In Jiangpu County in the middle of winter, at noon, a group of ragged beggars came outside the North City Gate.

The term beggar is the oldest in the world. Since human society divided into classes, beggars have emerged.

This profession is the most helpless choice for the poor. They are displaced everywhere, have no support, people can be bullied, dogs can be bullied, three meals are not allowed to continue, clothes are not covered, and only those who know the bitterness and hardships are the only one who knows the hardships.

These beggars were men and women, old and young. Each of them held a half-person-high bamboo stick in their hands, held a broken bowl or even tiles, and wore ragged clothes like ragged cloth strips. In this cold winter, when the beggars were trembling with coldness, they staggered all the way. When they arrived at the city gate, the beggars obviously hesitated for a while, wanting to enter the city gate, for fear of entering the city gate.

They are a group of people who are tortured by suffering and inferiority. They are used to the contemptuous gaze of others, to beat, drive away and ridicule. In order to survive, they have abandoned all unnecessary self-esteem in exchange for a meal of half a piece of leftovers.

A weak girl walking in the crowd of beggars with difficulty.

Like all beggars, she looked numb and empty, like a walking corpse, walking forward with the crowd one after another.

She was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a ragged single dress with invisible color, and a pair of slack trousers underneath. The trousers were too short and looked very unfit, revealing half of her tight and thin calves like dry wood. She was barefoot. In this cold winter, her little feet had several shocking frostbite. Her hair was dirty and yellow, and her hair covered her face. Only vaguely could she be thin and petite, and her limbs seemed to be becoming more and more slender and weak due to malnutrition.

The little girl was mixed in the group of beggars, no different from other beggars, so ordinary that she could hardly find her existence.

But she is very different from other beggars.

The difference is her eyes covering her back hair.

They are serious eyes, agile and full of vitality. They are constantly patrolling around and observing, looking for everything related to survival.

It is a pair of unyielding eyes, stubborn and full of rebellion. Even if you are in a desperate situation, you must fight against fate and seize any opportunity to survive.

They were even more fierce eyes, crazy and violent, like a hungry little female wolf. For a small piece of food, she could rush up to bite all competitors without hesitation.

It is hard to imagine that such complex and different eyes would appear in the eyes of a little girl of eleven or 2 years old.

The beggars hesitated for a while at the city gate and finally decided to enter the city. In the face of survival issues, all self-esteem and fear seemed so small.

The little girl mixed in the crowd and followed her into the city step by step. She looked a little tired, her dirty petite face revealed her disgust and desire for survival. Two completely opposite contradictory emotions appeared alternately on her underage face.

The beggars staggered into the city gate of Jiangpu County. The guards at the gate glanced at them with disgust, then quickly looked away and looked elsewhere.

The Ming Dynasty was founded for nearly 30 years, and there were many beggars without land or man-made disasters. There were so many beggars like this, so many of them could hardly arouse any interest from the guards, and they were too lazy to even investigate.

Emperor Hongwu classified the people of the world as military, civilian stove craftsmen and other households, each household had a household registration and was registered in the yamen, and the control was strictly controlled. However, such beggars who beg everywhere were inevitable in any dynasty.

When the beggars entered the city, they separated in a tacit understanding and each wanted to find food. This is an unwritten rule for the beggar group. Only when they were dispersed had a greater chance of getting charity from the people.

The little girl walked to the south city alone with a short bamboo stick.

After walking for a while, she found a corner of the alley and sat down. In order to save the rest of her energy, she must avoid unnecessary movements. So she sat under the wall like that, motionless like a mud-cast wood carving.

The bitter cold wind whistled past, and the little girl suddenly had a cold war. Her hands unconsciously rubbed her arms that were already numb from the cold. Her agile eyes looked at the gray sky, and her eyes showed a deep resentment.

The bad weather has always been the natural enemy of beggars who have no food and clothing. How unfair the way of heaven is, it gives the powerful, wealthy and gentlemen in the world a wealthy and wealthy, but the poor are hungry and frozen!

