Chapter 218 Childhood Memories
Did this man dig up his eyes or break the tendons of his hands and feet?
But if he really did this, the guy Yu Chao knew about it and would definitely chase him from all corners of the world.
Thinking of this, Chu Mu shivered.
The scene was so tragic. In order not to experience such a tragic thing, he would let this person go today.
Chu Mu pulled back the conviction sword and inserted it back into the scabbard, and the vendor was so scared that he collapsed on the ground. "I will spare you once today. Next time I want to eat candied haws, remember to give them to me." After saying a word, Chu Mu turned around and left.
After walking on the street for a while, Chu Mu smelled the fragrance in the air and followed the fragrance to the entrance of a restaurant.
Looking at the familiar signboard of "Koufulou", Chu Mu suddenly remembered the green years of eating Bawang Meal in this restaurant, and realized that he had not eaten Bawang Meal in nearly ten years.
Chu Mu is preparing to enter this store to recall his lost youth.
As soon as he raised his feet and stepped into the Fulou Building, he found that the guests inside were in a circle, as if watching something.
Under the trend of curiosity, Chu Mu squeezed into the crowd. "Uncle, you took my little flag half a month ago and didn't pay me the money, uncle..."
A four or five years old, with dirty things on her face The little beggar, who was black and black, grabbed the sleeves of a middle-aged man and said.
The middle-aged man who was pulled was a monk. His cultivation level was around the late stage of foundation building. He looked a bit fierce, dressed very luxuriously, with a wine gourd hanging around his waist, and his whole body was filled with alcohol.
"Go away!" The middle-aged man turned around and raised his feet, kicking the little beggar out.
The little beggar spitted out a mouthful of blood, and quickly got up from the ground without caring about his injuries, limped and grabbed the middle-aged man's trouser legs.
The little beggar cried loudly, tears mixed with blood at the corner of his mouth, and his dirty little face looked a little miserable and creepy. "Uncle, my grandfather still has to wait for me to take the money back and buy medicine to treat the disease. Please, uncle!" Chu Mu, who saw the middle-aged man's appearance, A layer of blood was quickly dyed in his eyes, and he tickled his fists, his teeth clattering.
Even if this person turns into ashes, he recognizes this person.
Before he was ten years old, he and his sister depended on each other. Once he was infected with wind and cold and wanted to eat the snacks in Zhuji Dim Sum Shop, so his sister found a way to get them for him.
That rainy night, my sister who came back from heavy rain had a pale face, her body was green and purple, and her torn clothes were covered with mud.
But the snacks my sister held in her arms were not wet, and they were even warm.
At that time, his head was burning, hungry and cold. He smelled the fragrance of the snacks and started eating voraciously. After eating, he lay on the broken bed and continued to sleep, not paying attention to his sister's condition.
The next day, he died of fever. After his head was awake, he realized that his sister had broken a hand and was lying on the ground beside his bed and was unconscious, with blood flowing all over the floor.
It was too late when he held his sister to see the doctor. His last relative left him due to excessive blood loss.
Later, he tried every means to inquire and found out why his sister broke her hand.
At that time, they had no money. In order for him to eat the snacks in Zhuji Dim Sum Shop, my sister begged everywhere, but no one was kind enough to give her a penny.
At this moment, the man appeared. He was willing to give his sister some silver dollars to buy snacks from Zhuji Dim Sum Shop.
The condition is to exchange it with one hand.
In order not to disappoint him who was sick, his silly sister really agreed.
These rich and powerful people are like demons, enjoying the suffering of others. After punching and kicking her sister, this man took away her right hand as promised and held the broken hand everywhere. show off.
So many onlookers just took this as anecdote, and they dispersed after reading the process.
No one took action to stop him.
My sister used the money left by the man, and did not steal or rob him. She went to the dim sum shop to buy the snacks he wanted, but she died of too much blood.
Before his mother passed away, he and his sister asked him to do things steadily and be honest. He said that there are still many good people in this world, so he asked them to live well.
He didn't understand why the good people didn't stand up when his sister was hurt by that man.
He didn't understand why his sister, who was so kind and dedicated that she would cry for a long time, died so miserably.
Mother was wrong. This world is more about the survival of the weak, and fists are the hard truth.
A horse is ridden by others, and a person is bullied by others. Only when he is strong enough to shock those evil people can no one bully him.
Fuck good!
From those onlookers, Chu Mu found out that the man was named Huang Quan, and he was the son of the largest cultivation family in Yanzhou City.
His father died early, and Huang Quan was a famous waste of the Huang family. He had five spiritual roots and had not yet successfully established the foundation even after living to forty or fifty years. However, his great-grandfather was a famous person in the surrounding area. The God-Transforming Ancestor.
