Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 3 Master, people are always tender
In the eyes of his neighbors, old man Cao is not a person.It was not easy for Mo Wentian to beg, but the old man Cao used the money to get drunk, and he didn't even give him a full meal.What made them even more helpless was that they even snatched the food they gave Mo Wentian to eat.

As time passed, they couldn't afford to give Mo Wentian food.Only when the old man Cao is not around, give the food to Mo Wentian for him to eat. If he takes it back, the old man Cao will snatch it away.

This is not groundless, but they have witnessed it with their own eyes.They were able to snatch Mo Wentian's food in front of them. They came over to discuss it, but they were beaten up by old man Cao.Even if the city management comes, it doesn't work, old man Cao can beat him anyway.

Back to the original story, Mo Wentian at this time, after saying goodbye to Aunt Liu and Uncle Liu, walked towards the city gate.When passing by other stalls, these neighbors greeted him, and he responded one by one.

"Xiao Wentian, did you come so early today?"

Mo Wentian came to the gate of the city, and the city guard greeted him.

"Brother Wang, morning, I woke up early today, so I came here early." Mo Wentian said.

"I see. Did you have breakfast?" Brother Wang asked.

"I've already eaten. Aunt Liu invited me to eat." Mo Wentian's words stunned Brother Wang who was secretly stuffing the steamed buns.

"Thank you." Mo Wentian took the steamed bun.Brother Wang was stunned again, but he felt better in his heart. Brother Wang said, "Xiao Wentian, you haven't eaten for several days, right? Old Cao follows you every day. I don't even dare to give you anything to eat. We all Don't like him."

Mo Wentian smiled, and said to himself, "Don't say you don't like him, even I don't like him, I understand, I understand, I understand."

"Xiao Wentian, hurry up and eat. It hurts me to see you so thin. Brother Wang's salary is not high, but he can still treat you to a meal. If old man Cao is not here..." Brother Wang didn't continue. Because they didn't know when the old man Cao would appear, and he appeared like a ghost.

"Thank you, Brother Wang." Mo Wentian quickly thanked him, he knew in his heart that these people helped him out of kindness and did not expect anything in return.But he remembered these kindnesses, and when he became a soul master, he would repay them one by one.The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by the spring, and how could he forget the virtues passed down from his ancestors.

Brother Wang returned to his post, Mo Wentian sat down by the city gate, put the cards forward, and the day's begging began.

Who would want to be a beggar if it wasn't for being young, lacking strength, and having hands and feet?

God gave him the opportunity to travel through time, and also gave him a new life, but forgot to give him a good environment.

However, he didn't think much about it. Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory. Only by being content can you always be happy. The future is uncertain, and you still need to work hard.

Mo Wentian has the direction to work hard and the motivation to live, but he has no motivation to beg.Everyone knew that it was useless to give money to Mo Wentian, so they naturally wouldn't take advantage of Old Man Cao.Because old man Cao is a bottomless pit, they would rather secretly give Mo Wentian food than give him money to harm him.

"Dang!"

Mo Wentian, who was dozing off, moved his ears, as if someone gave him alms?Who is the one?
Mo Wentian immediately opened his eyes and raised his head. The sun was a bit glaring, so he stretched out his hand to block the light.The white light was reflected in the bowl, he subconsciously looked at it, his heart skipped a beat, it turned out to be three silver soul coins.

"Wait, wait." Mo Wentian called to stop the kind-hearted man, he quickly picked up the Silver Soul Coin and ran towards him.

The man turned around and looked at Mo Wentian, with a little suspicion in his calm eyes, wanting to see what the child was going to say.

Mo Wentian chased after him, and when he was about to speak, he couldn't help being startled. The image of this person in front of him was simple but impressive, and he stood out even more in the crowd at first glance.

The clothes and hairstyle are not cumbersome at all, the bearded face slightly represents the vicissitudes of life, and the eyes are deep and full of wisdom. It is impossible to identify that the other party is Yu Xiaogang, the master of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City.

Mo Wentian never expected that in such a scene, he would meet the legendary Yu Xiaogang. He is the teacher of Tang San, the protagonist of the Douluo Continent. A legend who is theoretically invincible.

Mo Wentian couldn't say what he said.That's right, when facing Yu Xiaogang, he was nervous.Just like a bad student seeing the teacher, he groaned for a long time, not knowing what to say.

"Is there something wrong?" Yu Xiaogang waited for a while, but Mo Wentian still didn't speak, so he could only ask a question.

"Oh, oh... um." Mo Wentian's reaction made Yu Xiaogang feel amused, "Son, don't worry, speak slowly."

Yu Xiaogang's words were like magic, Mo Wentian was not so nervous anymore, he stretched out his hand and said, "Uncle, I can't ask for your money."

Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Mo Wentian to say such a thing, and asked, "Why?"

Mo Wentian said, "Too much money."

He also said in his heart: "Three silver soul coins, I'm afraid it's all the money on your body?!"

Yu Xiaogang glanced at Mo Wentian, then at his open little hand, "Well, it's noon now, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Mo Wentian shook his head consciously, Yu Xiaogang continued: "Uncle hasn't eaten yet, can you treat uncle to dinner?"

Mo Wentian said, "I have no money."

Yu Xiaogang pointed to his hand and said, "No, you have money."

Mo Wentian stayed there in a daze, wondering why Yu Xiaogang wanted to test him, this money was not his own, this money... wait, this money...

Mo Wentian came to his senses, nodded, and said, "Uncle, I invite you."

Yu Xiaogang smiled and patted Mo Wentian's head, pointed to the noodle stall by the side of the road, and said, "Let's eat a big bowl of wide noodles at the stall over there."

Mo Wentian glanced at it, one silver soul coin can eat two large bowls of wide noodles, he said embarrassedly: "Uncle, I will take you to eat delicious food, I have money."

Yu Xiaogang smiled: "Uncle, thank you for your kindness, but uncle can't be too greedy. If you eat something, it's already very good. If you let a child treat you to dinner, if you say it, uncle will be laughed out of his teeth."

Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, Yu Xiaogang had already walked towards the noodle stall, Mo Wentian caught up with him in three steps and two steps, and asked, "Uncle, are you a person who cares about face?"

Yu Xiaogang didn't answer, but asked instead: "What about you? Are you a person who cares about face?"

Mo Wentian said without even thinking, "Can face be eaten?"

Yu Xiaogang shook his head: "Of course not."

Mo Wentian asked: "Since you can't eat it, is face really important?"

Yu Xiaogang replied: "It's not important! But, people are always tender."

Mo Wentian nodded, "Yeah, people are always coquettish, if you let go of face, you can have a full meal, isn't it delicious? It's delicious!"

Yu Xiaogang was stunned, always feeling that the child in front of him had suffered more than usual, and moreover, he still had a familiar feeling.

(End of this chapter)