Hualiu Lane, Changping Square, Qingzhou City, is an alley with extremely remote location and dilapidated houses. The people living here are the lowest-level traffickers, and half of them can’t even eat enough, and they run around with their buttocks naked. Half-grown children abound.
There are some articles about the name of Hualiu Lane. It is said that in the early years, a group of older women in the brothel could no longer use sex to serve others, and they couldn't find a home for themselves, so they gathered here to live.
Most of the women in the brothel have a hard life, whether they are poor children who have nothing to live with and are sold, or the family members of officials and eunuchs who have been punished by the law, but their hard life does not mean that they are virtuous and ingenious. Craftsmanship, after spending a little savings in the early years, he can only return to his old business.
However, these people's beauty is long gone, and now they serve mud-legged people, and they can't afford to pay them, and they won't pay them a high price, so life becomes more and more difficult, and they basically die due to poverty, which can be described as desolate.
In any case, because of their existence, this alley is called the Alley of Dead Flowers and Willows, or Hualiu Alley for short.
Brother Mu was born in Hualiu Lane since he was a child. His father was a mason, and he was lame in general. His mother had poor eyesight and could not see clearly when the light was weak, so his family was poor. But at any rate, he was born innocent, and he was a decent and good family son.
Brother Mu has learned crafts from his father since he was a child. Although he is young, he is very sensible. Not to mention hardworking, he is also quite intelligent. Although he is not yet sixteen years old, he is already an important labor force in the family.
Brother Mu's father is very pleased with this, and hopes that the other party can inherit his mantle and carry forward the ancestral craftsmanship. Now the world is good, there are many people building houses, and the masons don't have to worry about food and clothing. If they work harder, maybe they can get a job Good lady.
Originally, his father's idea was also Mu Ge'er's idea. When he was a child, he set his ambition to become the best mason in Changpingfang and even Qingzhou City, and he has been moving towards this goal. If the goal is achieved, it is no problem to eat and clothe warmly, and maybe there will be some surplus money.
In Hualiu Lane, there are only a handful of families with extra money. They are all "prominent" people who walk on the road with their backs straight and only look at their neighbors out of the corner of their eyes. Who wouldn't envy them
Those families are also the objects that adults use to motivate their disobedient children when they educate them-of course, sometimes, they are also an excuse to take their anger out on their children when life is not going well.
Among the younger generation in Hualiu Lane, Brother Mu is a role model and is often praised by the neighbors.
But since a down-and-out young man lived in Hualiu Lane two years ago, the situation has changed.
The other party lives next door to Brother Mu, and I haven't seen him do any work on weekdays. He spends his days drinking, talking nonchalantly, and slovenly. In the eyes of the people in Hualiu Lane, being untidy is simply the greatest crime in the world.
Not to mention traffickers and pawns, even those who steal chickens and dogs, as long as they are not working, they will keep themselves clean and tidy. It seems that for people like them who have nothing, keeping their face clean and their hair neatly dressed is the bottom line and dignity of being a human being.
Although the dirt in their fingernails cannot be washed off all year round.
"This guy must have dirty hands and feet. I have never seen him work, but he still has money to drink. You should stay away from him and don't be spoiled by him. His life is not like this!" Mother often told Mu brothers.
It's a pity that Brother Mu didn't listen to his mother's words.
In his spare time, Brother Mu often goes to the home of the poor guest, staying for an hour or two. not go
Eating and drinking, he didn't look down on this guy at first, and sometimes bumped into him, but didn't say hello to him.
But once, he came home late from work, and was stopped by some hooligans on the road, who forced him to the corner of the street and beat and kicked him, almost robbing him of the wages he had just received. At that time, the down and out man who lost his left arm passed the alley on his way home after drinking.
In desperation, Brother Mu yelled for help.
In fact, he didn't have any hope for that down-and-out man, and he could only yell out instinctively, but the other party stopped and looked over at him. His long, disheveled hair covered his eyes, his back was not straightened, and his clothes were slung across his body, which looked like a bag of straw.
But when those gangsters were vicious and told the other party to get out of here quickly, or they would make him look good, the downcast man holding the wine jar moved.
After a long time, Brother Mu still can't forget the scene at that time.
Under the last rays of the setting sun, the beggar-like alcoholic with a broken arm stepped out from the entrance of the alley to the middle of the alley, moving as fast as a ghost. The gangsters who beat Mu Ge'er until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, before they could react, they screamed and flew out one after another.
The dumbfounded Mu Geer didn't see how the rogue made his move. He only remembered that after the local ruffians fell heavily to the ground, the shaggy hair of the rogue and the fluttering robes set off the opponent. It's like a fairy.
The poor man didn't talk to Brother Mu, and didn't stop there. After the fight, he turned around and left with the wine jar in his arms, his head still drooping, as if he didn't want to face the world.
"This is a monk!" Realizing this, Brother Mu immediately jumped up from the ground.
For a mason living in Hualiu Lane, a monk is an existence above the clouds, which can be seen from a distance, but is unattainable. There is a difference between the two, and there will be no intersection.
