When Wei Jing woke up, it was already noon and he staggered out of bed.
Opening the door, there was a set of plain clothes on the floor in the corridor outside, with a small stack of money on top and a note.
The note read, "Smelly monkey, sleepyhead, girl, I got up early and went to the area around Lei Mansion to see the excitement. Come back at dusk and wait for me at the gate of Lei Mansion. No one knows about Lei Nan Mansion here. How many of you are there?" If you ask someone, you will know the place. The clothes are for you to change. How long has it been since you changed clothes? Do you want to stink this girl to death? I will give you money to eat, and it is good to do odd jobs and run errands for me, girl, do you understand? "
"Huh!" Wei Jing made a face and rubbed the note away. Looking down, he saw that the clothes on his body were indeed dirty. Although he had a change of clothes in his bag, most of them were dirty after taking turns to put them on during these days.
Wei Jing put on clean clothes, yawned a few times, and led Ah Xi downstairs.
After saying hello to the shopkeeper, he left the Bawang Inn.
Wei Jing asked several passers-by for the general direction of Lei Mansion and walked leisurely.
There were mostly residential buildings along a path, with some branches sticking out of the brick walls. Wei Jing walked along the wall, running his fingers across the wall tiles, his mind wandering around, all his thoughts slipping back to the Tianmen Divine Weapon Competition.
During these days in Laihu City, he suffered a lot and encountered several dangers. He knew that this big city was much more dangerous than the simple Xiaoyuan Village, but he was still unwilling to accept it in his heart. He just felt that he could not be worse than others. If you take it seriously, you will definitely make a name for yourself in Laihu City. What is it like for a man to spend his whole life sitting in the countryside playing with dogs?
He also thought about the meeting of divine soldiers at the Dayang Mansion on the banks of the Tongtian River next spring, where the swords would shine brightly and the swords would cast shadows.
Masters from all over the world came to the stage to compete with all kinds of their hard work. Just the weapons used by the two uncles in the competition could win the house. What a wonderful and interesting event it was.
To Wei Jing, the Divine Weapon Competition was like a piece of fresh beef in a dog's eyes, making him extremely itchy.
He imagined that if he participated in the competition, he didn't know what the results would be with his participating sword. Although he was very confident in his craftsmanship, he still had some self-awareness. This sword-making skill was all taught by his father, so he was far inferior to his father. .
The two famous uncles Wei Kailai and Wei Changqing in Laihu City naturally cannot lose to their father Wei Wen in their craftsmanship.
Furthermore, weapons such as swords, in addition to the steel used and casting techniques, also vary in time. A good sword needs to be repeatedly folded and forged over a long period of time before the sword body becomes tougher.
The two uncles have gone through several Divine Weapon Competitions, and each time they were naturally well prepared. Perhaps the winner of the previous competition had just been decided, and regardless of victory or defeat, they had already begun preparations for the next Divine Weapon Competition. However, at this time, they were in a row. He didn't have any money to buy the steel for the soldiers, so he naturally suffered a big loss.
"Perhaps after returning to Xiaoyuan Village, I can talk to my father and ask him to personally take action, otherwise... I ask my father to let me get a sword blade in the workshop... I think my father will not agree to these two points! I I think dad will never let us come to the lake again, don't you think so, Ah Xi." Wei Jing knew that there were several sword blades in the sword-making workshop in Xiaoyuan Village, all of which were forged from fine steel. Even without sharpening, Wei Wen continued to forge without interruption, becoming stronger day by day.
The blades of the four swords given to Mr. Wang were selected from these sword blades.
After leaving the trail, Wei Jing walked along the main street for a while and saw a beggar kneeling on the ground at the intersection ahead, kowtowing and muttering to the passers-by.
Wei Jing saw that there were few businesses and not many pedestrians nearby. Some of the pedestrians passing by the beggar ignored him, while others would throw a few coins into the broken bowl in front of the beggar.
Wei Jing reached out and pressed the money bag at his waist. In the money bag were a few copper coins and some silver coins that Bei Xiaolu rewarded him with.
When passing by the beggar, Wei Jing glanced at him and saw that he was dirty, wearing tattered shorts, and two crutches beside him. It turned out that his legs were gone from the knees down, and the broken parts were swollen and black, and there were some pustules. There was even some pus and blood.
The beggar kept kowtowing to Wei Jing. When they bowed together, the broken parts were squeezed, and more pus and blood flowed out.
Wei Jing even smelled the stench of pus and blood, and saw words written with charcoal on the ground beside the beggar──
"When the evil bandits robbed me and my relatives died tragically, I asked you to help me and collect money to bury my relatives."
Wei Jing saw how pitiful he was, so he reached out to take out money from his waist, pinched two coins and was about to put them into the beggar's broken bowl. He suddenly stopped, took back his hand, and walked away slowly.
The beggar opened his mouth wide at first, then kept kowtowing to him. When he saw him gradually walking away, his expression became fierce, as if he was cursing him.
Wei Jing ignored him, turned around and walked into the side road. He and Ah Xi quietly poked their heads out to look at the beggar from a distance.
It turned out that when he was about to invest money, he felt something was wrong. He thought that his legs were gone from the knees down. How could he walk even with a cane?
