Feng Shui Master of Fast Travel

cold.

This is the only feeling Qiao Guanglan has after coming to the new world.

He opened his eyes and found that it was really winter here, the surroundings were covered with white clothes, and he was standing in the snow that barely reached his calf in thin clothes.There were two or three pedestrians around, all wearing wide-sleeved robes and cloud boots, and carriages passed by from time to time on the road, and the curtains embroidered with complicated patterns fluttered slightly in the wind.

Yesterday's flourishing age is vividly presented before our eyes.

This is an ancient world.

Such a magnificent scene, but anyone who sees it for the first time will feel fascinated and dizzy, but Qiao Guanglan is not in the mood to pay attention to these things for the time being - he has two cloth shoes under his feet, a single shirt on his body, an empty stomach, and two eyes. Fahua, it is reasonable to suspect that the original owner either died of freezing or starvation.

Qiao Guanglan wrapped up the clothes on her body. Although the single clothes were old and flimsy, they were smooth to the touch. They seemed to be made of good material. The buttons seemed to be made of jade... but there was only one left.

He had rich experience in begging for life, so he began to consider the possibility of taking the jade button off and taking it to the pawn shop to exchange for some money.

Qiao Guanglan struggled while thinking, and stepped out of the snow pit. Just when he stood on the slightly dry side of the road, he heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Those horses sounded like good horses, and the sound came from far to near, and came in a flash. When passing by Qiao Guanglan, the horse's leg stepped on the mud puddle, which just splashed the muddy water on his head and face.

Qiao Guanglan: "..."

"Shut up!"

The man on the horse took the rein with one hand, stopped instantly, tore off a purse from his waist, flung it casually, and threw it into Qiao Guanglan's arms, saying briefly, "Money for clothes."

Before Qiao Guanglan could react, there was a bag of silver in his arms, and it hurt him a lot: "..."

Your uncle's!

The young man on the horse didn't say much to him. He had already left as soon as he picked up the reins, but suddenly felt a wind behind him, and several servants behind him exclaimed: "There are assassins! Be careful, my lord! Protect... my lord!"

He suddenly turned around, raised his hand to copy it, and the money bag he just threw out had already been thrown back into his hand, and there was another sentence as a gift: "Look at your short-lived face, I'd better keep this little money and go back to buy paper money." Burn it."

The faces of the attendants around him were so frightened that the people on the horse raised their brows, lowered their heads slightly, and looked condescendingly on the face of the person who spoke rudely.

The person who threw him just now lifted his sleeves and wiped the muddy water on his face, revealing his true colors.

Sword eyebrows flying slantingly, phoenix eyes long and narrow, nose like hanging gallbladder, lips like red vermilion, this is actually a rare and handsome young man, there is a bit of familiarity in the delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Immediately, the rich young man in the wide-sleeved robe was in a trance, and soon came back to his senses. Holding the purse in his hand, he said coldly, "You don't want it?"

Qiao Guanglan sneered.

The young man was still staring at him, and with a wave of his left hand, the money bag was opened, and the broken silver pieces in it were scattered to the surrounding crowd.

Those who will watch this kind of excitement are ordinary people with relish. Seeing a nobleman suddenly distributing their wealth, the crowd immediately became excited, and they no longer cared about watching, they rushed forward and started rushing to pick up money.

The man loosened his fingers, and the empty money bag fell to Qiao Guanglan's feet. He laughed and said, "If you have money, don't want it, idiot."

Qiao Guanglan: "..."

Originally, I didn't want to have the same knowledge as him, but it's a bit too much to be so cheap.