I boarded the restaurant, ordered some food and drinks, and leisurely leaned against the window, drinking hot wine.

The business of the restaurant is not good, there is no one at noon, the weather is too cold, and the world is really not good, business is difficult to do, and it is naturally very normal.

Yi Feng spent a whole afternoon bored like this, and the days when no one came to trouble him were really unaccustomed. Now that I think about it, this is the rivers and lakes, right? Rolling and climbing, fighting and killing, all the time in birth and death, it is always the lowest people, they are as busy as ants, but they are also as insignificant as ants.

Previously, he was also a part of the countless ants, and it was because he regarded him like an ant that the Bake Gang dared to send someone to "pinch him to death", and let the two Dharma protectors come to preside over the pursuit of him, which is already an unusual importance to him.

But after discovering that his strength far exceeded their estimates, things began to look a little different, and his days became boring.

Even a big gang like the Baking Gang didn't dare to come to him casually and make trouble again.

Yi Feng looked up at the sky, and even he didn't know what was going on. Obviously, in the past few months in Yihua Mountain, he also came over like this, but he never seemed to be bored or lonely.

And now, it's just a few idle moments, and I feel very lonely.

In the end, what is missing by my side?

It feels like a billion is missing!

Peacefully, I spent the afternoon like this, and nothing happened.

When it was almost evening, Yi Feng checked out and left, leaving the city gate. At the city gate, there were a few gang members guarding there, checking for something, and it seemed that they were looking for someone. At that moment, he began to wish they were looking for him, but apparently it wasn't.

When they saw him, they avoided his expectant gaze and went on doing their own thing.

Although he felt bored, he was not a person who had nothing to do after all, so he went out of the city like this. Outside, the sunset set over the mountains, and the mysterious light, at this time, poured into the mountains.

The space is wrinkled, stretched infinitely to both sides, and everything in reality fades like a line.

Suddenly, he appeared among the five stone pillars of the Tianxin Palace, shining with five beads as always, and intertwined with five colors as always.

He knew that the thrill he was waiting for was coming, and the mysterious figure behind the Tianxin Hall had obviously made a decision.

A majestic and mysterious voice, as he expected, sounded:

- "The trial begins, the trialist: number three!"

- "Mission plot: Due to Liu Yizhi's report, Dongting and Qiantang joined forces to capture the Jinghe Dragon Palace and rescue the three princesses of Dongting. Rejected the marriage proposed by the king of Qiantang, Liu Yi left the Dongting Dragon Palace, because of the gift of the Dragon Palace became a rich man in Guangling, a year later, married his wife Zhang, not for a long time, Zhang died of illness for no reason, and married his wife Han, a few months later, Han was pregnant for three months, died for no reason. The Han family sued the government, Liu Yi was involved in a murder case, and his family went bankrupt, everything went wrong, and he was exiled in Jinling. ”

- "Mission: Help Liu Yi unlock the mysterious curse and kill the mastermind behind it." Success Reward: Obtain the high-level Tiangang Five Thunder Exercises, and you can unconditionally obtain and watch all the martial arts collected by the Tianxin Palace! Failure Punishment: Within ten years, you will no longer get the tasks issued by the Tianxin Palace. Death in Mission: Destroy all the gods and bodies!"

- "Attention, this trial is extremely dangerous!"

- "Liu Yi's death is regarded as a mission failure!"

- "Did the Trialist accept this mission?"

The last sentence turned out to be an inquiry, but Yi Feng had been waiting for this moment for a long time, or rather, this was originally his own proposal. Without any hesitation, he said, "Accept!"

Sentences like "Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road" are extraordinarily convincing in a place like Jinling.

Wealth is always concentrated in a very small number of families, and more people are poor, or become tenants of large families, or rely on some small businesses, barely living. As for those who have a meal but no next meal, and are often so poor that they can't open the pot, I don't know how much.

In a dirty alley, Liu Yi, who lives here, is writing couplets with his pen.

In fact, most of these couplets are also difficult to sell, but if you can sell some of them, more or less, you can subsidize some household use.

Relying on making account books in an inn, the little income brought in was really limited, barely enough, but it was enough to fill himself and an old couple who were still with him. The servants of the family have long been dismissed, and two years earlier, when he was rich, the relatives who still came and went with him, seeing him at this moment were like seeing a plague god, and they wanted to avoid him.

There are many of these relatives, who borrowed silver taels from him at that time, and now although he is dilapidated, he is a scholar with a thin face, and he really can't afford to ask for it from others.

Only this old couple, who had taken care of him when he was young, were now old, and they had nowhere to go when they were dismissed, so they still followed him.

Since the return of Dongting, he became rich overnight, everything went smoothly, and he became a famous rich man in Guangling, and now, it is dilapidated, but it is only a few short years. Life is like playing a big joke with him, two wives died in a row, one of whom was still pregnant with his fetus, and later got into a lawsuit, scattered all the family wealth, and the little capital left, no matter what business he did, died at a loss.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but think that this might be his life, in those two or three years, in his life, all the blessings that he shouldn't have enjoyed were finished, and now it's time to pay off his debts.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the winter clothes are not ready, so I can't do it, so I can only find a rich family to sell myself in, so I am a scholar, maybe someone will ask for it.

He took the pen and stared blankly at the half-written couplet on the table, and the tears unconsciously soaked the blank half.

Yes, he is also a scholar anyway, and if he can't get famous, even if he doesn't get famous, he is forced to sell even the little land left to him by his deceased parents. There are three unfilial pieties, no queen is the greatest, his wife is dead, the children are gone, and then he sells his body, writes the deed of sale, and his children and grandchildren have to be slaves to others, and he is also a scholar, and he has ended up like this, is this really his life?

"Childe ......" beside him, the old man came over tremblingly and brought him a cup of hot water.