Hualiu Lane in Changpingfang, Qingzhou City is a very remote alley with extremely dilapidated houses. People living here are the lowest-level peddlers and pawns. Half of them can’t even eat enough, and half of them run around naked are everywhere.

There are some articles on the name of Hualiu Lane. It is said that in the early years, a group of older women in brothels could no longer serve others by sex, and they could not find a home, so they gathered here to live.

Most women in brothels have a hard life. They either have poor children who are sold out or are officials and female family members who are punished by the law. However, their hard life does not mean that they are virtuous and skillful. After they come out of brothels, most of them have no skills to make a living. After spending some savings in their early years, they can only return to their old careers.

However, these people are no longer in appearance, and now they serve mud legs. They can't afford the price and will not pay high prices to them. Therefore, their lives are becoming more and more difficult, and they are basically dying from poverty, which is desolate.

In any case, because of their existence, this alley is called the Lane of the Canceled Flowers and Defeated Willows, which is referred to as Hualiu Lane for short.

Mu Ge'er has been born in Hualiu Lane since childhood. His father is a bricklayer and his skills are usually lame. His mother's eyes are not good, and he can't see things clearly if the light is weak. Therefore, his family is poor. But at least he is from a innocent family and is a serious good family.

Brother Mu learned craftsmanship from his father since he was a child. Although he was young, he was very sensible. He was not only hard-working, but also quite intelligent. Although he was less than sixteen years old, he was already an important labor force in his family.

Mu Ge'er's father was very pleased with this, hoping that the other party could inherit his mantra and carry forward his ancestral craftsmanship. The world is good now, and there are many people who repair houses and build houses. The masons don't have to worry about food and clothing. If they work harder, they might even be able to get a good wife.

Originally, his father's idea was Mu Ge'er's idea. He had set his ambition when he was a child to become the best bricklayer in Changpingfang or even Qingzhou City, and he has been moving towards this goal. If the goal is achieved, it is no problem to eat and wear warmth, and maybe he can still have some money.

In Hualiu Lane, there are only a few families with wealth. They are all walking on the road with their backs straight and looking at the neighbors with only the corner of their eyes. Who doesn’t envy them?

Those families are also the objects used by adults to motivate their disobedient boys - of course, sometimes, it is also an excuse for children to vent their anger when life is not going well.

Among the younger generation in Hualiuxiang, Mu Ge'er is a benchmark figure and has been praised by neighbors many times.

But since two years ago, a down-and-out young man moved into Hualiu Lane, the situation has changed.

The other party lives next to Mu Ge'er. He has never seen him work on weekdays. He drinks and lives every day. He doesn't say anything in a daze, but he doesn't even clone the border. In the eyes of the people in Hualiuxiang, this is simply the biggest sin in the world.

Not to mention the peddlers and pawns, even those who steal, as long as they are not working, they will dress themselves cleanly and neatly. It seems that for those of them who have nothing, keeping their faces clean and neatly dressed is the last bottom line and dignity of being a human being.

Although the dirt in their fingernails cannot be cleaned all year round.

"This guy must be unclear. He has never seen him work, but he still has money to drink. You have to stay away from him and don't betrayed by him. Life is not like this!" His mother often reminded Brother Mu in this way.

It’s a pity that Brother Mu didn’t listen to his mother’s words.

In his spare time, Brother Mu often walks around the down-and-out Hakka for one or two hours. He doesn't go to eat and drink freely, but he looks down on this guy at first, and sometimes he doesn't go to say hello to him.

But once, he was late to return home after work. He was stopped by several gangsters on the road, forced him to the corner of the street and punched him and almost got his salary that he had just obtained in his arms. At that time, the down-and-out guest who had lost his left arm came home with wine and passed by the entrance of the alley.

In desperation, Mu Ge'er shouted help.

He actually didn't have any hope for the down-and-out guest. He could only instinctively say a word, but the other party stopped and looked at him. His long scattered hair covered his eyes, his waist and back were not straightened, and his clothes were even cross-body. No matter how you look at it, you can't take a look.

But when those gangsters were so fierce that they asked the other party to get out quickly, otherwise they would be beautiful, and the down-and-out guest in the wine jar would move.

After a long time, Mu Ge'er still couldn't forget the scene at that time.

Under the last ray of sunset, the beggar-like wine lover stepped out in one step and went from the entrance of the alley to the middle of the alley, moving as fast as a ghost. The gangsters who beat Mu Ge'er to the point of his nose and face, before they could react, screamed and flew backwards one after another.

The angrily-eyed Mu Ge'er didn't see clearly how the down-and-out guest took action. He only remembered that after the local gangsters fell heavily to the ground, the down-and-out guest's hair fell down and his clothes floated back made the other party look like an immortal.

The down-and-out guest did not talk to Mu Ge'er, nor did he stop. After the fight, he turned around and left with the wine jar in his arms, his head still drooped, as if he was unwilling to face the world.

