Chapter 25 vulgar

Fengdu City.

This is a big city of mortals. The ancient continent is very vast. In addition to monks, there are many ordinary people who are not well qualified and difficult to practice Taoism, but refuse to practice martial arts. They have formed countries one by one, established regime and lived a relatively peaceful life.

"goo~~goo~~"

At the gate, Jiang Ming covered his stomach that sent out a dissatisfied signal, and his face was full of depression: the characteristics of this gluttony are really disgusting, and the monks in the divine period can open up the valley, but now I have reached the hole, and the desire to eat has only become smaller than before, but it is difficult to control it once it is eaten.

"What the hell! First find an inn to fill your stomach and say that people are iron and rice is steel. Jiang Ming said to himself, even walking towards the city.

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"Xiao Er, another bowl of noodles!" In the inn, there are five or six plates on Jiang Ming's table, and the dishes have been eaten cleanly. What's more exaggerated is that there is a pile of large bowls more than a foot thick on his left hand. The noodles in the bowl have been eaten by him, and there are no rice residue left. At this moment, they are pulling the last bowl of noodles and saying vaguely. Arrived.

Xiao Er is a slightly mean-looking young man. When he heard Jiang Ming's shouting, he showed a monster-like look in his eyes and muttered, "What a rice bucket!" However, he did run over quickly, with a smile on his face and said flatteringly, "Okay, young master, how many more do you want? I'll bring them to you right away?"

"Five more!" Jiang Ming only ate and stretched out a finger without raising his head.

The little boy answered and soon sent five more hot noodles. After a while, Jiang Ming also completely solved the five noodles. He stood up and had a full hiccup, then patted his stomach lazily, and shouted with satisfaction, "Xiao Er, knot..."

"Gest Officer, come on!"

"Sung, you ordered a total of this time. You need a total of three taels of silver." Xiao Er glanced at the dining table and reported the account skillfully.

Jiang Ming suddenly became embarrassed. He just cared about his stomach, but he didn't expect that he had never brought such a thing as silver in the world. Suddenly, he didn't know how to take measures.

"That, that, I, I don't have money!" Jiang Ming scratched his head and his face was a little hot: "I forgot to bring money when I went out this time. My dress is still worth some money. I'll take this dress as collateral!" With that, Jiang Ming was ready to start taking off his coat. Anyway, there were tens of thousands of this kind of coat in his treasure bag, and he didn't care at all.

"This young master, don't joke! How can a person like you dress without money? Although your dress is valuable, I'm afraid no one can afford it in Fengdu City depending on the material. Don't you make it difficult for the little one? The little man smiled with his face, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and said in an inexplicable voice, "What do you have no money to eat? You still eat so much at once. What a bucket and asshole!"

His voice was extremely low, but Jiang Ming still heard it, but he was not angry, because after all, he was not the first. With a wry smile helplessly, Jiang Ming said lightly, "What do you think you should do?"

The little boy glanced up and down at Jiang Ming and suddenly saw the "funeral fairy" on Jiang Ming's back. His eyes suddenly flashed and he smiled charmingly and said, "Sir, I think the sword on your back is of good material, and it's worth two. There is a blacksmith's shop nearby. If you don't mind, how about taking this epee to the blacksmith's shop for a few dollars?

In fact, this second child's eyes were poisonous. He saw that the sword was dark and breathtaking, thinking that the sword was cast by the rare Wujin of the secular daughter. Jiang Ming's helplessness is in his eyes. I'm afraid that this is the second ancestor who came out alone for the first time in front of him. If it had been for other young masters, he would have patted his buttocks and left long ago. So he wants to be fierce.

Bang!

Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows and patted him fiercely on the table. The wooden table suddenly broke down, and the ceramic plates and bowls on the table cracked to the ground.

"What did you say?" Jiang Ming's expression was furious and his eyes were like knives. How did the little guy usually experience such a fierce look? Suddenly, he sat on the ground in horror, but Jiang Ming still refused to give up, staring at the little man with cold eyes.

The dragon has reverse scales, and the person who touches it is angry. For a person who really loves the sword from the bone, the sword is his reverse scale. If someone degrades and touches it, he will burst out of thunder.

The whole inn was shocked by his momentum. After all, they were all ordinary people with panic on their faces.

"The guest officer is angry!"

Suddenly, a kind voice came, and Jiang Ming, who was furious, suddenly woke up.

He turned his head and saw an amiable face, with snow-white hair hanging straight down his waist, and a cluster of equally snow-white beard hanging from his chin to his chest, but his face was not wrinkled at all. The old man full of fairy bones was walking towards him.

"The monk?"

A trace of solemnity appeared on Jiang Ming's face. Although this old man did not have any fluctuations that a monk should have, it brought him an unparalleled and irresistible pressure.

