The extraordinary daily life of people with super powers

And now, he is on his way to kill someone.

Today might be market day in Nanshi, and there are a lot of people coming and going on the street.

However, even in such a prosperous scene, even in a place like the capital, there are many beggars who have become beggars.

Tang Ansheng had only walked a few dozen steps when he saw several beggars with ragged clothes, unkempt hair and dirty faces, with a broken bowl in front of them.

Walking up to a beggar who looked fairly decent, Tang Ansheng put the carp he had "caught" in his bowl.

"Thank you, sir!" the beggar said skillfully with a flattering smile on his face.

Although it's not money, it's a carp after all, and I have a dinner for today.

"Ask a question."

"Master Taoist, please tell me." The beggar looked up and found that Tang Ansheng was wearing a Taoist robe.

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Nowadays, those who can wear Taoist robes and walk on the street with swagger are all top-notch nobles.

Only Taoists who have ordination certificates and are recognized by the immortals dare to do this in the capital. If anyone dares to impersonate, he will be thrown into prison at the very least, and sentenced to death at the worst.

"Who is in charge of the beggars here?"

Hearing this, the beggar hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master, no one cares about us beggars. We are all rotten people. No one will care if we die."

"Ok?"

Tang Ansheng didn't believe him at all. The beggars in each area seemed to have nothing to do with each other on the surface, but in fact they had their own small groups behind the scenes.

If beggars from outside want to make a living in this area, they must get the consent of the leader of the small group, otherwise they will be driven out of the area in disgrace.

Or, he would be found dead in some corner the next day.

Although these beggars are pitiful, some of them are cruel and ruthless in order to survive.

"Master Dao, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

Seeing that Tang Ansheng's tone was wrong, the beggar quickly changed his words. If he had offended the leader of this area, the worst that could happen was that he would go to another place to beg.

But if he offends the Taoist priest, his life will be in danger.

Even if he was beaten to death in the street, this Taoist priest would probably only be fined some money.

After all, in the Great Xia Dynasty, beggars were untouchables without household registration.

"At the end of the east street, there is a man named Wang Laizi. He is the leader of all the beggars in our area."

"Master Dao, please don't say that I said that."

After getting the answer he wanted, Tang Ansheng turned and left.

"Ding!"

A voice was heard, and the beggar found an extra ounce of silver in his broken bowl.

He quickly picked it up, stuffed it into his pocket like a thief, then bowed and said, "Thank you, Taoist! Thank you, Taoist!"

"Hehe, this Taoist is such a good person."

"With this little tael of silver, I, Xiaoliu, can have a few good meals and won't have to beg for a month."

He looked around. Although no one noticed this place, he was cautious by nature, so he quickly packed up the broken bowl and prepared to run away.

"We can't stay here anymore, we have to leave quickly." thought the beggar.

Tang Ansheng was walking on the road. "Among all the gangs and factions in the world, beggars are the most numerous and the most well-informed."

"After we finish the matter in South City, we will gather all the beggar leaders from all the districts in the capital... Wait, if I do this, won't I become the first generation leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

There was no such thing as the Beggars' Gang in the Great Xia Dynasty. After all, they were just beggars. At most, they could stick together for warmth. They were not qualified to form a gang.

As for recruiting beggars, the first reason is that these people have no ties, the second is that they are easier to control, and the third is that they are well-informed, and Tang Ansheng needs them to do something.

After going over the matter in his mind, Tang Ansheng walked to the entrance of South City. As soon as he entered, he saw a huge arena placed in the most conspicuous position.

The audience was packed with people, three layers deep inside and three layers deep outside, making it impossible to get through.

Tang Ansheng took a step forward, his spiritual will shrouding the surroundings. When the people around him saw that he was wearing a Taoist robe, they made way for him.

The person in front, although he didn't see him, subconsciously made way.

So a situation was formed where every time Tang Ansheng took a step, a seat in the crowd was vacant. He took another step, another seat was vacant, and the people behind him quickly filled the vacant seats.

Just like a whale shark hunting fish in the ocean.

This strange scene did not attract anyone else's attention, and Tang Ansheng successfully walked to the innermost part.

"Today, this general will personally supervise the test. Anyone who can pass this general's test will be rewarded with 100 taels."

"And my uncle is free today, so anyone who passes the test can see him." A young man on the stage, holding a spear, wearing armor, and with a fierce look on his face, said.

"But let me be frank. If you dare to fool me, don't blame me for not recognizing you with my spear."

As soon as the words fell, the audience immediately became noisy and excited.

Someone who didn't know what was going on whispered, "Who is this person? He's so... arrogant."

"Hush, keep your voice down. He is the nephew of the current prime minister, Xie Yun, General Yingyang, a fifth-rank official."

"Yingyang? Isn't this just a miscellaneous name..." a scholar said.

"Shh, you're trying to kill yourself!" The man who spoke quickly covered his mouth.

The titles of generals vary in size. Generally, titles like Yingyang and Zhechong, which have never been heard of, are mostly miscellaneous titles of generals. Although they have high ranks, they have no real power.

