's tone was full of affirmation.

Wait for Jiang Huaichun to come slowly. It turned out that Wuwenlou had three principles of non-pursuit: not chasing the poor, not chasing the family, and not chasing the court.

As the two of them went all the way to the north, the pavilions and pavilions on the side of the road gradually decreased, and a simple and even dilapidated house appeared in front of Ji Wutong, who never thought that there was still such a scene in this Wanlang City.

Jiang Huaichun took Ji Wutong to a courtyard, this courtyard is not even fenced, and a row of fences surrounds a simple earthen house, which is Jiang Huaichun's residence.

Entering the house, Jiang Huaichun lit the candle on the small square table. On the left hand side of the room is a stove with three or five clay bowls, and on the right hand side is a bed and a low cabinet, and a few wooden benches are placed on the table.

"Don't make me shiver, I don't need so many things when I live alone."

Jiang Huaichun scratched his head in embarrassment. After pouring a bowl of water for Ji Wutong, he hurriedly brought in a wooden board from outside the house.

The planks were propped up by bricks he had picked up from the side of the street, weeds were laid on them, and a second bed was erected.

"Ji Wutong."

"Jiang Huai Chun."

The two teenagers sat around the brightly lit table and smiled at each other.

By the faint flame of the candle, Jiang Huaichun took out a small yellowed notebook from the small cabinet next to the wall, as well as a pen and a small jar of ink.

"You've been writing this book for a few years."

Ji Wutong looked at Jiang Huaichun who was writing carefully on the notebook, and was very curious about what Jiang Huaichun was writing.

"Yes, I've written it down in my notebook for as long as I can remember."

Although he didn't even hold the pen in the right posture, Jiang Huaichun wrote very carefully. These words that he can write are all eavesdropping on him from the window of the school.

Ji Wutong felt a little emotional in his heart, Jiang Huaichun's life must be harder than his own. In the past, no matter how difficult and poor the family was, his pen and paper were never broken.

Watching the lights flicker on Jiang Huaichun's face, his previous self groaned innocently.

"What are you writing about?"

Ji Wutong looked at Jiang Huaichun, who was careful everywhere, and even lowered his voice, for fear of affecting Jiang Huaichun.

Jiang Huaichun blew the ink on the notebook and generously placed the notebook in front of Ji Wutong.

The so-called book,It's just the waste paper that Jiang Huaichun picked up and sewn together with thread.,There are more than a dozen pages densely packed on it.,Each name is followed by a paragraph.。

"What are you jettling these for?"

Ji Wutong studied for a long time before he could understand the content of Jiang Huaichun's notebook, and after each name it was written where these people lived, and Jiang Huaichun robbed them of something.

"It's not the right time. I'm robbing now and I'm forced to do it. It is written in this book, and it is better to return it to them if you have money in the future, which is called theft. ”

Jiang Huaichun relieved the embarrassment that flashed on his face with a wry smile.

Ji Wutong took the pen and dotted some ink, and wrote on a page: Ji Wutong of Renhe Town owes Jiang Huaichun a night's accommodation.

Jiang Huaichun tilted his head and looked at Ji Wutong's fair handwriting, and the two laughed. Ji Wutong owes more and more in this Wanlang City, but Jiang Huaichun is owed by others for the first time.

Turning to the last page, only the names of some families are recorded here, and the Sima family who asked Ji Wutong for accounts during the day is also written on it.

"This is some of the rich and noble families that I accidentally provoked, and I wanted to walk around when I saw them. Those rich and noble families usually look rich and rich, but they are very small-minded, and they pick on us poor families to bully. ”

Jiang Huaichun explained on the side, and did not forget to remind Ji Wutong to be careful of the Sima family.

"Originally, it was a mistake for Dabai to steal food first, and it didn't hurt to be said a few words." Ji Wutong shook his head, he couldn't just assume that he was the boss of the Sima family just because people blocked him on the street.

You can't be merciful and forgive because the party who did the wrong thing is the weak, and you can't ask the strong to be generous because the right person is strong, this is the real right and wrong.

Jiang Huaichun did not respond to the words of Wutong in the season, but walked to the stove, turned over the rice jar on the side of the stove, and there were only a few grains of brown rice left in it.

"Go to bed early, wake up early tomorrow morning. Horse-drawn carts entering the city to deliver goods always drop grains of rice or vegetable leaves. ”

Jiang Huaichun returned to the table, picked up the bowl on the table and poured a few mouthfuls to make his stomach no longer so hungry. Otherwise, the night will be very difficult.

Jiang Huaichun, whose stomach was filled with water, lay on the bed, and after a while, he snored everywhere.

Lying on the wooden bed that had been set up just now, the weeds in the corners of Ji Wutong's eyes were a little disturbing, and the pilllow under his head was his own satchel.

It turns out that there are poor people everywhere in this world, Ji Wutong sleeps in this earthen house but relaxes a lot, if this city is full of powerful people, he really has no place to live as a poor boy.