Prostitution

A tiny town within the ten thousand li border of the Great Qi Dynasty.

The folk customs are simple and honest, and the road does not pick up lost things.

In the lively market, there is an endless stream of people rushing to the market.

Among the roadside vendors, there was a man dressed in ordinary clothes, but his appearance was a little different, and his right eye was disabled.

That's right, it was Wen Wuyu himself.

What is sold... It's hard to describe.

"Flick my body often, reflect three times a day, sweep away the dust, and stay auspicious forever..."

Wen Wuyu sat down on a short saddle, with his knees reaching to his chin, and he sang and peddled numbly among the vendors.

A pile of hemp and bamboo poles in front of him made an extremely perfunctory whisk.

People passing by occasionally looked sideways, but no one stopped for a moment.It only sells for two cents a handful, but the business is still very bleak.

However, the audience of this business is small, and it is often favored by old women in their fifties and sixties.

But he was not down to the point of living in poverty, but he really had to plan for his family, and he had to eat even if he devoted himself to practice. There were no three meals and two meals. No matter how he lived by craftsmanship, he was not ashamed, so he had been happy for a year.

The way is that he almost emptied Xiankeju five years ago, and after going to the capital, he suddenly appeared in front of Wenqu two years later.

Wen Qu was told by Xie Wancheng earlier that his master had died in a fire, and he almost lost his breath by crying.

After finally being strong and revitalizing Xiankeju, life is just like this.

Unexpectedly, the master came back from the dead and almost frightened him to death.Fortunately, the kindness of saving his life was so great that he couldn't run away in this life. Wen Qu accepted his fate, so he didn't want to give him a good beating, but he expressed his condolences with tears in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, on the second day, Wen Wuyu took the banknotes and ran away again.

Before leaving, I strongly advise not to tell anyone that he is still alive, including Xie Wancheng.

It never occurred to him that if Wen Qu was reliable, boars could give birth to piglets, so he turned around and chatted with Xie Wancheng that he had missed the point.

As a result, two years later, Wen Wuyu went back to Xiankeju to get the ticket again, and was almost blocked by Xie Wancheng.He could only leave in a hurry with a few ingots of silver.

I don't know when this day will end.It's not that Baiyun Temple can't go back, it's just that it's so mundane today, and it's shameless to see the master.

There was a black shadow in front of Huangshen's Kung Fu booth.

Wen Wuyu looked up, not surprised, and called flatly, "Senior brother."

Xie Wancheng stared at him blankly, dropped a silver ingot, "I bought them all."

"Okay, then close the stall." Wen Wuyu got up and packed up.

Xie Wancheng stared at him as if he was afraid that he would disappear suddenly, and his tone was really cruel, "If you run again, believe it or not, I will break your leg."

"Xin, let's go." Wen Wuyu finished packing quickly, threw a big burden over his shoulders, and did not forget to carry the small and poor saddle.

Xie Wancheng knew that he was still alive, which meant that someone probably knew about it too.There is no point in hiding.

Xie Wancheng was only angry for a while because of the hard work of finding someone, and after the angry words were thrown out, he naturally calmed down.Can Wen Wuyu be blamed for staging a fake death scene without telling him? Wasn't he the one who leaked his whereabouts last time, and this time is no exception.

The residence is a thatched hut by the river, which can shelter from the wind and rain, and can neither freeze nor heat.The decorations are casual, very simple.

"What happened to the poison?"

Wen Wuyu drank a glass of water to quench his thirst before he asked, "Which one?"

Xie Wancheng sighed heavily. He only came here for one purpose, to persuade people to go back, "It's been five years, and he's still crazy. Wouldn't he heal himself? How much did you use for him?"

"A whole bottle." Wen Wuyu replied calmly.

Xie Wancheng was taken aback, "How many years will it take?!"

Wen Wuyu twitched his brows and squinted at him, "Brother, why do you care about this? You are the one who asked me to kill him." After saying that, he kept laughing in a low voice, full of teasing, "It's a sad relationship. Brother, tsk , the road to love is bumpy, sorry~"

Xie Wancheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said sarcastically, "It seems that you are not. Otherwise, he would be stupid, why are you hiding. Speaking of which, the poison you gave him, was it love and obsession?"

"Yeah," Wen Wuyu said, with the corner of his mouth twitching, "It's just that I asked Zhang Daxian to add something else. And I'm not hiding, I'm watching the aftermath. This poison will start to heal itself after five years , is different from the original Feng Qing Chi Tang, after self-healing, he will forget his past."

Xie Wancheng rolled his eyes at him, "I think you were cheated, he didn't show any signs of recovery, instead he became a fool, a fool who never forgets someone."

Wen Wuyu frowned, "Impossible."

Xie Wancheng snorted, "It's impossible, if you go back and meet with me, everything will be clear."

Wen Wuyu turned his body sideways, did not speak, and expressed resistance.

Xie Wancheng smiled and said, "When are you wandering around like this? He was stupid for ten years and you hid for ten years? Speaking of which, you have been entangled with him for ten years, and you plan to spend the rest of your life. Haven't you seen , a man in his thirties, who wanders the streets all day long, with that crazy look, others shy away when they see him, think about how cold he is."

The meaning of this remark was his fault, Wen Wuyu glanced at it lightly, "Really, this is the moment, this is the second time, for the sake of Lian Qi, senior brother has betrayed his own senior brother."

Xie Wancheng was not ashamed, and smiled shyly, "Why don't you go and see him? If he doesn't recognize you, you don't have to hide anymore."

"What if he recognizes it?" Wen Wuyu turned around and asked.

Xie Wancheng met his gaze and said with emotion, "If he recognizes you, it proves that he loves you so deeply that even God can't bear to separate you."

"Fart." Wen Wuyu raised his voice unconsciously, and looked away.

Xie Wancheng chuckled, "Thousands of calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. You really have no feelings for him, so what are you afraid of?"

Wen Wuyu said flatly, "I'm afraid of trouble."

At any rate, Wen Wuyu listened to Xie Wancheng's persuasion, and after all kinds of considerations, finally went.

This day, the thick fog was like rain, and the sleeves of the shirt were wet for a while, thick as satin, filling the world.

Until it was three poles high in the sun, the mist was still shrouded in fog, and no one could be seen fifty paces away.

Wen Wuyu waited under an old tree for a quarter of an hour, his hair was covered with tiny drops of water.

Indistinctly, three people came forward, one in front, two behind.

When they could vaguely see their faces, they stopped in their tracks.

Yuan Cheng was stunned, then took a few steps forward, paused, and looked at him.

A smile is not a smile, neither crazy nor bumpy.

With just one glance, Wen Wuyu wanted to leave.

The light in that person's eyes was so familiar, and the glance at each other from a distance above the lofty pavilion, bypassing ten years of time, picking out the grievances and enmities, went round and round again as before.