Mostly it is used to gild the fortunes of rich children.

But titles like Zhenyuan, Zhenjun, Fujun, Zhenglu, etc. are very valuable.

"He has two major hobbies, one is beauty, the other is fighting fiercely."

The man whispered, "If the woman he likes doesn't have a significant background, then she must hand herself over to him obediently, otherwise her family will be destroyed immediately."

"But he likes married women."

Someone else sighed, "Zhao Laosan from Taipei City was sent to jail with his entire family of five just because he was unwilling to give up his wife."

"Zhao Laosan wanted to file a complaint, but he had no idea that the other party's uncle was the current prime minister. He really had no place to file a complaint."

"A good family of five was tortured to death in prison."

"Hiss..." The scholar took a breath of cold air.

"Thank you very much...brother, otherwise I would still be kept in the dark and might offend this person someday." said the scholar.

"It's okay, it's okay." The man pointed at the arena, "Just watch the show and don't say too much."

It has to be said that watching the fun is human nature. When faced with such a vicious person, even if people have heard about his past, few would choose to leave. Instead, they would get closer.

Tang Ansheng stood by, listening silently to the conversation between the few people while looking at the ring.

Perhaps because they knew the character of General Yingyang, there was no movement in the audience after he finished speaking.

But the reward offered this time was too generous. As long as one passed his test, he would be rewarded with one hundred taels immediately, and could also enter the Prime Minister's Mansion to meet the Prime Minister.

You have to know that he is the prime minister and has great power in the court.

Even if after entering the mansion, the other party only looks at you once and you cannot have a conversation, but as long as you are favored, rapid advancement to the top will be just a piece of cake.

"Sir, I'd like to give it a try." A middle-aged man walked up.

"Oh, what's your name and what can you do?" General Xie Yun looked at the man with interest.

Normally, there would be someone to arrange such a small matter, but he had been back in Beijing for a long time and was too idle, so he took the initiative to come here to have some fun.

"Sir, my name is Zhang Mazi, and I can go into the frying pan with my bare hands." said the sturdy man.

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"Hiss, is this true? Is this a human?"

"No way, absolutely impossible."

The audience couldn't believe it at all. The temperature in the oil pan was so high that if they put their hand in there, it would be rotten in an instant.

"Hey, let's try it." Xie Yun's face was full of smiles.

Seeing his smile, the strong man thought that he was favored by the other party and cheered in his heart.

He waved back and called out, "Bring the food up."

After a while, several people came up to the stage carrying a stove and a large pot of boiling oil.

Listening to the crackling sound in the pot, everyone in the audience couldn't help but tremble.

"Put your hand down, it must be cooked, right?"

"Brother, if you can really let it go, I'll count this as yours."

"awesome."

There was a buzz of chatter from the audience.

"Please look, sir, this is a boiling pot of oil," said the sturdy man.

Xie Yun took a look and said nothing.

"My fellow countrymen, I, Zhang Mazi, don't know anything else, but I have trained myself to have a pair of iron hands. With these hands, I can pick up coins from oil and chestnuts from fire."

"I'll show you guys this."

Zhang Mazi took out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it into the pot, then took a deep breath and waved his hands left and right a few times.

The dance was so vigorous.

"Hey ha, oops!"

"Roar!"

"suck!"

Zhang Mazi put his hand straight into the boiling oil pan, but he did not withdraw his hand after picking up the copper coin as everyone expected. Instead, his hand wandered in the oil pan.

"Wow!"

Zhang Mazi picked up the oil with his left hand and poured it on his right hand. His expression was not painful at all, but rather he looked quite enjoying it.

"hiss……"

There were bursts of gasps coming from the people in the audience.

"God, he is truly a god."

“Is this hand really made of iron?”

Seeing the shocked expressions of the audience, Zhang Mazi was overjoyed and said, "Sir, what do you think of my unique skill?"

"How's it going? Haha."

Xie Yun laughed and walked over, then reached his hand into the pot under the other party's horrified gaze.

"Sir, the oil pan is boiling hot, I might get hurt..." Zhang Mazi's face changed and he immediately wanted to stop it.

But his movements were not as fast as Xie Yun's. Xie Yun inserted one hand into the oil pan, and when he took it out, it was still unharmed.

"Huh? This gentleman also knows how to use Iron Hand?"

"Could it be that the internal force is protecting the body?"

"I heard that when one's martial arts skills are practiced to a very high level, one can be immune to water and fire."

Xie Yun didn't care about anything else, but narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you think this general is a fool?"

"There's a layer of oil on the surface, but vinegar underneath!"

"Do you think this general is a three-year-old child?"

"Big..." There was fear on Zhang Mazi's face.

After so many years in the business world, he had deceived many people with this trick, but he failed here.

When others saw the boiling oil pan, they subconsciously wanted to stay away from it. Not to mention putting their hands in, they were unwilling to even get close to it.

How dare this lord?

Zhang Mazi immediately wanted to beg for mercy: "Sir, I..."