Today is Huang Guiyun's first day in Licheng.

When a teenager who grew up in a small mountain town saw the sea for the first time, he felt that even the smell of fish in the air was extremely fragrant.

In the bustling city, the streets and alleys are crowded with people, the fishing boats and docks are busy, the men and women in different costumes...

Everything in Licheng amazed the young man, and his shouting and shouting frequently attracted the sideways glances of passers-by.

The sea breeze was like fine wine, which made Huang Guiyun drunk.

Probably because of this, he got a little carried away and kept walking around, looking north and south, and couldn't stop.

The result of lingering is naturally to miss the opening time of the martial arts hall, but in this Licheng, where merchants from the north and south of the river and the eastern and western regions gather, how can there be no place to eat and drink?

It was also the first time to eat in a big city, and the boy underestimated the cost of a meal, and the long sword left by his father was mortgaged in the restaurant.

......

Now he is hurrying back to the dormitory of the martial arts hall, ready to redeem his father's sword with the living expenses of the next half a month.

Lunch time has long passed, and the gatherings in the major restaurants have also ended.

The bustling crowd on the street moved slowly, but people were not in a hurry, not to mention that they would take a walk after dinner and live to ninety-nine, and now they could discuss the next itinerary by the way, whether to go to tea and listen to the opera or solve the business agreed upon at the dinner table?

Huang Guiyun didn't have this mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Stinky boy, hurry to reincarnate?!"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

He kept squeezing through the crowd that had gathered together, and then kept apologizing along the way.

Even so, the figure, which was a few points taller than ordinary people, was still moving at a snail-like speed in the midst of the traffic.

Suddenly.

Huang Guiyun found that there was a small archway on the side of the road, and the plaque of the archway read the words "small fishing market".

From the outside, you can faintly see a familiar building at the end of the long road, isn't it the same place where he registered in the lecture hall in the morning!?

The fishmongers in the fish market had already closed their stalls, and there was not even a person on the empty road, except for two vegetable vendors hiding in the shadow on the edge of the archway, selling greens that looked dehydrated and yellowed by the scorching sun.

On the main road, he had to go around several equally crowded streets, and through the fish market, apparently only a few steps.

"Great, I can't imagine that there are such alleys in big cities. ”

The young man secretly rejoiced in his heart, and entered the fish market with a turn of footsteps.

Seeing the destination getting closer and closer.

"Gan Linniang... No... Lin quilt... Yes... Won't it?"

Suddenly, Huang Guiyun heard a voice suddenly coming out not far behind him, and he spoke two sentences quickly, and it seemed to be a local swear word?

Gan, Lin Quilt, can't... The young man seemed to hear a few not very good words in a trance, and he couldn't help but think to himself: "Is this scolding me?"

Before coming in, Huang Guiyun saw that there were only some messy stalls in this small alley, and he was worried that there would be any rules prohibiting traffic, so no one would pass by.

But he was in a hurry to go back and get the money, he didn't have time to think about this, and he couldn't care about it so much, and now he quietly exploded a personal voice, how could it not be strange?

Huang Guiyun really wanted to know if those few swear words were shouted at him?

If so, then it is necessary to apologize.

"Don't argue with people when you go out, and it's always okay to apologize first, regardless of whether it's right or wrong. ”

The boy thought about his father's words, but he didn't notice that the falling foot was not stepping on a hard stone brick, but a slippery dead fish.

The result of this dead fish was naturally that the soles of his feet slipped, his body crooked, and the whole person slammed into the air, and his back fell towards the muddy ground.

The boy wondered why the world in front of him suddenly began to turn upside down, but the pain from the bones in his neck made him let out a scream...

"Alas?...... Ahh

After falling to the ground in embarrassment, Huang Guiyun could only feel the pain in the small half of his neck and the brain, and the source of the pain went down, and the most important part of his body had completely lost consciousness.

This situation made it impossible to do it on his own, so he could only moan on the stone bricks with a crooked face.

In order to keep the fish fresh and vigorous, the fishmongers will use large wooden barrels to fill a lot of seawater to clean the scales and internal organs after killing, so that customers can save a lot of trouble after returning, and when it is time to close the stall, all the used seawater will naturally be splashed on the ground, waiting to be dried by the sun.

At this time, the sun hangs high in the middle of the sky like a large iron basin burning charcoal.

It's almost the hottest time of the year in the seaside city, and midday is the time of day when the sun is at its hottest.

