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Where is life to return to Hong, stormy in the martial arts world. When you bend over, you know what it means to be humiliated. When you look back, you can see your head bobbing up and down. His name was called Lu Lu, who wasn't trapped within and struggling with all their might … Perhaps … A dream is a dream...

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"Shed, Shed, the real Mai Cheng's Shed!"

Following the childish shout, a twelve to thirteen year old youth turned around the corner. He wasn't big, with trousers rolled up to his knees and a pair of bare feet.

The young man wore a clean white shirt and his hands were clean. His dark face revealed grievances and grievances. On his arm was a basket of chestnuts that had just been fried, and steam was rising from it.

A sloppily dressed man lazily basked in the sunlight was lying on the ground under the corner of the wall.

Hearing the young man's words, the big man looked at him with a smile and asked: "Leng Qing, from your half-dead shout and your face full of frustration, you must have been scolded by Old Lord Leng again, right?"

The young man glared at the sloppy-looking man with a displeased expression and said angrily, "Stupid Liu San, so what if I was scolded by my father? It's better than you, you stinking beggar, who lie here and pretend to be pitiful all day long, even fooling around to make people eat and drink to your heart's content, asking for money but not being embarrassed at all? "

The slovenly guy did not mind and laughed: "Little Cold Qing, Master Liu San is not a coward like you call him. He has been in Luoyang for so many years, who do you think would dare to look down on me? [You are the only one who dares to speak ill of me. Why? Haha … That's because laozi likes you, kid. "Come, come, little brat, how about you let San Ye taste these chestnuts?"

The teenager, Leng Qing, snorted and ignored him. She carried the basket and walked a few steps forward. After that, she turned her head to look at the man, turned around, grabbed a handful of chestnuts, and gently placed them in the broken bowl in front of him.

Liu San was overjoyed. He chewed a chestnut in his mouth before praising, "Good, good …"

Seeing how he was eating, Leng Qing couldn't help but ask, "What did you say? Okay?"

Liu San spat out the remnants of his chestnut shell, clapped his hands, and smiled, "Chestnut, it's good to have another one, it's even better to have another one!" Although he was shabby, his words were rather coarse.

Leng Qing spat on the ground before turning around and leaving.

Suddenly, someone burst out laughing, and a delicate voice called out: "Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing, that person is a scoundrel. Such a big person, yet he duped people into eating their chestnuts. How embarrassing."

When Leng Qing heard this, he raised his head. Previously, he had only been engrossed in talking with Liu San, so he hadn't noticed that there was a luxurious high horse carriage parked in the middle of the street. The driver was a tall, dark, well-dressed man with a straight back.

On the other side of the car sat a little girl in brocade, about the same age as he, wearing a pair of dark green boots embroidered with gold thread, her calves swinging back and forth on the shafts, the gold thread of her boots shining like a carp on water in the sunlight.

That smile was from the little girl. Leng Qing looked at him and quickly lowered her head. She was ashamed of her inferiority. She hurriedly walked forward and was too embarrassed to even open her mouth.

The little girl saw that he had left in a hurry, so she quickly called out: "Hey, you're selling chestnuts, why are you leaving? "Aunt Qing, I want to eat chestnuts." The last sentence he said was to shout at the people in the car.

A woman's voice came from the carriage and said, "Lu Er, you are messing around again." The food outside was not clean, how could they eat it? "When you get back to the house, ask Lian to cook fresh chestnuts for you. It's the chestnuts in our house, but Second Master Ruan ordered someone to bring them over from Hubei a few days ago. They're all big and round, Lian's sugar and fried chestnuts are very tasty."

The little girl who was in the mood to play twitched her lips and muttered with a frown, "I don't want to eat Lian'er's Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs. Aunt Qing, I just want to eat the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs outside."

The woman in the car laughed and scolded, "Child, you are so willful. You don't want good things in the house, yet you still want to eat these dirty things outside." He sighed and said to the back of the car in a helpless tone, "Daoist Master Qing Mu, buy all of the chestnuts."

A tall, sharp-eyed, hawk-nosed man in his fifties rode behind the carriage. He carried a long sword with a black scabbard on his back and had a fierce expression on his face.

Leng Qing lowered her head and walked in front of his horse. The Daoist man gave a "hmm" and jumped down from his horse, extending his hand to stop him. He then took out a silver ingot and said, "Yours, Chestnut, mine …" The way he spoke sounded unfamiliar, as if he wasn't from the Central Plains.

When Leng Qing saw Qin Wentian blocking their path, he was already shocked. When he saw that the silver ingots were no less than two or three times worth, he felt that it was more than enough to buy ten baskets of chestnuts. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and was astonished to the point that he couldn't speak.

The woman in the carriage laughed. "Daoist Greenwood, don't scare the little guy with your manner of speaking."

Leng Qing's basket, which was clearly in the crook of her arm, suddenly appeared in the Daoist's hands. While she was still in a daze, she felt her palm sink, and instead, the Daoist put the silver in his hand, taking large steps to the front of the carriage and handing the basket to the young girl in embroidered clothes. She bowed and took three steps back before turning around to mount the horse.

