I practice ruthless way

"I don't laugh, it's because I haven't encountered anything funny." Xiao Man stared at Yan Wushu with his dark eyes, and his speech was neither fast nor slow, and he even had a bit of doubt at the end of the sentence, "Or, Ling Guangjun thinks You're being ridiculous, and you want me to laugh?"

Yan Wushu choked on his words, and then laughed: "...the eloquent little Phoenix."

Xiao Man took a sip of the lemonade in his glass and stopped talking.

Compared with Gushan, Guangling City has a warmer climate.A heavy Qingming rain in early April has passed, the earth has warmed up, and the pedestrians who go out on the street wear light clothes.

Xiao Man's position happened to be able to see the street, and it was clear at a glance who was passing by the door of the restaurant.

A Taoist holding a dust whisk stepped into the room, whose realm was at least in the middle of the Taixuan realm.He lowered his eyes and scanned the store, and when he saw something, he smiled.

"Isn't this Ling Guangjun?" He walked to Xiao Man and Yan Wushu's table, "Meeting at this time, does it mean that you will lead the team for Gushan to participate in the Guangling Examination?"

Yan Wushu raised his hand and made a "please sit down" gesture, and said the same with a smile: "It seems that Liu Yuejun has received the same task."

The Taoist nodded, sat down at the table, looked at Xiao Man, and asked, "I wonder if this fellow Taoist is..."

"He is Xiao Man." Yan Wushu said.With his introduction like this, it is obvious that this Taoist has some understanding of the events of the year.

Sure enough, the Taoist cupped his hands and saluted, "So it's Your Highness."

Yan Wushu said to Xiao Man: "This is Jin Tian Nan of the Beidou School, and people in the world call him Liu Yuejun."

Xiao Man nodded slightly in return.

Jin Tiannan bought a glass of lemonade for himself, and recounted the past with Yan Wushu, "Mr. Ling Guang will come to this restaurant, and I think his preferences have not changed."

"You are different?" Yan Wushu asked back.

"Not really, not really, I'm tired of the fried beef here, and I've fallen in love with their fish soup recently." Jin Tiannan shook his head, then turned to Xiao Man, and asked: "I've heard something about Gushan, Your Highness Will you take the Guangling test?"

"Yes." Xiao Manping replied flatly.

Jin Tiannan said with a smile: "Our two factions are rivals, so I don't wish Your Highness a prosperous martial arts."

Xiao Man didn't speak.

At this moment, the store served a dish, which was bright in color, red and green, like red pepper shreds and green pepper shreds, with some white meat in between. Xiao Man had a keen sense of smell, and could smell a little fishy smell.

Yan Wushu took out the bamboo chopsticks and handed them to Xiao Man, saying, "Try this."

Xiao Man didn't move, and asked, "What is this?"

The shopkeeper was memorizing all the dishes of Tian Nanjia, and he introduced them earnestly: "Guest officer, this dish is called Spicy Fresh Clams, which is our specialty! It is made with home-grown clams, which are guaranteed to be clean and fresh. Remove the shells , In addition to the sand, fry a piece, and then mix, the taste is extremely fresh and tender!"

Yan Wushu was worried that Xiao Man would dislike the word "spicy" when he heard the word "spicy", and said, "Guangling is not the land of Jingchu and Bashu. The peppers here are not only not spicy, but also slightly sweet. You can try it."

Xiao Man still didn't move his chopsticks after hearing this.

Jin Tiannan looked at the two of them with great interest, when Xiao Man suddenly turned his gaze to the street.

A group of people passed by the restaurant, all wearing light blue Taoist robes.Walking in the front is a man, holding a piano in his hand, tall and handsome, his brows are slightly frowned, showing a bit of indifference and compassion.He covered his eyes with white satin, but it didn't hurt his temperament too much, on the contrary, it added a bit of mystery, which made people yearn for it.

"That's the man from Medicine Valley." Jin Tiannan turned to look at him, and explained to Xiao Man, "Hiding his eyes with white satin, he should be the Biebei Tower who studied under the 'Holy Hand' Jiang Qingting and was known as the 'Little Holy Hand' .”

Xiao Man was not curious about which faction those people belonged to, but just happened to pass by and was seen by him, but he still said "um" to show his understanding, then put down his bamboo chopsticks, and stood up with a flick of his sleeves: "I'm going to Bailuzhou .”

What he said was just an announcement, not a discussion. After saying that, he turned around, crossed the threshold of the restaurant, and walked onto the street.