The old man waved his hand and said kindly, "Little brother, I'm the shopkeeper of this inn, just an old man who is about to be grounded. What kind of monk is he? However, the little man just said that he would exchange the prince's sword for money and mortgage the food, which was really a little unreasonable. I saw the scene clearly. The little brother is not like the kind of scoundrel who eats and accounts. Coincidentally, a group of monks in your mouth found some spiritual veins in the mountains and forests outside Fengdu City. They are gathering people to dig at the gate of the south city, saying that it is five taels of silver in half a day. If the little brother is short of money, he can work for half a day. Just come here to settle the account again!"

Jiang Ming frowned and stared at the old man without blinking. He always felt that there was something wrong, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't find any clue. Finally, Jiang Ming laughed and said, "Thank you for your understanding. I will go to Nancheng to sign up for digging spiritual veins. In half a day, I will definitely come to pay back this meal and compensate for breaking tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks!"

The old man nodded to Jiang Ming with a smile, and then Jiang Ming turned out of the inn and came to Nancheng.

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In the south of the city, Jiang Ming saw a long queue of many people walking into a very gorgeously decorated house in turn, with a sign next to it. The general content of it was to recruit people to help dig spiritual veins, five taels in half a day.

Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly condensed. He saw two people standing at the door in purple battle clothes with a simple green tripod mark embroidered on their chests, slightly protruding.

"This is the logo of the disciples of the Jiang family! Is this spiritual vein discovered by the Jiang family? The Jiang family's hand is so far away! They are far away from the mainland to the east, where resources are rich, but they still extend their hands to the barren land of the northern region. Should I go there or not? They are chasing me now. Will they find out their identity if they go there? Jiang Ming whispered to himself, and there was a contradiction in his heart.

After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Ming finally decided to go. After all, those disciples of the Jiang family have not seen themselves for many years. As long as they dress up and cover the mark on their forehead, they don't look too eye-catching. After all, you can't appear in the concentration of monks now, otherwise a careless person will find that it is better to save a little money first, live in a secular city, and practice slowly. With the characteristics of the green tripod mark, even if the world lacks aura in heaven and earth, it will have no impact on him.

Jiang Ming thought of this in his heart, and then took out an ordinary warrior suit and an forehead belt from the Baibao kit at a very fast speed, dressed up, and walked straight to the registration place.

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The deep mine is extremely dark, and the spiritual stones buried deep in the ground or on the wall burst into a soft light through the cold and hard stones, making the mine reveal a little light and have a different taste.

A middle-aged man in the early days of Ningyuan held a leather whip, and his eyes bloomed as cold as a poisonous snake, rebuking and dispatching civilians into the mine for mining.

Jiang Ming waved his head vigorously in his hand and dug out pieces of milky white and white jade-like spiritual stones, which will be thrown aside and someone will collect them. Lingyu is full of pure energy, and the breath emitted makes people feel tired and relaxed when they smell it.

"Young man, it's rare for you to know how to make money at such a young age!" Suddenly, a calm and powerful voice next to him sounded in Jiang Ming's ear.

Jiang Ming turned around, stunned, and then looked at the honest and kind middle-aged uncle and said, "Uncle, are you talking about me?"

"Ha ha, yes! Young man, you are really rare. My boy is 16 years old and refuses to work in the field. He refuses to find a store to be a clerk. There's really nothing he can do! If only he would work as hard as you. I'm really afraid that he will be so lazy that he won't even get a daughter-in-law. The middle-aged man sighed helplessly.

Jiang Ming smiled softly and comforted him, "Uncle, he is still 16 years old. He will work hard when he is sensible in another two years."

"Hey! I think it's difficult. This boy is naughty all day, but he doesn't do any business!" There is a trace of dissatisfaction and helplessness in the middle-aged man's expression.

Jiang Ming waved his head and talked to the middle-aged man. At this moment, he seemed to forget that he was a montor with heavy burdens and crises, but an ordinary country boy who came to do hard work in order to make a living. Every inadvertent home saying of a middle-aged man will touch the soft part of his heart, making him feel warm and yearning.

The path of the repairer is full of danger, loneliness and unknown, but those mortals who know nothing about everything are not necessarily happy and cold. Jiang Ming said secretly in his heart, and a desire suddenly rose in his heart, longing for one day he could put down his heavy burden and live a simple, happy and fulfilling life like a mortal.

Suddenly, Jiang Ming waved his hoe, and the head in his hand was cut into something hard and was stuck. It made a crisp and huge "cry" sound.

With Jiang Ming's current strength, there was something that could jam the head he waved, which attracted his attention. He grabbed his head and waved it down again.