After being expelled from the sect, I became the villain mentor

Should he dig out the man's eyes for glaring at him, or cut the tendons in his hands and feet?

But if he really did that, Yu Chao would find out and would definitely hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

Thinking of this, Chu Mu shuddered.

The scene was so tragic that in order to avoid experiencing such a tragic thing, he decided to let this person go today.

Chu Mu drew back the Sword of Conviction and put it back into its scabbard, while the peddler was already paralyzed on the ground in fear.

"I'll spare you this time today. Next time when I want to eat candied haws, remember to give them to me." After saying that, Chu Mu turned around and left.

After walking on the street for a while, Chu Mu smelled a fragrance in the air and followed the scent to the door of a restaurant.

Looking at the familiar "Koufulou" sign, Chu Mu suddenly remembered the green days when he used to dine and dash at this restaurant. He then realized that he hadn't had a dine and dash for nearly ten years.

Chu Mu was going to enter this store to reminisce about his lost youth.

As soon as he stepped into the Koufulou Building, he found that the guests inside were gathered in a circle, seemingly watching something.

Driven by curiosity, Chu Mu squeezed into the crowd.

"Uncle, you took my flag half a month ago and didn't pay me, uncle..."

A little beggar, about four or five years old, with his face smeared black with dirt, grabbed the sleeve of a middle-aged man tightly and said.

The middle-aged man who was being pulled was a cultivator, whose cultivation level was around the late foundation-building stage. He looked a bit fierce, was dressed very luxuriously, had a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and reeked of alcohol.

"Go away!" The middle-aged man turned around, raised his foot, and kicked the little beggar away.

The little beggar spat out a mouthful of blood, and without caring about his injuries, he quickly got up from the ground, limped over, and grabbed the middle-aged man's trouser leg tightly.

The little beggar burst into tears, his tears mixed with the blood at the corners of his mouth, and his dirty little face looked miserable and creepy.

"Uncle, my grandpa is waiting for me to take this money back to buy medicine for his illness. Please, uncle!"

When Chu Mu saw the middle-aged man's appearance clearly, his eyes quickly turned blood red. He clenched his fists and his teeth chattered.

Even if this person turned into ashes, he would still recognize him.

Before he was ten years old, he and his sister depended on each other for survival. Once, he caught a cold and wanted to eat the dim sum from Zhu’s Dim Sum Shop, so his sister found a way to get it for him.

On that rainy night, my sister came back from the heavy rain with a pale face, bruises all over her body, and her tattered clothes were covered in mud.

But the snacks in my sister's arms were not wet and were even still warm.

At that time, his head was burning with confusion, and he was hungry and cold. When he smelled the fragrance of the snacks, he began to eat them voraciously. After eating, he lay down on the broken bed and continued to sleep, not paying attention to his sister's situation.

The next day, his fever subsided and he regained consciousness, only to find that his sister had a broken hand and was lying unconscious on the floor beside his bed, with blood all over the floor.

When he took his sister to see a doctor, it was too late. His last relative left him due to excessive blood loss.

Later, he tried every possible means to find out why his sister had lost one hand.

At that time, they had no money. In order for him to eat snacks from Zhu’s Snack Shop, his sister begged everywhere, but no one was kind enough to give her a penny.

At this moment, the man appeared and was willing to give his sister some money to buy snacks from Zhuji Snack Shop.

The condition is that you exchange it with one hand.

In order not to disappoint him when he was sick, his silly sister actually agreed.

These rich and powerful people are like demons, taking pleasure in the suffering of others. After beating and kicking my sister, this man took away her right hand as promised and showed off the severed hand everywhere.

So many onlookers just regarded it as an interesting anecdote and dispersed after watching the whole process.

No one tried to stop it.

The younger sister used the money left by the man, without stealing or robbing, to go to the dim sum shop and buy the dim sum he wanted to eat, but she died of excessive blood loss.

Before his mother died, she told him and his sister to work hard and be upright, saying that there were still many good people in the world and asked them to live well.

He didn't understand why those good people didn't stand up when his sister was hurt by that man.

He didn't understand why his sister, who was so kind and honest that she would cry for a long time even if she stepped on an ant, died so miserably.

The mother was wrong. This world is more about the survival of the fittest, and fists are the only way to win.

A good horse is easily ridden, and a good person is easily bullied. Only when you are strong enough to intimidate those evil people will you not be bullied.

Fuck kindness!

From the onlookers, Chu Mu found out that the man's name was Huang Quan, and he was the son of the largest cultivation family in Yanzhou City.

His father died early, and Huang Quan was a well-known loser in the Huang family. He had only five spiritual roots and had not yet successfully established his foundation when he was forty or fifty years old. However, his great-grandfather was a famous ancestor of the God Transformation in the surrounding area.

