Chapter 464 Beggars’ Stronghold, Xiaodao Lane

The small windmill costs one tael, which is a bit expensive, but the skinny man didn't fool him. The exquisite mechanism of Tianji Dao and the rare materials can be seen by the naked eye to those who know a little bit about it.

The starting price is one tael, which is reasonable.

Seeing Li Changxiao, he paid without hesitation.

The thin man began to smile to Li Changxiao and introduce its functions. First of all, this small windmill is more of a plaything, but it also has a hidden mechanism. A warrior can inject internal force to make it rotate quickly, forming a large airflow.

Deep in the forest, when surrounded by poisonous gas, it can work wonders.

Li Changxiao gave it a try. The windmill whirred, and the air flow made his hair fly. There was also a hint of coolness. He immediately fell in love with the windmill even more and couldn't wait to put it in his pocket.

"Master, actually, I like that sword better than this one."

After leaving Tianji Pavilion, after thinking about it for a long time, Liu Qier couldn't help but say.

"..." Li Changxiao looked at Liu Qier and said bluntly: "It's not for you. I don't intend to accept you as my disciple."

After saying this, he looked at the small windmill. As he walked, the windmill gradually rotated and emitted a beautiful light. Children aged three or two like it the most.

Li Changxiao entered the dream space. If Mei Jiao Niang was here with such novel things, she would definitely be unable to move forward. If she went back to the past, she would be afraid that this person and the donkey would stay again. Li Changxiao went to beg the boss, First, he set up the windmill, and then worked hard. He went to visit the nursing home and earned some hard money, and Meijiao Niang went to help people transport goods and also earned some hard money.

At least it took more than a month to raise enough money to buy the windmill. Then Li Changxiao rode Mei Jiao Niang, and Mei Jiao Niang ran happily away from the city with the windmill in her mouth.

It's just that Mei Jiao Niang is dead, and Li Changxiao happens to have some money on him, so he buys the windmill. It's not like he misses someone for seeing it. He's not that pretentious, he just wants to buy it.

Liu Qier chuckled and didn't care about those words. He only thought it was the reserve of an expert. There are many stories in the storybooks of storytellers in restaurants that only teach skills without accepting apprentices. Liu Qier doesn't care, as long as he can teach him how to practice.

This master, it doesn't matter whether you worship him or not, but you have to give him everything you have, don't hide it, that would be too unkind, it would be like having a child... Liu Qier thought so.

On the way, Liu Qier raised his head slightly, sometimes the golden rooster stood alone, sometimes the tiger came out of the mountain, and the two dragons came out of the sea... He seemed to have become a martial arts master.

"What are you looking at?"

When someone looked at him curiously, he stopped and asked arrogantly.

At this time, pedestrians will leave in a hurry, no one wants to get into trouble with a beggar who has nothing.

There are fifteen beggar strongholds in Qingrao City, some large and some small. There is one hidden in Xiaodao Lane in the west of the city.

The alley was dark and damp, and even though it hadn't rained, the ground was very muddy. Expensive boots would definitely sink deeply if you stepped on them.

There is also the stench of feces and urine, which makes people afraid to approach. Qingrao City is rich, and most of the streets and alleys in the city are paved with stone slabs. In the abundant streets, bricks are laid in an orderly manner, the pavement is smooth and clean, and regularly maintained.

Ordinary streets may have potholes, but they are generally smooth, except for this small alley, where the stone slabs go and the mud comes from.

When I thought about it carefully, I realized that it was the beggar who had lifted up the bricks and sold them. Mud is mixed with feces and urine, so even if you are a god from heaven, you still have to walk away with some mud.

He really exposed his dark nature. The beggar didn't say anything, but it made the residents miserable. At night, there was harassment from time to time.

Sometimes when having sex at night, there are beggars outside the window making noises, whistling or other things. Those who have the ability mostly save money and leave the alleys.

The culprit, the leader of Little Knife Alley, opened a casino in the depths of Little Knife Alley. It's a casino, but most of its customers are beggars.

