The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

"Miss Yang, I'm sorry."

Zuo Qiuye bowed deeply with his hands clasped together, his expression sincere.

Yang Xiuhua is tough on the outside but gentle on the inside; her dry air is just a protective color.

At this moment, facing the apologies from a group of martial artists.

She was very generous, but said that the money for the meal and drinks still had to be paid for.

Anyone who dares to dine and free has to 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 wanderers paid their money and left.

I am too embarrassed to stay here any longer.

It was Zuo Qiuye who came up to Li Changxiao and said a few words to him.

The two of them had a superficial acquaintance, and Zuo Qiuye always felt that there was something indescribably strange about Li Changxiao.

"Brother Changxiao, please don't blame me." Zuo Qiuye is also a generous person.

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

Zuo Qiuye hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Changxiao, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would have made a big mistake and helped the tyrant to do evil."

"To apologize, I can tell you a piece of news."

Speaking of it.

She gathered her 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 not actually interested in the secrets of these wanderers, 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 said that it contains countless mental skills and martial arts, as well as the master's lifelong insights!"

When Zuo Qiuye thought of this, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

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

"More than amazing!" Zuo Qiuye's blood boiled, "When that master was alive, his martial arts skills were enough to rank in the top ten!"

"The internal force can transform into a black tortoise outside the body. It is said that it can resist arrows from bows and crossbows!"

"The most amazing thing is his energy-cultivating skills. It is said that he lived to be nearly 200 years old!"

He seemed to realize that he had lost his temper.

Zuo Qiuye quickly calmed down and said, "You are also a man of the world. If you are interested in this Xuanwu secret treasure, come find me in three days..."

"The secret place is very complicated. Don't tell anyone about it. Otherwise, it may lead to disasters that may cause people to die!"

Zuo Qiuye looked at Li Changxiao deeply and then left.

In the martial arts world, even just a word of information about the secret treasure of Xuanwu is worth thousands of gold.

The reason why I said so much to Li Changxiao.

Apart from that, a tiny apology.

Zuo Qiuye’s main purpose was to be impressed by Li Changxiao’s character.

She had some faith in her young lady's judgment.

And she just needs a helper with good character, even if this helper is of average ability...but one more person means one more force.

"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 really don't have a peaceful life.

“Xuanwu…?”

Li Changxiao unscrewed the wine cap and poured the mellow wine named Drunkenness and Dreaminess into the bowl. He picked up two pinches of crushed salt and sprinkled them evenly in the wine.

He took a sip; the spiciness of the wine and the slight taste of salt combined imperfectly.

Not really tasty.

It tastes weird.

Li Changxiao frowned and thought for a while, then he had a new idea. He walked into the kitchen, took out 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 with unexpected depth: "It seems to be an acquaintance."

The words fell.

He smiled.

The smile was a little sinister.

……

Hu Lai Xiang went bankrupt overnight.

There is a new beggar on this street.

One-armed beggar.

There is a hideous scar on half of his face.

He kept his head buried in his chest all day long and dared not show his face to others.

The beggar tried to get closer to the Jia family, but was violently driven away. Gradually, he became disheartened and realized that it was all just a foolish dream and in the end he had nothing.

He touched his missing right arm.

Fortunately, it snowed heavily that day and prevented him from bleeding to death.

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

When I woke up, I found myself lying in a refugee camp.

You will find out after asking.

It was these homeless refugees who saved themselves.

He is familiar with the refugees.

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

He was no stranger to begging, for he was a beggar himself.

He laughed to himself.

At this moment, his arms and face were broken and he looked miserable, but this gave him some advantages when it came to begging.

If I change to another street to beg, my income should be higher than when I was a beggar.

He dragged himself away.

I found out after begging for a few days.

The market conditions are not very good nowadays.

With the increase in property taxes, most families no longer have any extra money to donate.

Liu Ba was hungry for several days.

I couldn't bear it any longer, and I happened to hear that there was a family that cooked several pots of hot porridge every morning and provided them free of charge to the homeless.

Liu Ba, who was dizzy with hunger, somehow returned to the alley.

This morning.

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

Follow the group of refugees and receive the hot porridge in the early morning.

Walk 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 sucked the boiling hot porridge into his stomach with one gulp, burning it so much that his esophagus felt a dull pain.

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 in line for an hour would be snatched back.

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

The swordsman seemed to notice the gaze and looked over as well, frightening Liu Ba so much that he quickly turned back.

Didn't recognize?

Recognized it?

Probably recognized it.

Liu Ba recalled the latter's eyes.

Yes…

This clumsy disguise of mine can only deceive myself.

There was no mercy in the swordsman's eyes, and he didn't threaten anyone. He just looked at him.

But the more so.

Liu Ba felt more and more uncomfortable.

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

Even if I am targeted.

The hot porridge is finished.

Li Changxiao clapped his hands and called it a day.

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

During the lunch break.

Yang Xiuhua untied her apron and asked:

"You are a member of the underworld, so why don't you go to that underworld gathering?"

A few days ago, Zuo Qiuye came again and asked Li Changxiao whether he wanted to go to the "jianghu gathering".

The gathering of the martial arts world is naturally referring to the secret treasure of Xuanwu.

Li Changxiao refused.

Zuo Qiuye expressed regret but did not force it.

"Go, but just go in a dream." Li Changxiao said.

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

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 almost up.

As if she had thought of something, her expression tightened and she said, "However, you still have to keep your sword here with me, otherwise what if you run away?"

"It's still a month away, and there are still a few days left!"

At this point, 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 unfairly."

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

Just as he was about to explain, Yang Xiuhua drove him out of the Long Laixiang canteen like a duck.