It was a dark night, and my thoughts were so melancholy. Faintly, I stood on the mountain in the back street.

The place was so close to the world, and a look of disgust flashed on his sad face, probably thinking of the squalor of the poor and untouchable world.

A hopeless future that has not been seen for many years, and a loose character without a goal. Especially the boredom accumulated these days, it has become more and more troublesome in recent days.

Taking advantage of the thick atmosphere of the night, I went up the mountain alone to exchange the air.

If you are in a bad mood, you are so helpless, if you want to stop it, it is better to kill yourself to get rid of it.

Organize your thoughts and get home.

After a two-day reprieve period, I went out shopping. With a large handful of cloth pockets, roughly seven or eight cuts.

Inside each of them were silver hairpins, seven or eight bags of all the goods that bought at least half a street.

As for what happened later? I thought about it and threw it away.

Hehe! It's all boring and funny, looking for things and thinking about things, and then like the monks and scholars before them, they completely fall into high-level thoughts, and they just die and entertain themselves.

The street was five or six feet wide, and dense bodies were haunted by the stalls on both sides.

The surrounding group seemed to be stunned, unaware that the things around them were alive.

Everyone is busy, and this is probably the vast majority of life in the world.

I stand on the high ground, and the status of the scholar clan will indeed be obtained, and after thinking about it for a long time, the monk will not get it.

The head froze, and it didn't seem to be any different. The first monk in the world is the existence of hope, as the Taoist ancestor said, "according to the same thing" is like oneself, different is different, how to distort the relative answer?

"Garbage. ”

"Spit and scold" in his heart

Standing in the middle of the crowd, the bustling body scraped against me like quicksand.

Don't move, let the crowd hit.

Laughing happily, today I also hindered the civilians.

I feel a good mind easily, and it's suitable to speak as the boss.

Appropriately tuned the rhythm and ridiculed the world for living without dignity.

This should be the role of money, for the monks it is difficult to recover the loss of dignity, for the common people, this is the best compensation.

"Yell" leave the stuff, I'm going to buy everything today.

"Roar" threatened to buy everything for twice the price.

"Boom" The people who put down their belongings return to us.

There was no one left in the whole street, and there was no one left, except for the bags of Calvary that straddled crookedly.

The lives of the community are divided according to the value of things. The stall owner took the money and divided it, paying attention to the buyer just now, and the rest of the money was his own, so he was extra careful, right?

I've never seen so much money, and it's clear that my goods aren't worth much. But more or less life is talking about how much it is worth twice.

How much, who knows? I was quietly thinking, and it didn't seem to be thinking about the situation in front of me.

Messy items, just a quarrel crowded noisy. Now the bag is quiet and desolate, shocking and desolate.

The eyes are clear, and the thoughts are cloudy and sad. This cloudy thought confused his eyes.

His eyes glanced at the surrounding lifeforms, pointing and pointing at the bag just now.

Spending money to buy a quiet mood is gone. I probably didn't think it was as good as before, so I went to the Shi District to buy half a street? I already knew that I wouldn't come to the civilian area.

They have their own way of life, and now I take money as an order, don't I feel ashamed? If I did, I would have beaten him a long time ago. I still thought about it, and if I had the ability, I would beat it.

The world is so boring, it's not something that can be understood by these more than two years of life. I was visited as a strange alternative life, and perhaps their thoughts that they thought they were very mature were childish and pitiful in my eyes.

Why did they look at me with contempt and think that I was not worthy of being a warrior?

I chose to exchange, but I came to despise me. Born noble, for the first time, I felt that I was really different from ordinary people.

Are they really untouchables without dignity and benevolence, living without knowing it, delusional that princes and princes will have a kind of peace?

Don't look at their own garbage, they can't see that they live so normally. Forget it, don't wake them up. Hehe, cool.

Looking at the profligate myself, how noble their ordinary hearts seem to be in their business!

I'm not a spendthrift scumbag, I'm just rich and want to hang out.

What is it about treating incompetence as an attitude of pride and despising others, ordinary and pitiful?

Obviously, it was the dignity that he gave up and chose the exchange of compromise. I don't know it, maybe they don't know it, so they live so normally, right?

The class of the scholars pursued ideas. It's not self-righteous like a child, these stupid embryos are just as naïve to live for decades. Garbage is garbage after all, and scholars are scholars after all, the only difference is that scholars can become monks.

It's no different, but it's the meaning of my life, the feeling of being, and therefore meaningful.

The air is muddy, and I can't help it. Looking at the dazzling array of various commodities, I unconsciously think that the two-year scene is so chic and can be lived.

Civilian. Hehe.

sneered inwardly.

What is the difference between the common people who strive to live in this world, to work to support themselves, and the poor who do not work hard?

"There is no difference. ”

Everyone is free to live and have their own pursuits.

Isn't it better to live more freely and better by dressing yourself up with external objects?

Garbage is garbage after all, and a few short years are just a matter of living decently.

Unlike me, it is hidden in the world. Monks, civilians, hehe.

With such a big gap, why can the scholars still appear in the secular area?

Probably with the Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao felt that it was okay.

Thoughts gradually disturbed, and gradually calmed down.

With a stable heart, I was ready to go home and do my homework.

The night is getting deeper, and I don't know how long it will be. There were a few people in the back who followed me, and now that I think about it, I know why.

These daytime citizens saw me squandering my wealth, and Xiaoxiao felt that I was not a nobleman. The thinking of the scholars is based on benevolence and morality, and it is impossible to be as cheap as me.

I suspect that I have the favor of a certain nobleman, who is not a nobleman so he has a short lifespan, and he squandered his wealth before he died.

It's already remarkable to be able to live in this world for decades, this boring and boring world. How much will do I have to live until now? Forget it, I'll pretend I don't care about letting them go.

I'm not in the mood to do it today, I'm in a bad mental state, and I don't want to kill.

It was too late, but it was too soon, and four civilians appeared to surround Yuntian City.

Is this to kill people? Think I'm not a nobleman and don't be afraid of me? But I'm afraid that I'll leak the news of being robbed.

How can a few laymen rob a noble person? It is not a dirty hand to torture and kill casually.

Yun Tiancheng was in a bad mood, but it was rare to speak.

said: The money can be given to you, the scholars speak of benevolence and righteousness, you let me go, and I promise that you will not be held responsible. If you dare to rob me, it will be considered my bad luck, as long as you have money, take it.

The civilians said: If you are a real civilian, how can I dare to believe you? The scholars said that if they let us go, they would naturally let us go, and money was not a matter of ideology, so they would not care. But if you're a nobleman, we won't be able to beat you. If you're a civilian. We won't believe you.

Hands-on "Z"

Four people were splattered with blood on the spot.

At this time, Zhou Dong appeared and traumatized the four people.

Yuntian City saw Zhou Dong and looked at it.

What is the situation, I just wanted to test their attitude towards civilians, but I didn't expect a troublemaker.

"Although they do not believe in the common people, they also believe in the nobles, so let them go. Yun Tiancheng said lightly.

Zhou Tong: I have no reason to kill them.

Zhou Tong continued: I came here mainly to ask for money, and I heard that there was a person who scattered money, so I simply chased after you and thought you were easy to talk to. For the sake of the same face.

"If you don't have money, you have to take it. ”

"Don't. ”

"You give me an address, and I'll deliver it tomorrow. ”

"The first time I heard that the monk was short of money, didn't there be a heavenly court for you?"

"We scholars still have to make their own money, and we will send it to you later, not tomorrow. ”

"Thank you. ”