I am the leader of the capital

In front of a dilapidated inn in Fengge City, a poor, dusty young man jumped off the little donkey and looked around. There was an old tree with an outer neck beside the inn. He took two quick steps to tie up the little donkey as a gift. up.

"Brother donkey, thanks to you for this journey."

Zhao Fujin reached out and touched the little donkey's head. The brown donkey stamped its hoof impatiently and turned its head. Seeing this, the young man smiled bitterly and said, "Donkeys have high and low eyes, don't you think I'm poor?"

Turning around, the little donkey flicked its tail twice, hitting the young man's face, Zhao Fujin was not annoyed, looked at the little donkey and said with emotion: "I wish I had a little donkey at home when I was young, I don't know how much less suffering I will suffer."

The donkey ignored him, and the young man walked to the inn with his burden. After taking two steps, he turned his head to look at the little donkey, and then looked at the street with almost no pedestrians. Steal his little donkey.

The donkey seems to understand human nature, seeing through his petty appearance, he looked at him with disdain, and Zhao Fujin relieved the embarrassment and said: "Brother donkey, you still have double eyelids, I don't have it, neither does my wife, our whole family has it." No."

The little donkey looked up arrogantly.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fujin walked into Wenlai Inn, the cheapest inn in the southeast corner of Fengge City.

Xiaojiangnan is the very center of the southeast area, and Wenlai Inn is located in the southeast corner of Dongxu. It is a shop with very sluggish business. All the year round, there are only poor people who go to the city to do things too late. Only to stay overnight.

When Zhao Fujin entered the city, he asked all the way to find this inn. In fact, there are worse inns, but it is too far away from Dongxu. He still has some questions and needs to go to Dongxu at the last time before Chunwei. The library checked it out, and could only bear the pain and spend more on accommodation.

"Knock knock." Zhao Fujin looked at the old man who was sitting behind the counter and fell asleep and knocked on the counter: "Shopkeeper, how much is it for you to live here until the end of Chunwei?"

Yawning, the old man dressed in weird clothes slowly opened his eyes, and said with a smile, "Boy, are you rushing for the exam?"

"Yes, shopkeeper, I'm here to catch up with the exam." Zhao Fujin turned his head from time to time, for fear that the little donkey outside the door would be taken away by someone. This little donkey has become the most expensive property of his Zhao family including the three generations of his ancestors.

"You won't be charged if you rush for the exam." The old man lying on the rocking chair looked like an old urchin.

Zhao Fujin shook his head hastily, and said repeatedly: "No need, you can charge whatever you want. Mr. Zhao thanked the shopkeeper for his kindness."

"My surname is Zhao? You're so poor, you can't be poor Zhao Fujin, right?" The old man who stood up and clattered was puzzled.

He never thought that there would be someone who knew him in such a place, and Zhao Fujin, who was rather embarrassed, didn't know what to say for a while, and said after a long time: "I'm calling Zhao Fujin, I met the shopkeeper, but money is something outside of the body, it doesn't matter if you have more or less. "

The fat old man with small gourds hanging around his waist said disdainfully: "If you are rich, you can live in the best restaurant, and a table can be moved there to buy my small building. Don’t you want such a life with countless young and beautiful women waiting for you? You need money, so how can you say that money is not important?”

Zhao Fujin pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "I'm just talking about it, who wouldn't want it if he could have decent money? But there's no need for a beautiful woman to serve you, I already have a family."

"You're not bad, you're not rigid. I thought that the commoner talent in other people's mouths was a nerd who came out of the valley and could only study hard." The fat old man said proudly, "I'm the famous Sun Qimiao. You From now on, you can just call me Grandpa Sun or Old Man Wonderful."

Zhao Fujin scratched his head, racking his brains, but couldn't figure out who is Sun Qimiao and who is the wonderful old man, but looking at the arrogant expression of the colorful old man in front of him, Zhao Fujin felt that he should not be an ordinary person, but such a person How could he stay in such a broken inn and charge a few rents.

After much deliberation, Zhao Fujin only thought of one possibility, that is, the old man had something wrong with his mind. He guarded a dilapidated inn and fantasized that he was a world-renowned super expert. He corrected it, and it would be fine if he agreed, so he said: "So it's Sun Daxia. I never wanted to see him here. I think the hero has a heart of retiring. I heard from the storyteller in the village that every master likes to recluse. Only Those who are not popular like to compete for fame and fortune in the arena."

"Clap clap clap..."

The fat old man suddenly became agitated, and he clapped his hands like wooden boards so it wouldn't hurt, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, the hero naturally wants to be a wild crane, what's the use of fighting for some false fame every day?" .”

The fat old man who stopped his hands began to look at Zhao Fujin again, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and praised: "Your boy is the material for the number one scholar, and the casual words contain profound meanings, which are deafening and thought-provoking."

