Chu Yunqing stood on the Yunshui Bridge. The gurgling water under the bridge reflected the lights from the side. From time to time, people walked by on both sides of the river. A few chats were heard. The boats on the water slowly rowed, and the singing girls played the pipa.

In the light and shadow, his face flickered.

He became stronger again. To be precise, just now, the candy man ate it, and two or three months of infuriating energy increased in his body.

Such strange things happened twice today, how could he not be frightened?

But when I looked into it carefully, I didn't realize any clues.

My body is fine, but I feel more comfortable and healthy.

At this time, Chu Yunqing was blown by the cool night breeze and figured out the key.

It is the so-called little assistant. When some strange thoughts appear in one's mind and one obeys their wishes, it will increase the energy or strengthen the body.

But just now, even if I deliberately pretended to be bold in my heart, I was even more reckless than I thought during the day. I had thousands of thoughts, but there was no such cleverness that touched my heartstrings. Naturally, there was no increase in true energy at all, and the thoughts were even less.

Accessible.

This sounds very unbelievable, but Chu Yunqing thought about it and felt it from his own body, and it seemed that there was only this explanation.

He squinted at the sparkling, dark water. So, was this elusive thought really brought up by the assistant?

Even if he has magic skills to penetrate the mysteries, Chu Yunqing has never believed in any ghosts and gods in the world. Otherwise, why are there so many sufferings in the world and evil people running rampant, but the court can't save them?

After a long while, he let out a long breath. Rather than saying that it was the idea that was evoked by some assistant, it was better to say that it was his own intention.

In the past, I didn't even dare to think about it.

But now, it's just going with my heart.

Chu Yunqing smiled inwardly, and after thinking about it, he stopped bothering him.

At the right time, the sound of pipa was approaching, and Ye Bianzhou was about to pass under the bridge. He casually untied his purse and threw it down, turned around and left.

There was a pipa girl sitting behind the canopy of the boat, and her purse fell at her feet. At the stern of the boat, there were a lot of scattered silver and copper plates.

This is a very common daughter boat that sells songs. The woman on the boat is from a poor family, but she keeps her profession as an artist. She is going to the Huai River, the upper reaches of the river in the city, where there are countless boats, brothels with unique atmosphere, and gold-selling caves.

Naturally, a daughter boat like this was not as good as a sailboat, it was very shabby, and they could not earn much money by performing on the Huai River. So they sang and played music along the way, hoping to win some rewards. When they arrived at the Huai River,

This money is the face earned by performing arts. Maybe it can win the attention of a certain young man and prevent him from wandering around again.

But such opportunities are too rare.

People without roots will always endure the pain of duckweed.

All are struggling.

The boat had already passed under the bridge, and the Pipa Girl looked at the figure entering the night in the distance and seemed to smile.

"It's just a gang of bad guys who are trying to spread money." The boatman punted the boat, his tone not less sarcastic.

There was at least a few taels of silver in the purse that fell just now.

"Perhaps he is a frustrated person. His depression has gone and he is now open-minded." Pipa Girl withdrew her gaze.

The water surface rippled and the boat headed towards the place where the lights were brightest.

…

Chu Yunqing arrived at the street during the day and stood at the shop that had been boarded up.

He frowned, looked around, and then walked towards the pawn shop next to him that was still open.

"Hey, Brother Qing'er." The waiter came out early to say hello.

Chu Yunqing nodded, pointed to the shop opposite, and asked, "When did that shop close?"

The guy was stunned and said, "I really didn't pay attention to this."

"Has anyone been here this afternoon? It's a sloppy Taoist with a goatee." Chu Yunqing asked again.

The guy scratched his head and looked embarrassed.

Chu Yunqing frowned, "Have you ever seen that shop open before? In other words, who among the neighbors is familiar with the shopkeeper of that shop?"

The waiter thought seriously for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to look at him, with a look of confusion on his face.

Seeing this, Chu Yunqing felt speechless.

You squat here all day long and don’t know anything?

The pawn shop is very quiet.

Seeing that Chu Yunqing couldn't ask anything, although it was a bit disappointing, he didn't feel dissatisfied and turned around and left.

After a while, a slovenly Taoist with a goatee walked out of the pawn shop.

Zhou Wangchao scratched his beard and squinted at the departing figure.

"Master Chao, how did you get into trouble with him?" The boy beside him was a little curious.

"Why, this guy can't be offended?" Zhou Wangchao smiled.

"That's not true." The clerk said with some hesitation: "He has a good temper and is considered a good person in the Yuanxing Gang. You didn't know it when you first arrived, but he worshiped a sister named Yan Hongran.

This is not a good thing."

Zhou Wangchao became interested, "Fuck sister? Are you pretty?"

The guy choked.

Of course he and the other party are not related, but this afternoon the other party suddenly paid for the half-dead pawn shop and directly became his shopkeeper.

So he no longer dared to look down on this sloppy Taoist. He just wanted to say a few nice words and maybe get some rewards.

However, not to mention in Kanglefang, or in Dongshi, or even in the entire Taiyuan City, who dares to chew Yan Hongran's tongue behind his back?

I'm afraid I don't think my life is too long.

The guy coughed dryly and started to walk back into the house.

Zhou Wangchao looked up at the night sky and murmured: "This shop is half dead, but there will be no more jobs."

When the guy heard this, he came back bravely.

"Beautiful." He gritted his teeth.

Zhou Wangchao raised his eyebrows.

"That Miss Yan, her appearance and figure are beyond praise." The waiter whispered, "She is so beautiful."

"How beautiful?" Zhou Wangchao's eyes lit up.

"How can I put this? It's not just about how beautiful she is, she is really rare..." The clerk looked confused. He wanted to describe it, but he hadn't read any books. After thinking about it for a long time, he still had no words.

Zhou Wangchao sighed, "Then I have to meet him."

The waiter opened his mouth, but still advised: "You still have a long way to go in the future, so don't let your mind wander."

Zhou Wangchao glanced at him, completely ignorant.

…

Chu Yunqing returned home.

The small house was small and empty.

Pushing the door open, he locked the door, watched the water boil, entered the house without holding a lamp, wiped himself with a hot towel, and went to bed.

But in the past, I just fell asleep in bed, but tonight I couldn't sleep.

The moonlight came in through the cracks in the window, it was very bright outside, and there was faint laughter from the night market.

None of this has anything to do with him.

When daily life becomes a habit, the original character and persistence have been worn away, and it is difficult to find it again. Even if you deliberately imitate or miss it, you will no longer have the feeling at that time.

Just like the literati look at the moon in the sky, it changes day by day and year by year.

But today, Chu Yunqing's heart, which was as dead as a dry pond, suddenly came to life, as if a ray of clear spring had been injected into it, gurgling and becoming more and more alive.

I'm back, and all the feelings I had back then are back.

Chu Yunqing closed his eyes and patted his heart.
Chapter completed!