It was noon and the streets were bustling with noise and excitement. The capital of Luoyang had been bustling since the ancient times, with shops lining both sides of the street. It was crowded with people.

Leng Qing found out to her surprise that where the carriage had stopped, all the people who were passing by bowed and retreated. Many of them were dressed in rich and luxurious clothing, and they even cupped their fists and bowed, showing respect on their faces.

The burly man driving the carriage appeared to be extremely arrogant and did not return the greeting.

The little girl's dark eyes roamed about. Although she was yelling for chestnuts, she didn't eat any of them. She suddenly threw them at a fat, rich looking person.

That rich businessman was in his thirties. He also had a round face, and behind him stood five or six idle men, all holding slingshots and crossbows in their hands. Seeing the back of the horse, the rich merchant bowed with a face full of smiles. However, the little girl had thrown him to the side and he hit him on the head.

The little girl giggled. She felt that it was quite funny. She picked up a chestnut and was about to throw it over again.

The woman in the carriage saw through the curtain and shouted, "Deer are not allowed to be naughty!" The little girl pursed her lips, and although she did not put down her chestnut, she did not dare to throw it out.

The woman looked through the window and saw a look of chagrin on the rich merchant's face. She smiled lightly and said, "Boss Bai, children don't know how to play. Please don't take offense."

Leng Qing was acquainted with this rich merchant. He was the largest pawnbroker in Luoyang, nicknamed "The Ingrate." It was said that he was close to the third concubine of the Master Judgement. Relying on the authority of the government, he had taken advantage of everything in Luoyang.

Once, when Leng Qing was selling chestnuts, she accidentally scratched this fellow and got slapped by him. This time, the ingrate was in such an awkward position in front of these people, and there were a few bulky guys behind him. Leng Qing was sure that this fellow would not let this matter rest.

The ingrate did not wait for the woman in the car to finish her words. He quickly walked up to pick up the chestnut on the ground and said with a flattering smile, "The young miss has bestowed upon me the honor of eating the chestnut. It is a great honor for me!" He turned around and shouted at a few idlers, "Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes," the man behind him answered in unison.

Someone among the idlers continued to say, "It's a pity we don't have this kind of luck and are rewarded by Eldest Miss."

Most of the people on the streets hated that ingrate. Seeing him suffer such a loss made everyone feel delighted. It was just that he did not dare to reveal his true power, as he did not dare to do so.

At this moment, the ingrate showed his ugly expression and someone finally couldn't hold back his laughter. Some people laughed, and the crowd could not help but laugh.

The burly man couldn't help but smile. He waved his horsewhip in the air and said, "Go." The horse galloped forward slowly.

The ingrate swept a fierce glance at the crowd, and the people on both sides dispersed with laughter. The ingrate also led a few idle men and turned to leave.

A man with nothing to do suddenly caught a glimpse of Leng Qing's trembling body on the street. His eyes lit up as he shouted, "Did you laugh just now?"

Leng Qing was shocked. The idle man had already reached out and slapped her.

The other idlers laughed out loud. Someone then shouted out, "Damn, it's that puppy that was blocking the way last time."

"It looks like Great Master Bai's slap last time didn't make this brat remember …"

"Eighth Brother, give Uncle a good beating." The ingrate was full of boredom and was just worrying that there would be no place for him to vent his anger, so he said fiercely.

After receiving the order from his master, the idle "Old Eight" became even more ferocious as he smacked his palm on Leng Qing's face.

Leng Qing cried out, frightened out at a loss of what to do. Those who had yet to leave the street all shook their heads and sighed. However, because of the other party's notoriety, they all dared to be angry but did not say anything.

At this moment, the slovenly man, Liu San, who was leaning against the wall, lifted a chestnut from the broken bowl and flicked his finger.

"Sou!" The chestnut was as fast as lightning, and before anyone could blink, they only heard the 'Ah!' sound from the eighth brother, who was sitting on the ground. The chestnut was in the middle of the wrist, and a burning pain spread out from the wrist to the arm, and when they looked down, they could see flesh on the wrist, and fresh blood was flowing out, while a chestnut was rolling on the ground.

Everyone was stunned as they couldn't see where the chestnut came from. The ingrate tilted his head and looked suspiciously at the carriage, which hadn't gone far, only to see the tall and straight man proudly riding on a horse. His green robe was scrawny and skinny, and the blood-red tassels on the hilt of his long sword fluttered in the wind.

All the idlers followed his gaze and couldn't help but shiver.

"Could it be that the Prince's Palace's blade faction saved this kid?" A idle man was bewildered.

The ingrate 'face was gloomy. Fear flashed in his eyes. He bitterly waved his hand and the group of people left in a dejected manner.

Leng Qing stood blankly in the middle of the street, watching as the carriage gradually sped away.