"Little Phoenix?" Yan Wushu was startled and hurriedly chased him out.

There were only three people sitting at the square table, but Tiannan was the only one left. After witnessing the situation just now, he picked up a clam and put it in his mouth. Strange."

Immediately afterwards, something was wrong again, "Wait, in this way, don't they ask me to pay for the dishes they ordered?"

Xiao Man didn't know where Bailuzhou was, but he only knew that there was such a place in Guangling City, which was the lodging place arranged by the Guangling trial organizer for the various sects.

But he didn't hesitate, since he didn't know, he just chose a direction at will.

The sunlight in Guangling City is very light, but it is extremely warm when it falls on the body. The streets are bustling with people, and there are endless noises. Occasionally, children can be heard crying, probably lost with their parents.

These voices could not go to Xiao Man's heart, he walked here, only felt that the crowd was far away from him.

He was walking forward, and suddenly he saw a black object falling from the sky, hitting his head impartially.He wanted to dodge immediately, but in a blink of an eye, a hand quickly passed him, stretched out from the side, and pulled him to the side of the road.

At this moment, the black shadow fell to the ground with a bang.

It was a person, described as extremely embarrassed, as if he had been beaten by someone, curled up on the ground, howling unceasingly.

Pedestrians on the street were not surprised.In the tea shop next to Xiao Man, a man was eating melon seeds and said, "This is the No. 20 eight that flew out from the street today, right?"

The person opposite him said: "If you want me to say, No. 16 still has a beautiful posture, but it's a pity that he fell on his face when he landed."

"Which sect is that boy? He can fight so well!" said the melon seed eater again, "I think I can directly win the leader of this Guangling test!"

"Every Guangling test, there will be such a group of cultivators who 'discuss' on the street in Guangling City. Most of them are people from small sects, or casual cultivators. They hope to show their skills through such actions and be favored by big sects." Xiao Xiao It was Yan Wushu who Man pulled away from the road, he saw Xiao Man looking at the man on the ground, and explained in a low voice.

Xiao Man said "Oh" and continued walking.

Soon, I saw the young man mentioned by the chatter, standing in the street, wearing a slightly worn-out clothes, with a plain knife on his shoulder, wiping the sweat with his free hand, and smilingly said to the crowd: "Who is next?" ?”

Immediately someone rushed up and announced his name loudly.

Xiao Man's attention was on the young man's knife, the connection between the blade and the handle was somewhat mysterious, it must have used some kind of special technique, which allowed him to exert [-]% of the power to [-]%.

"The inside of this knife is empty." Xiao Man looked at it for a while, and told the clue.

His voice was very soft, and the young man who was focused on his opponent shouldn't have heard it, but when he slashed, he raised his eyes and glanced at the speaker.

But Xiao Man had already turned around, no longer watched him fight with him, and continued to walk his own way.

Xiao Man walked very fast at first, and reached the intersection in the blink of an eye.When it was time to choose a path again, he remembered the reason why Shen Juan asked him to come to the world.

It is to see the world of mortals and then forget the world of mortals; it is to have love before you can forget it.Xiao Man was not a heartless person before, he had feelings for heaven and earth, flowers and birds, and people around him, so there is no need to comprehend the latter, and what he has to do now is to see the world of mortals.

At this moment, this body is already in the world of mortals, so I gradually slow down to listen and feel.

He passed peddlers selling rouge jewelry along the street, passed by the stalls filled with miscellaneous books, story books, and small items, and passed by barefoot children who were shouting and playing.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, suddenly, a familiar voice came to my ears.

The voice shouted:

"Passing by, don't miss it, the best weapons produced by Gushan, buy three get one free!"

"Buy three and get one free, buy three and get one free! Two taels of silver for one, buy three and get one free! Two taels of silver, you can't get a loss if you buy it, you can't be fooled!"

Xiao Man recognized who it was, raised his eyebrows slightly, and stopped.

It was Qu Hanxing who was peddling, changing his words from sentence to sentence. He set up a stall in front of him under the green wall diagonally opposite, with all kinds of swords, guns and bows on display.Mo Juntian was standing in front of the stall, shaking a bamboo pole with one hand, a flag was hung on the top, and three characters were written on it: "Sell weapons".

The two worked so hard, but no one stepped forward to buy.

Yan Wushu, who had been following Xiao Man's side all the time, was amused to laugh out loud, and pulled him over.

