Taking advantage of the chaos, Nan Ling dodged and flashed out at a speed that could not be captured by mortal eyes. He stood in a dark alley outside the crowd, looking curiously at the beggar-like man. The man's face was dirty, as if he was touching the ashes at the bottom of the pot, and he couldn't see any facial features. It was only because he was thrown out, grinning in pain and squeezing his eyebrows, that he could see a little bit of white teeth and pink gums.

The crowd of people passing by seemed to be a small stream, and he was a stone in the stream, either ignoring it directly, or looking at it with a look of indifference, disdain, and schadenfreude, and then left without much care. In the crowd of people rubbing shoulders, a circle was inexplicably vacant around him, which allowed Nan Ling to observe him carefully.

He didn't care about smacking his face to the ground, kneeling on the ground and pouting his ass, sneering incessantly, as if he were drunk, as if he were crazy. In the middle of the night, he staggered to his feet, scratched his buttocks, and prepared to leave.

At this time, three shadows stepped out of the backlight in front of the brightly lit flower pavilion, and the short and fat two tall ones in the middle were the old mother and Niu Da Niu Er. The old mother felt sick when she saw the man looking like a beggar, and she was very angry that he had somehow slipped into the flower pavilion. She cursed in her mouth, the fat on her face trembling like a barking Shar Pei, and her long yellow front teeth opened and closed like a dry well made of random stones. The more she talked, the more excited she became, but the man in front of her didn't care much and smiled, so angry that she pointed directly at the man, and her voice was broken: "Give it to me!

Niu Da and Niu Er rushed forward like hunting dogs that had been ordered, and the man was knocked down and beaten violently, and the people around him couldn't avoid it, and they retreated one after another, watching this scene in horror. In the tavern opposite the Flower Pavilion, the guests who ate and drank playfully called the people next to them to watch it together, as if it was a show to help the fun; many people in the Flower Pavilion came out to look, but they were also pulled back by the girls who had long been strange. With no eyes in his fists and feet, the man curled up helplessly in the middle, holding his head weakly. Nan Ling just wanted to step forward to stop him, but he didn't expect the man to scream as if he was crazy: "Hahaha!

While shouting, he laughed exaggeratedly.

Nan Ling's heart moved, and he disappeared back into the shadows, determined to continue observing. Shooting at this moment, will it disturb the "interest" of this strange person?

Huating's old mother was so angry that she jumped to her feet, and couldn't help but come up and kick her feet twice, but she didn't stand firmly, and sat on the ground with a sigh. Niu Da Niu Er saw that this and that, and hurriedly went up to help the old mother, saying that it was too late, and that was fast, the beggar-like man calmly when the two men turned around to help the old mother, he jumped up suddenly, and shouted I will fuck you! He laughed, turned around and ran, crashing into the crowd around him and disappearing into the crowd.

Nan Ling was stunned, smiled, and said in his heart that he was really a strange person, so he turned around and disappeared into the sea of people. On the brightly lit and busy streets, the old mother and her two men were lying on the ground.

Tonight has been quite exciting, and the mortal world is really very interesting. Nan Ling thought. For the time being, he didn't have the idea of continuing to inquire about the news, so it was better to relax completely. He continued to wander around the town, and before he knew it, he had reached the edge of the Qingshui River, the center of the town.

At this time, the riverside is also a lively time, playing erhu, singing opera, playing chess, and putting Kong Ming lanterns, so vibrant. Young men and women stroll along the riverside plank road in the moonlight, talking about love. The breeze supports the willows, and the mirror-like river floats with paper lotus flowers lit with small candles, which is very romantic.

Nan Ling's mood also relaxed unconsciously, he walked alone by the river, rubbing shoulders with pairs of mandarin ducks, but it was also very comfortable. Suddenly, there were clanging sounds and shouts not far away, Nan Ling looked up and found that there was a crowd of people in front of him, and passers-by were looking sideways, not knowing what was going on.

Oh, a black figure rushed straight down the embankment from the river, stepped on the plank road by the river in three or two steps, and went straight to himself. Someone behind him shouted, "Catch the thief!"

Nan Ling instinctively stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's collar directly, bringing the man to the ground. Nan Ling fixed his eyes and saw that he had messy hair, black cheeks and dirty clothes, and was drunk with alcohol, wasn't this the beggar who had just been kicked out of the flower pavilion!