If only a small amount of water is splashed on the hot stone bricks, it will evaporate in the blink of an eye.

The barrels used by the fishmongers were knee-high, but they were wider than the bathing barrels, and they could not be dried by so much water that they could not be splashed on the ground for half a day.

The smell of the dirt and dust mixed with the internal organs of the fish scales made Huang Guiyun experience the smell of the seaside city again, and this time it was not as delicious as this time.

Huang Guiyun's pain and anxiety mixed together to make the boy droop, and the only way he could do it now was to twist his head, but doing so would only allow more muddy water to wipe on his face, and then be washed out of a ditch that was not very white by tears.

......

When Huang Guiyun fell, his face was facing the other side, and there was no beggar squatting between the two stalls behind him?

However, Thirteen could see the whole process of the boy's fall clearly, including the moment when the fish he kicked away just slipped to the boy's feet.

As the initiator, Thirteen's first reaction was to run away.

But when he saw that the boy was just touching the mud on the ground with his face after he fell, making meaningless sounds such as uh-oh, uh-huh, he couldn't help but climb up with some curiosity: "It can't be a fool, right...... If you fall down, you don't get up, lie on the ground and play in the mud?"

The young man looked quite good in clothes and fabrics, which made Thirteen have a new idea: "Is it the son of a big profiteer?"

Not all businessmen are extremely treacherous, but there are inevitably a few greedy people who do too much evil, not necessarily too much, but after the business grows, it is inevitable that they will do some hurtful things unintentionally and indirectly.

God doesn't care if you are unintentional or intentional, if you make a mistake, you will be punished.

Many times, most of those people have only one son, who is either stupid or stupid, that is, they can't read or practice martial arts, and they can only live in a mess.

And yet—

Occasionally, there will always be one or two exceptions to these dementia children.

Maybe God accidentally made a mistake when he was punishing him, and only after squinting and dozing off did he remember that he had just lost his hand.

However, one year in heaven and one day on earth, just squinting their eyes, those demented children have either grown up, or have already been reincarnated as human beings.

However, in order to correct mistakes, God will often reward them very generously with something different, and give these miserable people who are called fools and wastes from birth to a few years old and teenagers, so as to make up for their missed years.

After the dementia child is conscious, he is stronger than ordinary people in all aspects.

Either talented and intelligent - read a hundred lines with both eyes, and memorize a thousand texts a day, just like a literary song star descending to earth.

Either Kong Wu is powerful - grabbing the big dragon with one hand and shattering the country with both feet, it is like the birth of a martial artist.

Especially the second type of people, such people ... Once you come into contact with martial arts... Progress can be described as a day by day, and the achievements in the future are immeasurable.

swept all the major sects within half a year, and became the leader of the martial arts alliance within a year.

Fame and fortune are at your fingertips, and profit is at your fingertips...

“... Not to mention a few little maids, those cold iceberg beauties, powerful royal princesses, and delicate and lovely family ladies are all like seeing... One after another. ”

"Hey... Hey hey ......"

Thirteen thought of this, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a smile that all men understand, every teenager who stepped into the rivers and lakes had this kind of dream, or fantasy.

The thirteenth when he was young was not exempt from this, although he did not encounter such an exaggerated encounter later, but his status, beauty, and money were all complete.

People can be a little greedy, so that they can continue to start a better life, but they can't have too much greed, everything can be stopped.

Thirteen is very satisfied with the days of the year - accompanied by beauties, wanton rivers and lakes.

Beautiful!

Turning Nian Thirteen secretly scolded himself: "Die long! I think crankily every day, how can so many people have this kind of life, if there really is, how much grievances he had to suffer in his previous life, God will let him come back to life and save the world." ”

The days of seclusion are too boring, and he often puts on the strange things that happened to some strange people on the rivers and lakes, fantasizing about if that person is himself?

Otherwise, why would he often squat there and smirk at the flowers and plants when he was in seclusion?

Then after being seen by the villagers passing by, no one dared to walk around the hill where the thatched hut was located again.

"Hey......"

Thirteen sighed faintly, and saw that the young man on the ground had stopped moaning and writhing: "It can't be dead, right?"

"Forehead ......"

"Lin Liang, you're not dead?! What a hassle..."

"Hey~yo~yes~" Thirteen brewed a good mood, slapped his thighs with both hands and stood up and shouted in a very exaggerated voice: "Young man~this~is~how~?~back~thing~ya~"