Zhuge Chen glanced at Zeng Zhenzhen in surprise, with his understanding of the other party in the past few days, he should not be able to say such a thing. It stands to reason that since Ran'er has provoked Zeng Zhenzhen, and it can be regarded as a sore spot, he should be furious. If he hadn't chosen to make a move just now, by the time the two really fought, the situation would have really been out of control. After all, Bai Yi thinks that he is more familiar with human affairs than Zeng Zhenzhen, at least he won't let the tearing of his face happen. Now it's good, he's the only one who has become a wicked man.

Zeng Zhenzhen opened his mouth and said: "Anyway, it's not a big deal, not to mention that meeting is fate, if you don't mind, let's find a restaurant to eat together later." You don't have to spend money, my brother pays for it. It's also a friend, I wonder what the two girls think?"

Although she didn't have to feel embarrassed for everything she had just done, every time she looked at Zhuge Chen, she would feel angry. Maybe it's because even if he competes with his most proud sword qi, he still loses in the hands of the other party without any suspense, or he is envious that the other party can have such a rare talent. In short, she wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, and it was best not to see each other from now on, and slowly forget about this defeat. Otherwise, if she thinks about it, she may really become a demon when she is not as good as a bamboo basket to draw water. But if you want to defeat the demons in your heart, you can only defeat the white clothes in another battle. But just thinking about the Kunlun Peak, she thought to herself that it was not realistic at all.

On the contrary, Xiao Qian was quite tempted, and leaned into Ran'er's ear and said: "What are you still doing Sister Ran'er, hurry up and agree to him! We didn't bring much money when we went out, and we have already spent it all by now." When I was hungry and full of food, I almost forgot the taste of meat. ”

Ran Er frowned and said, "It's not your own fault, you spend money lavishly, now you know what it's like to be hungry, right?"

Xiao Qian sighed, and could only bow her head and admit her mistake: "I know that I am wrong, Sister Ran'er, from now on, I will definitely not spend money so indiscriminately." If you don't agree, I'll leave you and go with them, and then you'll be like arresting me, but it's not a simple matter. ”

Originally, when the two of them walked out of their respective families together and came to this river city, the two of them were still very wealthy, but as a little girl, Xiao Qian was naturally new to see everything when she was so far away from home for the first time. In addition, there is a very simple one, and he doesn't know how to bargain when buying things, and the most outrageous thing is that the one that only bought a string of sugar gourds for that Shen Zhen coin, and also showed his own vision and ability to pick things. Along the way, Ran'er didn't want to stop it, but the little girl cried and made trouble, and when her money was spent, she could only pay for it, as if she was buying her ears for herself, and every time Ran'er comforted herself with such thoughts.

But she can give herself relief, but her wallet can't, this is not until the time of Jiangshui City, and the poor of the two people can only drink the northwest wind. The only horse that could kill and eat meat was reluctant to kill, after all, they followed them all the way, and finally relented, and the two still sold a horse to someone else, so that they had the money to eat these days.

One night, the little girl was lying on a chair in the yard and said to Ran'er beside her, "Sister Ran'er, do you want to eat sugar gourds?"

Ran Er replied angrily: "I don't want to eat if I want to eat, I can't afford it!"

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Ran'er, who couldn't stand the little girl's soft grinding and hard bubbles, could only agree in the end, but deliberately kept a distance from Zhuge Chen. That's it, and his eyes are full of hostility. On the other hand, Zeng Zhenzhen and Xiaoqian on the side were having a lot of fun, and Zhuge Chen knew what kind of wishful thinking Zeng Zhenzhen was playing in his heart, so he smiled helplessly and could only continue to walk in front.

When you get out of the green mountains, you will no longer be as cool as the forest. The scorching sun shone on everyone's faces, making them all bow their heads slightly. There were many people on the way down the mountain, and perhaps because everyone learned that the most precious fortune had been taken away by others, they lost interest and hurried to try their luck elsewhere.

Zhuge Chen hummed a little song, and his steps were slow and leisurely. Every time he turned back to look at Zeng Zhenzhen before, the first thing he needed to face was Ran'er's look of fear and disgust, and later, he could only keep walking forward, and Ran'er was leading the horse five steps behind him.

He cleared his throat and didn't look back, but said, "Miss Ran'er, you can't just dislike me like this just because I defeated you once? The mood is high, but it is too unrealistic, and when that day is really going to fall into the clouds, it will be a collapse without exception. ”

Ran Er did not respond positively to Zhuge Chen's topic, but sneered at each other: "It is said so clearly, why have you experienced it or how? Why don't you become a Confucian scholar if you are such a good teacher, but you want to step two swords on your waist to become a sword cultivator?"