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And now, my neighbor turned out to be a monk! Brother Mu has never felt that the distance between himself and the monk is so close, within reach.
From then on, Brother Mu went to the home of the poor guest whenever he had something to do. Even if the other party didn't talk to him, he didn't care. buy wine.
Facts have proved that a person who sees injustice and draws his sword to help is not really cold-hearted. Even if the down-and-out person is extremely unwilling to communicate with others, with the unremitting efforts of Brother Mu, he finally becomes friends with the other party.
Regarding this, Muge'er's parents were naturally heartbroken, feeling that their child was going to be spoiled by others, and ordered him to stop going next door countless times. Muge'er had no choice but to tell the truth that the other party was a monk, saying that Maybe I can become a monk myself.
"Okay, you brat, you have learned to lie!"
His father was so angry that his eyes were wide open, he picked up the broom and started chasing Brother Mu all over the room, "What kind of person is a monk? That is a high-ranking god! According to what you said, the other party is a monk who trains Qi. You know how to train Qi?" How many grades can a monk be an official? Such a big man, rich and rich, would be a drunkard
"You bastard, you really have the courage to say such nonsense to fool me. Tell me, are you going to steal chickens and dogs with the other party? See if I don't beat you to death!"
Brother Mu was beaten up and down.
But he didn't change his original intention, and still secretly went to hang out with downcasts.
Ever since, he was beaten more often.
"Uncle Feiyang, your name is so strange, how can anyone have the surname Fei?" The bright moonlight
Next, Brother Mu and the poor man sat on the broken wall, and the latter drank endlessly facing the full moon.
"How many times have I told you, don't call me uncle. I'm still very young... Forget it, do as you like." Yang Fei wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes blurred under his messy hair, " As for why it is called Feiyang, everyone calls it that way, you can call it whatever you want. Or, you can call it whatever you want."
Under Brother Mu's repeated begging, Yang Fei agreed to teach the other party some things about cultivation, "Cultivation skills cannot be disclosed without authorization, but I can teach you some body training methods so that you can lay the foundation.
"Now Qingzhou has opened a practice academy, and soon it will be the time to recruit new students. If you really want to become a monk, you can just take the exam at that time. But the academy only recruits people from good families. Are you from a good family?"
"Of course I'm a good man!"
Brother Mu jumped off the wall excitedly, "What kind of existence is that practice academy? Who opened the cultivation sect? I heard that these cultivation sects are very strict in recruiting disciples, and they also need to make offerings. My family You know the situation, where can you afford it?"
Yang Fei smiled, "Qingzhou Cultivation Academy is a practice academy opened by the imperial court. It is a branch of the famous Chang'an Cultivation Academy. As long as you can pass the exam, you can enter the academy to practice. Not only do you not have to pay money, the academy will also take care of your food." live.
"If you are successful in cultivation and rank among the best, the academy will reward you with money. And if you can become a qi cultivator, you will be able to have an official status, and from then on you will be able to receive the imperial salary! At that time, you will not need to be a mason gone."
These words made Brother Mu's heart flutter and his eyes shine. He couldn't believe it: "I can really enter the academy to practice? Can I still be an official?"
Yang Fei understands Brother Mu's psychology. He is just a mason in Hualiu Lane. His biggest wish in his life is to marry a good wife and have a lot of money. Now that I know that I have a chance to change my destiny, become a monk like a fairy, and even be an official, I can't believe it for a while.
Yang Fei took a sip of wine and said lightly: "As long as you can pass the exam. I have seen your qualifications. Although you are not an amazing and talented person, you are much better than ordinary people. It is still possible to enter the academy. "
Brother Mu was so happy that he danced his arms and legs, punched and kicked randomly, and finally calmed down a little.
"Uncle Feiyang, who are you? Are you a qi training monk? Logically speaking, you should also be an official of the court. Why are you living in Hualiu Lane and working with us now?" Brother Mu was still precocious after all, and soon Think of this series of questions.
A look of extremely deep pain flashed across Yang Fei's eyes.
He used to be a clerk in a carriage dealer in Qingzhou, because he accidentally met Li Ye who had just arrived in Qingzhou and served as the military governor of Pinglu in his early years, and his life has changed since then. When Li Ye summoned the monks from the rivers and lakes for his own use, he successfully joined the Tsing Yi Yamen through multiple screenings.
In the chariot and horse shop, Yang Fei is the most qualified monk, but after entering the Tsingyi Yamen, he is out of the crowd, even at the middle and lower level, and has no hope of practicing high-level Qi in his life. But even so, because of his clever temper and bravery in fighting, Yang Fei also made some meritorious deeds and obtained the official status of the fifth rank.
Just when Yang Fei was planning to return to his hometown in fine clothes and marry his junior sister who was a chariot and horse dealer, the global attack on Tang broke out, and he also entered Youzhou to fight. In a battle, he was already at the third level of Qi training, but was seriously injured by a Khitan monk, not to mention breaking an arm, and his cultivation level fell back to the first level of Qi training.