Become a legend in Hong Kong

Yunlang Town Market.

As the largest trading center in Shili and Baxiang, Yunlang Town is famous for its affluence, with many pedestrians coming and going, and shops and vendors can be seen everywhere.

Recently, there is another scholar who buys tofu. He is elegant and fair. Many girls will go to his stall to buy a bowl of tofu, and then listen to him recite good poetry.

Liao Wenjie followed Cui Hongjian and Shi'er to the town market and lamented that it was no wonder Yan Chixia chose to live in seclusion here, treating her as a pure land in the world and a paradise.

Although it is unclear why Yan Chixia has a family and an apprentice, and is not a homeless person, Liao Wenjie is very convinced that the road to spiritual training this time lies in the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Sixteen words can be used to describe this troubled world where people are living in dire straits.

Above the temple, treacherous ministers are in power, and far away in the rivers and lakes, evil spirits are everywhere.

Because the world is collapsing and people's hearts are corrupted, there are fewer and fewer good people and more and more evil people. The most profitable business on the street is the blacksmith shop. It is common for gangsters to kill people and steal goods. Wanted notices from the yamen are plastered all over the city walls with ease.

If you are eating on the street, it is very likely that while you are eating, a human head will fly over and hit the table, covering the rice with blood on the spot.

More likely, when eating meat buns, you will eat a piece of fingernail.

Liao Wenjie looked at it and found that Yunlang Town was different. Although there were murderers on the streets, in general, the people's customs were simple and simple, and people would not disappear just walking around.

"No, there are no bad people. Where can I go to ask for help..."

He frowned and shook his head. When passing by a gambling house, he stopped and looked inside.

"Brother, what's the point of just looking at the door? It's better to go in and have a good time. I think you are very lucky. You will definitely make a fortune today." The evil man at the door said with a smile. If you don't smile, you will be even uglier. .

"No money."

"It's nothing if you don't have money, get out of here, don't stand here blocking your fortune!"

"I don't have any money now, but I will have it later. To be honest, I am a Taoist priest who makes money by telling people's fortunes."

Liao Wenjie said with a serious face: "This hero, we are destined to meet each other. I will give you a fortune at 50% off. Marriage, future, wealth, misfortune, good and bad luck, what do you think?"

"I don't count as anything, get out of here, or you'll beat me..."

The evil man waved his hand in disgust, as if to shoo away flies. Halfway through his words, he noticed something was wrong. After realizing it, he became furious: "You brat, you dare to amuse me. If I don't beat the shit out of you today, you will be clean."

"I do not believe."

"MD, stop here, don't run."

Liao Wenjie turned around and ran towards the alley next to the gambling house. The evil man chased him in, shouting curses. After several screams, he crawled out with a bruised nose and face, and tremblingly stretched out his hand towards the gambling house.

"Brother, save me!!"

As soon as the villain yelled, he was grabbed by the hind legs and dragged back to the alley. He grabbed the corner of the wall with both hands and cried so hard that his heart broke.

At the entrance of the gambling house, a few thugs who were watching the excitement were opening the market, betting on how long it would take for the villain to beat the shit out of the pretty boy. As a result, the game ended hastily in the alley before the dealer made a decision, which was really disappointing.

The most important thing is that the one who gets beaten up by Fatty is one of his own.

This is great!

"Brothers, someone is making trouble, so grab the guy."

Four or five people took out sticks and walked into the alley aggressively. Suddenly, the sound of banging and banging was heard, and the screams became louder and louder.

After a while, Liao Wenjie shook the pieces of silver in his hand and walked out of the alley. He walked directly into the gambling house without going anywhere.

If you have money, you can't do whatever you want, but at least you can do something. He is so poor that he can't even say he can do anything. He can only eat tofu for free. The more he thinks about it, the more ashamed he becomes, so he decides to go to a gambling house to pick up some money.

Not just picking up money, but also doing chivalry.

As we all know, he has sworn to be sworn in with gambling and drug addiction, and everything he did today was out of good intentions.

Collecting money, the root of all evils, comes from one body, so that others can do no evil, and the merits are immeasurable.

Ten minutes later, Liao Wenjie walked out of the door with a relaxed and happy face. Behind him, at the entrance of the gambling house, a dozen gamblers with adoring faces chased him out, shouting that the God of Gambling has come to the world.

Where there are admirers, there are naturally greedy ones. A group of people followed Liao Wenjie secretly. They were a little hesitant at first, but when they left the market and came to the mountain road, they blatantly blocked the way.

"Boy, judging from your appearance, you should be new here."

There were eight people in the group, each with a fierce look on his face. The bearded leader said fiercely: "The rules of Yunlang Town are to share half of the money when you meet. Don't let me tell you a second time."

"What, you want half of it from me?"

"You brat, stop pretending to be stupid with me. I saw it just now. You're in trouble!"

"Just you?"

Liao Wenjie glanced up and down at the bearded man and shook his head: "Impossible. Not to mention that I didn't cheat. Even if I did, you wouldn't be able to tell."

"Hmph, uncle, did you see it? Why should I explain it to you?"

The bearded man smiled coldly. Everyone knew what was going on in the gambling house. The banker had lost ten games in a row. It must be Liao Wenjie who was outstanding.

"The rules of Yunlang Town are that you get half of the money when you meet. It is like this today, it will be like this tomorrow, and it will be like this in the future. If you dare to break the rules, you will be killed!"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't take out the money, you won't even be able to keep food money when the brothers take action."

