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Hongshoufang, Babao Street.

There are more people here, and the steam from the steamed bun shop makes the sunlight hazy.

Xu Shimo walked slowly forward, feeling the lively atmosphere.

The surroundings were bustling and lively, but as a stranger in a foreign land, he only felt truly present when the steam hit his face.

An argument behind him brought him back to reality.

"Old Liu, don't be ungrateful! This meat is a gift from the Water Dragon King; it's an incredibly good thing that has come your way!"

In front of a pancake stall, two men looked menacing and were dressed in the same clothes, probably from some gang.

But if asked what kind of meat was being rewarded, Xu Shimo looked into the distance and saw that it was carrying a dead fish, the fishy smell of which could be smelled from afar.

The old man behind the pancake stall trembled, utterly terrified of the two people in front of him, and said:

"It is an honor for this old man to receive the reward from the Dragon King, but this one or two taels of silver... is simply beyond our means."

A dead fish that smelled so bad it stank was going to cost one or two taels of silver, and that was in Chihe City, which was right by the water.

This is no match for the Dragon King; even the God of Wealth probably couldn't do this.

Judging from the situation, this was clearly not the first time this had happened, and most of the people around were avoiding it.

"Enough nonsense!" the man wielding the wooden stick roared, then turned and said, "You've angered the Water Dragon King, can your family bear the responsibility? If you can't pay, then use your daughter as compensation—your fourth wife isn't married yet?"

Old Man Liu panicked instantly, grabbing at their sleeves and pleading, "You mustn't! My eldest aunt died by jumping into a well after she got married, my second aunt was killed by bandits on her way to visit relatives, and my third aunt was captured by the Chishui Gang and offered to the River God two years ago. Now only my fourth aunt is left..."

"I don't care about this or that!"

A stick slammed into the old man, making a crisp sound, and the man then kicked him away: "The Red Water Gang can take him, but my Five Poisons Gang can't?"

Xu Shimo hesitated slightly; if this were in the game "Ascension to the Throne," he would have drawn his sword and charged in immediately.

But reality is not a game.

Moreover, he saw several people dressed as constables sitting in a shed in the distance, drinking mutton soup, silently watching all of this without doing anything.

What can I do?

Before Xu Shimo could hesitate, their gazes had already fallen upon him.

"Brother Tiger, look at that guy with the knife, isn't he a bald monk?"

"Hey, this bald monk is even carrying a broken knife."

"Wait, Tiger, it looks like it has hair. This is a Daoist who has returned to the Dao."

"Whether it's Taoism or Buddhism, even if a dragon comes to Chihe County and encounters our Five Poisons Gang, it'll have to coil up!" With that, Tiger shouted again, "Hey!"

Xu Shimo turned around and saw him pick up the rotten fish.

Behind him, Old Man Liu sat on the ground, his body hunched over, looking extremely pained by the blow. A young woman in plain clothes, around sixteen years old, was trying to help him, but he kept pushing her away, her expression clearly indicating that he wanted to drive her away.

Tiger: "Kid, the Dragon King has bestowed a reward..."

Damn your mother!

They're trying to make money off me! They dare to sell me a stinky fish for a tael of silver? Is money really that easy to earn?

Xu Shimo leaped forward and drew his sword with a sizzle.

However, as he swung the knife, he slightly twisted his wrist, and the broad blade slammed down with tremendous angular velocity, striking Tiger on the head with a loud clang.

My head was spinning.

Especially at the back of the head, the blade there carries a greater linear velocity and also carries greater force.

The stinky fish fell to the ground with a thud, and Tiger, still dizzy, also plopped down on his bottom.

Just like that stinky fish.

"You dare hit my Tiger Brother..."

Snapped!

Xu Shimo didn't even use the Black Wind Palm technique; he just swung his arm and slapped Xu Shimo on the head with a buzzing sound.

Another rotten fish collapsed to the ground.

Before he fell, I had only one thought—where did he get such strength?

We've run into a tough opponent.

One tael of silver is worth one thousand coins, enough to buy five hundred sugar figurines or one-third of a Qi and Blood Pill developed by the Taoist Academy, but it can't buy this one rotten fish.

This is a considerable fortune for oneself, let alone for the father and daughter.

However, Xu Shimo immediately sided with the most correct side of the Great Wei Dynasty: "Open your dead fish eyes and look! What bald monk? I was kidnapped by a bald monk, and then I was influenced by the Dao Ancestor and returned to the Dao."

"You, you, you're finished! You dare to mess with the Five Poisons Gang."

The two men writhed and rolled around, their faces swollen with welts, but they still didn't forget to hurl threats.

"Wait, did we say you could leave?"

Xu Shimo looked up and thrust the knife forward, startling the two men who trembled.

He kicked the rotten fish forward and said casually, "The Dao Ancestor has bestowed a reward of one tael of silver."

At this moment, just as at that moment.

However, the one called Tiger couldn't help but retort: ​​"Fuck your Dao Ancestor..."

"Brother Tiger, Brother Tiger, he... he has a knife."

"Hmph, what a piece of junk! I'm not afraid of this!" he said, rummaging through his pockets for a while before throwing a string of coins at the crowd. "I'm doing this to show respect to the Dao Ancestor."

The copper coin fell to the ground, making a pleasant tinkling sound, but Xu Shimo didn't pick it up. Instead, he glanced at another person and uttered three words indifferently:

"and yours?"

Liao!

Both of them cursed inwardly, "Are they bandits? They've never seen such methods before, even though they're from a gang."

"I...I have no money!" The knife was almost pressed against his neck, and the man instantly burst into tears.

Xu Shimo: "You don't respect the Dao Ancestor?"

The man nodded and then shook his head. In the end, the two of them pooled together 847 coins, handed them over in their hands, and secretly watched Xu Shimo's expression.

Xu Shimo: "The Dao Ancestor said that sincerity is the most important thing. Get lost."

He originally wanted them to eat the rotten fish, but then he thought it was too smelly and worried about getting his hands dirty.

After receiving the money, Xu Shimo walked up to the father and daughter, thought for a moment, and grabbed a handful of copper coins.

Not many, but not few either.

It was probably a few hundred coins.

Old Man Liu naturally declined, and even turned around to show concern for Xu Shimo: "Great hero, you've offended the Five Poisons Gang..."

"It's alright," Xu Shimo forced the money over, "I've already asked the Dao Ancestor."

"The Dao, the Dao Ancestor? What did the Dao Ancestor say?"

A sweet and gentle voice rang out. The owner of the voice had a beautiful and pure face, and her eyes were full of purity. It was Liu Si Niang.

Xu Shimo: "The Taoist patriarch said, 'Good.'"

Should I avoid the Five Poisons Gang?

Once I've learned the sword technique, I'll buy a few pills, then head straight up the mountain. With the [Heavenly Secret] in my possession, I'll lie low and practice martial arts diligently. Sooner or later, I'll crush the Five Poisons Gang.

It's a pity, I didn't expect that going up the mountain would have been the best option.

He originally wanted to join the Chishui Gang. He thought that someone like him, who had offended the rival gang, would definitely be well protected by the gang leader. But it seemed that the Chishui Gang wasn't a good thing either.

Finally, the father and daughter thanked him profusely before leaving, and even gave Xu Shimo a few cakes.

"Father, let's go to Chongxu Temple to offer incense to the Taoist Ancestor."

"it is good."

"..."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the way they looked at Xu Shimo began to change.

Including those few constables who drank mutton offal soup.

Suddenly, the group stood up and exclaimed, "Taxi!"

Xu Shimo turned around.