The corners of Zhao Fujin's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that you, an old fellow, looked crazy at first glance, so I just said it casually, and there was no deep meaning in it.

"It's no wonder that there is a saying in the world that you should learn martial arts first. It turns out that this is the truth. In the future, you will report my name as Sun Qimiao when you meet outside. If others continue to bully you, I will help you out." The old man who called himself Sun Qimiao I slapped my heart and assured the ticket.

Seeing Zhao Fujin stretching his head to look at the little donkey outside the door from time to time, the fat old man Sun Qimiao said impatiently: "You all know that I am the world-renowned Sun Qimiao, so what are you worried about? Can you get me from here without saying anything?" The man who took the little donkey away has not yet been born."

"Come here, I have a picture of the exercises here, please help me to look at it, the notes on it are too esoteric, I can't understand." After Sun Qimiao finished speaking, he walked into the house, and saw Zhao Fujin still standing at the door with a tangled face. Watching the little donkey outside the door, he put his hand on his forehead and said: "Well, you can help me explain the exercises, and I will provide you with three meals. In addition, if the little donkey is gone, I will pay you a hard-earned BMW."

Seeing that Zhao Fujin hesitated, Sun Qimiao went straight up and dragged him to the basement, and said as he walked, "Don't worry, the security in the capital is good, no one dares to steal your little donkey, not to mention that I have been working in Wenlai Inn for so many years." Never lost anything, and you don't think much of your poor little donkey."

With the sound of creaking, an ordinary-looking door slowly opened, revealing the stairs leading to the underground. Sun Qimiao said proudly: "My little underground palace is not accessible to ordinary people. It's your fate, I will take you Open your eyes."

Zhao Fujin's eyes gradually changed, and he no longer looked at the fat old man with the eyes of a fool. The lines and various patterns on both sides of the passage through the underground passage exude an extraordinary aura. There are ten steps and a door. After a total of three rumbles, the whole picture of the underground palace was revealed.

A large empty space filled with all sorts of strange things, there is a tiger skin, a man with antlers stuck on his head, a lot of plants of various colors, besides that, there are three stone gates.

"Show me my library." The laughing old man pushed open the stone door like offering a treasure, Zhao Fujin walked in and looked around blankly, picked up a few cheat books and opened them for a few glances.

The fat old man who had been waiting to see Zhao Fujin's excited and unable to control his expression gradually became lost. Apart from the uncontrollable loss, he was also deeply puzzled. He couldn't figure out why these good things of his own could not cause this poor boy to be shocked. , Is it because the young man's vision is too high or his own thing is just what he thinks is good.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Fujin was a little surprised to see the dumpy old man's unknown and disappointed face, and asked with some concern.

The short and fat old man waved his hand, "No, it's nothing, just take a look..."

Zhao Fujin nodded and walked around in this large stone room, reaching out to pick up two books from time to time to read. He is not a martial arts practitioner, so he can't understand these exercises at all. The treasure in the eyes of the old man is In his eyes, it is no different from a child's picture book.

Seeing the young man known as the talented man in civilian clothes walking carelessly around the various classics he has collected for many years, the complexion of the wonderful old man Sun Qimiao gradually dimmed. Every time the young man picked up a book, the old man's eyes would see There was a little bit of light, and when the young man put down the book with a tasteless expression on his face, the light in the old man's eyes would dim instantly.

The young man doesn't know that the old man's disappointment comes from his boring action of flipping through the book, and the old man doesn't know that the young man's carelessness comes from his inability to understand these exercise secrets.

For a moment there were only footsteps and the slight sound of flipping books in the room. Zhao Fujin was a little bored and flustered. He opened a book at random like a horse and watched flowers, and then put them down one by one. Every time he put a book, the old man suffered a stab in his heart.

The old man didn't speak, and his eyes were full of expressions urging him to look more. Zhao Fujin could only continue to look around blindly. Ever since he followed the old man down, Zhao Fujin had never worried about the old man's malicious actions, because he was neither valuable nor able to resist. It's not as good as being generous.

Zhao Fujin, anyway, my life is my life. In the eyes of the old man, calmness has become the arrogance and pickiness of a noble and talented person. From wanting to show off to now eager to be recognized, the old man's mental journey is quite bumpy.

Finally, Zhao Fujin got an old book that was plain and casually placed on the shelf. The eyes of the wonderful old man jumped slightly. This book was his most important book.

Because he was worried about being stolen, he mixed this book with other ordinary books, thinking that one day even if this library was stolen, as long as the book looks ordinary, others may just take it. Those few books are listed separately, after all, there is a limit to what people can take away.

If the thief emptied the library, then it doesn't matter. The old man Wei Wei thinks that someone can evacuate the library because he is dead. Since he is dead, he doesn't have to worry about things. Life does not bring death. I don't take it with me.