Qu Hanxing was stepping on a bamboo stool with his hands in the shape of a trumpet. He had just said half of a sentence "made in Gushan, it must be a high-quality product", when he saw Yan Wushu, he immediately turned into a chicken with its neck strangled, and the remaining half of the sentence was strangled in his throat middle.

"Master!" Qu Hanxing froze in place for a very short time, immediately corrected his posture, and bowed his hands.

Mo Juntian put away the bamboo pole, and performed the same salute: "Master Yan Peak."

Yan Wushu approached their stall slowly, glanced down at the weapons and soldiers on the stall, and asked with a smile, "Are you selling weapons?"

"Make some extra money." Qu Hanxing rubbed his hands embarrassingly, his face full of eagerness to please, "Master, just make allowances this time, and I won't do it in the future, okay?"

While talking, this person winked at Xiao Man, causing Yan Wushu to snort: "Did I say no? There is a gate rule in Gushan that says you are not allowed to set up a stall outside?"

Qu Hanxing understood what he meant, his smile became sincere, and he arched his hands a few more times, "Thank you, Master!"

But he was not in a hurry to go back to the stool and shout at the passers-by on the street, but took out something from the Qiankun ring, held it in both hands, and presented it to Yan Wushu:

"Master, this is the egg roll I just bought on Dongmian Street. It's sweet and crispy. Please use it."

This guy showed great courtesy to his master, Mo Juntian called Xiao Man, pulled him behind the stand, and asked: "Can you stand here?"

"Huh?" Xiao Man didn't understand why.

"A lot of people are looking at you. If you were here, our business would be much better." Mo Juntian stuffed one of the bamboo poles with flags into Xiao Man's hands, and looked into his eyes seriously, "It's good money." You get [-]% of the money."

Xiao Man glanced at the weapons on the stand, they were actually of good quality, but they were not very sophisticated, most likely they were made by Mo Juntian himself in these years.He knew that Mo Juntian was not rich in money, so he nodded.

Xiao Man stood behind the stall like a stake, and the business really improved. After a while, the stall was crowded, and Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian couldn't greet them at all.

Yan Wushu leaned against the green wall, looked at Xiao Manruzhu's back, stretched out his hand and grasped it vaguely.

The sun slowly climbed to the sky, and half of the goods on the stall were sold out. Song Ci came to this street and saw Xiao Man standing behind the stall holding a flag from a distance, while Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian were busy selling weapons, and he couldn't help saying angrily: "Junior Brother Qu! Uncle Mo! How can you let your little uncle do such a thing! You have no good intentions!"

——Yan Wushu held back his breath, but he didn't notice it.

Song Ci rushed over like the wind, snatched the bamboo pole from Xiao Man's hand, snatched the bamboo stool from Qu Hanxing, wiped it again and again, and put it behind Xiao Man, with a pleasant smile: "Little master uncle, I will come and I will come." ,please sit down."

He cast a small magic spell, let the bamboo pole stand behind the stall, and then returned to Xiao Man, and took out a paper bag as if offering a treasure: "Little Master Uncle, this is the hawthorn cake I bought from West Street. Didn't you have a bad appetite before? This appetizer."

Xiao Man looked at the paper bag, thinking of seeing Hong Chen, he stretched out his hand to accept it: "Thank you."

Song Ci smiled, a little shy, but before he could say anything, Qu Hanxing pulled him over: "Senior Brother Song, come and help me, I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"

He was unwilling in every way, and turned to look at Xiao Man, but Xiao Man waved at him.

So Song Ci joined the team selling weapons, and together, the three of them sold in full swing.

Xiao Man sat on the bamboo stool, unfolded the paper bag, picked up a piece of cake, and took a small bite.

Sweet and sour, delicate in the mouth, it can be regarded as the top grade of cakes.

However, he only ate one piece, and held the rest in his hands without moving.

"Uncle Master, is the hawthorn cake delicious?" Yan Wushu left the blue wall that had been leaning against for a long time like a shadow floating out of the wall, came to Xiao Man's side, and asked quietly.

Xiao Man replied: "It's okay."

Yan Wushu leaned towards him: "Then do you want to eat something else?"

"No need." Xiao Man refused flatly, and moved even more neatly.

"Little Master Uncle, I feel very cold." Yan Wushu retreated to the wall, covering his heart with his hands, his tone very hurt.

Xiao Man turned his head to look at him: "Are you free?"

This is what Yan Wushu asked Qu Hanxing that day, Yan Wushu stopped pretending, put down his hands, and replied: "It's okay."