"Hurry up, you're in the wilderness, even if I dig a hole and bury you, no one will know."

"..."

Hearing the low-level threats made by several people without any new ideas, Liao Wenjie shook his head repeatedly. The red threads behind his back spread out in bunches, turned into eight big red hands, and grabbed forward.

"Spider, spider spirit..."

"Don't come over!"

“Ahh————”

After Liao Wenjie left, red threads wrapped around the tree, hanging eight strong men by their hands and feet, and hung them in the air.

Everyone had wounds on their faces and had been fattened into pig heads.

…

A house without a door, a pavilion.

"Master, are you kidding me? Folding this thing is so boring." Shi'er sat in front of the stone table, folding paper cranes.

"I'm asking you to fold, I'm not asking you to do it perfunctory and use some snacks. I teach you how I usually teach you. Convert your energy and spirit into thoughts, and concentrate on the paper crane..."

Yan Chixia clapped her hands and knocked the white paper from Shi'er's hand, and said: "If you are so half-hearted, you will never be able to become a master in your whole life!"

This morning, Shi'er helped Cui Hongjian carry a load to the market. As soon as he returned home, he was caught by Yan Chixia and dragged to the pavilion to practice folding paper cranes.

Shi'er is very interested in dancing with guns and sticks, origami cranes...

Grinding tofu is not fun, but at least grinding tofu can give you exercise.

Shi'er is Yan Chixia's apprentice and half son, Shi'er, Shi'er, the son Yan Chixia picked up from outside. When she first got her, Shi'er was still an infant.

Yan Chixia fed him shit and pee, and his emotional investment had long surpassed the relationship between master and disciple. Therefore, although Shi'er was often so angry that he flew into a rage, he just couldn't bear to beat him.

The only drawback is that Yan Chixia is a new father and is inexperienced, so she cares for Shi'er a little too much.

He didn't say anything, but he was worried about everything in his heart. He was worried that he would be deceived by bad people, worried that he would meet a powerful demon, worried that he would meet a girl with evil intentions...

In Yan Chixia's eyes, Shi'er, who is twenty-five years old, is still a young man. The world is too dangerous and there may be disaster if he is released.

All in all, this old father often worried about gains and losses, fearing that something might happen to his son, so he kept him tightly tied to his side. It was clear that Shi'er was able to take charge of his own business, but he refused to let him go and found various ways to attack Shi'er, letting him know that he was not good enough and would never be able to get out of trouble in this life.

Shier was tortured and very dissatisfied, but he regarded Yan Chixia as his own father and never said anything. Even if Yan Chixia banned him from talking and stopped him from making friends, she would just endure it silently.

"Master, I think I'm already very powerful. I can easily deal with the monsters and ghosts nearby." Shi'er whispered.

"Hmph, what do you think it's useful for? It's up to me."

Yan Chixia snorted disdainfully: "Besides, the monsters and ghosts nearby were all left for you to practice by because your master was too lazy to surrender. Otherwise, you would have been tortured to death by the monsters long ago."

"Ah, you are the master, and everything you say is right."

"Young master, I have a secret formula for you. Please listen carefully..."

Having said this, Yan Chixia stopped silently and turned to look at Liao Wenjie behind her, who looked innocent: "What are you doing standing here? I am teaching Taoism to my disciple!"

"Oh, then I won't stand anymore."

Liao Wenjie nodded and sat down on the stone seat.

"..."x2

The corners of Yan Chixia's eyes twitched, she had never seen such a thick-skinned person.

Shi'er secretly gave Liao Wenjie a thumbs up. As expected of Brother Jie, he could render the master speechless with just a few words. He must learn this skill.

"Shi'er, let me give you a sample. Look carefully."

Yan Chixia glared at Liao Wenjie. Seeing that he had no consciousness, she sighed and recited the mantra, and then folded the paper crane.

He was skilled in the technique and had folded countless folds in his life. He could easily do it with his eyes closed. However, within a few breaths, a lifelike paper crane... flew away from his hand.

"It's so awesome, Master, how can I fold it to make it fly?"

"With your rough temper, I need to fold at least 1,365 paper cranes before I can feel your sincerity."

"so much!?"

"Haha, this is already very little."

Yan Chixia shook her head and saw that Liao Wenjie beside her had no nonsense and had already started to take action. She stood up and slapped Shi'er on the forehead, urging: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? One thousand, three hundred and sixty-five in a row. Don't fold them until they are finished." Stop."

"Ah this..."

"Remember, concentrate on it, and devote yourself to the paper crane."

After saying this, Yan Chixia turned and left, leaving Shi'er with a bitter look on her face.

"Brother Jie, aren't you bored?"

After folding a dozen or so pieces, Shi'er stretched and saw Liao Wenjie on the opposite side quickly folding out hundreds with his eyes closed, and he immediately took a breath of cold air.

This hand speed is so scary.

"Boring, but..."

Liao Wenjie opened his eyes and multitasked, folding the paper crane and saying to Shi'er: "If you don't sweat today, you will bleed tomorrow. If you don't risk your life today, your life will play tricks on you tomorrow. Now you still have a chance to fight, and in the future... I only regret it.”

"Thanks for the advice, Brother Jie."

Shi'er nodded, lowered his head and started folding the paper crane, and never said anything boring.

In the room, Yan Chixia nodded secretly. Perhaps, by adding a companion to Shi'er, he would learn to work harder and harder if there was a comparison.