The man lay on the ground with a snort, as if he had fallen in pain, stood up and moved his shoulders with a scolding scolding, stared at the black eyes and white eyes and said angrily: "You are sick!"

Nan Ling smiled and said, "It's you again?"

The man was stunned: "What are you not yours, hurry up!" There was a messy footstep behind him, he looked back, and when there was a bad sound, someone caught up, and then he pulled his legs and wanted to run.

Nan Ling smiled and grabbed him: "Do you still want to run?"

The man turned around and punched without saying a word, and drank: "I'll fuck you!" This person's punch was whirring, like lightning, and at a glance, he knew that it was different from the reckless fighting in the mountains. Nan Ling's heart moved, is he still a practitioner, but he is only a mortal, Nan Ling turned his head slightly.

The man saw that Nan Ling had quietly flashed his own blow, and immediately made a yin move, flicked his calf, and wanted to kick Nan Ling. Nan Ling saw through his moves, but did not dodge.

It's good to teach him a lesson.

It is estimated that he was angry, but the beggar used his strength to kill this kick, and he didn't want to kick Nan Ling's calf, as if he had kicked a steel plate that was extremely hard, and he suddenly screamed in pain and knelt down directly.

How did he know that the guy in front of him, even if he chopped with a knife, he wouldn't necessarily leave any traces, and the opposite knife would curl the blade.

Suddenly, a group of black-pressed people surrounded the two, and when they saw the man, they gritted their teeth and tried to rush up and beat him up. Nan Ling saw that the situation was not good, and this guy would inevitably be beaten again. I've already taught him a lesson, so let's save him once.

He sighed helplessly, and when he was offended, he put one arm on the man, and turned into a streamer of light, which refracted along the surface of the lake, leaving a few people to look at each other in astonishment.

Moments later, under a bridge in the middle of the town.

Nan Ling threw down the man and leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at him curiously. The man did not get up on the ground for a long time, humming and chirping, pretending to be in pain, but his hand was not idle, and he touched a stone on the ground. Nan Ling saw it in his eyes and smiled secretly in his heart.

"Die, you!" He jumped up with a loud cry, and smashed at Nan Ling with a stone, Nan Ling calmly stared, and slightly condensed with the aura around him, the stone in the man's hand burst like gunpowder, and he was also shocked by this powerful coercion, unable to move.

Seeing that he was already frightened, Nan Ling took the breath around him, and the man instantly collapsed to the ground. Nan Ling smiled: "In this way, you can't kill people." ”

The man's throat rolled a few times, as if he realized that Nan Ling was definitely not a person, but he only smiled dejectedly, as if he didn't care at all, and received: "I didn't want to kill you." ”

After that, he sat down against the wall in great despair, groped for a while in his arms, took out a small flask and half a torn roast chicken, and ate and drank by himself. He didn't care about the dirty hands and feet, he only cared about the delicious food in front of him, like a demon, he chewed the roast chicken with a big gulp, and chewed all the bones into his stomach. Under the silent bridge cave, only the sound of him chewing was very harsh. He ate and drank silently with half a pot of wine, his movements were exaggerated, and he didn't care about Nan Ling at all. After a while, he suddenly coughed violently.

Perhaps he ate too hard and choked, and he coughed up all the white mushy chicken and sprayed it all over the ground. He rolled over, coughing and retching in pain, puddles of mushy stuff out of him, drooling on his dirty beard and dragging it long. He coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, spat on the ground in indignation, rolled over, sat down with his neck on his back, and gasped for breath.

Oh, as if he remembered something, he took the flask and poured it up, but even though his lips were pursed, not a drop of wine slipped out of the smooth spout. He shook his head, threw away the flask, and coughed heavily, accompanied by a dry laugh that didn't sound sound, laughed and laughed, and then cried.

Nan Ling was on the side, looking at him with a very complicated expression.

In the dim moonlight, he was like a child, holding his knees and burying his head in his head and crying, sobbing, hissing, and venting his emotions. Tears flowed out like a levee, and for a while, he kept howling in this position.

Nanling looked a little at a loss.

Halfway, as if he had cried enough, he snorted and raised his head. Clear tears washed his face out of two furrows, and the area around his eyes was washed clean. Nanling was able to scrutinize his eyes—they were clear, transparent, young, but full of sadness.

Nan Ling stepped forward, squatted down gently, and asked carefully, "This friend, what is on your mind?"

The man sniffled and said abruptly, "It's your business." ”