When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

"Miss Yang, I'm sorry.

Zuo Qiuye bowed deeply with his hands raised, his expression sincere.

Yang Xiuhua is strong on the outside but soft on the inside, and that aura of drought is just a protective appearance on the outside.

At this moment, I am facing the apology from all the Jianghu people.

She was very generous, but said that she still had to pay for food and drinks.

Anyone who dares to eat the King's meal must stay and work for a few days. This is a matter of principle.

As she spoke, she quietly turned her head and glanced at the figure in white leaning against the window.

The Jianghu guests paid their money and left.

I really don't have the nerve to stay here any longer.

Zuo Qiuye, on the other hand, came to Li Changxiao and said a few words.

The relationship between the two was very shallow, and Zuo Qiuye always felt that there was something strange about Li Changxiao that he couldn't explain.

"Brother Changxiao, please don't be surprised." Zuo Qiuye can be considered a generous person.

"It's just human nature." Li Changxiao smiled nonchalantly.

Zuo Qiuye hesitated for a moment and said: "Brother Changxiao, if it weren't for you, we would have made a big mistake and helped the evildoers."

"To apologize, I can tell you something."

Speaking of which.

She accumulated inner strength in her throat and condensed her voice into a line, "Have you ever heard of the Xuanwu Secret Treasure?"

"Oh?" Li Changxiao was actually not interested in the secrets of these Jianghu people, but he still expressed his surprise appropriately.

Zuo Qiuye continued: "The Xuanwu Secret Treasure was left by a master a hundred years ago."

"It is rumored that there are countless mental techniques and martial arts in it, as well as the lifelong insights of the master!"

Zuo Qiuye's eyes couldn't help but shine when he thought of this.

"Is that grandmaster very powerful?" Li Changxiao asked curiously.

"It's more than amazing!" Zuo Qiuye's blood surged, "When that grandmaster was alive, his martial arts was enough to rank among the top ten!"

"The internal energy can transform into a shape, and it can form a Xuanwu outside the body. It is said that it can withstand the flying arrows of bows and crossbows!"

"The most powerful thing is his Qi-nurturing skills. Rumor has it that he died at nearly two hundred years old!"

It seems that he realized that he had lost his temper.

Zuo Qiuye quickly calmed down and said: "You are also a member of the Jianghu. If you are interested in this Xuanwu secret, come to me in three days..."

"The secret place is very involved. Don't spread it to the outside world, otherwise it may lead to the disaster of killing!"

Zuo Qiuye took a deep look at Li Changxiao and left.

In the world of martial arts, even just one word of news about Xuanwu's secret treasure is worth thousands of gold.

The reason why I talked so much with Li Changxiao.

Except for that little bit of apology.

Zuo Qiuye's more important purpose was to take a fancy to Li Changxiao's character.

She somewhat believed in her young lady's vision.

And she also needs a helper with good character. Even if this helper has average strength... one more person means more power.

"Xuanwu Secret Treasure?" After Zuo Qiuye left, Li Changxiao's expression gradually became a little strange.

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Practitioners are really not at ease.

"Xuanwu...?"

Li Changxiao unscrewed the lid of the wine, poured the fragrant wine called Zui Sheng Meng Si into the bowl, twisted up two pieces of crushed salt, and spread it evenly in the wine.

He took a sip, and the spiciness of the wine and the slight saltiness combined imperfectly.

Can't say it tastes good.

It tastes weird.

Li Changxiao frowned and thought for a while, then came up with a new idea. He walked into the kitchen, took half a spoonful of sugar, and poured it into the wine.

Drink it in one gulp.

Wipe the corners of your mouth.

The taste... is not very good.

He said unexpectedly and profoundly: "It seems to be an acquaintance."

The words fell.

He smiled.

The smile was a little sinister.

…

Tiger Lai Xiang went bankrupt overnight.

There is an extra beggar on the street.

