In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the warm sun was shining on the snow-dyed deer. The ice and snow melted, emitting a crystal light, and the flashes were very dazzling.

The sweeping boy dressed by Shen Qingwen stopped what he was doing and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. In his hand is the money he has obtained all morning, and in front of him is a closed door.

There are four big characters written on the gate: Zhulu Academy

Shen Qingwen raised his eyes and looked, and a light laugh came from his ears, Shen Qingwen turned his head in search of laughter, and found that there was a beggar in ragged clothes and messy hair lying on the street behind him.

He grinned, with few full teeth in his mouth. In the sun, this beggar looks very scary, and if you meet such a person at night, you may really be frightened and faint.

Shen Qingwen smiled faintly and walked over. Under the beggar's playful gaze, Shen Qingwen found a clean place and sat down.

"Hypocrisy. The beggar looked at Shen Qingwen like this, shook his head and said with disgust.

Shen Qingwen smiled and asked, "Friend, where am I hypocritical?"

"Up and down. The beggar cherished words like gold, and his disdainful expression turned into a white eye. He lay on his side on the ground, whether it was clean or not.

Shen Qingwen became interested, and he then asked: "Do you mean that I am a subordinate who looks at the hypocrisy of this Zhulu Academy, or am I sweeping away the floor and looking for a clean place to sit on the hypocrisy?"

There was some surprise in the beggar's eyes, he simply glanced at Shen Qingwen, tilted his head sideways and said, "You're not stupid, but you said something wrong, you are very hypocritical in both things." ”

"Why? Just because I'm a sweeper?" Shen Qingwen looked at his thick coat, which still had traces of his own sweat.

The beggar shook his head, stretched out his black finger and pointed at Shen Qingwen's head, and then moved his finger to the bottom of Shen Qingwen's foot, where only bones remained. He said with a little mockery in his tone: "I don't look at my identity, let me tell you, this academy is a place to eat people, and this floor is full of dead people." ”

"I think you burn your brain, you beggar, this academy is a place for sages to stay. This place is where the sages once stood, how can the good in your mouth become bad!" Shen Qingwen deliberately pretended to be confused, his round eyes widened, as if he was really angry.

The beggar seemed to know that Shen Qingwen replied like this, he looked at Shen Qingwen very distressed, and then sighed a few times, spared his itchy back, and said: "I see that you have been deceived by the lies of this Zhulu City, but it is no wonder that no one knows about this Zhulu City now, and who doesn't know about this Zhulu Academy." ”

The beggar said very sadly, his eyes were misty, and he was moved by real feelings. Shen Qingwen frowned, and when he found that something was wrong, his eyes grunted, and he hurriedly asked, "Your name is Huazi, you can't say that." The city of Zhulu is famous, I think you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour! Phew! You are hypocritical!"

"I'm hypocritical!how dare you call me hypocritical!?" the beggar became angry, and his thin body seemed to have endless strength. He was holding on to the skeleton, like a walking skeleton, without a trace of flesh on his body, he pointed to Shen Qingwen's nose and said, "Do you know what this Zhulu City used to be called? Who lived here at that time? You junior still dares to call me hypocritical! Let me tell you, if it weren't for your rat master who is in a good mood today, he would have slapped you and fainted a long time ago!"

It has been 70 years since the city was built, the same year as the founding of Chutian. Shen Qingwen glanced at this bone that seemed to be really indistinguishable from age, and he also shouted loudly: "You beggar is really weird, this Zhulu City has a history of seventy years, do you want to tell me that you are now in your eighties? Phew! Hypocrisy! Shame!"

"I said I've lived for more than 800 years, do you believe it?" The beggar suddenly calmed down, grinning as the sun hid in the clouds, smiling like a vicious dog, knocking Shen Qingwen's heartstrings.

Shen Qingwen didn't even think about it and replied directly: "You said that you have lived for more than 800 years, but 800 years, what about the evidence? Who wouldn't talk about it, I also said that I am a sword immortal in the Great Realm of the Sea, and one sword can block ten thousand armies!"

"Chenghai Sword Immortal, I know one. But it's not familiar, I just said a few words, do you want to know who he is?" The beggar approached Shen Qingwen and asked, he looked tattered, but there was no smell on his body, Shen Qingwen shook his head curiously.

"Hey, you want to know if I told you yet!" the beggar laughed, and his bones moved.

Shen Qingwen looked at him like this, as if he would fall apart when he stretched out his fingers and touched it, he felt a little sad and a little admired.

"You beggar, just say that you are a liar, it is really shameful to lie and forget to type a draft!"

The beggar was not convinced, pouting his ass where he could see the bones, and his eyes were wide open. Shen Qingwen was really scared, afraid that his eyes would slide down like this, and he would have to give him back when the time came.

"Shen Zizhou, Shen Jianxian, have you heard of it?"

Shen Qingwen closed his mouth, looked at the beggar, and his eyes became serious. When the beggar saw him stunned, he also shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "What's the matter, stupid!

