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The disciple who had returned from his travels did not care about his life at the foot of the mountain? As long as you reported your name to a rich family, saying that you are the little Heavenly Master that came from the Heavenly Master Manor, then the extravagant arrangements will be made for you. According to one of the senior brothers, a rich family in Luoyang was holding onto his sleeve, insisting that he marry into their family. That young lady was very pretty, and it was rumored that the little Heavenly Master was leaving, chasing him for eight hundred li in the night.

His junior brothers asked him why he was not staying in Luoyang. The senior brother bragged and said that his heart was focused on the Dao, that there was only the Three Purities in his heart.

It was said that beauties bring disaster to the world. If this man was too outstanding, he would be filled with danger even if he fell into the eyes of a petty person. Literary industry was a petty lord, and it was hard for him to get rid of all the beauties in the world.

Seeing his senior's arrogant appearance, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Thus, when he came to change shifts, he knocked him out with a sledgehammer, stripped off all of his senior brother's clothes, and robbed all of his wealth. It could be said that he had suffered all sorts of 'humiliation'.

Why did he become so unlucky when he was in the literary world? Neither was the literary industry clear.

This world was really not f * cking funny. This was what the literary industry thought.

It was likely that the bonfire that had been set up had already let the people with good intentions know the location of the hiding place. When Wen Ye gritted his teeth and was about to flee over the mountains, he saw little Luo Sha, whose mouth was dripping with oil.

"Is the roasted rabbit delicious?"

"Delicious."

"There's roast duck, roast pig, roast lamb leg, garlic, chilli sauce, plum wine …" Little Raksha's eyes were filled with delicious food as his saliva dripped down onto the ground. As if he had thought of something, he used his sleeves to wipe the corner of his mouth, as though he was maintaining a dignified demeanor. However, with a grin, his saliva had already turned into a river.

The north wind blew the torch in his hand, and the sound of footsteps could be heard on the mountain road. The wind outside his clothes continued to gush into his body through the incomplete gaps. The torch seemed to feel the chill coming from the north wind as it flickered between bright and dim! No one likes the dark, because things in the dark can kill, except those who are in the company of the night.

Those few big guys were all wearing simple clothes, but they all knew some martial arts. Their bodies were covered in muscle goosebumps. Or could it be said that the man in this Azure Continent didn't know any martial arts? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe it as a martial arts practice. Ever since the opening of the dynasty, the people in the Azure Province had always been simple and honest. The people in the Azure Province never closed their doors at night, and there was no need for the women to cover them with a thin veil. The Azure Province's Steel Cavalry was famous throughout the world, but a few days ago, a brat appeared out of nowhere and did such a vulgar thing!

This group of people had originally wanted to wait until he could no longer stand the cold and hunger that was obediently descending the mountain. But tonight, when they heard the cries of the children within the mountain, they rolled up their sleeves and rushed up the mountain, unable to stop them. He didn't expect the weather to change so quickly. Just a moment ago, when the wind was not blowing, a cold wind blew. The dust in the mountain had to be blown away, causing the men to slow their steps.

The men looked at each other, and some of them even swallowed their saliva, as if they were trying to steady themselves, and shouted, "We are the slaughter pigs, and we are very vicious, so normal foxes would not dare to come close to us. The combination of our Yang Flames is enough to scare the hell off. What's there to be afraid of?

However, they didn't expect a green flame to suddenly appear on the side. It didn't seem like it was a firefly either, the flame was much brighter than a firefly, and there were more and more of the green flames. Soon, they surrounded the few men.

Suddenly, a large man carrying a hammer said in fear, pointing at the pitch black shadow in front of them, "Which shadow can move?"

With the aid of the sparks around him, the few men could clearly see that he was over ten feet tall. His hair was red like fire, his claws were sawed, his eyes were like lightning, and in his hand was a blade that did not look too carefully. They sucked in a breath of cold air, "Yaksha!"

This yaksha had a violent and savage personality, and it also had a male and a female personality when it came to eating people. The male Yaksha was happy to hide in the dark and pick out the lone pedestrians. It looked ugly, and if it suddenly appeared in front of them, it might scare the three souls and six souls away. As for the female Yaksha, she was extremely beautiful. She liked to dress up well during the day and fight those handsome men in the busy streets, but no matter if they were men or women, they would be unlucky to meet her.

