Ming Kong just came back to his senses, and stretched out his hand to take it flattered, but Shen You let go of the silver as soon as his fingertips touched the silver.
The silver was not grasped firmly, and rolled into Ming Kong's arms, his hand was still awkwardly stopped in mid-air.
Xie Zhiwei believes that Shen You is not looking down on people - this is an instinctive reaction that everyone who loves cleanliness will have.
Ming Kong's face was so dirty that he didn't look like a human being, not to mention the dirt on his hands would fall off when touched.
Ming Kong picked up the silver from his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
Although this little money is just a little drizzle in Shen You's purse, for Ming Kong, it can be used as food expenses for a long time.
These two people originally belonged to two worlds.
At least at the time, no one could have imagined that they would stand together.
Shen You nodded slightly, then turned to leave.
The person whose teeth were knocked out behind him spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, covered his mouth and stood up, shouting: "Stop, dare you tell me where you came from, and I will lead someone to search your house later!"
Shen You didn't look back, she just stopped in her footsteps, but it wasn't because of the man's clamor.
Facing the man in black striding over with a straight face, he opened his mouth and called out, "Senior brother."
Xie Zhiwei took a look, hehe, Nie Ting was like a dog when he was young, with a height of 1.9 meters and an aura of 5.6 meters. No wonder Ming Kong was so afraid of him.
Shen You's face was still indifferent, but when she stood in front of Nie Ting, she consciously restrained her presence and became a background board.
Nie Ting glanced at Shen You, "As soon as you come out, make trouble for me."
Shen You lowered her eyelids without explaining.
The two had been together for a long time, and Nie Ting knew Shen You's dull personality better than anyone else. Although his tone was harsh, he didn't mean to blame him. Taking another step forward, the whole face turned really cold: "Who said you want to raid the house?"
He is tall and tall, and he has been the head of the sect for some years. There are four words all over his body: mighty and domineering.
After the question was uttered, the uproar at the scene gradually died down.
The man was obviously shocked, his eyes were wide open, and after a long while, he covered his mouth and answered, "It's me, why!"
The person who came was a head taller than him, and he exhausted all his courage to say this.
Nie Ting raised his eyelids to look at him, and then lowered them again: "Xuanyunshan, just copy."
This year the Xuanyun Sword Sect was very popular, almost comparable to the Yujing Daozong.
Even Ming Kong, who was still a beggar in the corner, murmured after hearing the words: "Xuanyun Mountain..." After being shocked, there was a deep desire and inferiority in his eyes.
Xie Zhiwei knew that one day he longed to stand with Shen You like Nie Ting, and even become a person in their world.
The fuller the ideal, the skinnier the reality will be, so how can he not feel inferior
Nie Ting's aura at his peak was quite outstanding, and he said such a sentence, which would inevitably arouse speculation from others.
Someone looked at his face carefully and exclaimed, "So it's the head sect of Xuanyun Sword Sect!"
Immediately someone also reacted: "No wonder it looks so familiar, I have a relative whose neighbor's son is practicing in the Xuanyun Sword Sect, and I met him once."
"Not bad, not bad, looking at the world, who is more suitable to wear black clothes than Sect Master Nie."
The man coughed violently from the blood in his mouth, bloody saliva dripped down his neck, and when he realized who he had offended, he immediately collapsed on the ground, "Xuan... Xuanyun Sword Sect..."
Shen You stood there quietly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised upwards.
In the midst of countless exclamations, Nie Ting gave a faint "hmm" and looked at Shen You: "I'm not leaving yet." As he spoke, he turned around and walked away without waiting for Shen You's response.
Shen You restrained her expression and quickly followed.
The two figures who were out of place in the market quickly disappeared, and the crowd of spectators dispersed in all directions.
Ming Kong still stared at the direction in which Shen You and Nie Ting were leaving. After a long time, he lowered his head and touched the silver taels on his waist, and then raised his hair for a while. Finally, he took a deep breath, stood up, and walked along the corner to a small path.
This is the gap between the two houses. Walking a dozen steps in, it happens that the eaves on both sides overlap, which can shield the long and narrow land below from the sun and rain.
Ming Kong still walked back from time to time, carrying money, he was afraid of being followed.
A figure rushed forward: "Boss! Are you okay!"
Not only Ming Kong, but even Xie Zhiwei from God's perspective was taken aback. Taking a closer look, it was another beggar. The voice sounded a little immature, like a teenager.
Ming Kong pushed him away, and said with some ease: "It's okay."
The little beggar stuck out his tongue: "Boss, I was scared to death just now, I almost went out and fought with that bastard."
Ming Kong glanced at him, sneered and said: "The ghosts will believe it, you will only be beaten if you go out."
The little beggar looked at him and said flatteringly, "Boss, are we developed?" After saying that, his stomach let out a strange cry from hunger.
Ming Kong didn't make a sound, and slowly took out the silver from his waist.
The little beggar's gaze was fixed on it immediately.
Ming Kong squeezed a handful of silver tightly, raised his head and said to him: "Ah Er, this thing is very important to me. It was put in the hands of the fairy from Xuanyun Mountain just now, whoever it is will be reluctant to spend it."
The little beggar who was called Ah Er swallowed, and nodded with difficulty: "Then...then don't spend it, and then... go out and beg."