Three taels of copper is enough to keep shouting for a whole day. Sometimes if you owe money, your population, bread, and places to beg can be used to pay off the debt.

Liu Qier's mentality was complicated. Although he wanted to learn skills from Baiyi, learn to cultivate immortality, seek fortune, and ask for immortality, he was jealous and wanted to see him touch some dirt.

Therefore, among the fifteen strongholds, he first took Bai Yi to the dirtiest and smelliest knife alley.

He is a beggar and is not afraid of dirt and smell, but what will happen to this god-like person? ...Liu Qier took a sneak peek.

But I saw Li Changxiao walking into Xiaodao Alley with a smile, but his feet were not stained with mud. It was extremely magical.

Seeing this, Liu Qier became even more convinced that he was a god. He quickly put away his little thoughts and his already flattering face became even more flattering.

It was approaching noon. Occasionally, we can see a few beggars sitting on the roadside, looking at the two outsiders.

The look in his eyes was quite terrifying, sending chills down his spine. Ordinary people would never dare to come here.

Liu Xiaodao led Li Changxiao to the casino deep in the alley. Before they even got close, the sounds of betting, yelling, and fighting floated over.

"Liu Qier, you little bastard, how dare you come here!"

"Mother, you owe me those two steamed buns and three copper coins. When will I get them?"

In the casino.

A lean beggar was sitting on a broken wooden chair, one leg bent upright, one leg on the ground, shouting from side to side, looking at him fiercely.

There are scars on the face and resentment in the eyes.

Chewing on a moldy piece of bread.

"Brother Dao." Liu Qi'er was stunned for a moment and replied with a stiff neck.

"Hey, isn't this Liu Zi? You were beaten up last time, how dare you come here?"

"Hahaha, that's how lucky you are."

…

The beggars turned around and burst into laughter when they saw the visitor. Liu Qier hid behind Li Changxiao, not daring to say a word.

He owed a lot of money in this casino.

Li Changxiao ignored the commotion and glanced at the crowd.

He locked onto four of them. As he had guessed, the descendants of the three major families in Qingrao City were hiding among the beggars in the city.

Li Changxiao mainly observed, supplemented by dreams. Even if he had never met them, he could find them immediately.

He just couldn't call their names. He walked to the front of each of the four people, lightly tapped them, and was about to take them away.

Brother Dao, who was standing by, really didn't want to, "Hey! They are my servants, what are you doing?"

Brother Dao stood up, took out a knife from his back, and started to play with it, looking at Li Changxiao with a bad face.

This made a scene.

The beggars cheered immediately and surrounded the venue. They just liked to watch the excitement.

"Brother Dao, come on, Brother Dao, come on."

The beggars cheered and cheered.

Liu Qier was mixed in the crowd. Logically, he should have cheered for Li Changxiao, but he was frightened and kept silent. He even whispered to cheer for Brother Dao.

But it was also ridiculous. Cowardly, drifting with the flow, but pretentious. Li Changxiao is a person who is not stingy in giving. If there are a few things about Liu Qier that can make him appreciate, look at him sideways, or even pity him.

He might be able to help him get out of the quagmire.

But so far, Liu Qier is really hard to look at.

"Servant?"

Li Changxiao was stunned. He underestimated Xiaozhen's cruelty.

These descendants of the three clans have never offended her. It is not enough to be demoted to beggars, but they also serve as servants for beggars.

Lower level.

"That's right, servants! Not only mine, but also everyone's, don't you think so?" Brother Dao shouted.

Everyone cheered and catered.

After saying that, Brother Dao rushed over with a knife.

Li Changxiao sighed. In this situation, if he drew his sword, Qingping Sword would be so angry that it would turn purple.

Li Changxiao stretched out his hand, and the big tree outside the casino shook, and a thin branch floated into his hand.

Since he was too lazy to talk nonsense, he used some language that they could understand.

(It’s almost one million words without me noticing, ヾ(๑╹ヮ╹๑)ﾉ”, thank you all for your support!)