Relying on his family's power and the reputation of his elders, Huang Quan acted tyrannically in Yanzhou City, and no one dared to resist him.

When Chu Mu saw Huang Quan in the crowd, he remembered that face. He had also thought about hiding in the crowd with a kitchen knife on his waist and rushing up unexpectedly, even if it meant dying together with his sister, he would avenge his sister.

But Huang Quan was a monk, and at that time he was just a little beggar less than ten years old, and he was powerless.

Later, Chu Mu accidentally embarked on the path of cultivating immortals and learned all kinds of evil ways. When Chu Mu had the opportunity to seek revenge, he also went to find Huang Quan.

But I heard from others that Huang Quan's great-grandfather took Huang Quan into seclusion to break through his foundation-building cultivation. Later, due to various reasons, he never saw this person again to avenge his blood feud.

Thinking of this, Chu Mu looked into Huang Quan's eyes, which were icy cold.

Huang Quan looked at his own trouser leg, which was grabbed by the little beggar's dirty hand. The veins on his forehead bulged violently. "If you don't let go, I'll chop your hand off!"

"Whose hand are you going to chop off?!"

A voice that seemed to be about to burst out with anger echoed in the inn, and Chu Mu stood out with a grim expression.

Huang Quan, who was about to get angry after being yelled at like that, raised his head to see who was coming. The next second, the anger on his face subsided, and even his knees felt weak.

The reason was simple. The aura on Chu Mu was too strong. It was the pressure of a high-level cultivator, which made him almost unable to breathe.

However, Huang Quan soon gained confidence. His great-grandfather was the ancestor of the Divine Transformation Realm. What was he afraid of?

"Bold, you know..."

Before Huang Quan could introduce himself, Chu Mu's sword of condemnation was placed on Huang Quan's neck, and the onlookers gasped.

Chu Mu glanced at the little beggar who had stopped crying and sat on the ground, then looked at Huang Quan expressionlessly: "Will you give me money?"

Feeling the coldness on his neck, Huang Quan was afraid that Chu Mu's shaking hand would kill him, so he had no choice but to do as Chu Mu said. He pulled off the purse from his waist with trembling hands and threw it to the little beggar on the ground.

After the little beggar got the purse, he was stunned for a second, then he got up from the ground, squeezed out of the crowd and ran out of the inn frantically.

Chu Mu watched the little beggar leave, but he didn't care that the little beggar didn't express any gratitude to him.

Chu Mu returned his gaze to Huang Quan, and in front of the silent Huang Quan, he raised a sinister smile, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"Tell me, how do you want to die? By having your tendons and skin pulled out, or by being torn to pieces, or by being crushed to dust? Today, I'm being kind and giving you the chance to choose. Pick one."

Huang Quan was so frightened that his face turned pale and his lips turned purple. He almost fainted, but he didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, his head would be lifted off his neck.

Huang Quan's nose was choked with tears, and he no longer had his usual arrogance and domineering attitude. "Young man, please spare my life, let me go..."

Chu Mu looked at Huang Quan and suddenly felt that it was boring.

When Chu Mu was about to kill Huang Quan with a sword, Yu Chao's face appeared in his mind again. Yu Chao's appearance and the words Yu Chao usually said were like a dog-skin plaster, sticking in his mind for a long time and unable to be shaken off.

So annoying, why do I always think of this lingering woman...

Chu Mu sighed deeply in his heart, then looked at Huang Quan: "I won't kill you today. But I can't let you go so easily."

Huang Quan was overjoyed when he heard that he could survive: "What do you want, young man? Our Huang family is the most powerful family in Yanzhou, with a huge fortune."

"Who wants your filthy money? Besides, believe it or not, I will cut off your tongue!" Chu Mu glared at Huang Quan fiercely.

Huang Quan quickly shut up and trembled all over.

"Since you like chopping off other people's hands so much, I will take away your hands and feet."

As Chu Mu finished speaking, the sword of condemnation in his hand slashed towards Huang Quan's limbs. As screams rang out, blood spilled all over the ground.

Before taking revenge, Chu Mu thought about it day and night, and he wanted to kill his enemy immediately so that his sister could rest in peace.

But after taking revenge, Chu Mu found that he was not as happy as he had imagined. He even felt a little lost, and his heart was empty.

Whether he deposed Huang Quan or killed Huang Quan, he could not bring his sister back to life.

Thinking of this, Chu Mu suddenly smelled the aroma of wine, which came from a small alley next to him. Chu Mu's dejection was swept away, and his eyes were shining.

"smell good--"

Chu Mu stretched his head and sniffed, following the aroma of wine into the alley. After turning several corners, he finally saw a peddler selling wine on his shoulder at the door of a house deep in the alley.