Relying on the power of the family and the reputation of the elders, Huang Quan was domineering in Yanzhou City and no one dared to resist.
When he saw Huang Quan in the crowd, Chu Mu remembered that face. He had thought about it. He hid a kitchen knife between his waist and rushed forward without hesitation, even if he died together. Want to avenge your sister.
But Huang Quan was a monk, but at that time he was just a little beggar under ten years old, and he was powerless.
Later, Chu Mu unexpectedly embarked on the path of cultivating immortals and learned all kinds of evil ways. Chu Mu, who had the opportunity to take revenge, had never found Huang Quan.
But others said that Huang Quan's great-grandfather took Huang Quan to retreat and broke through the foundation-building cultivation level. Later, for various reasons, he did not see this person again and avenged his bloody revenge.
Thinking of this, Chu Mu looked at Huang Quan's eyes, and was biting cold.
Huang Quan looked at his pants legs and was grabbed by the little beggar's dirty hands. The veins on his forehead stormed, "If you don't let go, I'll chop your hand!"
"Who do you want to chop The hand? ! ”
A sound of anger that was about to gush out echoed in the inn, and Chu Mu stood up with a cold expression on his face.
Huang Quan, who had been yelled like this, was about to get angry, raised his head to see the person who came. The next second the anger on his face stopped, and even his knees were weak.
The reason is that Chu Mu's aura is too strong, and the pressure of a high-level cultivator made him breathless.
However, Huang Quan soon became confident. His great-grandfather was the ancestor of the God Transformation. What was he afraid of?
"Bold, do you know..."
Before Huang Quan reported himself, Chu Mu's conviction sword was placed on Huang Quan's neck, and the onlookers took a breath of coldness. gas.
Chu Mu glanced at the little beggar sitting on the ground and stopped crying, and looked at Huang Quan with a blank expression: "Do you give me money?"
Feeling the coldness on his neck, Huang Quan Sheng was afraid that Chu Mu would tremble his hand and crack him. He could not do what Chu Mu said, and he pulled off the purse on his waist with both hands and threw it to the little beggar on the ground.
After the little beggar got his purse, he was stunned for a second, then got up from the ground, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran out of the inn frantically.
Watching the little beggar leave, Chu Mu didn't care. The little beggar did not express any gratitude to him.
Chu Mu turned his gaze back to Huang Quan, and in front of Huang Quan who was silent, he raised a cold smile, revealing his lustful white teeth. "You said, how do you want to die? Crack off your cramps, or slash your car, or slash your bones and ashes? Today, I am kind-hearted and give you the chance to choose one by yourself, and choose one." >
Huang Quan was so scared that his face turned pale and his lips turned purple, and he almost fainted, but he did not dare to move, for fear that his head would not stay on his neck if he moved. Huang Quan's tears gathered, and he was not as arrogant and domineering as usual. "Young hero, please spare me, let me go..."
Chu Mu looked at Huang Quan's appearance and suddenly felt that it was meaningless.
When Chu Mu was about to deal with Huang Quan with one sword, Yu Chao's face, Yu Chao's appearance, and what Yu Chao said usually was like a dog skin plaster, sticking to him. It can't be gone in my mind for a long time.
So annoying, why do you always think of this ghostly woman...
Chu Mu sighed in his heart, then looked at Huang Quan: "I won't kill you today." But, you can't be let go of you so simply."
When Huang Quan heard that he could survive, he was overjoyed: "What does the young hero want? Our Huang family is the best master in Yanzhou, and his family is rich." "Who cares about your bad money? Besides, let's believe it If you don’t believe me, I will cut your tongue!” Chu Mu glared at Huang Quan fiercely.
Huang Quan quickly shut up and his whole body shivered.
"Since you like to chop other people's hands so much, I'll take your hands and feet away."
Chu Mu finished speaking, and the conviction sword in his hand was nimbly towards Huang Quan's With the screams, blood scattered all over the floor.
Before revenge, Chu Muri thought about revenge, wishing to kill the enemy immediately so that his sister could smile in the dark.
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But after avenging his revenge, Chu Mu found that he was not as happy as he imagined, and even felt a little disappointed, and his heart was empty.
Whether he deposed Huang Quan or killed Huang Quan, he could not let his sister come back to life.
Thinking of this, Chu Mu suddenly smelled a scent of wine. The scent of wine came from a small alley next to him. Chu Mu swept his depressed breath and his eyes were lit.
"It smells so good--"
Chu Mu stretched his head and shook his nose, followed the fragrance of wine and walked into the alley. After turning several bends, he finally got a family deep in the alley. At the door, I saw a vendor carrying a load and selling wine.
The person who sells wine was an old man in his seventies or eighties. The old man was wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, with a gray beard, a rosy complexion, and a smile on his face, looking like an old birthday star.
