On the shore of the Yellow Sea, Fu Ning once stayed in the fishing village with his brothers and sisters, and now he lives in a dilapidated house here.

On that day, he separated from the sword saint Chen Huaxiao, and then rushed here non-stop.

The small fishing village had been destroyed by the Woko shortly after their first departure, and now it was deserted, making it a fitting place to hide.

Originally, Chen Huaxiao also invited him to go to Wudang to avoid it, but after all, Wudang and Hengyue belonged to the same righteous faction, and Chen Huaxiao happened to go to Hengyue to talk about things, and no one could say whether they would sell themselves. Thinking of this, Fu Ning simply declined Chen Huaxiao's invitation and came here alone.

Fu Ning sat in the lobby mending fishing nets, and these days he makes a living by fishing. Although Liang Jun gave him a pack of silver tickets when he left Mingcheng, the largest place in the vicinity was that Niutou Town, and there was no money bank to exchange these silver tickets, although he still had some fragments of silver left, he didn't dare to squander them at will.

After mending the fishing nets, Fu Ning took out two bamboo baskets from the room, used a long flat pole and skewered them on his shoulders. A large wooden basin was placed in each of the bamboo baskets, and dozens of unknown sea fish were contained in the basin, and Fu Ning pulled up the fence with one hand and walked towards Niutou Town.

Today is the day when he delivers fish to the restaurant in the town, and he also happens to go to buy some daily household goods.

"Brother Lu, here!"

When he arrived in the town, Fu Ning walked through an alley, stepped on the bluestone slab to the end, and it happened that a guy with a scarf came out of the wooden door with a bucket on his head, and saw Fu Ning from a distance and immediately greeted him.

Fu Ning hurriedly responded, stepped forward in two steps, bowed his waist and said with a smile: "Brother Ping, it's early." ”

"It's still early? It's almost noon! You're lazy enough, come in." ”

Brother Ping also laughed, splashed the dirty water in the bucket into the sink on the side, and picked his head at him.

Fu Ning followed him into the back door.

"What, I'm going to see that storyteller today?"

Brother Ping walked in front and asked without looking back.

Fu Ning smiled: "That's what I like on weekdays." ”

Brother Ping shook his head and said earnestly: "It's serious to waste less money and save more to marry a wife, you are also in your twenties, how can you still be fooling around all day long?"

Fu Ning just laughed and didn't answer, and Brother Ping could only sigh when he saw it.

The two entered the kitchen, Fu Ning unloaded his burden, found the account room to receive the fish money, and went out of the restaurant after saying hello to Brother Ping.

After walking a few hundred meters, he stopped at the foot of a teahouse, looked at the sign above his head, and walked in.

"Yo, fisherman, again?"

As soon as Fu Ning entered, he saw someone waving to him in the building, so he walked over with a smile.

sat down opposite the man, and Xiao Er hurriedly came over and served a pot of tea.

Fu Ning took a sip of tea, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the plate in front of him and swallowed them.

"Eh, who told you to eat, it's mine. The person on the other side said.

Fu Ning rolled his eyes and scolded with a smile: "! what's yours is mine." ”

"Hey, you scoundrel!"

Fu Ning is funny, this person is a ruffian in Niutou Town, named Jing San, who is idle all day long, but he likes to listen to books in this teahouse very much, and Fu Ning also met him here.

The two fought for a while, and it took a long time to stop, Fu Ning looked back at the bookstand not far away, and then the storyteller was saying:

"But it was said that Fu Ning, the gangster of Pingdingshan, was really vicious, he was expelled from the division by Lu Yueping, the head of the sect, for killing his fellow disciples, so he held a grudge, and went down the mountain obediently on the surface, but secretly sneaked back, not only plotted against the head of the teacher Lu, but also let go of the Pingdingshan Library, injured dozens of fellow disciples, and was ......"

Fu Ning was still talking and laughing and drinking tea, but when he heard this, his hand suddenly shook, and the tea was sprinkled.

"This Fu devil is really cruel, even his own master dares to kill, as the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a father for life, and even I don't dare to think about killing my father. ”

Jing San on the side didn't notice Fu Ning's abnormality, and was still talking to himself, not knowing that the Fu Demon in his mouth was now sitting opposite him drinking tea.

At this time, Fu Ning suddenly stood up and startled Jing San on the side: "I said brother, even if you can't get used to the devil's behavior, you don't have to be so excited, he doesn't know how far away from us is." ”

Fu Ning didn't care, rushed to the desk in a few steps, grabbed the storyteller's neck, slapped the table and drank: "Say! Where did you hear this news?"

Mr. Storyteller was suddenly frightened, and Jing San was also anxious when he saw this, so he stepped forward to dissuade him.

"Brother Lu......, why is this?

"Boom !!"

Halfway through his words, he heard a loud noise, and the table under Fu Ning's palm suddenly shattered into several pieces, and Jing San was immediately frightened and swallowed back what he was about to say.

Everyone present was startled and looked at everything that happened in front of them in amazement.

Fu Ning's eyes widened angrily, and the green tendons of the storyteller's hand burst out: "Say!"

The storyteller was trembling again, and replied in a panic: "This is from the town next door, I heard that it has already spread outside, and it is not that I am talking nonsense." ”

Fu Ning's anger receded slightly when he heard this, he thought for a moment, and then asked, "When did this happen?"

The storyteller quickly replied: "Half a month ago." ”

Fu Ning's eyes rolled slightly, and after a while, he loosened the collar of the storyteller: "Don't spread this matter." ”

"Yes, yes......" The storyteller agreed.

Fu Ning glanced at the people in the store, stepped off the desk and returned to the table, Jing San subconsciously took a step back.

Fu Ning saw it in his eyes, couldn't help but sigh secretly, and said after a while: "I suddenly remembered that there were still some things to do, so I went back first, Brother Jing, please take care of yourself." ”

Jing San nodded hurriedly, Fu Ning sighed again, dropped a piece of broken silver, and said, "I will pay for the tea first, and Brother Jing will use it slowly." ”

Without waiting for Jing San's reaction, he turned around and left, but as soon as he arrived at the door, he retreated back, scaring the customers in the store again.

Fu Ning grabbed Jing San's arm, broke his fist, took out a silver ticket from his arms and stuffed it in: "Find a serious job to do in the future, marry a daughter-in-law, and live a good life." ”

After speaking, he left the teahouse, leaving Jing Sanyi standing in place.

Half an hour later, Fu Ning returned to the abandoned fishing village, he sat down in the courtyard and thought for a while, and finally went into the house to pack his luggage, and left the fishing village with his baggage.

Ten minutes later, on a small hillside, Fu Ning stood on the top of the hill and looked back at the land where he had lived for more than a month. Sparse trees surround the village, and traces of fire can still be seen everywhere, and the waves of the distant seashore crash against the sand again and again, turning orange-red foam in the setting sun.

Fu Ning is gone, without much nostalgia. Unbeknownst to him, not long after he left, a group of men in black found the fishing village where he had stayed. He didn't know either, because of the gift of his silver ticket, Jing San died under the interrogation of the group of men in black before he could find a serious job.

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(To be continued)