Zhuge Chen laughed, shook his head and said, "It's almost the person in my mouth." ”

At the beginning of the five years when he went to the world, he was already like a dead heart, after a big defeat and even lost his foundation. Even the idea of simply finding a random village and being a village husband for the rest of my life is not unprecedented. What points the way, in his eyes at that time, it was bullshit. What is really a simple matter of rebuilding the path of cultivation? If this is the case, how can so many practitioners still end up in disgrace. And even if he had the courage to revisit the big picture, he would still step into it nine times out of ten. As long as he is the Zhuge God King, there is no reason for this punishment game to fail, which is also the genius of the imperial city. Even if it was clear that he wanted to invite you into the urn, he still stepped into it without hesitation. The righteous conspiracy is for the yang, and it is much more clever than anything else.

After figuring this out, Zhuge Chen not only failed to regain his strength, but became even more degenerate. When he walked into a nameless city, the white clothes on his body had long lost their original color, and they were even more tattered. When he sat under the city wall, an old woman who passed by occasionally took a copper plate from her pocket and put it in front of him. Whenever such a situation happened, he couldn't help but wonder if he would be stunned if he let them know that he was once a white-clothed God King who could kill a Zhendao realm cultivator in a catch-and-fight battle. Thinking like this, he would giggle for a long time.

It's just that it used to be, but it wasn't now.

Every day at dusk, the hungry Zhuge Chen would take the few pitiful copper plates to a place to buy steamed buns, buy two steaming steamed buns, eat one at night with the water in the city stream, and save the other until tomorrow morning. When the weather was cold, he didn't dare to put the steamed buns outside, so he could only hide them in his big sleeves. Is it bitter? Of course it's bitter. It's just that for Zhuge Chen, who had lost his soul at that time, he was just simply living, and the rest was not to be talked about. If one day it happened to be in time for the rich merchants in the city to hold a banquet that anyone could go to for a happy event, Zhuge Chen would be the first to arrive. Once the God-King sat in the corner, completely ignoring the eyes of others, and after gobbling it up, he would put the rest of the food on the table into rag bags, and always said to himself as he scoured it, "It's all right, it's enough to eat for days." ”

Thinking of this, Zhuge Chen, who was now dressed in white and glamorous, laughed, but it was just a little bitter.

Whenever the guards of the wealthy merchants noticed that a beggar like him wanted to take something away, they would stop him. At first, Zhuge Chen still said that there were some things that were not, such as the leftovers of the dishes here, it was better to give them to me, and it would save waste. But the guards still wouldn't let them do it, so most of the time they would do it secretly. If you come and go too much, if you are unfortunately discovered, you will naturally be beaten badly. Since he was a child, he has always been the pride of the sky, even in the face of cultivators who are a whole realm higher than him, he can still not fall behind, and even Zhuge Chen, who suppressed the other party, tasted the taste of being beaten for the first time, and when he stood up again, he was so numb that he couldn't feel the pain.

I remember the heaviest beating, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, struggled to stand up, pointed to his nose and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The guards thought that the young beggar had committed another madness, so they ignored it and continued to beat him. But the only son of the rich merchant was interested, asked the guards to stop, walked in front of Zhuge Chen, spit on his body, and said: "Of course I know who you are, you were a beggar in the past, a beggar now, and you will be a beggar in the future, and you are a beggar who is destined to achieve nothing!"

Zhuge Chen said in a trembling voice: "Lao Tzu is Zhuge Chen, the former white-clothed god king, and a cultivator who is destined to become a saint and an equal to human immortals!"

"What kind of saint is immortal, bullshit!" The only son of the rich merchant laughed contemptuously: "Then if that's the case, then please trouble our beggar surnamed Zhuge to let me understand what is called the power of the god king!"

Then another beating, and the only son of the rich merchant viciously found two blunt knives, one left and one right, and inserted them into Zhuge Chen's shoulders.

When he woke up again, it was already dark, and Zhuge Chen saw his scarred face and the blunt knife on his shoulders from the stream through the lights of the people on the street. With a fierce blow, he pulled out the two knives, and the sharp pain made his eyes go black, and he almost fainted. If it weren't for the fact that the God-King Body hadn't slashed itself in his body, that alone would have been enough for him to die no less than ten times. With a wry smile, Zhuge Chen picked up a stone and threw it into the stream with all his might, but it caused a little ripple.

"That's right, I'm the shit god king. With that, the beggar staggered towards the city, and for a long time he seemed to really identify with himself. No longer as competitive as ever, like a walking corpse.

And the middle-aged man who sold steamed buns also met him as a beggar at this time, and would deliberately give him an extra big steamed bun every day, and said with a smile: "You are still young, don't lose confidence in life! Uncle is different, people who have lived for half a lifetime, selling steamed buns from the city early and returning late are enough to support their families." You have to go outside and see the market, so it's worth walking around the world!"

Only at this time will the beggar's eyes slightly return to their former incomparable brilliance, and he said: "Thank you Uncle for your kindness, but if you go outside, forget it, you have already seen the market." ”

"You kid, you know how to play cleverly with your uncle. The middle-aged man scolded with a smile.