The old man sold not only wine, but also a large pot of solidified and thick syrup, as well as tools for making sugar men on the other side of the load.
A group of children bought candy people in front of the old man's stall, and the old man happily handed them the prepared candy people.
Chu Mu walked to the old man: "What kind of wine is this?"
The old man raised his head and replied with a smile: "Where is the grain wine, what about the old woman brewed by her own family, do you want to taste it first?"< br>
Chu Mu stared at the big wooden barrel on the load, nodded, and the saliva in his mouth began to flood.
"Wait a minute, I still have a bowl here, it's clean."
The old man took out a small bowl made of bamboo roots from the trough under the load and opened it to serve After the wooden barrel of wine, Chu Mu generously put a large bowl and handed it over carefully.
Chu Mu took the wine bowl, raised his head and drank a big mouthful, and couldn't help but praise: "Good wine, give me a pot!"
"Brother, you also see the situation on my stall. There is really no extra stuff to fill the wine for the guests. Do you have any wine gourds? "The old man looked sorry, the stall business, I really can't bring so many things when going out.
Wine gourd?
Chu Mu was slightly stunned, then he searched through the bag he carried with him and the storage ring that was already stuffed with things, and finally found a wine gourd that was only two fists the size of.
This wine gourd was the one given to him by Lao Tie nine years ago. It has been thrown into his corner for a long time and is now in use.
"Use this to serve." Chu Mu handed the wine gourd to the old man.
The old man held the wine gourd, looked around and looked up at Chu Mu, feeling a little embarrassed: "Brother, this..."
Chu Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, under his eyes A trace of coldness flashed through: "What, no?"
"Not bad."
The old man looked at the wine gourd and continued, "It's just the wine on my stall. When it comes to selling pots, no matter how big the wine pot is, a pot of wine costs ten cents. You are too small and you will suffer a loss."
Chu Mu was stunned when he heard this. He thought the old man would not sell him the wine or something else, but he didn't expect the old man would say such a thing.
But soon Chu Mu came to his senses and complained in his heart.
He eats and drinks for nothing, makes more money, drinks less, makes less money, makes as much money as he drinks, makes as much money as he drinks, no matter how he looks at it, he makes a profit, how could he suffer? "Pretend, hurry up." Chu Mu smiled maliciously on his face.
"Okay then."
Lao Na nodded, fixed the wine gourd on the stall, and then put the funnel at the mouth of the gourd, while Chu Mu stood in front of the stall and hugged his hands and waited.
The old man picked up the wine spoon and then put it down again.
Chu Mu, who was a little annoyed, said, "What's wrong?"
The old man took off a candy man from the stall and stuffed it into Chu Mu's hand: "Hold it."
< br>Chu Mu looked at the candy man in his hand and was a little confused: "What are you doing for me?"
"I thought about it all over and over. You're so at a loss when you use this wine pot to make wine." The old man smiled and continued, "I saw that the guy looks kind-looking, so this candy guy will give you this. It's also a bit. Compensation."
Chu Mu was a little stunned when he heard this. He lowered his head and tightly grabbed the candy man in his hand, bit his lip, unable to speak for a long time, and his eyes felt a little sore.
Good face...
Using this word to describe him is considered an insult.
Never mind what Chu Mu was thinking, the old man picked up the wine spoon and started to fill the wine into the wine pot, busy with what he should do.
The old man thought that two spoons of wine could fill the pot. However, after filling the two spoons of wine, the sound inside the gourd was still very bright, not the dullness after filling.
The old man scooped up another spoonful of wine and poured it into the wine pot.
However, it is still not full.
Next, spoonfuls of wine were poured into the wine pot, and a large bucket of wine was seen to be at the bottom, but the wine gourd was still not full.
The old man had already started sweating on his forehead, and he even picked up the wine gourd and looked at it, wondering if there was a leak under the gourd.
But even if there is a leak, the wine will spread all over the floor after it leaks out.
But the ground was very dry and there was no trace of wine.
Chu Mu also realized that something was wrong with the wine gourd that Lao Tie gave him, so he took the wine gourd from the old man and covered it with a plug.
The old man: "Brother, I'm really sorry. I didn't fill your treasure gourd... Is it a monk?"
Chu Mu nodded stiffly. "No obstacle."
Immediately, Chu Mu turned around and left with the wine gourd. The old man looked at Chu Mu's back and then at the empty wine barrel, feeling a little disappointed and depressed.
Today I was full of a barrel of wine, but I didn't sell it for a penny, but it wasn't a big mistake for this guy not to give it. The promised pot of wine was ten cents, but he didn't put the wine. The gourd is full.
Just when the old man was worried, Chu Muzhe returned and had a piece of gold in his hand.