Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

Qinghe City was large, a melting pot of all sorts of people, good and evil, with opium dens filled with smoke all day long, and brothels packed with customers day and night, filled with moans of pleasure.

But for some, Qinghe City was very small.

So small that there was almost no place to stand.

The vast majority here were Jianghu travelers, fighting and killing for treasures in the mountains and benefits on the land, desires expanding, raping and defiling.

The bottom class in Jianghu were not willing to always be at the bottom, and would come here to try their luck, but luck was not so easy to come by.

Here, ordinary people had to be beasts of burden, and besides being worked to death, they were easily killed, while the bottom class of Jianghu were miserable, not beasts of burden, but cannon fodder.

People died in Qinghe City every day, and nine out of ten were such cannon fodder.

If you were not willing to be cannon fodder, then survival was difficult, with no fixed place to live.

Now, in the place where Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were eating rice wine eggs, there were many such people.

This street was lined with many dilapidated shacks, and many people in ragged clothes were huddled there, looking like beggars.

But these people were not beggars, but Jianghu people.

From their hands and feet, it could be seen that many people had practiced martial arts.

It's just that in this city where Jianghu travelers were highly competitive, they were not much better off than beggars.

"Brother Wang, the dock needs people to unload goods, are you going? Carrying 40,000 catties of goods gets you half a catty of meat."

"Didn't it used to be two catties of meat for 40,000 catties of goods?"

"There's no way, if you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will. In this Qinghe City, big guys who can't afford to eat, martial artists who practice body refinement are all fighting for work."

"Are you even letting people live? I might as well wait for a chance to be a hired thug."

"Brother Wang, being a hired thug in other places is just for show, and they even provide meals, but being a hired thug here is deadly. Are you going or not? If you're not going, I'm leaving."

"Damn it, I'll do it! After I'm done, I'll go gamble, it would be great if I could win more!"

"These days are really damn hard."

This was just a fragment of the Jianghu travelers on this street, but it was also a microcosm.

Those Jianghu travelers who fantasized about getting a divine skill and becoming famous in one fell swoop, but could only work odd jobs and wait for opportunities, were already considered good; there were even more miserable ones inside.

Since the last time he went deep into the Iron Blood Sect, Duan Yun had felt the plight of the Jianghu bottom class here.

If he hadn't injected chivalry into the Iron Blood Sect's cultivation methods, making them addicted to scrubbing toilets and washing latrines, then the two of them would still be paying to do hard labor.

He felt that the underlying logic of the sects here was broken.

Those above didn't want those below to have a good life, and those below didn't want the shrimp below them to have a good life, making it so that only those above had a good life, and those below could only eat shit.

Now it seemed that he had turned the Iron Blood Sect into people who were happy to contribute, which was a good correction.

Just as the Murong brothers had said - "As long as everyone contributes a little more love, this Jianghu will become a beautiful world.".

Although this was what he said when he was practicing the Ox-Horse Skill and his mind was confused, it was also the truth.

This Jianghu was full of rape and killing, and many people wanted others to eat shit just so they could have fun, and there was no love.

And turning the Iron Blood Sect into characters full of Ox-Horse spirit was indeed a first step in improving the Jianghu.

Although this method seemed a bit forced, even a bit extreme.

But this Jianghu couldn't be less extreme, and these Jianghu people couldn't be regarded as normal people.

They had to be regarded as mental patients.

That's right!

The people in this Jianghu were all sick, and he, this young hero and doctor, was here to treat people.

What's wrong with being a little forceful when treating mental illness?

If you ask me, these people are so devoid of love that they should be electrocuted.

Electrocute them a few more times, and maybe they will be as normal and loving as him.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers finished eating the rice wine eggs and continued to walk inside.

It could only be said that the further they went inside, the stronger the smell and the more miserable the people.

Those outside could still do some odd jobs, but those inside couldn't.

Some seemed to have contracted diseases, the kind like syphilis, and were ruined; others were addicted to opium, either borrowing money to continue smoking, or lying there like walking corpses, completely collapsed.

Along the way, there were also two syphilis patients who wanted to rob them of their money, but the Murong brothers directly poked two of the pus sores on their bodies, causing them to roll on the ground in pain, which also stopped their criminal behavior.

After leaving that dilapidated alley, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers both felt that this place was very morbid.

This was in stark contrast to the Yuzhu Town area where Yuzhu Villa was located.

But now that their group of Yuzhu heroes had arrived, this place was within the range of chivalrous aura of Yuzhu Villa, and sooner or later it would become peaceful.

At this time, a woman ran over from the entrance of the alley and said, "Brother Yun, hurry up, the Iron Blood Sect guys are treating illnesses again."

That Brother Yun scratched himself and sighed, "That Iron Blood Sect that grabs people everywhere to treat illnesses? But I have syphilis."

