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Chapter 92 Little beggar, you are here again (please subscribe)

In a vast expanse of white space.

A Taoist figure in a gray robe sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the visitor.

He has a thin face and a peaceful temperament, and he looks like a master of Taoism.

But no matter how they walked towards him, the distance between them could not be shortened.

As if there is a galaxy in the middle.

Immediately, a voice full of vicissitudes came from his mouth, resounding throughout the space:
"I have many regrets in my life that have not been realized, and many regrets that have not changed."

"No matter who you are and what your purpose is, if you can help me eliminate regrets and remorse, you will be able to reach the end you desire."

As the voice fell, the human figure slowly disappeared, and the white space immediately turned into an incomparably real world.

The misty voice gradually became clear, and quickly sounded from the ear:

"Buns! Hot buns!"

"Candied haws! One penny, one bunch!"

"Fat - beef!"

……

Hearing the hawkers on the street, smelling the complex smells in the air, and seeing the bustling crowd all over the street, Jiang An was momentarily confused.

He never expected that he would come to such a world after entering the secret realm.

To be honest, he has experienced many foreign lands, but none of them can give him such a real feeling.

It was as if he had always lived here.

And the most important thing, and what frightened Jiang secretly the most is——

He turned into a fruit seller on the street.

Rough hands, darkened skin, wide joints...all of these made him feel like he was in a dream.

This secret realm can actually change the identity of the entrant? !
If it was just a simple change of identity, perhaps Jiang An would not be too alarmed.

The problem is that his sea-like strength seems to have been sealed, and now he can only exert a slightly stronger strength than ordinary people.

Without strength, Jiang An felt a little panicked for a while.

But thinking that this place was just an ordinary ancient city, he soon calmed down again.

With his current stronger strength than ordinary people, it is expected that no one here should be his opponent, which is enough for him to solve the mystery and pass the secret realm.

Just as Jiang An was thinking, a ruffian wearing a bunt with crooked mouth and squinting eyes suddenly walked by in front of the stall, he took a big red apple from the stall, opened his mouth to bite, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Immediately, Jiang An couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his clothes, and questioned:

"Did you get paid for eating my apple?"

The ruffian glared at him, and asked back with surprise:

"Is Mrs. Zhao sick? What's wrong with labor and capital eating an apple from you? You don't even ask who is covering this street? Who is pulling my clothes for your face?"

As he said that, he pushed forward suddenly, and a dozen apples immediately rolled to the ground.

The traffickers around saw this scene, all of them were full of fear.

Some pedestrians around also backed away one after another, unable to avoid it.

Jiang An couldn't bear it, raised his hand and punched his eyes, which made his eye sockets black, screamed, and fell to the ground.

The ruffian covered his eyes, retreated, and shouted in shock and anger:

"Zhao Laosi, you are finished! How dare you hit me! How dare you offend our money gang! I'll go find Handle Chen right away, just wait for me!"

Jiang An's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was about to destroy him.

At this moment, there was a commotion in front of the street, followed by several burly men with big arms and round waists.

Seeing the big guy in the lead, the ruffian suddenly burst into joy, and cried on the spot:
"Brother Chen, you have to make the decision for me. That fruit seller Zhang Laosi dared to beat the people of our money gang, and said that he would not pay the extra money in the future. This clearly does not put you in the hands of Chen In my eyes, this kind of daring guy must teach him a lesson!"

"What? How dare you refuse to pay the regular money? Damn him! Brothers, hit me!"

A group of big men immediately started to attack the fruit stand.

Jiang secretly felt angry, and immediately fought with them.

However, after the actual combat, it was discovered that these guys also had three-legged cat kung fu.

Coupled with eating well and having a strong physique, his slightly thin body couldn't hold it for a while.

As more and more money came to help the crowd, the dignified Tier 6 was beaten by a gang of hooligans and fled away.

It's just too useless!
Jiang An endured humiliation and worked hard to become stronger. It took nearly half a month before and after, using various strategies, combined with his own force, and finally completely subdued the three major gangs in Dajue County, integrated them into one, and became the real leader. Dajue County The Uncrowned King.

