Chapter 112: One-hundred and fifteen

Chapter 112, Chapter 115: Scholar
Xiling once had a small village called Mijia Village.
The founders are a couple of the pinnacle of Transcendence Realm. They gathered more than a dozen warriors of Transcendence Realm and built a small village fifty miles outside Xiling City.
The small village gradually became rich and the husband and wife had a child, and everything was developing in a better direction.
But in 1768 in the Longzhou calendar, an entrance to the illusion was opened on the edge of this village, and the two clan of Tang Mi arrived, and conflicts arose.
Many warriors in the small village believed that since the fantasy world was opened on the edge of the village, there should be a share of the resources in it.
This statement won the support of many warriors in the village, and they sent representatives to negotiate with Tang Mi.
The result was sad. This behavior was regarded as a provocation against the Tang Mi clan, and Mijia Village was flattened overnight.
All the adults in the village were killed, and the children over five years old were also killed. Only the ignorant children were left, reportedly taken to the shantang.
Mi Bai hid in the dark room, not even daring to get out of the atmosphere. It took ten days before he came out of the dark room.
The prosperous Mijia Village was in ruins, and the ten-year-old Mi Bai dug a large hole to bury the pile of ashes.
When he was young, he did not understand why the village was in trouble.
The village was destroyed and his relatives were killed, but he still had to live strong.
When he was young, he came to Xiling City to ask for a living. Ten years have passed since then.
Now he is a secretary of a shop, holding a salary of forty gold a month. In addition to this job, he will take the lead in Fengqing Hutong at the beginning of each year, and earn a little by writing door couplets and family letters to people. money.
This is certainly not for himself, but for the poor children. Since deciding to take care of those poor children, his salary has been stretched.
Not to mention that the price of food in Xiling has been rising during this period. Perhaps there is no so-called price for the children of the clan, but for civilians like him, it is a mountain.
Fortunately, his calligraphy is excellent. When the New Year comes, someone will always ask him to write a door couplet, which is festive.
Mi Bai set up a stall at the entrance of Fengqing Hutong as usual, but this time, it was not those neighbours who asked for words, but a group of hooligans.
It was freezing cold. They were wearing sackcloth shirts, exposing their two sturdy arms, and a "righteousness" scar carved with a knife on their left arm told others that these people are now the helpers of the Yiqi Gang.
The Yiqi Gang is now the largest market organization in the northern part of the city. It is said that there is a great man behind it. Even some small and medium-sized families have to give a little bit of face. Gong Yi, the leader of the Yiqi Gang, is a master of the pinnacle of Transcendence. The eight King Kong under his men are all martial artists in the Transcendence Realm, and they are in the same spotlight.
The Yiqi Gang now controls all the thiefs and beggars in the west of the city, as well as several gambling stalls. If the west of the city is in charge of the clan during the day, then the west of the city at night is the Yiqi Gang.
Every young man who joins the Yiqi Gang has to carve a righteous son on his left arm with a knife.
"Mi everyone!" The little boss arrogantly clasped his fists and saluted Mi Bai: "You are so talented, why do you write in this alley to make money? As long as you nod your head, how can you make money every day? "
As one of the persons in charge of Fengqing Hutong, Zhang Kuo is a capable cadre of Feijingang. The fake business he dealt with has always been one of the most important items of Yiqi Gang, but he doesn’t know if it’s a fleeting disadvantage or something. The excellent fake Zhang Yiqi helped cooperate with was first killed by his wife in the nursing home, and then hanged himself.
The fake business was suddenly cut off, and he has been scolded by his boss several times.
Fortunately, Zhang Kuo, who lives in Fengqing Hutong, saw the off-white characters at the beginning of the year.
Iron painting with silver hook, pen with dragon and snake. This made him overjoyed. Without the fake sheets, it would be great to have a younger beige.
So today he is here to invite him to make big money.
Mi Bai put down the pen and looked at Zhang Kuo and said seriously: "I will not copy for you."
His words are warm and sincere, but so decisive.
For a teenager with a broken family, what is the pillar that has supported him all the way to today is undoubtedly painting and calligraphy.
Mi Bai is not a material for martial arts training, he knows it himself, but he must be a wizard of calligraphy and painting, there is no doubt about this.
Just relying on self-study, he can learn from the best of others, and the words he writes make people shocked and unforgettable.
But he has no name, even if he writes a good handwriting, he cannot sell for a high price, so he can only write family letter couplets to others.
As for Zhang Kuo's mouth of Rijindoujin, Mi Bai did not even need to think about it, just copying paintings and calligraphy.
"You're so shameless!" Zhang Kuo's face changed drastically, he couldn't believe that the other party dared to reject him like this.
The sturdy arm grabbed the off-white collar and placed the righteous son on his left arm in front of him and said viciously, "Do you know the fate of offending the Yiqi Gang!"
Mi Bai was caught by the collar, her face still calm and said, "Only death."
If he can give in for other things, only the way of painting and calligraphy, Mi Bai will not retreat, because he has nothing but painting and calligraphy. If he retreats, he doesn't know what it means to live.
"Okay!" A sharp look flashed in Zhang Kuo's eyes, and he said bitterly: "I want to see if you are really not afraid of death!"
If he is bluffed by a scholar, how can he establish prestige in front of his little brother, and can be the little leader of the Yiqi Gang, who has few lives in his hands.
"Stop your leg first! See if you can still be so hard!"
Several big-waisted little brothers heard the boss's command and rushed towards the thin young man.
The off-white fists clenched by the collar clenched tightly, and he smashed his fist toward the open face!
Although he doesn't know martial arts, the physical stamina of the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm cannot be faked. This punch is firm enough to break the wide nose.
Zhang Kuo didn't expect that the literati in front of him had the courage to resist, and he was shocked for a while, and when he returned, the opponent's fist was already on the bridge of his nose.
"Plap!" Huhu's fist flew Zhang Kuo out, and the group of men who were about to pounce on Bei Bai stunned.
Mi Bai succeeded in a blow, turned around and ran. Although he had the physical strength of the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm, he was a strong ordinary person who couldn't pass his fists and feet, and there was the opponent of these thick men.
"What are you doing in a daze! Chase it!" Zhang Kuo held his nose with one hand, and said bitterly at the white back.
Playing with eagles all day long, he was finally pecked by geese.
If he just wanted to scare Mi Bai just now, this one was really moving!
Mi Bai stumbled and ran towards the pawnshop. As the secretary of Qingfengxing, he had a room of his own in the backyard of the shop. As long as he ran to the shop, he was safe.
Because Qing Fengxing's guard leader is a strong man at the pinnacle of Transcendence.
　You don't believe it, have you seen heatstroke in winter?
　　 dizziness and nausea, scraping and cupping is not good, really hurt.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)