寒风吹进小巷,小女孩似是越来越受不了这彻骨的寒冷,坐了一会儿便无奈的站起身,用仅剩的几分体力,支撑着娇小虚弱的身躯,慢吞吞的继续往前走去,无视大街上的人们对她投来的异样眼光,她小脸紧紧绷着,一手拄着竹棍,另一只手不甘不愿的前伸,一边走一边向行人乞讨食物,可她却不像别的乞丐那般巧言谄媚,她只是紧紧咬着下唇,不言不语,小小的头颅微微上仰,哪怕到了如此绝境,她仍倔强的保留着那份小小的自尊,唯一屈服的,是她那只微微前伸乞食的小手.

Such arrogant begging will naturally be rewarded without any gain.

Until noon, the stubborn little girl was still invincible. She still raised her small head, and her expression showed a stubborn look of not surrendering to reality. She staggered along Bluestone Street for a while. Not far away, a grand and elegant restaurant appeared in front of her. The building was three floors high, with a dazzling golden signboard, and three big words were written on it: "Zuixianlou".

The little girl's originally dull eyes suddenly lit up, and a light of excitement appeared in her eyes.

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Inside the Zuixian Tower.

Xiao Fan leaned lazily on the counter, drooping his eyelids, chatting with Taixu without a word.

There are not many customers in Zuixianlou today. The weather is too cold, so people are hiding at home and unwilling to go out. So Zuixianlou is naturally a little deserted than usual.

Taixu felt very relieved. There were not many people who had bad omen today, and he was happy to be idle. Anyway, Xiao Fan raised him with delicious food and drink every day. Is there anything happier than this for a centenarian birthday star?

"Brother Xiao, I heard that you rejected Chen Siliu's proposal? Is there anything wrong?" Taixu's old face showed a bad smile, and he felt a little disrespectful.

Xiao Fan was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "No wonder people in Taoism use Bagua as their totem. It turns out that there is a reason. They are still so Bagua when they are 130 years old..."

Taixu smiled and his face was full of pleats: "Brother Xiao, your choice is wise, haha! I have said a long time ago that entering a household business is self-destructive, and Brother Xiao has a bright future. How can he be a son-in-law of a businessman? If you really become a businessman, you can't even become an official in the future..."

Xiao Fan said seriously: "Master, you misunderstood. The reason why I refuse relatives is not because of the Chen family's status, but... I really can't have feelings for Miss Chen. If I really like Miss Chen, let alone a business family, even if she is a beggar, I will marry her..."

"Do you refuse Chen Siliu's proposal because you have no feelings for Miss Chen?" Taixu looked confused.

Xiao Fan nodded.

Taixu smiled and said, "Okay, no matter what it is, it's right for you to reject him anyway. Rejecting Chen Siliu is to clear the obstacles for your future success..."

Xiao Fan sighed and said, "Master Taoist, we have always been in love. Please don't let me feel that I am not scheming with you, okay? You are a monk, why are you more snobbish than those secular people?"

Taixu smiled, smiling deeply: "What is secular? What is snobbery? Taoism advocates nature. Everything in the world cannot force it. Being obsessed with wealth and honor is obsessed with appearance, but if you force yourself and insist on being a son-in-law of a merchant, isn't it also attached to appearance? Brother Xiao, I think of your destiny, which is a very noble appearance. You must follow the numerology and not do anything against the will of heaven..."

Xiao Fan pointed to the table in the lobby seriously and said, "Master, there are many people there who have not yet enjoyed the free fortune-telling and fooling activities in our Zuixianlou. Go and fool them to death. We are so familiar with each other, so you don't have to fool me again..."

Taixu stomped his feet in anger: "When did I deceive you? Every word I said to you is true!"

Xiao Fan glanced at him sideways and snorted: "When I first met you, you scared me and said I had a bad omen..."

Taixu said coldly: "That time you were cheated of a meal by me and spent fifty cents. After the meal, I secretly called you a fool's sucker. If you don't please me, you will be destined to lose money and commit a villain. What's not a bad omen?"

Xiao Fan's eyes were stunned: "I don't know if I don't say it, Taoist priest, you are such a person. I am indeed a villain who was killed..."

"Ahem, I'm just giving an example..."

"Then you lied to me and said you know how to kung fu..."