Receiving this answer, Xiao Man swiped his sword, and pushed another bamboo pole that no one was lifting and standing against the wall into Yan Wushu's hands.

It's self-evident what you want him to do.

Xiao Man left Qu Hanxing and Mo Juntian's weapon stand and continued to walk in Guangling City. Naturally, Yan Wushu would not stay there anymore.

He was at Xiao Man's side, but he didn't expect to receive a voice transmission on the way, saying that the organizer of the Guangling Examination will draw lots to arrange tomorrow's competition. To ensure fairness, teachers from all schools and sects are invited to have a look.

Yan Wushu told Xiao Man and told him how to get to Bailuzhou before leaving.

Xiao Man walked for a while, stood still among the crowd, raised his eyes to look at the vast sea of ​​people, raised his gaze, and followed the birds across the sky.

The sun is bright, the clouds are clear and white, the wind carries the fragrance of vegetation and flowers, and the smell of all kinds of food. There are many tourists in the streets and alleys, and words converge into a sea.

But he can only feel them themselves—these things can't enter his heart, and he can't make any feelings.

In the east of Guangling City, a very famous trading house.

The guy was sitting on the platform trying to settle accounts, when he heard the sound of a wind chime, someone came in through the curtain.He hurriedly raised his head, and what he was about to say was a welcome sentence, but when he saw the appearance of this person, it changed into something else:

"Young master, you are here."

The clerk came out from behind the platform and saluted this person respectfully.

The person who came was Wei Chuyun. He received news from his family on the cloud boat, and came here as soon as he arrived in Guangling City.Hearing this, he nodded to the buddy: "Thanks for your hard work."

"A matter of duty." The clerk took out a few thick books from the Qiankun Ring and handed them to Wei Chuyun: "This is what the Lord ordered his subordinates to sort out for you, some old events in the clan in recent years, and needs. Things you learn to handle."

"I'll read it as soon as possible."

Wei Chuyun took the booklet and was about to leave, but the clerk stopped him: "The lord asks you to read and finish processing today." He said this with an apology: "The time is a bit harsh, but the lord also hopes You can grow up as soon as possible and take over our Wei family."

"I understand." Wei Chuyun lowered his eyes and glanced at the things in his hand, speaking steadily.

The clerk led him to the back, pushed open the door of the study, and invited him in: "I don't want to disturb you, my subordinate will leave." After speaking, he went back to the front hall.

"Wait." Wei Chuyun called to stop him: "Help me find out the relationship between Yan Wushu, the master of Xueyi Peak in Gushan Mountain, and Xiao Man in Tingyun Peak."

"Xiao Man? Is that your friend?" The guy had heard about Wei Chuyun's friends in the sect.

"That's right." Wei Chuyun nodded.

The clerk gave him a salute: "It's always difficult to find out the affairs of the master of Xueyi Peak, please give me some time."

Wei Chuyun gave a time limit: "Half a day."

"Thank you, young master."

The man left the study, and Wei Chuyun sat behind the desk and began to look at the things he gave him.

The clear and bright sunlight fell into the room from the propped-up window, and spread among the ink marks on the paper. Wei Chuyun concentrated on turning pages one by one, occasionally drawing notes with a pen, and flipping through them very quickly.

What he wanted to check didn't make him wait too long. After making an appointment for a cup of tea, there was a knock on the door: "Young master, there is news."

Wei Chuyun said "Enter".

The clerk said: "One of my subordinates has a friend who belongs to Zhaxingke. He happened to know some inside information, so I asked about it just now."

"Say."

"13 years ago, Yan Wushu, the master of Xueyi Peak, brought back a person from the Jokhang Temple. The person's surname was Xiao Mingman, he was wearing white clothes, and there was always a string of bodhi beads on his wrist. The reason he was brought back to Gushan was..." Looking up at Wei Chuyun, his voice gradually softened, "He belongs to Peak Master Yan."

Wei Chuyun frowned: "?"

The clerk said: "Back then, Wudao in the far east passed a decree to the Jokhang Temple, and the heavens ordered them to marry."

"Really?" Wei Chuyun didn't believe it. Since when did Tiandao become a matchmaker?

"Everyone in Gushan knows about this," said the man.

The study was silent for a long time, Wei Chuyun put down the book, thought about the past, and said in a low voice: "So that's how it is."

"Young Master, why do you want to ask about this?" The man was a little curious.

Wei Chuyun didn't answer, and turned his head to glance at the sky outside the window.

Naturally, he intends to help Yan Wushu change his life.