Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Tanghulu, Tanghulu..."

"White flour buns, two cents each!"

"Look, look, these little sugar figures are so lifelike..."

"Mustard buns, freshly baked mustard buns..."

In Wenshan City, the streets are crowded with people.

It was the Chinese New Year, and Wenshan City was bustling with activity. A stall called Xiaoliu Baozi Shop was set up in a prominent place on the street.

At this time, Yuwen Baoge, wearing a short robe, was leaning against a stone block beside the bun shop, staring at the steaming mustard buns in the steamer. His eyes were full of longing, and a string of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It is not known whether it is because Qiu Dongxuan is very skilled or because the Jindan cultivators have generally been exposed to a trace of the power of the law, but he has completely banned Yuwen Baoge's cultivation. Not to mention the Yuanying Zhenjun, even after building the immortal foundation, the cultivators have already lived on the wind and dew, and the air. Food is more for satisfying the desire for food or for the needs of practice, and there is no possibility of hunger at all.

But now Yuwen Baoge's stomach was rumbling, as if he had really become a complete mortal.

The clerk at the bun shop saw Yuwen Baoge and, perhaps sensing his distinguished demeanor, immediately greeted him enthusiastically, "Sir, would you like to try two mustard greens buns? Wenshan City has a lot of delicious New Year's treats, and these buns are small and won't take up too much space. Trying a couple won't prevent you from exploring the food alley."

Yuwen Baoge swallowed his saliva, looked at the bun eagerly, and said, "Then give me two."

"okay!"

The young waiter happily placed two buns in an oil-paper bag and held out his hand: "One mustard greens bun is three cents, two are six cents. Since you're a new customer, I'll give you five cents. Remember to come and patronize my stall often."

Yuwen Baoge said awkwardly, "Little brother, I don't have any money on me right now. Can you give me the money for the buns on credit?"

The clerk in the bun shop suddenly frowned: "We're a small business, no credit!"

"I forgot to bring my purse today. I'll get it for you when I get home." Yuwen Baoge had never told a lie in his life. His eyes flickered and his confidence was quite lacking, which made the guy see at a glance that he was just a facade.

"Sir, I thought you were dressed like a gentleman, but I never thought you were a freeloader." The bun shop clerk looked disdainful and pointed at the storage bag on Yuwen Baoge's waist: "You said you didn't bring a purse, what is this?"

"I'm afraid it's just a show-off..."

"Go, go... If you don't have money, don't stay here. You're delaying our business..."

Seeing the guy from the bun shop was about to chase him away, Yuwen Baoge was also very hungry and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, little brother!"

"I am the number one Yuanying Zhenjun in the Yunchuan region, a direct descendant of the Shending Yuwen family. Today, I have fallen on hard times. You are giving me a few buns on credit, which is considered a good relationship with me. When I recover my cultivation, I will grant you an incredible fortune!"

The guy at the bun shop looked puzzled: "What the hell is this Yunchuan, Shending, Yuwen, and Yuanying?"

Yuwen Baoge felt annoyed. "I said I'm an immortal! Do you understand, immortal?"

"Fairy?"

The clerk in the bun shop sneered, "You might as well talk about your own prince in distress. That seems a bit believable, but you're also talking about immortals? I've never heard of any immortals in my life!"

Yuwen Baoge's heart skipped a beat. "Oh no! There's no mention of immortals in this mortal realm... Could it be that there aren't even any Qi-cultivating cultivators here?"

The clerk in the bun shop picked up the rolling pin beside him and prepared to chase the man away. However, Yuwen Baogefa was weak and did not dare to stay for long, so he limped away and went somewhere else.

He walked and stopped on the street, feeling increasingly hungry. He happened to hear passers-by on the street talking about the distribution of New Year snacks at Li Yuanwai's mansion not far away, so he hurriedly followed the flow of people and walked over.

When he arrived at the place, he found that all the snacks had been distributed. He leaned against the wall in dejection and sighed.

Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a group of beggars squatting under a high-walled courtyard. Each of them had a porcelain bowl in front of them, and they kept bowing to passers-by, begging for money.

Perhaps because it was the New Year, most of the people going out on the streets had some extra money and wanted to have a good start. Listening to the auspicious words of the beggars, they clinked and threw a lot of copper coins into the porcelain bowls. Soon, there were more than ten copper coins in the porcelain bowls in front of several beggars.

Yuwen Baoge looked at the ground with envy, his face hesitant, and he was torn between his conscience and his conscience:

"How can I, a dignified Yuanying Zhenjun, lower myself and sell out my dignity to do such a begging act..."

But his stomach growled again, causing Yuwen Baoge to look bitter. "Damn it! If I become the first Yuanying Zhenjun to starve to death in the world, I'll be the most laughed at in the Immortal Continent for tens of thousands of years!"

So he looked around and followed suit, squatting in a place where there was a lot of people passing by. He asked an old beggar next to him for a broken porcelain bowl with a missing corner, and waited for alms from passers-by.

But after waiting for almost half an hour, several beggars on the opposite street received more than ten coins, but he got nothing, which made him wonder.

The old beggar who lent him a broken porcelain bowl noticed his predicament and chuckled, "Boy, are you new to the gang?"

"Why are you teaching me, old man?" Yuwen Baoge asked hurriedly.

"Beggars are a skill, and there are many ways to do it." The old beggar narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Your clothes are too new, your face is too neat, and you sit so straight. You don't look like a beggar, but rather like a general in distress."

“On the street, people only give money to two kinds of people: vendors and beggars.”

"You're not a vendor, and you're not a beggar. When can you open your business?"

The old beggar scratched his ears and said lazily, "Go roll in the stinking ditch nearby for a few rounds, smear some mud on your face, then hunch your back, lower your head, say a few auspicious words, and then come back and see. If you catch the New Year's Festival in Wenshan City, I guarantee you'll be rich! After paying your share, you'll even have a dozen coins left!"

Yuwen Baoge was stunned, and followed the old beggar's instructions, suppressing his nausea and doing the same thing. His whole body immediately became smelly.

The old beggar looked disgusted and moved aside, saying, "You smell so bad that others would be running away, how could they possibly give you money? Beggars only want the pity of others. If the odor is really too strong, I'll lose business... Go over there and let some air out to get rid of the smell."

Yuwen Baoge went to dispel the stench in the same way. After a long time, the stench on his body dissipated a little. Then he slowly limped back and sat down at the foot of the wall.

The old beggar looked surprised and said approvingly, "Break your own legs in advance? Good boy, you have a great talent as a beggar! You are so cruel to yourself!"