Metropolis: The Rise of Chinese Arts

Bai Yidao turned around and went back to prepare food, while Zhang Nian wandered around this place.

The scenery here is actually beautiful, and Bai Yidao probably has nothing to do, and usually takes care of these places very clean here.

Standing by the side, there is a bottomless cliff below, and there is actually a sea of ​​clouds below.

Standing beside the cliff, Zhang Nian couldn't help admiring.

"What are you doing, come here."

While he was in a daze, he heard Bai Yidao's voice behind him.

Zhang Nian came back to his senses, and quickly turned around and walked towards the back.

Sit down, a few small dishes, two jugs of wine.

Bai Yidao handed him a pot and said.

"I made this wine myself, and there are no good dishes, so you can just make do with it."

Zhang Nian asked politely.

"Brother Bai, I think your cultivation level is not too low. Now China is in the period of martial arts, why don't you go down the mountain and start a career."

Bai Yidao's hand that was pouring the wine stopped for a moment, and looked up at Zhang Nian.

"Brother doesn't know, I'm already tired, otherwise would I find such a place to live?"

Zhang Nian also smiled and pointed around.

"This place is good, but I think you are not much older than me, Big Brother Bai. If you keep going on like this, when will you be the first?"

Bai Yidao couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard Zhang Nian's words.

He drank the wine in his hand, looked at the sea of ​​clouds beside him, and said.

"Did you see what's down here?"

"A sea of ​​clouds."

"What a sea of ​​clouds, there is an abyss below! If I can't stay any longer, I'll jump down, so I don't have to suffer?"

"This"

These words directly blocked Zhang Nian's words, and he looked at Bai Yidao blankly.

I really don't know what is going on in Bai Yidao's heart.

There are still such people in this era, and I don't know whether it is good or bad.

The two of them chatted one after another, and finished their lunch.

Bai Yidao sent Zhang Nian down the mountain, and before leaving, Bai Yidao said.

"Brother, if you go down this time, I think we are also destined. I have a message for you. In everything, don't be competitive and do what you can."

Zhang Nian nodded, thanked him, then turned and walked outside.

After walking a dozen steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and shouted.

"Brother Bai, I have one last question."

"You ask."

Bai Yidao seemed to have known that he was going to ask a question, and he didn't leave at all.

Zhang Nian raised the knife at his waist and shouted.

"I was in the temple that day and saw that the statue seemed to have this in its hand. I don't know."

Bai Yidao smiled and said.

"That is the ancestor, this knife is our family heirloom knife, you have to use it well!"

After speaking, he laughed, turned and walked back.

Zhang Nian stood at the mountain pass, looking for a long time at the path where there was no one there.

It wasn't until the cool mountain wind blew Zhang Nian's hair upside down that it almost pierced his eyes, that he came back to his senses and walked down the mountain.

Sure enough, as Bai Yidao said, when he returned to the city center, it was evening.

The sun hadn't quite set yet.

In the process of nearly a month, Zhang Nian also made himself look bad.

All the clothes on him were rotten, and the things he carried were basically destroyed because of the mass suicide that night.

There is no water on the mountain, so Zhang Nian naturally has no way to take a bath.

So he could only enter the city from the outside in such a stinky way.

Walking on the street, many people regarded him as a beggar.

Zhang Nian was tired from walking, so he found a street corner and sat down.

Anyway, with my current image, I don't need to pay attention to anything.

But just a few minutes after sitting down, suddenly, he saw a dark thing flying over from the corner of his eye.

Zhang Nian reacted very quickly, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the thing with a snap.

A sticky feeling came over.

Looking back, Zhang Nian saw that what he was holding in his hand was a blackened steamed bun.

The top of the steamed bun was already black, and, as if it had been soaked in water, it was sticky all over.

He grinned, quickly let go of his hand, and threw it out.

"Good boy, throw my steamed bun?"

Seeing the steamed bun enter the trash can next to it, a voice rang out in time.

Zhang Nian looked back and saw three people standing beside him.

The three looked scrawny, and all held sticks and broken bowls in their hands.

But their expressions were full of viciousness.

Zhang Nian frowned, and suddenly felt that these people looked familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly figured it out.

Isn't that what you look like?
Zhang Nian couldn't help laughing twice at himself.

I didn't want to, but I heard the person next to me yelling.

"Damn, the kid still dares to laugh at us!"

Zhang Nian's expression instantly froze on his face.

He quickly waved his hand.

"No, it's a misunderstanding."

Those three people had rushed up at this time, swung three sticks and hit Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian originally didn't want to fight this kind of person.

They were already poor people, but they didn't expect that the actions of these three people were not serious at all.

Zhang Nian had no choice but to make a move, and within a second, the three of them were already lying on the ground.

One of them looked older and pointed at Zhang Niandao.

"My boy, where did you come from? You dare to take our jobs. You can bully our beggar gang in Qingyun City? If you have the guts, don't leave!"

Zhang Nian frowned, beggars?

Could it be that there is a gang of beggars in Qingyun City?Isn't their helper very powerful?
He smiled and said.

"You still belong to the Beggar Gang? Could it be that the leader of your Beggar Gang is Qiao Feng?"

"Slander us!"

The old man suddenly took out a whistle from his pocket and blew it violently.

The sound of this whistle is not sharp, but it sounds very penetrating.

Just when Zhang Nian was wondering, more than a dozen big men rushed out from nowhere and surrounded Zhang Nian.

Zhang Nian was taken aback, and saw that these people did not look like beggars at all.

They look more like white-collar workers.

The clothes on his body are clean, and there are no bowls and sticks.

"Boy, which gang are you from, what are you doing here?"

One of them with beards asked Zhang Nian.

Before Zhang Nian could answer, he heard the old beggar say.

"Brother Hui, this kid came to grab the territory and beat us up, beat him up!"

Upon hearing that, Brother Hui walked up to Zhang Nian, grabbed Zhang Nian by the collar, and sneered.

"Good boy, there are not many people who dare to come to Qingyun City's beggar gang to grab the territory."

Zhang Nian said with a smile.

"Brother, to be honest, you really misunderstood me. I didn't come to grab the territory. How did I come to grab the territory!"

"Then what are you here for?"