Volume 1 Artifacts from Heaven Chapter 9 Arriving at Spring Water City
Yang Fengtian returned home. The house was empty, and his mother's shadow was everywhere, as if he had never left.
At noon, "Xiaotian, come and eat some noodles. Aunt Huang made some noodles. You eat it first. If it's not enough, I'll give you more." Aunt Huang next door brought a bowl of hot noodles. "If it's not enough, don't mix it with Huang." You're welcome, Aunt Huang, as long as Aunt Huang has something to stutter, she will never let you go hungry!"
"That's enough, that's enough. Thank you Aunt Huang. The noodles you make are so delicious!" Yang Fengtian quickly bowed to Aunt Huang.
"Then eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold. Aunt Huang has to go back and feed your brother first. If you need anything, just call me and let's go!" Aunt Huang hurried home to feed the child.
As Yang Fengtian ate the noodles, he remembered the taste of the noodles made by his mother, tears fell into the bowl, and his mother's kind smile appeared in front of his eyes.
"I must avenge my mother, and relying on neighbors to help me is not an option. My mother said that a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement." Yang Fengtian wiped away his tears and said firmly: "I must avenge my mother, and I must cultivate and become an immortal. !”
After Yang Fengtian made up his mind, he ate up the bowl of noodles in two or two mouths, packed a few sets of clothes and the remaining silver at home into a package, and left a note for the village chief explaining his whereabouts!
Before leaving, Yang Fengtian went to his mother's grave and bang-bang-bang-kowtowed at the grave four times.
Then, he stood up resolutely, gritted his teeth and ran towards the direction of Quanshui City.
At noon in Quanshui City, countless vendors flooded the streets, shouting loudly to do business.
The city of Quanshui was crowded with people. They were in small groups, walking, riding ox carts, horse-drawn carriages, carrying burdens, pushing carts, carrying baskets, and all kinds of pedestrians rushing towards the city.
Yang Fengtian has been to Quanshui City several times and is already used to it!
He had just arrived here and couldn't care less about traveling around. The most important thing now was to find someone to find out when the cultivation sect would come to Quanshui City to recruit disciples.
"I don't know, I don't know, go away. If you don't buy anything, go away. Don't hinder my business."
"Cultivation? If you don't find a good job, you are so ambitious all day long. Do you think it is so easy to cultivate?"
"Oh, this is my first time coming to Fountain City, so I don't know much about it either!"
"The cultivation sect accepts apprentices? I heard that it accepts apprentices once every three years, but the specific time has not been determined yet!"
"You'll know best if you ask me about this, hehehe, but before you answer, shouldn't you give me some lip service?"
Yang Fengtian asked dozens of people one after another. Basically, they either didn't know or didn't know, or they wanted to defraud him of his money.
The more Yang Fengtian asked, the more anxious he became. A man bumped into him and was knocked to the ground. When he reacted, the man was gone!
"Child, quickly check if there is anything missing in your package? That person is not a good person. He has been staring at you for a long time!" The uncle next to him kindly reminded him in a low voice.
When Yang Fengtian heard this, he quickly checked the package and found that the remaining silver was missing.
"The money is gone, what can we do?" Yang Fengtian lost the energy to ask for directions. He felt that all his strength was gone, so he found a corner and sat down, really like a little beggar!
The sky is getting darker and darker, and there are obviously fewer pedestrians on the road.
"Gulu~Guru~" Yang Fengtian's stomach made an unsatisfactory sound.
Yang Fengtian suddenly smelled the aroma of freshly baked steamed buns, and his body involuntarily came to a bun shop.
In the bun shop, there was a short, dark, fat man quickly packing a large bag of steamed buns, and he was looking around while packing.
The little fat man found Yang Fengtian staring blankly at the steamed buns that had just come out of the pot, and asked tentatively: "Do you want to buy steamed buns?"
Yang Fengtian swallowed his saliva and replied timidly: "My money has been stolen. I have no money."
"It's okay, then, I'll treat you!" The little fat man grabbed a big steamed bun and threw it to Yang Fengtian.
Yang Fengtian quickly caught the steamed bun. He was so hungry that he had no time to say thank you, so he stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and ate it.
Suddenly not far away, a bald man held up his belt and chased after him while cursing: "You damn little fat man, I just went to the toilet for a while, and you came to steal my steamed buns again. You brought helpers today, stop here."
, don’t run.”
"Oh my god, why do you go to the toilet so fast?" The little fat man quickly ran away carrying the package of steamed buns.
Yang Fengtian had half a steamed bun stuffed in his mouth. He was confused and at a loss.
"What are you still doing? Run away. You are an accomplice now. Are you still waiting to be caught?" Seeing Yang Fengtian not moving, the little fat man grabbed his hand and ran away together!
"Don't let me catch you, you damn little fat man" came the curse from the steamed bun shop owner behind him. This chapter has been completed!