"I'm sorry! Shen Jianxian's name is known to everyone, and I think you know this sword immortal! You are really shameless, you lie if you lie, and you move out of this kind of sword immortal, aren't you afraid that his old man will cut your dog's head with a sword in the sky!" Shen Qingwen replied, he pointed to the sky, and his momentum was fierce.

Seeing this, the beggar smiled, and then he said something that was enough to move Shen Qingwen.

"I'm not afraid, Shen Jianxian is not dead yet, how could he slash me with a sword. ”

Shen Qingwen narrowed his eyes, and his eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. He frowned, his face full of contempt, "I also hope that the old sword immortal is not dead, but people are dead." Besides, Shen Jianxian was a figure from a hundred years ago, even if he was a sword immortal in the sea, his longevity was exhausted, and he drove the crane west. ”

As if hearing a big joke, the beggar erupted into a frightening laugh. Shen Qingwen covered his ears, fortunately, at this time, everyone went home to eat, otherwise he might get into trouble again.

After the beggar finished laughing, he stopped talking, and he lay on the ground again, lying on his side with his back to Shen Qingwen. It's like a statue, and it doesn't move.

Shen Qingwen was puzzled, and hurriedly asked, "Hey, why don't you continue." ”

"I don't know you like this little guy. The beggar replied lazily.

Shen Qingwen glared at him, muttering hypocrisy in his mouth. The beggar laughed at it, and Shen Qingwen knew that this trick didn't work. He asked, "Eh, what did you just say about the name of Zhulu City before?"

"You don't understand, you're just a sweeper. The beggar was still lazy, and listened to the voice, as if he had fallen asleep to answer him.

Just when Shen Qingwen was at a loss, a rumbling sound in his ears came to mind. He touched his belly, no. He raised his eyes to look at the beggar, and Shen Qingwen had an idea. He deliberately stood up, looked around, and said, "I also swept the snow this morning and earned a few bucks." I heard that the baked cakes in the baked cake shop next door are delicious, crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside, and there is minced meat. Hey, that noodle restaurant is also good, it is said that the family surname is Master Kong, what is the name of the master's skill...... Well...... Oh, I think of it, braised beef noodles! and ......."

"All right, all right!" The beggar finally couldn't bear it anymore, his bones rose from the ground, his eyes full of appetite widened, and he did not forget to wipe the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and he said, "I tell you, you invite me to dinner." ”

Shen Qingwen pretended to think for a while, and nodded reluctantly, "Yes." ”

"You buy me a biscuit first, I'm really hungry. The beggar touched his belly and looked at the fragrant bakery in front of him, his eyes straightened.

Shen Qingwen glanced at him up and down, thought about it, and turned around and walked towards the baked cake shop. On the way to buy yakiniku, it was also fun. The boss of the baked cake seller first had a good time when he saw someone coming, and then he saw Shen Qingwen, who was dressed in coarse clothes and rags, enter the store, and his face sank. Briefly introduced, the tone revealed that if you can't afford it, don't buy it, Shen Qingwen didn't care, looked at it a few times and walked out. In a corner where no one is around, he transforms into a rich son.

Swaggering into the store, the boss immediately asked enthusiastically when he saw this line. Shen Qingwen looked at him coldly, from beginning to end, he pointed east and west, asked this and that, and then thought about it, just when the cake seller came to a big order, he decided to ask for a simple baked cake.

The cake seller almost fainted.

Holding the baked cakes, he left the baked cake shop and turned into the original sweeping boy.

"Why is it so slow!" The beggar took Shen Qingwen's baked cake and scolded angrily. When Shen Qingwen just sat down, he had already finished eating. Picking his teeth, he said simply, "The taste is average." ”

Shen Qingwen was stunned

"Okay, okay, for the sake of this baked cake, I'll talk to you. ”

The beggar sat cross-legged on the dirty ground in rags, and Shen Qingwen sat on the clean ground in rags.

He talked to him about the past.

Time flies, and the sun has set in the blink of an eye. After the excitement subsided in the afternoon, Shen Qingwen simply swept away the dust and garbage on this almost empty street.

The beggar told him a story, which was very long, and he listened to it all afternoon. He didn't remember the specifics of the story, only a few words that were hastily memorized.

He said:

"The city used to be a forest, and the forest was full of youkai. ”

He also said:

"A hundred years ago, there was a human army parachuted into this forest, and the human race is very strong, and there is no shortage of immortals who ride the sea realm. That battle went on for a long, long time, so long that there was no forest in this forest. ”

Shen Qingwen looked at the dusty and the remnant sun on the horizon was like blood, he looked at the bright red sunset and smiled.

In fact, this is not the point, what he remembers most is that:

"Those humans are here for a sacred grass in the forest. It's a pity that they haven't found it until now, but it's a pity that the fox that worships under Shen Jianxian's sect has slept for a hundred years under the suppression of this greedy human being. ”

Cleaning the streets, Shen Qingwenzai carefully did not let go of a detail.

He knew he had to clean up.

Clean streets, so he can watch another good show at night.

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