The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

"Ahem, Miss Xin, Miss Xin?"

Li Dao coughed twice as he stroked his chin, his eyes moving back and forth between Xin 14th Madame.

Xin Fourteen came back to her senses. She blushed and said, "I don't mean it. I was too engrossed in my thoughts just now, so I let the Young Master down."

"It's fine, Miss Xin, why don't you sit down and talk to me. Oh right, sit closer to me." Li Dao lightly smiled, but his words were full of a joking tone.

Mother Xin dragged a chair over and sat down. She wasn't close to Li Dao by a foot, nor was it far.

After the two ladies sat down, Li Dao stopped talking and watched the people below with interest, occasionally taking a sip of his wine.

Xin Fourteen and Hu Mei looked at each other before Hu Mei finally lost her cool and took the initiative to ask, "May I ask for Young Master's name? Which mansion are you from?"

Li Dao did not reply. Instead, he gave a light "Eh" and said, "An interesting fellow has arrived."

The two women couldn't help but follow Li Dao's gaze and look down the stairs. They saw a slovenly Daoist wearing tattered clothes, stepping on sandals, and carrying a horsetail whisk. He had an iron sword on his back.

The Daoist man stopped in front of the restaurant and sat down on the floor. He took off his sandals and buckled up his toes. His black toes made Xin Fourteenth and Hu Mei frown.

No matter what, women would subconsciously loathe slovenly men, even the Banshee.

The Daoist stood at his feet and shouted, "It's so hot, this old Daoist is about to die of thirst. Is there anyone that would like to buy this old Daoist a bowl of water?"

However, no one paid any attention to him. The old Daoist didn't feel awkward and said to a pear vendor beside him, "Little Brother, this old Daoist is thirsty. Can you treat this old Daoist to a pear?"

The pear seller impatiently waved his hand and said, "Don't disturb my business if you don't have the money. Do you think my pear is coming for nothing?"

The Daoist man's eyes flashed with a cold light, allowing Li Dao to see through him.

At this moment, a righteous looking scholar walked out, criticizing the peddler. "Why are you like this? The Taoist is thirsty, you have so many pears, treating him to one won't cost you anything."

"Scholar, I respect you for being a scholar." All you scholars talk about is righteousness and morality, and you guys only know how to use your mouths. How would you know how hard it was for us to work?

The peddler shook his head and went back to his pear.

The scholar was stunned for two seconds. He angrily took out his purse and fished out two coppers. "Here, I want to buy a pear."

Seeing the poor actions of the scholar, it was obvious that his family background was not very good.

"Daoist, you must be thirsty. Come, I'll treat you to Riko." The scholar handed Riko to the Daoist.

The Daoist used his pitch-black hands to dig out his feet and receive the pear. He began to chew on it as juice leaked out from the corners of his mouth. However, he did not say thank you.

The scholar was not angry. He smiled at the Daoist as if he was very happy.

Xin Fourteen looked at the scholar with admiration. No matter what time it was, if a man showed the slightest bit of kindness, it would always be noticed by the women on the side of the road.

Li Dao finished all the wine in the cup in one gulp and sighed. "Another protagonist like Yan Zhaoge!"

"Who is Yan Zhaofeng?"

Listening to Li Dao sigh, Hu Mei couldn't help but ask.

Xin 14th Madame also turned her gaze over and was very interested in Li Dao's words.

"Nothing, just a fool."

"What does the main character mean?" Hu Mei asked.

Li Dao thought for a moment before replying, "The main character is someone who is played by fate. For example, your sister is the main character."

This time, it was XIV Niang's turn to speak, "Young Master Li, what do you mean by this? Why do you say that I'm the main character, the one being toyed with by fate?"

"I'll tell you about this later. Let's watch the show first," Li Dao said as he continued to look down the stairs.

When she saw that Li Dao was not in the mood to speak, she cast her gaze on the Daoist cultivators and the scholar below.

At this moment, the Daoist had already finished eating the Riko. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and said to the scholar, "Kid, you're not bad. What's your name?"

The scholar replied with a smile, "Little Feng Sheng, are you still thirsty?"

Li Dao looked at the scholar, then looked at Xin 14th Madame, thinking to himself, As expected.

Below, the Daoist waved his hand and said, "I'm not thirsty. I'm not thirsty anymore." "Scholar, this old Daoist has no treasure, and has nothing to repay you. How about I play a trick on you?"

The scholar nodded as he looked at the Daoist with curiosity.

"Watch carefully!"

The Daoist man got up from the ground and dusted off the dust on his butt. He spun around on the spot and chanted something, attracting the attention of all the people on the street.

After circling three rounds, the Daoist man placed the pear seed under his feet and asked the people around him, "Who's going to give me a bowl of water? This old Daoist is going to use magic."

Immediately, a busybody handed a bowl of water over, causing Li Dao to shake his head. Just now, he had been thirsty for water and refused to drink it. Now, he was giving water to the people who were playing tricks on him!

The Daoist man took a bowl of water, looked around and said, "Everyone, watch carefully, don't blink."

The Daoist poured the water on the pear seed, and everyone around stared at it.

A sudden change occurred. The pear seed sprouted and began to grow. In the end, it turned into a pear tree with plump pears growing on it.

This scene was applauded and applauded by the crowd. The Daoist took down a pear and took a bite, splattering everywhere as he said, "There's no need to be courteous, go pick the pears. This old Daoist invites everyone."

The pedestrians swarmed forward to pick the pears.

Suddenly, a scream sounded out as the hawker plopped down on the ground. He spread his hands and cried out in pain, "My Riko, my Riko! I still have an old mother in bed waiting for me to buy her some rice after I sell her."

At this moment, everyone came to a realization. The pear on the tree was the pear in the peddler's car.

No one sympathized with the hawker. Instead, they started to criticize him and add insult to injury, "Who told you to be so stingy just now. Now you have received your retribution, right?"

The Daoist man held the horsetail whisk in front of his chest with a proud expression on his face.

Li Dao laughed in anger. He stood up and said, "Ridiculous, this is ridiculous!"

The voice was not loud, but it was very clear. It traveled into everyone's ears.