One-armed beggar.

There is a hideous scar on half of his face.

He keeps his head in his chest all day long, not daring to show his face to others.

The beggars tried to get close to Jia's house, but they were violently kicked out. Gradually, they became disheartened and realized that it was just a crazy dream, but in the end they still had nothing.

He touched his missing right arm.

Fortunately, it snowed heavily that day and he did not bleed to death.

However, the cold weather and the pain of a broken arm also made him seriously ill.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a homeless shelter.

You’ll find out once you ask.

It was these homeless refugees who saved themselves.

He is familiar with the refugees.

When Hu Laixiang was still in charge, he deliberately poisoned several refugees and threw them at the door of Long Laixiang, leaving them to freeze to death.

He was no stranger to begging because he was a beggar himself.

He laughed to himself.

At this moment, I have a broken arm and face, and I look miserable. I have some advantages when it comes to begging.

If I beg on a different street, my income should be higher than when I was a beggar before.

He dragged himself away.

It took me several days of begging to find out.

The current market situation is not very good.

Land taxes have increased, and ordinary people no longer have any money left for charity.

Liu Ba had been hungry for several days.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I heard by chance that there was a house that would cook several pots of hot porridge every morning and provide it to homeless people for free.

Liu Ba, who was so hungry that he was dizzy, returned to that alleyway by some strange combination of circumstances.

Early this morning.

He smeared the mud on the ground on his face, making it black, completely covering his facial features, and then ruffled his already messy hair to make it even more messy.

Follow the refugee team and receive the hot porridge in the morning.

Walked slowly to the front of the team.

The swordsman named Li Changxiao handed over a bowl of hot porridge.

Liu Ba hurriedly took it, covered his face and left, thinking that he should not be recognized.

He slurped the hot porridge into his stomach, burning his esophagus.

The reason why he drank so quickly was that he was afraid that the other party would recognize him, and that the hot porridge he had waited for an hour would be snatched back.

After eating and drinking, he became a little bolder, and he secretly looked back.

The swordsman seemed to notice his gaze and looked over, which scared Liu Ba so much that he hurriedly turned back.

Didn't recognize him?

Recognized?

It should be recognized.

Liu Ba recalled the latter's eyes.

Yes...

His poor disguise can only deceive himself.

The swordsman's eyes had no mercy, no stab, just looked at him like this.

But the more so.

The more uncomfortable Liu Ba felt.

He thought that he was once a person of some importance...

Even if he was targeted.

After the hot porridge was served.

Li Changxiao clapped his hands and went home.

After Hu Laixiang went bankrupt, Long Laixiang's business gradually recovered.

At lunch break.

Yang Xiuhua untied her apron and asked:

"Aren't you a man of the underworld? Why don't you go to that underworld gathering?"

A few days ago, Zuo Qiuye came again and asked Li Changxiao if he would go to the "underworld gathering".

The underworld gathering naturally refers to the matter of Xuanwu's secret treasure.

Li Changxiao refused.

Zuo Qiuye expressed regret and did not force him.

"Go, just go in your dream." Li Changxiao said.

Yang Xiuhua frowned when she heard this, mistakenly thinking that Li Changxiao really wanted to go, but because Long Laixiang was busy with work, he reluctantly refused.

She coughed twice and said, "How about this, I'll give you three days off, and you can come back to help in three days."

She counted on her fingers and found that there were only a few days left.

A month is coming.

As if she had thought of something, her expression tightened and she said, "But, your sword still has to be kept by me, otherwise what if you run away?"

"There are still a few days left before a month!"

Speaking of this, she thought of something, took out a red brocade bag from her bosom, stuffed it into Li Changxiao's hand, and said, "Tomorrow is the Spring Festival. This is a red envelope, don't say I treat you badly."

Li Changxiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Just when he was about to explain, he took over Yang Xiuhua and drove him out of Longlaixiang Canteen like a duck.