The Dangerous Cultivator

Mr. Cen has repeatedly advised Xu Yi to get a job, obtain the fame, and promised that with the talent of Xu Yi, he will surely be able to win the high school gold list. In the future, he will be a prime minister.

However, Xu Yi always used his will in the mountains and rivers to obscure Cen Fuzi.

Two beeps, a voice from the deck, "Master, Mr. Xu, Huaiyang has arrived."

Thirty-six miles west of Huaiyang Ferry is Tokyo City.

Xu Yi stood up and hugged his fist. "Traveling all the way, disturbing for a long time, talking with Brother Cen, it is like a spring breeze, I don't know the dawn is coming."

Master Cen also answered with a fist, "If it ’s not trivial for the tribe, I really want to chat with Brother Xu for three days and three nights, let alone Brother Xu has an address for Brother Cen. When Brother Xu is settled in Tokyo, please also ask Let me write to you. "

Xu Yi responded, Master Cen took him to the deck, and threw icy rain flowers under the dim lights, intertwined with one another, sprinkled on the vast Wu ground, hit him on the face, not feeling wet and cold, but rather refreshing. Zhen.

Although the dawn was approaching, the sky was still dark, and the vast river in front of it followed the towering Chushan Mountain, showing loneliness in the vast night.

After a short while, the awning boat had landed, and Xu Yiyue came ashore, gave a gift to Master Cenzi, and turned away.

After taking more than ten steps, he listened to Master Cen's song and sent him a song. His deep feelings made Xu Yi very moved. He moved his mind and groaned. Puyang's old friends are like memories, a heart of ice is in the jade pot. "

Master Cen froze and stood in the cold light rain, chanting the poem more than ten times, until Xu Yi's figure completely disappeared into the vast night.

Xu Yi's steps were not stale and cold, and the cold rain poured the flesh that had collected all its mana cold. He couldn't help shivering, but there was a warm flame burning deep inside.

He suddenly thought of Qiuwa, of A Li, Xia Zimo, Xue Zihan, Xuan Xuan, and Yu Yinqiu, the warmest passers in life.

"Hundred years of practice was originally a dream. Maybe it was madness."

Xu Yi yelled, strode forward, and the towering Tokyo gate was already in sight.

The five gates are not over, the city gates are still closed, the rain is cold, and the people are cold. If in the past, Xu Yi jumped by, he planned to use the body to experience the state of mind, and he would be honestly shrunk under the city wall. , Looking for a shabby shack to shelter from the rain.

Not long after the city gate was opened, by the side of the city gate, driving a cart, ready to enter the city, selling rice and vegetables, doing breakfast business, selling firewood, transporting wine and oil, carrying game, river fresh, various people, Surrounded by lights, there were also some excitement.

Hungry and thirsty in Xu Yi's belly, he copied copywriting for others along the way, earned a few pieces of silver, and spent his early days. Next to the old man with a stumped nose selling scones, he figured it out, spent three copper plates, and bought three scones.

The cakes taken out of the flaming hearth were exuding an amazing smell of wheat. Xu Yi was an old lady, but never thought that the roughest food could emit such a primitive and tempting aroma.

Holding three hot scones, he seemed to be holding three suns, and the heat permeated the whole body. He took a bite and chewed the cake quickly, warming his mouth quickly, and finally his body was not so cold.

"Come, this sangong, the new soup is so hot, no money."

The old man peeled off the lid of the large clay pot on the side of the stove and mumbled on the small stove, and used the broad-bodied, shallow-bowled earthen bowl to give Xu Yi a strong bowl.

Xu Yi waved his hand, "No, no, the boy has ten copper plates left, and he has to think about this whole day of chewing and wrapping."

The old man grinned, "No money is needed. At first glance, Xianggong is a seed of reading. The hero is in trouble. The little old man is not blind. Xianggong is not a mortal."

Xu Yi held his fist, took the earthen bowl, and sipped it with a small mouthful, hot soup with hot throat, and then the belly was completely swept away.

Three scones with a bowl of spicy soup made him return to the sun completely.

After another half hour, when the morning light spit slightly, a murmur sounded, and the city gate finally opened. At this time, the rain stopped, and the rumbling sounded like a thunderous thunder in front of the city gate, but it was a long-time transportation army. , Qi Qi marched towards the city.

Thinking of the old bowl of spicy soup made by the old man, Xu Yi asked the old man to push him a few times, but the old man refused. He had to stay aside and help the old man to support the plump spicy soup that seemed to fall down at any time. Soup terrine.

After the old man was sent to the ground and helped the old man to support the humble stand, Xu Yi held his fist, and then left.

After walking around Tokyo for a few days, he became more and more desolate. Ten copper plates, only four left, and then mixed, I'm afraid he will be hungry.

Speaking of which, it is not his hard work, copying and writing, he also tried hard to find, there are industry monopolies everywhere, he even changed three places, the stalls, were smashed by three local snakes, he thought Paying protection fees will not work.

As for other livelihoods, such as carrying a large bag on the dock, he really couldn't hold his face.

Finally, on this day, the last copper plate was also replaced by two buns. Like enjoying the beauty of the world, he shoved the buns into silk threads. Each time he waited for the silk thread to melt in his mouth, he was willing to feed. Take a sip.

Until the next morning, he had not eaten three times, and the hunger in his belly easily destroyed his final dignity.

When the sun shone on the bank of the Sanggan River, he got the first sign. On that day, he got seven signs. He was forcibly taken away by the bald foreman for three, and the remaining signs helped him get back two. Ten copper plates.

Xu Yi dragged his exhausted body to the Cao Laosan bun shop on the east side of the pier for the first time. Driven by strong desire, twenty copper plates were replaced with seven thin-skinned meat packs.

When the first mouthful of hot red oil flowed into the throat, Xu Yi found that becoming an immortal and a Buddha was just like that.

All the seven meat buns had only five breaths, and all of them were sent by Xu Yi to the Temple of the Five Zangs. He was so distressed that he was about to cry. He regretted that he had not tasted them carefully.

The seven meat buns did not extinguish the hunger in his belly, but made him hungry. However, he had no choice but to run to the river, drink a river of water, and return to his temporary residence under the root of the south wall.

In the afterglow of the setting sun that has not yet descended the mountain, Xu Yi quickly fell asleep with a layer of straw wrapped around his body.

He has rarely dreamed since he practiced Taoism, and now he has started dreaming again. There are no beauties in the dream, only the big meat buns that are bleached and flowing with oil. He flutters in the bun pile, and laughs with satisfaction.

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