The men's legs were trembling, their mouths open and close in a daze, unable to say anything. Little Yaksha seemed to enjoy the man's fearful expression and did not say a word. Suddenly, an explosive shout came from the dark night, "Evil creature! "You dare!?"

In the darkness, a touch of green clothes flew straight towards the yaksha, and with a kick, the yaksha flew backwards, and when they saw the incoming people's faces, the few men who were curled up immediately froze. Isn't this the little Taoist monk who was just shouting about wanting to beat them up a moment ago, he quietly stood in front of them, his green clothes fluttered in the wind, his eyes were as indifferent as water, the wooden sword in his hand pointed to his chest. This Penniless Priest is the eldest disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Mountains, Wen Ye.

Looking at the yaksha swaying back and forth as it stood up, the few men felt their bodies quiver. Looking at the dirty path from a few days ago, it was surprisingly as amiable as their own wife.

Some people took out three coins, while others took out five coins, turned around and ran down the mountain. Seeing the broken silver on the dirt road, Wen Ye rolled his eyes, but the ant leg was still meat, and the little yaksha standing up shakily was still rubbing his face. He put away the broken silver and turned to look at the restaurant that was still open for business, then broke out into a smile and said: "Little Devil, let's go ~"

The shop owner, who was about to close the door, yawned as he complained that the old thing insisted on going to the Drunken Moon Restaurant to watch the Courtesan Belle. He cleaned up the table and was about to go back to sleep when he heard the beating voice, "Waiter, show me all the signs in the restaurant."

The shop staff looked at his dark face and the Daoist clothes covering his body could not tell whether it was blue or black. It was extremely damp! It was as if he had been drenched by the continuous drizzle of the past few days, and also as if he had been contaminated by morning dew in the mountains. Although it wasn't a tall figure, there was a wooden sword strapped to his waist. The wooden sword was already pitch black in color, like a piece of charcoal, and also extremely similar to the dirty clothes on this small path. Her soul had fallen, and she was unclean. On the other hand, the little girl beside her was very pretty. Judging from her clothes, that was a top grade mink fur. It couldn't be bought with just a few hundred taels of silver. Interesting.

He had seen and heard too many people, and in order to stop looking, he had learned how to tell the difference between a person and a thing with a single glance. However, these two incompatible people were not clear to the waiter, and he said, "Master, the store should be closed and not open for guests."

If a normal person heard this, they would have already left. However, this Dao Lord was different from other people, and he led the little girl to a corner and said, "I am not some noble customer, but I am rich. All the good things in the inn will be served to me, think carefully how much silver you can eat, enough to serve a few tables less."

The shop owner thought to himself, 'Everything I bought at the inn would at least cost 200 taels of silver. Including the bonus offered by the boss, I could get 10 taels of silver out of 200 taels, which is enough for me to rest for 4 to 5 days.' The shop assistant seemed to have made up his mind, and said with a face full of smiles, "Master, please wait a moment."

When the kitchen woke the snoring chef with a kick, delicious food was served onto the table one by one. The shop staff had seen the beggar pour a bowl of noodles like a hungry ghost, regardless of whether the noodles were hot or not. In his eyes, the hungry ghost was nothing more than a beggar.

However, at this moment, the staff could not help but click their tongues, "Oh my god, this fellow is probably a hungry ghost of Ah Xiang, right?"

The shop staff could not help but worry that if he did not pay attention, the bone fragments would directly take his life. And there was also that cute little girl beside him. His mother, when she started eating, she was even more scared of him than she was of this small path …

This was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten since he left the mountain. Looking at his daughter-in-law who was burping and squinting, Zhuo was all smiles as he asked: "Little demoness, are you full yet?"

The little girl patted her swollen stomach, and her eyes formed a bridge as she said, "Burp ~ I'm full."

Wen Ye smiled and said: "Alright then! "Keep walking ~"

The shop assistant did not hesitate and carefully calculated the price. "Dao Lord, a total of two hundred and twelve taels of silver."

When they saw this old man, the shop staff also froze. His gaze was like a pair of cold stars, his eyebrows were curved like paint, and his chest was wide open; he had the aura of an unstoppable ten thousand men! The old man's eyes shined as he looked at his surroundings and said, "Waiter, there is something wrong with your restaurant."