"Good is not enough to become famous. ”

"Evil is not enough to become famous. Although there were many people on the way to Shushan, Muyang still felt bored, and he muttered the words he heard from time to time, and this ......

The next sentence made up.

No one cares about him as a nobody, just like no one likes him, enjoying the scenery along the way, these little grasses are nameless, obviously very green, very eye-catching, but no one appreciates them.

It's a pity, it's a pity......

Thinking of something, Mu Yang smiled on his lips, Xiaocao is not a name, if all the grass is called Xiaocao, can all people be called people? It is obviously impossible.

At least you have to have a heart to call people.

And it is a living heart, otherwise it is a dead man.

Fortunately, he Muyang is a caring person.

Along the way, Muyang is playing with a copper coin in his hand, and now it is the year of the Great Heavenly Dynasty, and the copper coin is also printed with the words Tongbao of the Heavenly Dynasty, which is carried all the year round, and the handwriting has long been worn, and I don't know if anyone is willing to accept the only remaining belongings.

If he is willing to take it, he will not give it.

Mu Yang confidently threw the copper coin high, and grabbed it again, even if he didn't look at it, he could always grasp it firmly, and his eyes were quick and fast, which was a skill he had cultivated in this world for many years.

But this ability alone is far from enough.

He thinks long-term, very long-term.

When you go to Shu Mountain, you can learn martial arts from the heroes on Shu Mountain and those young heroes for a few months, or a year or two, and it will be the best, and it will be good to practice the ability to make waves and do evil.

But.

The copper coin was held tightly in his hand, Mu Yang did not throw it out again, and he was bent on looking far away, and his gaze also fell into the distance.

The look of concentration seemed to have discovered something new that no one else had discovered, but in the blink of an eye, he shook his head and blinked a few times.

Shushan, outside the city, the road is still a little far.

I can't see it even if I try my best, my eyes are still sour, forget it, don't look at it, there will be a way before people go to the mountain.

There is a road fee, no matter how far it is, you are not afraid.

Muyang continued to throw copper coins.

I just heard that there is only one small village at the foot of Shu Mountain, and even if you can spend the night, it is more monks and less porridge.

"It's going to be so hard to worship a teacher. Muyang couldn't help but complain in a low voice, realizing that there was someone beside him, he moved his eyes to quietly observe the surroundings, and when he saw that the atmosphere was quiet, he secretly sighed that he was about to be ridiculed by the crowd again.

Sure enough, when the people in the company heard this, they cast very disdainful glances.

If you want to become a world-famous hero, this is just the first step in a journey of thousands of miles.

That's what everyone thinks.

I don't know that Muyang wants to be a big hero at all, seeing that he looks cynical, he doesn't expect him to have any great potential, and he won't pay attention to it after watching it for a while.

Mu Yang got the eyes of others, but his heart settled down, holding the copper coins and just going his own way, ignoring their gossip.

When others are tired of walking, they bow their heads and avoid the light.

But he wanted to raise his head when he was tired, and then puff up his chest, to be the one who stood out from the crowd, and strode proudly, and walked out of a cynical posture.

In life, who is not a gangster, it is nothing more than the difference between a good mix and a bad mix, and now, he is a poor gangster, and he is deeply despised by those who mix slightly better than him.

The way the world is, and it should be.

As for those gangsters who are the best mixed, standing at the end of all beings, he Muyang is still a little gangster, naturally he has not had a chance to suffer from their eyes, and those who are fortunate to get this opportunity are those who are slightly better than him.

This is the way of the world, and it should be so.

People are cold in high places.

Muyang was tired of walking, sighed, and walked honestly with his head down.

The man standing on the high place was even cold in his eyes, and when he looked down, his eyes were cold, while the man was in the lower place, looking up, and squinted his eyes against the light that fell from the sky.

Tired, really tired.

If you can avoid it, avoid it first.

But he was not afraid of being tired, a smile suddenly appeared on Mu Yang's mouth, and he walked for a while with his eyes closed, and he was already confident when he opened his eyes.

If he wants to do it, he will be the big gangster.

He who stands above all living beings.

Someone will definitely listen to what the master says, and then he will be able to lead the gangsters to mix better.

The first thing to do is to warn everyone that they can't kill people casually.

People are dead, then who else will farm the land and herd cattle, where will they eat if they don't farm, and if they don't eat, everyone will die, and they won't have to fight and kill in the future, just let the rats rule the world.

Rats steal oil and know how to stick together.

No one knows how to learn.

Of course, he learns this because he is human.

This is Muyang's ambition.

Young and ignorant, always fearless.

Muyang, who has not yet become a young hero, has no idea how difficult it is to do this.

Under the sun, Mu Yang smiled.

Laughing uncontrollably.

Such a bright smile is something that no one in the company has ever had.

If he didn't have to fight, his father would plough the land and farm at home, and his mother would weave and cook, and the family would live a plain but warm life.

It's a pity that his father changed into a military uniform and went to the battlefield, his mother died of illness, he waited alone in his hometown for more than ten years, and his father didn't come back, he was already twenty years old, and he couldn't wait.

If you don't leave, the conscripts will come again.

He's going to be a gangster.

If he is famous, his father will be able to find him.

Of course, if you can be a general, you can actually do it, a general who doesn't have to fight, it's quite comfortable to think about.

It's a pity that now it's involuntary.

But.

He always felt that in his previous life, he was a big man under one person and above ten thousand people, maybe he was still the emperor of which country, but he may not mix well in that life, so he must mix better if he has the opportunity in this life.

And this opportunity is up to him to grasp it.

I heard that the Cassia son on Shu Mountain who has not accepted disciples for a long time is going to accept the disciples who have closed the door, but the storyteller in the teahouse said that this Cassia is amazing, what the sword flies, what slashes demons and destroys demons, in short, being an apprentice of Cassia is indispensable for benefits.

Muyang was naturally moved.

After walking with everyone for a few days, he finally arrived at the foot of Shu Mountain.

When I entered the village, it was already dark, and all I was thinking about was how to move the people in the village to let them spend the night, and only after resting on the second day could they have the energy to go to Shushan.

Mu Yang was not in a hurry, watching those villagers walk out of their doors and observe carefully.

There are very few things in this world that cannot be solved with money.

You see.

The extravagant man took the money out and let people welcome him in.

In this world, there are many people who see money, and there are many people who are not short of money.

It just so happened that he was the missing one.

The one that is most lacking.

There is no copper money in hand to play all the way, and it makes sense that the wealth is not exposed.

There was an old man in shabby clothes on the road, but he stared at him, and he would ask for a penny to pay it back, he really couldn't stand it, raised his right hand and gently patted the back of the old man's hand, the old man let go of his left arm, and he gave out the only remaining copper plate.

Maybe the old man just wants to buy a bun to satisfy his stomach.

What about the crooks?

If he wasn't afraid of falling that old man and delaying the business of Shangshu Mountain, and he was afraid of what kind of temptation this was, he wouldn't give it out.

However, there is no way to give it all.

Hopefully the old man is a liar.

Just bitter him.

Mu Yang shook his head and sighed: "Now, I am also penniless. "But it's also easy to end up, don't worry about the thief.

Tonight is destined to be left to sleep in the wild.