"This is a monk!" Mu Ge'er, who realized this, immediately jumped up from the ground.

For a bricklayer living in Hualiu Lane, a monk is an existence above the clouds and can be seen from afar, but it is unattainable. There is a difference between the two and there will be no intersection.

And now, his neighbor is actually a monk! Mu Ge'er never felt that the distance between him and the monk was so close that he was within reach.

Since then, Brother Mu ran to the down-and-out Hakka if he has something to do. Even if the other party doesn't care about him far away, he doesn't care. He often asks about things around him, and sometimes saves his own money to buy wine for him.

Facts have proved that a person who can help others when he sees injustice is not really cold-blooded. Even if the down-and-out guest is extremely reluctant to communicate with others, with Mu Ge'er's unremitting efforts, he eventually becomes friends with the other party.

Mu Ge'er's parents were naturally heartbroken. They felt that their children were going to be taken away by others. They sternly told him not to go to the next door countless times. Mu Ge'er had no choice but to tell the truth that the other party was a monk, saying that he might become a monk.

"Okay, you guy, actually learned to lie!"

My father was so angry that his eyes widened. He picked up a broom and started chasing Mu Ge'er all over the room, "What kind of monk is a monk? He is a noble god! According to what you said, the other party is a Qi training monk. Do you know how many ranks of officials can a Qi training monk be? Such a big man, with wealth and wealth, would he be an alcoholic?

"You bastard, you really have the courage to fool me with such nonsense. You can tell me about this kind of nonsense. Tell me if you are stealing with the other party? See if I won't beat you to death!"

Brother Mu was beaten up and down.

But he did not change his original intention and still secretly hang out with the down-and-out guest.

So, he was beaten more times.

"Uncle Feiyang, your name is so strange. Who has the surname Fei?" Under the bright moonlight, Mu Ge'er and the down-and-out guest sat on the broken wall, and the latter drank wine to the full moon without any hesitation.

"How many times have you told you, don't call me uncle. I'm still very young... Forget it, just like you." Yang Fei wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes were blurred, "As for why he called Feiyang, everyone called that, just call him. Or, you can call him whatever you want."

After Mu Ge'er's repeated begging, Yang Fei agreed to teach the other party some practices, "The practice of practice cannot be leaked without authorization, but I can teach you some methods of body refining to lay the foundation.

"Now Qingzhou has opened a practice academy, and it will be time to recruit new students soon. If you really want to become a monk, you can just go to the exam. However, the college only recruits good children. Are you a good family?"

"Of course I'm a good son!"

Mu Geer jumped off the wall excitedly, "What is that cultivation academy? Is it the cultivation sect that opened by whom? I heard that these cultivation sects are very strict in recruiting disciples and they also need to offer a lot of money. You know the situation at my family, where can I afford it?"

Yang Fei smiled, "Qingzhou Practice College is a practice college opened by the imperial court. It is considered a branch of the famous Chang'an Practice College. As long as you can pass the exam, you can enter the academy to practice. Not only do you have to pay money, but the college will also take care of your food and accommodation.

"If you have a successful cultivation level and rank among the best, the academy will also have silver and money rewards. And if you can become a Qi training monk, you can have an official position and you can receive a salary from the court from then on! At that time, you won't have to be a bricklayer."

These words made Mu Geer feel rippled and his eyes shining. He couldn't believe it: "Can I really enter the academy to practice? Can I still be an official?"

Yang Fei understood Mu Ge'er's psychology. He was just a bricklayer in Hualiuxiang. His biggest hope in his life was to marry a good wife and have wealth. Now that he learned that he had the opportunity to change his destiny, become a monk like a god, and be able to become an official, he naturally couldn't believe it for a while.

Yang Fei took a big sip of wine and said lightly: "As long as you can pass the exam, I have seen your qualifications. Although you are not a stunning person, you are much better than ordinary people. It is still possible to enter the academy."

Brother Mu was so happy that he danced with joy, punched and kicked his legs randomly, and finally calmed down a little.

"Uncle Feiyang, who are you? Are you a qi-training monk? Logically speaking, you should be an official of the court. How could you live in Hualiu Lane and join us now?" Brother Mu was still precocious and soon thought of this series of questions.

An extremely deep look of pain flashed through Yang Fei's eyes.

He used to be a clerk in Qingzhou. He accidentally met Li Ye, who had just arrived in Qingzhou and served as the governor of Pinglu in his early years, and his life became different from that. When Li Ye summoned the monks in the martial arts world for his own use, he successfully joined the Qingyi Yamen through layers of screening.

In the carriage, Yang Fei was the best-qualified monk, but after entering the Qingyi Yamen, he became like everyone else, and was even at the middle and lower level, and had no hope of practicing Qi in his life. But even so, because of his clever nature and bravery, Yang Fei also made some contributions and had an official position as a fifth-rank official.
Chapter completed!