Fate is immortal

"Boom-"

A copper coin landed on the official road paved with bluestone slabs, made a crisp sound, drew an arc, and rolled to the feet of the two teenagers lying side by side in the corner.

"Two little beggars, the uncle asks you, where will Xia be?"

The half-asleep and half-awake boy was slightly surprised, and barely raised his eyelids.I don't know when there was a boy with a smelly body next to him, as if he had just been fished out of a fish pond.I don't know if his Yintang turned black or he ate shit, but he imitated his appearance and slept on the edge of the courtyard wall.

"You little beggar, you're still pretending to be dead! Tell me, where will Xia be?"

The boy frowned, and reluctantly glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him who was yelling loudly.I saw this man with a short stature, a big belly, wearing a bright red robe, a jade belt around his waist, and a pair of black high boots. His attire was vulgar, like a judge in a temple.

The boy chuckled, stretched his waist, kicked the copper coin aside, turned over, and continued his good sleep.

"Dahongpao" suddenly became furious, his fat face trembled a few times, and it became more colorful than the robe, "You, you, little beggar, you are courting death!"

Hearing the sound of the wind in his ears, the boy did not open his eyes, but turned slightly to one side. "Dahongpao" kicked over, and the toe hit the boy's hip bone.This kick was like kicking on a rock, and he let out a scream from the pain, and staggered a few steps. Thanks to a young man in Tsing Yi who stepped forward to support him, he didn't sit on the ground.

"Dahongpao" screamed repeatedly, and shouted: "Little San, beat this smelly beggar to death, beat him to death!"

The young man responded, stepped forward and kicked twice, but it was like kicking on a stone slab, the shock made his feet hurt, he couldn't help yelling, went back to support "Dahongpao" and said: "Brother, this bitch is so hard, Kicking him can hurt his feet, forget it, there is no need to beg for common sense with him."

"Then beat him with a stick! I don't believe you can't kill this little beggar!"

"Dahongpao" shouted, looking for knives, guns and sticks.But this Qingshi official road is only crowded with people and cars and horses rumbling, where can there be any stones and sticks?For a while, it was just a bluff.And the endless stream of pedestrians didn't even have the interest to take a look at this side.

It was the younger generation who held onto "Dahongpao" and kept persuading him: "Forget it, big brother calm down, I think this little beggar is probably a fool, it's not worth getting so angry with him." He suddenly lowered his voice and said , "Brother, you can't make trouble here. Look at this yard, well, it seems to belong to Wan Yulou..."

Hearing the young man's whisper, Da Hong Pao's face suddenly changed drastically. He looked up at the courtyard in front of him, and immediately extinguished his anger like a deflated ball. With the support of the young man, he hurried away with scolding all the way.

And the two beggar teenagers lying side by side on the ground snored alternately, as if they were sleeping more soundly.

"Liji Steamed Bun Shop, the last basket of steamed buns..."

Whenever this shout sounded, it was the end of the sun. Li Laoshi, who runs a small business, steamed the last basket of steamed buns and was ready to close the stall and go home.

The boy who had been lying in the corner all day turned over and sat up as if awakened by the yell.He was thin and pale, but his eyes were shining brightly, he didn't look like he just woke up.

The young man casually picked up a few copper coins from the ground, crossed the street and threw them at Li Laoshi's shop, bought three steaming steamed buns, took them in his hand, then turned around and turned into the alley.

Although Qingyun City is not too big, the alleys and alleys are criss-crossed and dense like a spider's web.No wonder, it has been constantly refurbished over the decades.The official road in the center of the city is getting wider and wider, like a big river constantly scouring its banks.The houses on both sides of the official road were built and demolished, demolished and rebuilt. The houses were built bigger and bigger, and the houses were built higher and higher, but fewer and fewer people lived there.The houses and alleys are like pebbles by the river, and when the big waves come, they will be washed away without a trace.The back alleys of old houses are getting smaller and narrower, but more and more people live there.

The young man was familiar with the road, and he came to a narrow alley in a short time. Two broken baskets stacked on top of each other was his house.Remove the broken basket and step in. It is the end of a narrow alley, with a few bamboo poles on the top of the head and a layer of rags.Although the ceiling is shabby, it is the only one among the four walls that belongs to my family.

A little fat man was lying on the ground, his clothes were ragged, and his body was covered in filth, but he was sleeping soundly, with a smile on his face.The boy knelt down and shook him awake, and said, "Brother, eat."

A brother called out without any emotion, as if he was calling just an ordinary person's name.The little fat man rolled his eyes, saw the boy, giggled silly, and said: "A Li, you're back..." He sat up, grabbed two steamed buns with each hand and ate them.

The young man didn't talk much, and silently gnawed on the last steamed bun, just full of thoughts, unwilling to eat, and didn't know where his eyes fell.When he came back to his senses, he had only eaten half of the steamed bun in his hand, but the little fat man had already finished eating, and he was looking at him eagerly, giggling.

The boy casually handed over the half steamed bun, turned around and said, "I'm not coming back tonight, so don't run around."

"Ah Li, let's go again..." The little fat man happily chewed half a steamed bun, vaguely not knowing what was being said in his mouth.

…………

A small alley in the south of the city, a simple private house.A burly man with a bearded face put two big leather boots on the case, sat on a crumbling wicker chair, played with a shining stone with one hand, and leaned on his chin with the other, meditating endlessly.

On the waist of the big man, there is a bright brass sign with a big seal character on it - Xia.This person is none other than Gu Yuetian, the bronze medal knight who had appeared in the Xiahui.

The brass medal of the Xiahui is only one step away from the red copper, but this step is so far away.Gu Yuetian has worked hard for ten years, and only in his mid-thirties did he see through it.Now, he is no longer bound by his status as a chivalrous person, wandering between black and white, looking like an old fritter, but living a smooth life.

Now the bronze medal of the Xia Association is always hung in the most conspicuous place by him. It is a shield that he has worked hard for ten years.As long as he can use it, he will never keep it.

Since he has the reputation of being a hero, he would not easily do evil things.It's not that they fear the law or are bound by chivalry, but pure disdain and worthlessness.The cost of being a wicked person is far greater than being a good person on the surface.If there is not enough benefit, a fool will become a villain.After so many years of fighting in the rivers and lakes, he has a way of making a living without doing evil, and without looking at people's faces, that's news.

Gu Yuetian hangs under the name of the Husu Guoxia Association, and the land of several small countries around a hundred miles away can be said to be in his eyes.In the small Qingyun City alone, there are quite a few of his eyes.These people are not well-dressed officials, knights with high martial arts skills, but all kinds of teachings and nine streams.Some are just beggars who come to receive a few copper coins a month, some are hawkers and citizens who are grateful for his help, and some are just gossips.In short, in many inconspicuous places, he can still dig out valuable information.

But this time, the information he secretly captured was gathered together and gradually weaved into a big net.The fish in this net were so big that he was so excited that he would even kill and set fire.If he can win this bet, it is definitely not a matter of glory and wealth. I am afraid that his mediocre life will be rewritten from then on.

"Lingshi, hum..."

This spirit stone seemed to have fallen from the sky, like a hint from the sky to him.However, how to use this stepping stone still needs repeated planning and careful consideration, and it still needs to be confirmed by one person—the mysterious boy who can listen to the news in Wanyu Tower.