"Syphilis can also be treated, Grandpa Wang has been cured. You have to hurry, their blood can only cure illnesses when it's fresh, and it's only for a few days each month."

"This can be cured?"

Brother Yun hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "I won't treat it! I got this disease from Miss Sisi, as long as I have this disease, it means that Miss Sisi has me! I won't treat it even if I die!"

The woman was so angry that she stamped her feet and said, "You're really cheap! A prostitute in a brothel, and she even infected you with a disease, and you're like you've lost your soul."

Brother Yun was not angry, but instead looked back with a look of aftertaste, "Miss Sisi's taste is really good."

Duan Yun couldn't help but glance at the Murong brothers.

The Murong brothers complained, "Why are you looking at me? Can I be as cheap as him?"

"No, I want to go back to see Ning Qing. I really miss her too much!"

On the way back, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers went to buy some rice and pork.

Both of them found that prices were changing every day, and the white and shiny silver was not enough to spend.

Obviously, someone in the city was manipulating prices.

"Damn it, even the things that this hero wants to eat and drink are being manipulated. I'll go back and investigate and kill his whole family," Duan Yun said, carrying the expensive long-haired pork, feeling sullen.

The Murong brothers asked doubtfully, "Kill them directly, not reform them?"

"This requires both reform and killing. Only reform without killing cannot show our thunderous methods," Duan Yun replied.

The Murong brothers knew very well that if this guy went back and let Fan Gao find out the situation, there would probably be more names on his little notebook.

It could only be said that Young Hero Duan did not forget his original intention.

Before, in his hometown of Linshui Town, it was because they were collecting protection fees indiscriminately that he killed a bunch of the Black Bear Gang and also dealt with the county magistrate.

Now, this manipulation of prices, making even rich people like him who have obtained a lot of ill-gotten wealth feel that prices are expensive, then why not kill them and save them for the New Year?

They walked along the river.

At this time of year, the river was also lined with green willows.

There were many men and women washing clothes by the river, talking and chatting.

"Junior Brother Li, I'll wash your clothes this time, next time it's your turn to wash my chamber pot."

"Senior Sister, I know. This Qinghe City is really difficult to deal with, even servants are ridiculously expensive. If it were outside, I would hire ten young people to wash clothes and cook for me."

"It's as if I don't have ten young men in the sect washing my chamber pot."

"Senior Sister, why don't we go back?"

"Go back? If we go back, neither of us can compare to Senior Sister. I won't go back until I get the divine skill and slap Master's face!"

It had to be said that walking by the river, Duan Yun felt a little peace.

Not only because of the beautiful scenery of the green willows, but also because of the atmosphere of life.

Only here could he feel that ordinary people and Jianghu travelers were also alive, and also had to eat and wash clothes.

Unlike in those places where sects gathered, it was either fighting and killing, or doing business without limit, like a bunch of lunatics.

No, they were originally lunatics!

At this time, Duan Yun couldn't help but show a sharp look of "a doctor's benevolent heart."

They had also just noticed that people were leaving the city and entering the mountains one after another.

According to Fan Gao's intelligence, this summer was not suitable for entering the mountains.

In the summer, poisonous insects and snakes were active in the mountains and forests, and the vegetation was particularly lush. Many Jianghu travelers died from poisonous insects and snakes before they even found the way.

Usually, early autumn was the peak season for entering the mountains.

But there were always impatient people, or people who were afraid that others would get there first. They were not afraid of difficulties and dangers, and they had to enter the mountains in summer.

For example, the group of people who had just passed by were from Red Pagoda Mountain.

They each had a pipe in their mouths and carried baskets on their backs.

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The opium from Red Pagoda Mountain was also quite comprehensive, not only able to relax people, but also able to make people addicted, and even poisonous insects, snakes and rats were afraid of it.

So they had an advantage in entering the mountains in summer.

In fact, this season also had its advantages, at least the competition was relatively small.

In autumn, the season for entering the mountains was suitable, but the people were not. There were too many people entering the mountains, and conflicts were inevitable. A fight could lead to death.

After passing the willow-lined river, their new Jade Willow Villa was almost there.

Here, they saw several men plastering a new house.

These men were dressed in gray clothes, and there was an embroidery of a gray eagle that looked like a little chicken on the chest of their robes, which showed that they were from the Gray Eagle Gang.

Duan Yun and the others had only learned a few days ago that there was a rule in Qinghe City, that was, when building new houses, not only did they have to buy land from the sect, but the construction of new houses had to be done by the Gray Eagle Gang.

It could only be said that the price was very high.

The owner of the house being built should be the couple by the roadside. The woman had been supervising the work, reminding the people from the Gray Eagle Gang from time to time.