Taixu was angry: "I really know how to do kung fu! I have said this many times, why do you always not believe it?"

Xiao Fan sneered: "You just run a little faster than me. Is this also called kung fu?"

Taixu was crazy. He pulled his hair hard, and his old face was slightly distorted with anger. He stomped his feet with an old face and said, "You little brat, you don't believe that Master Dao knows how to do kung fu, right? Master Dao will show you this time!"

As he said that, Taixu paused on the spot, and with a whoosh, he disappeared in front of Xiao Fan's eyes.

Xiao Fan's eyes widened and looked around, but he saw that on the two feet high beam above the lobby of Zuixian Tower, Taixu was stroking his beard with a smug look, showing him a dreamy smile like a butterfly that was unfathomable.

"Wow!"

The diners eating in the lobby were stunned. After a brief silence, the diners applauded and the applause was warm, and everyone looked reverent on their faces.

Taixu laughed and his sleeves spread out, like a flying bird, slowly flew back to the counter in an extremely chic and elegant posture.

The diners still applauded continuously. It seems that the martial arts masters of this era seem to enjoy a high prestige among the people.

Taixu, who flew back to Xiao Fan, became more and more proud of the applause of the diners. He stroked his beard, raised his head, snorted from his nostrils, and said, "Now do you believe I didn't lie to you, right? How about my lightness skills?"

Xiao Fan looked at him with a blank look, without saying anything, as if he was dementia.

At this moment, he was extremely shocked. Light skills are real light skills! It turns out that there was no random writing in martial arts novels in his previous life. There is indeed a magical skill like Kung Fu in this world. The two-meter-high beam of the house is up and goes up. It completely ignores gravity. As long as you are happy, you can fly as much as you want...

This old man is so amazing! Is he still a human?

Xiao Fan stared at Taixu as if he was stupid, and his mouth was wide open. For the first time, he discovered that Taixu was really an honest person. He didn't lie to him before. He was because he didn't believe him too much. He was really sorry to the Sanqing Daojun...

"Hey! Hey! Are you stupid?" Taixu didn't receive the unexpected praise and pushed Xiao Fan unhappily.

Xiao Fan immediately came to his senses, and two red hearts that were constantly beating appeared in his eyes. He stared at Taixu frantically and stuttered: "You... do you really know how to kung fu? Light skills?"

Taixu nodded arrogantly: "What did you say? Didn't you see them all just now?"

Xiao Fan quickly rushed out of the counter, then reached out to touch Taixu's body, which made Taixu's scalp numb.

"What are you doing?"

"Let me see if you have any steel wires... You know, there are too many scammers these days..."

Taixu said angrily: "I have never deceived you! Why don't you believe me?"

Xiao Fan touched it for a while and stopped, then said with a respectful look on his face: "I believe it, I believe it!"

"Then you say, are you willing to learn Kung Fu from me? I can teach you light skills..."

Xiao Fan thought for a while, pointed to Fang Liang carefully and said, "Master, I didn't see it very clearly just now. Can you fly again in slow motion?"

Taixu smiled happily and said, "What's the difficulty? It doesn't matter if you fly a hundred times."

As soon as he finished speaking, Taixu flew up to the beam of the room again with a whoosh, then waved his sleeves and flew down again.

"How about flying again... how about flying again?" Xiao Fan's eyes were so excited that stars appeared.

Whoosh! Flying up again.

"It's so sharp!" Xiao Fan looked up at Taixu on the beam of the room, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Then Xiao Fan picked up a teacup on the counter and shouted: "Master, try a difficult one, look at hidden weapons!"

The tea cup was as fast as a meteor, shooting towards Taixu.

Taixu's complacent look was suffocated and turned into a terrified face: "Ah—No!"

"Bang!"

The teacup hit Taixu on the beam of the house without any bias. Taixu screamed, like a fat duck hit by a bird gun. He slapped hard in the air for a few times, and then fell straight like a weight.

"Bang!"

Old Taixu fell down and fell to the ground, raising a wave of sorrowful and graceful dust, and his posture was as ecstatic as a car accident scene.

Xiao Fan was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed: "Master! What's wrong with you? Is it okay?"
Chapter completed!