And when he finally sat on the throne symbolizing the position of the gang leader, Jiang An felt something was wrong when he heard the shouts of nearly a thousand gang members below him——

What mission am I here to do in this secret realm?

at the same time.

In an alley full of rubbish and smelly water.

An old beggar was rummaging through the rubbish for food.

He was looking for it, but suddenly heard a burst of crying.

Untied a black cloth bag, and saw a baby lying in a swaddle inside.

The baby was crying, fists clenched, lips pale.

The old beggar sighed and slowly picked up the baby:
"It can be considered that you and I are destined."

"I'll call you Fugui from now on."

……

Inside the same white space.

Su Mo looked at the figure facing him not far away, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

After entering the dense forest, he did not step into the secret realm as expected, but came to this space.

As for the other three people who were closely following him, they suddenly disappeared.

However, Su Mo was not too worried, because he sensed that the aura of the three people was nearby, and he might have encountered the same situation as him.

After listening to the Taoist's narration, the surrounding white space immediately turned into an ancient city full of life, like a real projection of history.

What surprised him the most was that he found that he had turned into a young policeman wearing a coarse soap coat with a bronze medal on his waist.

There seems to be some kind of rule that seals his power somewhere.

And this kind of seal is almost meaningless to him, and it can be broken with a poke.

He could even break free from this whole illusion easily.

However, Su Mo has already noticed that this illusion, or this formation, has a special spirituality.

This spirituality is very likely to be related to the ancestor of Longshan Temple. Once the formation is forcibly broken, it will be wiped out immediately.

If you want to know the answers to many questions, you must not be so reckless.

Su Mo looked around, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

This should be the place where Zhang Rulong once lived.

According to the hint he gave earlier, as long as you help him complete his past regrets, or redeem his past regrets, he should be able to pass the level successfully.

But the first step is to understand what regrets he has.

That means finding someone first.

Su Mo was about to spread his mental power, when he suddenly saw a ragged little beggar running away from him, and his eyes immediately focused on him.

The little beggar's body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and he looked only seven or eight years old. His childish face was yellow with malnutrition, his half-length hair was scattered, and there were some stains on the corners of his eyebrows. Su Mo recognized at a glance that this was Zhang Rulong when he was a child.

He followed him calmly, and saw Zhang Rulong prowling around in the market very skillfully, seeing some wealthy ladies dressed in expensive clothes, he hurried over to ask for rewards.

Once a bored look appeared on the other party's face, he stepped away in a timely manner, wearing broken straw sandals with exposed toes, and sprinted into the crowd.

For lunch, I just picked up a few broken cakes and rotten oranges from the garbage dump, gobbled them up, and continued to go to the street for business.

But the ladies are not so easy to meet after all, and some even have Kong Wu's powerful guards, making it even more difficult to get close.

Fortunately, Zhang Rulong didn't only have this goal. When there were no people on the street, he ran to the nearby houses, singing congratulatory speeches from house to house, begging for some copper coins or rice cakes.

As the evening approached, he came to the back of a brothel with familiarity.

As the dim light fell, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in a green skirt came out slowly from the back door of the brothel.

When the girl in the green dress saw him, she smiled slightly and said:
"Little beggar, you are here again."

Zhang Rulong grinned, showing his neat white teeth.

"Here, here's what's left in my house from last night."

The girl in the green skirt handed over an oiled paper bag, which contained two or three small snacks.

Zhang Rulong took the snack and quickly thanked him:

"Thank you sister, I wish my sister a healthy life and a long life!"

The girl smiled, and a call came from the room:
"Lu Qi, we have a guest."

"Understood, here we come."

Lu Qi waved at Zhang Rulong, turned around and walked back quickly.

Zhang Rulong glanced at her with nostalgia, and continued to go everywhere to ask for change.

By nightfall, I had earned seven or eight copper coins, a piece of leftover bread, and a small packet of snacks.

He looked at the dim sum and swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of saliva, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he drank the dry bread while drinking cold water.

When the noodles were finished, he ran across the bluestone slab all the way, and finally came to a pharmacy, and said to the boss inside in a mature voice:

"Please bring me two pictures of the same medicine as last time."

As he spoke, he pushed seven copper coins onto the counter.