Originally, such days should have lasted forever. Although the life of the little beggar is mostly dark, there is also light in the sporadic way. Until the only son of a wealthy merchant fell in love with the daughter of a middle-aged man, and after obtaining it by extremely evil means, he killed the other party. Although this incident can be said to be the anger of people and gods, no one in the city has the courage to stand up and accuse each other, for fear that they will offend the powerful rich merchant family in the city, and even take revenge on themselves. Only the middle-aged uncle deliberately did not choose to go out of the stall one night, but left a door for Zhuge Chen in his house. By the time the little beggar came, the middle-aged uncle, who had already drunk a jar of wine, was already crying so much that his eyes were red.

Zhuge Chen didn't know how to comfort the other party, so he simply drank with him. This is also the first time he wants to restore his realm after coming to this world. If this is the case, how could the uncle's daughter end up like this? These days, it can be said that he has been taken care of by the uncle.

"I'm really useless?" said Zhuge Che slapping himself fiercely.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and said, "How can it be you if you don't have it? It's an uncle! When his wife left, she was terminally ill and had no money for treatment." I took my daughter to be both a father and a mother, and I can't wait for her to grow up quickly, find a good family to marry, and save herself from suffering by my side. But in the end, he died at the hands of beasts, I hate it!"

Zhuge Chen had no words, he couldn't help but think that if he could still have a realm now, even if it didn't need to be very high, good luck would be enough, and he would be able to avenge his uncle, and even his only daughter would not be murdered. It was a girl whose eyes would narrow into crescents when she laughed, not as beautiful as a fairy, but so beautiful.

After drinking all the wine, the middle-aged man said drunken and hazy: "Uncle is going to take revenge, killing the only son of a rich businessman who deserves death, even if it is worth dying." Boy, you better take advantage of the next few days to get out of the city, the people in the city know that you have a good relationship with me, whether I succeed or not, the rich businessman will not let you go. ”

Zhuge Chen hurriedly comforted: "Uncle, don't worry, give me five days, I will definitely come up with a way." Don't get angry and do stupid things!"

After that, Zhuge Chen rushed out of the door. At this moment, there was only one thought in his heart, and that was to rebuild his own cultivation path and practice as fast as he could. Even if he completely loses his chance to return to the top, as long as he can help the uncle avenge his daughter, everything is worth it!

Five days later, Zhuge Chen came to the uncle's house, his cultivation path has been rebuilt, although the realm is now pitiful, but he can open the mustard seed with the qi machine, and can reproduce the power of the rubber pillar, in this city where the number of cultivators is extremely rare, he believes that no one can help himself. It turned out that all that had been holding him back was his own knot, and he didn't even face the nightmare failure, so how could he rebuild his cultivation path and become a sword cultivator?

And this time, in order to help the uncle, he figured out everything, how can the god king be strong, but he can't protect the people he has a relationship with, everything is in vain. Even though the final realm is extremely high, people have become dry bones, and everything becomes unworthy.

But when he knocked on the door and still did not answer, he felt that something was wrong, so he could only force the door open with his body. In the empty room, only a piece of paper was placed on the table, which Zhuge Chen put under his eyes and read the scribbled handwriting written on it.

Uncle is gone, I decided to go on my own, I don't want to affect anyone, especially you. I really hope that you can spend your life in peace, and you won't encounter a situation like your uncle who has a broken liver and gallbladder. I don't know why, I always think you're such a simple person, at least you shouldn't be a beggar. How could such a handsome young man have fallen into such a situation? That's why you should cheer up all the more, because it doesn't matter if others don't treat you as a human being, and you can't see it that way yourself! Whether I succeed or not, don't be stupid, understand? I really hope you didn't see this piece of paper, but I think with your temper, you will definitely come back, right? Listen to my uncle's advice, go now.

After Zhuge Chen saw it, his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground and cried. He knew that the middle-aged man couldn't come back, and he couldn't eat the steamed buns he had eaten for so long. Great sorrow drowned Zhuge Chen. The rubber pillar sword at his waist also screamed. Haoran's sword qi rose to the sky here, and by the time the little beggar stood up again, he was already Zhuge Chen again.

Even if I don't have the body of a god king, what can I do? Those who dare to hurt me can only be relieved of the hatred in my heart if they are hurt a hundred times over!

Grief and anger turned into strength, Zhuge Chen could clearly feel that at this moment, his realm had crossed the gap between immortals and mortals, and came to the peak of the destiny where he once was, he put the paper that could be regarded as a suicide note in his mustard seed, and it was the most central position, and said to himself: "Even if it is really a return to the light, it is worth it." ”

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At the same time, everyone in the city saw the swirling sword qi. Someone exclaimed, "This is a miracle!"

The middle-aged man who was put on the scene by the guards of the rich merchant and was about to behead him for public display looked up, and for no reason remembered what the little beggar once said to him with a smile, I am a sword cultivator, the kind with a very high realm. He didn't know what sword cultivation was, and he didn't know how high the realm was, but he sincerely hoped so. Because as long as this is the case, the rich businessman will not dare to hit him with his idea.

With a flash of cold light, the human head fell to the ground.

An angry voice came from the clouds: "Stop me!"

The white clothes fell from the sky, smashed the high platform, he picked up the body of the middle-aged man and cried into tears, and said softly: "Uncle, I'm sorry, the little beggar is late." ”