After a long while, a lazy voice sounded in his ear, "Brat, why are you daydreaming? "With such a large silver ingot in your hand, you better be careful not to lose it. If not, Old Lord Leng will slap you in the face!"

At some point, Liu San had been standing behind him. His eyes were narrowed as he stared at the departing carriage. The light in his eyes was exceptionally bright and clear. When Leng Qing looked over, Liu San retracted his gaze and returned to his previous listless look.

After Leng Qing left, her sense of inferiority gradually disappeared. She grabbed the silver with both hands and said, "Are you going to steal it?" I'm not afraid of you! "

Liu San said lazily, "Hey, who in Luoyang would dare to snatch a reward from the Prince's Mansion?" He slowly went back to the corner and sat down. He looked at the direction the carriage went.

Leng Qing gave him a glare before turning around to walk into a drugstore on the side of the street. He saw a black sign hanging on the door of the medicine store, with the words "Pan He Ji" written in large characters.

The furnishings inside the shop were different from those in other pharmacies. There were no medicine cabinets, waiters, tables, chairs, etc. There was only a tall counter.

Back in the days in Luoyang, this "Pan He Ji" medicine shop was quite shocking. A few years ago, an elegant old man came to this place to buy medicine and set up a shop.

This old man's temperament was like that of an immortal, yet he had never been in the medical field nor was there a shop assistant. It was a wonder that when someone came to buy medicine, they only needed to tell them the symptoms of the patient.

2. This old man has a rule that he doesn't want to sell. He doesn't care if you are an official or a rich merchant. It is said that even those who are famous in the martial arts world, like the 'royal family', have had their doors shut.

San Qi, on the other hand, had gained quite a reputation for this old man. He also bought a set of medicine to show off to the rich and to the poor.

Over time, the market called "old god" and not by its name.

The strangest thing was that although this old man had offended many people, no one had ever come to the medicine store to cause trouble.

It was already past noon, and there was no one else in the store. It seemed cold and deserted.

Behind the counter, there was an old man with long eyebrows and sharp eyes. Although his temples were already gray, he looked clean and healthy, and he wore a white robe, looking cleaner than the snow. Although he was just casually standing in the medicine shop, he seemed to be standing high above the hall.

Leng Qing stood up on her tiptoes and gave the silver to the counter. "Grandpa deity, are these enough to pay for your medicine?"

The elder didn't even raise his head as he asked indifferently, "Is your father's cough better?"

Leng Qing said, "After taking grandfather's medicine, you've recovered a long time ago, but … "It's just that I haven't been able to save enough money to send it to you. Just now, I …"

The old man interrupted his speech and said faintly, "My medicine fee won't be that high. Take the silver back and give it to your father for safekeeping. This silver should be enough for you to live for a month."

Leng Qing had yet to reply when a sinister voice coldly answered: "I didn't think that you would actually be a merciful and kind person. Haha …" Haha … I'm impressed! "

Leng Qing looked over and saw a person standing by the side of the wall. The man was standing in the shadows at the corner of the room. He was in a hurry to return the money when he entered the room, and did not notice that there was anyone in the room.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly felt a surge of immense power rushing towards him. Unable to control himself, he staggered back towards the door. For some reason, he had reached the door and the silver ingot was still in his hand.

Leng Qing looked over, only to see that behind the counter, the immortal grandpa lightly waved his hands, and the two doors slammed shut. He then heard the sinister voice from before saying, "It's been a few years since we last met. Your Non-Phase Method has advanced once again. Congratulations!"

That person said, "Congratulations." His tone was cold and sinister, without a shred of joy. When Leng Qing heard this, she felt a chill down her spine, and fear gradually welled up in her. She suddenly felt empty, and was lifted up by her waist. Just as she was about to cry out, her mouth was suddenly covered with someone's hand.

Leng Qing only thought that someone was trying to snatch his silver taels. She was panic-stricken, and her legs kicked wildly as she struggled with all her might. The person quickly turned around the corner and entered the alley. He gently put him down. It was the beggar, Liu San.

Leng Qing said angrily, "What are you doing? "Stinky beggar, are you really going to rob me of my silver taels?"

Ever since he could remember, Liu San had been begging on this street. Every time he felt wronged, Liu San would play with him and make him happy. Therefore, although Leng Qing was surprised, she wasn't afraid of him.

Liu Sanyi no longer had his usual lazy demeanor and shouted in a low voice, "Smelly brat, how can a kid like you pry into the affairs of the martial arts world and speak nonsense like that?"

Leng Qing saw that his eyes were bright and full of spirit, and his expression was grim. He did not look listless at all. Instead, there was a faint trace of fierceness in his eyes.

The alleyway was originally quiet. Even though it was a sunny day, the sunlight was thin and gloomy. Leng Qing was terrified, and ran inside.

As it turned out, his family lived at the end of the alleyway. When he reached his house, he couldn't help but turn around. He was so shocked that his mouth gaped open, unable to close it.

Liu San's arms flapped and he flew up lightly like a giant bird, landing on the roof. From a distance, he could see the roof of Pan He's medicine store.