In the hot sun, the two people's bodies were full of sour smell. Ming Kong saw that the silver in his hand was stained with dirt, so he wiped it with his hand, but his hand was dirty, and the stain became more conspicuous after he wiped it.
Ming Kong suddenly laughed, and knocked Ah Er on the head: "But I am no one, so I can't rot money in my hands and starve myself to death. Just wait, I'll go buy food right away. "
Ah Er didn't understand: "Boss, didn't you say that this is very important to you, and you don't plan to keep it?"
Ming Kong had already walked out along the path, and said casually after hearing the words: "No, I can keep the silver, but I can't keep other things."
Ah Er was even more confused, staring at his back and muttering to himself: "Boss... what else do you want to keep..."
Xie Zhiwei stood still, and the scene changed with Ming Kong's footsteps.
Floating in the sunlight, he remembered the version that was spoken by Ming Kong.
No bullying, no Nie Ting, no stench, not even such a hot climate.
Yes, it's just a pure encounter between a beggar and a passerby in the snow.
If that picture is real, it must have poetic beauty.
But real memories are nothing like that.
There is probably nothing real about this Ming Kong.
Xie Zhiwei didn't know what to say to this person.
Even though Ming Kong took a full ten taels of silver, he was very stingy and only bought a few steamed buns, and then turned a corner into the clothing store next door. Under the contemptuous eyes of the shopkeeper, he chose the cheapest dress.
Because of its cheapness, the workmanship of the clothes was rough, and the color was the least bright gray. Even so, he rubbed his hands carefully until his hands were not so dirty, then he folded his clothes and hid them in the grass under the tree.
This is probably the most expensive clothes Ming Kong has worn in his life.
Of course, this is only relative to him back then.
And Ah Er was also very satisfied with the steamed buns, the two of them sat there and devoured the meal, which was more delicious than eating meat.
Ah Er was chewing, and said vaguely: "The white steamed bun is really delicious, boss, if only we could eat it for a lifetime."
"Eat for a lifetime..." Ming Kong stopped chewing, then swallowed hard, lowered his head and continued to bite the steamed bun.
Xie Zhiwei was bored watching and couldn't help yawning.
The scene quickly changed.
This phantom is driven by the male lead, and it is all controlled by the male lead. Nie Ting, Mu He and him were like being in three separate private rooms, watching the same movie online. It seems that Mu Yu also found it boring, so he fast forwarded.
At night, Ming Kong sat up from the pile of straw, and Ah Er beside him fell asleep, but his eyes were very clear, without any sleepiness.
He sat like this for a while, looked up, and there was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, dimmed by the surrounding stars.
He took out something from his waist and carefully placed it by Ah's second hand. Then he took a deep breath and stood up slowly. There was very little movement, and Ah Er didn't notice it until he walked out of the path.
He came under the tree and took out the clothes he bought during the day. He took a look in the direction he was going, and then he let out a sigh of relief.
He hugged the clothes in his arms, took advantage of the starlight, and left the city without looking back.
The picture changed again, Ming Kong was still unkempt, he licked his chapped lips, looked at the mountain in front of him, and there was joy in his eyes.
Xie Zhiwei took a look, this is Xuanyun Mountain, this guy really has perseverance.
By begging all the way to touch the Xuanyun Sword Sect, even seeking revenge is not as persistent as him.
Ming Kong looked around and followed the sound of water to find a mountain stream. He glanced at the dirty shadow reflected in it, and then began to undress.
Xie Zhiwei knew without thinking, the new clothes he bought earlier finally came in handy,
Mu Xi was obviously impatient watching, and then pulled the plot back.
It's time for the Xuanyun Sword Sect to recruit disciples. Standing in the crowd, Ming Kong was wearing that unremarkable gray dress, his hair was tied up with hemp rope, and he looked clean at last. Although it is incomparable to the demeanor of being an elder later, it is already a different person from his appearance as a beggar.
Shen You, who had no dust in his eyes, didn't remember him at all, and naturally he couldn't recognize him. He was standing behind Nie Ting at this moment, facing the crowd who came to worship his teacher, his face remained unmoved, showing a natural sense of superiority.
Ming Kong fabricated an identity for himself that could be regarded as worthy of the stage.
It is said that both of his parents died, his family was in decline, and he had admired the Xuanyun Sword Sect for a long time, so he sold the last bit of his family wealth and came to seek a teacher.
Ming Kong is very restrained, even though the benefactor whom he thinks about day and night is not far away, he just doesn't even look at it.
Xie Zhiwei thinks this kind of talent is the scariest.
At the beginning, I pretended to be a grandson, so that I could become a grandfather in the future. Resisting not to look at Shen You, in order to fully possess it one day.
Later results also proved these two points.
Ming Kong made up an ordinary background, but fortunately he tried his best to maintain a fairly honest image, and his appearance was not bad, so he was finally accepted by an elder.
This elder's qualifications and cultivation base are not high, and he is in charge of the chores of the entire Sword Sect, so that the disciples are running around to work for the Sword Sect.
Others complained, but for Mingkong, this is undoubtedly a good thing.
Because he can come and go freely in the name of work.
Naturally, it also includes the quiet residence.