I also saw that he was thin and thin, but his thighs were unusually thick under his shorts, which was very strange. Even if he had natural supernatural powers, if he walked to beg with a cane with both hands, the pus and blood from his knees would inevitably drip to the ground, leaving traces. However, he only had a lot of pus and blood dripping from his knees, but not from other places. Bloody.
"Could it be that relatives and friends brought him here to beg for money? That's really strange." Wei Jing looked from a distance. It was still a long time before meeting Bei Xiaolu at dusk. He was not in a hurry to leave, so he stayed At the corner of the alley, I quietly peeked at the beggar, wanting to see how he walked.
After a long while, the beggar still maintained the same behavior. Wei Jing gradually became impatient, so he walked out of the alley, pretending to be fine, and Axi followed him, wagging his tail.
A man and a dog approached the beggar again. He seemed to remember that Wei Jing had just taken back half of the money he had rewarded, and instead of kowtowing to him, he just looked at him fiercely.
Wei Jing walked past the beggar, but the money bag dropped from his waist and rolled to the corner about ten steps away from the beggar, making a rattling sound. Wei Jing whistled and kept walking forward, as if he didn't notice that the money bag was missing.
The beggar remained silent while Wei Jing turned to the other side of the alley. The beggar looked at the entrance of the alley for a long time, then suddenly stood up with his hands on the ground. It turned out that his feet were under his legs, his tattered shorts were open, and his legs were hidden in his pants. The injuries on his knees were naturally fake.
When passers-by at the shop nearby saw the beggar with a broken leg standing up, some were shocked and some spat in disdain, as if it was a common sight. He ignored the gazes of others, cursed coldly and unknown words in his mouth, picked up the broken bowl, crutches and some belongings, and walked crookedly to pick up the money bag.
Suddenly there were several dog barks, and Ah Xi ran out of the alley, took the money bag in his mouth, and ran into the alley.
"Where did you come from, you stinky dog? Stop and spit out my money!" The beggar saw Ah Xi bite the money bag and chased after him in anger.
Although Ah Xi was lame, the injury had healed and he was not running slowly. However, the beggar's legs were sore and weak from kneeling for a long time. Ah Xi ran towards the end of the alley with his money bag in his mouth. Wei Jing suddenly reached out again. When he came back, he took the money bag from Ah Xi's mouth and tied it back to his waist.
"Hey! Why have you grown legs?" Wei Jing raised his head and saw the beggar standing not far in front of him. He deliberately pretended to be surprised and asked. It turned out that after he looked carefully, he found that the beggar was thin all over, but he had a pair of legs kneeling on the ground. The thighs are very thick, and the flaw has already been seen.
In fact, this flaw is very obvious. It’s just that the beggar is dirty and smelly. Most pedestrians will not take a closer look at it. Those who can see it will probably think that it has nothing to do with them, and they will not go out of their way to cause trouble or seek bad luck.
It's just that Wei Jing has a good nature and a clear distinction between love and hate. He has a kind heart, but after all, he has the personality of a child and is not very generous. Although he is grateful to him for being good to him, he can't hold his breath for being bad to him. Last night in The Bawang Inn rewarded the beggar with a few coins, but was cursed by the beggar, which made Wei Jing's scalp numb with anger.
When he saw the beggar who was pretending to have a broken leg, he wanted to play a trick on him. He deliberately lost his money bag and lured the beggar to pick it up, and then asked Ah Xi to take it back, so as to expose his trick to his face.
The beggar looked stunned and became angry. He actually raised his crutch and chased Wei Jing to hit him. Wei Jing let out a haha and ran away. The beggar couldn't run away from Wei Jing, and because his legs were numb and itchy, he could only curse and watch. Wei Jing ran away, and nearby shops looked at him. Some laughed dumbly, and some shook their heads.
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The sun was scorching hot, and one person and one dog were walking slowly.
"Axi, are you tired again? By the way, you haven't eaten well in the past two days. When Bei Xiaolu wins the money back for me, I will buy a big piece of beef for you to eat!" Wei Jing stopped and asked Axi Rest and rub its back.
Ah Xi is an old bitch in her teens. She is running around with Wei Jing these days, and she looks even more aged than sitting leisurely in Xiaoyuan Village.
Wei Jing turned into a crowded street and found a food stall. Using the copper coins he won last night, he ordered two bowls of lard rice and grilled one bowl on the ground for Ah Xi to eat.
While Wei Jing was eating, he saw two beggars sitting side by side at the entrance of the street across the street. One was mute, gesticulating and kowtowing to the passers-by.
One of the eyes was blind, with a pair of big white eyes rolled back and his eyelids trembling.
After Wei Jing finished eating and paid for the meal, he deliberately led Ah Xi to hang around the two beggars, and he had noticed the trick.
It turns out that the two beggars also have many pustules on their bodies, dripping with pus, but these pustules and pus, both in color and smell, are exactly the same as the pus wounds on the beggar who pretended to have a broken leg earlier. They must be the same makeup technique and Material.
"Begging is just begging, why bother pretending like this?" Wei Jing whispered to himself and continued to move towards Huala Street.
Along the way, I saw beggars one after another, squatting or sitting, occupying several streets.
Wei Jing noticed that these beggars were not very old, and some had disabilities, but most of them were pretending.
In some relatively deserted streets, the beggars on the street are not as pitiful as the beggars on the street. Instead, they are in groups, stretching out their hands and waving to every passing customer.