The man selling wine was an old man in his seventies or eighties. He was wearing the coarse cloth clothes of ordinary people. He had a white beard, a ruddy complexion, and a smiling face. He looked like an old centenarian.

The old man not only sells wine, but also has ready-made sugar figures on the other side of his shoulder pole, a large basin of thick solidified syrup, and tools for making sugar figures.

A group of children bought candy figures at the old man's stall, and the old man happily handed the finished candy figures to them.

Chu Mu walked up to the old man and asked, "What kind of wine is this?"

The old man raised his head and replied with a smile: "It's grain wine, brewed by my own wife. Would you like to try it first, young man?"

Chu Mu stared at the large wooden barrel on the shoulder pole, nodded, and saliva began to flow from his mouth.

"Wait a minute, I have a clean bowl here."

The old man took out a small bowl made of bamboo roots from the drawer under his shoulder pole, opened the wooden barrel containing wine, generously filled a large bowl for Chu Mu, and handed it to him carefully.

Chu Mu took the wine bowl, raised his head and took a big gulp, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine, give me a pot!"

"Young man, you have seen the situation at my stall. I really don't have any extra things to hold wine for customers. Do you have a wine gourd?" The old man looked apologetic. He ran a small stall and could not carry so many things when he went out.

Wine gourd?

Chu Mu was slightly stunned, then he rummaged through the bag he was carrying and the storage ring that was already stuffed with things, and finally found a wine gourd that was only the size of two fists.

This wine gourd was the one his old friend gave him nine years ago. He had thrown it in a corner for a long time, and now he could use it.

"Use this to hold it." Chu Mu handed the wine gourd to the old man.

The old man took the wine gourd, looked around, raised his head and looked at Chu Mu, and said with some embarrassment: "Brother, this..."

Chu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Why, no?"

"It's not impossible."

The old man looked at the wine gourd and continued, "It's just that the wine at my stall is sold by the jug. No matter how big the jug is, it's ten cents a jug. My dear, your jug ​​is too small. I'm afraid you'll be at a disadvantage."

Chu Mu was stunned when he heard this. He thought the old man would not sell the wine to him, or something else happened, but he didn't expect the old man to say such a thing.

But Chu Mu quickly came to his senses and complained in his heart.

He eats and drinks for free. The more he drinks, the more he earns. The less he drinks, the less he earns. He earns as much as he drinks. No matter how you look at it, he's making money. How can he be at a loss?

"Pretend, hurry up." Chu Mu had a malicious smile on his face.

"OK then."

The old man nodded, fixed the wine gourd on the stall, and took out a funnel to put on the mouth of the gourd. Chu Mu stood in front of the stall with his arms folded, waiting.

The old man picked up the wine spoon and then put it down.

Chu Mu, who was a little annoyed, asked: "What's wrong?"

The old man took a candy figurine from the stall and stuffed it into Chu Mu's hand: "Take it."

Chu Mu looked at the candy man in his hand, a little confused: "What are you giving me this for?"

"I've thought about it, and I think you're really at a disadvantage using this wine jug to pour wine." The old man smiled and continued, "I see you look kind, so I'll give you this candy figure as a compensation."

Chu Mu was stunned when he heard this. He lowered his head and tightly grasped the sugar man in his hand, biting his lips lightly. He was speechless for a long time, and his eyes felt a little sore.

A kind face...

Using this word to describe him is an insult.

Regardless of what Chu Mu was thinking, the old man picked up the wine spoon and began to pour wine into the wine pot, busying himself with what he was supposed to do.

The old man thought that two wine spoons would be enough to fill the wine pot. However, after drinking two spoons of wine, the sound inside the wine gourd was still bright, not dull as after it was full.

The old man scooped another spoonful of wine and poured it into the wine pot.

However, it was still not full.

Next, spoonfuls of wine were poured into the wine jug. Even as the full barrel of wine was empty, the wine gourd was still not full.

Cold sweat had already begun to form on the old man's forehead. He even picked up the wine gourd and looked at it, wondering if there was a hole under the gourd.

But even if there is a leak, the wine should spill all over the floor after it leaks out.

But the ground was very dry and there was no trace of alcohol.

Chu Mu also realized that there was something wrong with the wine gourd that Lao Tie gave him. He took the wine gourd from the old man and covered it with a stopper.

The old man said, "Brother, I'm really sorry that I didn't fill your treasure gourd completely... You should be a cultivator, right?"

Chu Mu nodded stiffly, "No problem."

Then, Chu Mu turned around and left with the wine gourd. The old man looked at Chu Mu's back, then at the empty wine barrel, feeling a little lost and depressed.

Today I sold a full barrel of wine, but didn't get a penny. But it's not the young man's fault for not paying. We agreed on ten cents for a full jug of wine, but he didn't fill the wine gourd.

Just when the old man was worried, Chu Mu came back with a piece of gold in his hand.