The white-haired boss glanced at him and teased:
"A pair of four copper coins, your seven coins are not enough for two pairs."

"I'll bring the money back tomorrow."

Seeing Zhang Rulong with a serious expression on his face, the boss smiled and didn't say much, just filled two pieces of medicine and handed them to him.

Zhang Rulong thanked him, and ran forward with the medicine bag, and soon came to a ruined temple.

A few beggars gathered in twos and threes inside the ruined temple.

Su Mo jumped to the top of the building.

Looking down through the broken window, at the foot of the broken Buddha statue, a beggar in his seventies and eighties was lying on a straw mat, his eyes were cloudy, his hair was dry, and his body was as thin as a feather.

Zhang Rulong squatted on the ground next to him, while skillfully decocting the medicine with a broken yellow medicine pot, he said to the old man at the banquet:

"Grandpa, today I met a kind lady who offered three pennies for every move. How generous she is."

"I've also seen Master Ning, who has always lived in seclusion, but there are too many guards around him, and I can't join him."

"I also saw people from the Money Gang, which was scary. According to what you said, I saw them walk around the road."

"Zhao Laosi, who sells fruit, and Hu Han, who sells sugar cakes, were arguing at the stall today. Unfortunately, they didn't fight. Otherwise, maybe I can touch a fruit sugar cake for you to eat."

"By the way, when it comes to food, Miss Luqi gave me a few more snacks today. This medicine is bitter, and you can eat it later with the snacks."

……

Zhang Rulong's voice is immature and crisp, full of childlike vitality.

The old man lying on the straw mat just smiled slightly and listened quietly.

Su Mo stood on the roof watching this scene, but secretly sighed.

He has already noticed that the old beggar's life span is running out, and those few decoctions can't save him at all.

Could it be that Zhang Rulong's regret is because the old man who took care of him died too early, and wanted to bring him back to life and live for a while longer?

But even he is not strong enough to bring people back to life.

Thinking of this, Su Mo couldn't help frowning slightly.

Two days later.

The temperature dropped sharply.

The sky was overcast.

The cold rain fell.

The old beggar in the ruined temple finally reached his deathbed.

He tightly grasped Zhang Rulong's small hand with a big hand like a withered claw, and murmured:
"Fugui, although I picked you up, you can't spend half your life like me and end up being a beggar.

You're too smart to keep rolling in the mud like this.

You have to find a way to save money, find a way to study, find a way to get ahead, and find a way to get out of this ruined temple.

If one day you really become famous, grandpa will be really relieved.

It's a pity that I can't wait for that day, after grandpa leaves, you must take good care of yourself..."

The old beggar's eyes gradually lost sight, his voice was inaudible, and his arms suddenly dropped.

"Grandpa...don't sleep, grandpa, wake up quickly, grandpa."

Zhang Rulong shook his hand, but there was no movement.

His eyes gradually widened, and tears welled up suddenly:
"Grandpa, I don't want you to go! I don't want you to go!"

He flung himself on the old beggar's body, crying loudly.

Two more days passed.

With the help of several elderly beggars, Zhang Rulong dug a hole in the grass behind the temple and buried the old beggar wrapped in a broken straw mat.

He didn't shed a tear in the middle of the journey, but he became very silent. In the silence, there was a touch of confusion about not being able to see the future and the helplessness of losing a loved one.

After a few days of ignorance, he picked up the broken bowl again, went outside to beg, and gradually began to regain his original vitality.

With no need to buy medicine and no additional consumption, Zhang Rulong's money slowly began to accumulate.

In the beginning, it was just out of the inertia of saving money.

But soon, he thought of the old beggar's exhortation, he wanted to save money to go to school and study.

The cheapest private schools in the county cost three taels of silver.

One tael is a hanging coin, which is equivalent to a thousand copper coins.

For Zhang Rulong, who lives by begging, this is tantamount to an astronomical figure.

Just relying on the income from begging every day, I don’t know how long it will take to save enough.

Not to mention that in addition to paying tuition fees, going to school also has other expenses, three or two is far from enough.

And while he was struggling, Su Mo, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, finally decided to intervene in his life.

(End of this chapter)