The man had a leather bag hanging on his body, not knowing whether it contained poison or medicine.

As a result, Duan Yun quickly realized that he was wrong.

At this time, the man took out a small flying knife and started trimming his nails.

His hands were very clean, and his nails were obviously very neat, but he was still trimming them slowly, as if he was trimming a work of art.

After seeing Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, the man showed a gentle smile and said, "Hello, friends, do you also live here?"

Duan Yun nodded and said, "Yes, we live up there."

The man replied, "Then we will be neighbors in the future. My name is Li, and this is my humble wife, Lin Yin."

As he said this, he asked the woman to come over.

The Murong brothers quickly cupped their hands and replied, "Hello, Brother Li and Madam Li. My name is Murong Dehua, and this is my sworn brother, Duan Chengwu. We will be neighbors in the future, please take care of us."

As old Jianghu travelers, the Murong brothers were one step ahead of Duan Yun in this Jianghu etiquette.

The two sides exchanged greetings and left.

On the way, Duan Yun thought and said, "Did those two change their appearances?"

The Murong brothers were surprised and said, "You saw it too?"

Duan Yun said seriously, "That couple has an extraordinary temperament, and it can be seen that they are very well maintained. They look ordinary, but it is difficult to hide their temperament. People like this should not have such faces."

The Murong brothers looked at Duan Yun again.

He could see that it was a disguise, from a professional point of view, after all, he had specially consulted Feng Ling'er, that was, if the human skin mask had been around for a while, there would be very fine wrinkles at the lower neck when wearing it and speaking.

But Duan Yun saw it from another aspect.

He also had a similar experience, that was, in the Iron Blood Sect, Duan Yun was clearly playing an ugly person, and there was a scar on his face, but he looked pleasing to the eye.

Damn it, you good-looking people, even if you dress ugly, you still have the temperament to support you, right?

He couldn't help but curiously said, "So, that Madam Lin Yin may be a bright and beautiful woman!"

Duan Yun complained, "Why do you only mention Madam?"

"Are you interested in the husband?"

As they spoke, the two arrived.

As a result, at this time, the two found that people had come to the house.

Four gray-clothed people were standing there, opposite Fan Gao and Panda Dabai.

From Dabai's standing and clenched fists, this did not look like guests.

"What's going on?" Duan Yun asked.

Fan Gao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Duan Yun and the Murong brothers returning, and said, "These are from the Gray Eagle Gang. Before, Miss Feng said that she wanted to plaster and paint the walls herself, but these guys..."

At this time, one of the Gray Eagle Gang people opened his mouth and said, "There is a rule in Qinghe City, that is, all plastering and repairing of houses must be done by our Gray Eagle Gang."

Duan Yun was surprised and said, "We are not building a new house, just repairing it a little."

"Repairs must also be done by us," the Gray Eagle Gang disciple said.

"How much will it cost?" Duan Yun asked.

"That depends on how much you want to repair, to what extent you want to repair, and it depends on our construction period. Generally speaking, for a house like this, if you only repair the plastering, it will be fifty taels. When repairing, you have to provide meals, at least one catty of meat per person per meal," the Gray Eagle Gang disciple explained.

Duan Yun finally understood why he had given Fan Gao so much money, but he had not used the money to send them away.

It turned out that these people were asking for a high price, and their appetite was not small.

Duan Yun's anger rose all of a sudden.

He had just bought expensive pork back, and now he had to buy and sell by force to plaster a wall and ask for a high price?

These people were sick.

"Who set this rule?" Duan Yun asked.

"The gang leader and the big shots in the city set the rule together, what, you"

"Junior Brother, what are you talking to him about? In a word, either don't paint, or give us money to do it."

The Murong brothers said, "We don't want to paint for the time being."

"Fifty taels," the Gray Eagle Gang disciple said.

"What fifty taels?" Duan Yun asked in confusion.

"Do you think we made this trip for nothing? If our people hadn't discovered that you were going to plaster the walls, and we had stopped you in time, do you know the consequences of repairing a house privately? It wouldn't be just fifty taels."

Duan Yun carried the pork and said, "Give it to them."

Fan Gao took out the silver and gave it to them.

The Murong brothers looked at their departing backs and said, "I said, brother, did you really give it to them? Aren't you going to bargain?"

Duan Yun said to Fan Gao, "Go and find out which big shots set the rules with the Gray Eagle Gang. Oh, right, Feng Ling'er and the others are out, so prepare a mask for me later."

The Murong brothers asked in surprise, "What do you need a mask for?"

"I don't know which big shots in the city set the rules yet, but the Gray Eagle Gang leader is definitely one of them. He took my money, does he think he'll live past tomorrow?" Duan Yun replied.

The Murong brothers and Fan Gao simultaneously gasped.