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Chapter 195 A day in the life of Yang Qingyun

It has been rainy for several days, but today the sun finally showed its face, and the moist ground gradually dried out.

An orange-striped cat lies down, spread out, and enjoys the sunshine.

"rustle--"

The wind blows the bamboo leaves.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps. The cat looked up and found that the sound was on the other side of the wall. It relaxed and turned over.

However, someone also came on this side of the wall. She was a burly woman, wearing a short cloth, full of vitality, like a wolf and a tiger, which scared the cat and hid behind the bamboo.

Yang Qingyun was depressed: "Why are you afraid of me? I won't eat you."

After taking two steps, she heard someone pleading on the other side of the wall:

"Help me Rui'er!
"You have found your spiritual roots and escaped from slavery. You will become a monk in the future, and everyone will look up to you!
"What about me? I will be a servant until I die!
"Please take pity on me and ask the hall master to let me stay in my ancestral home..."

A familiar male voice.

Yang Qingyun remembered that he seemed to be a waiter in the dining hall. His name was Xiao Sheng or Xiao Sheng?I can’t remember clearly, but I’ve spoken to him before and I’d probably recognize him if we met him in person.

Unintentionally eavesdropping, she moved her feet, performed the spirit snake footwork taught by Pei, and suddenly disappeared quietly.

Approaching the back door of the ancestral home, Yang Qingyun stopped.

The low-level monk guarding the door was looking at her.

She smiled at him, crossed the threshold, and entered the street.

Avoiding the carts transporting ingredients, she nodded to the person who said hello and saw several boys surrounding the drainage channel, whispering to each other.

One took a branch and poked it in, and the other put his hand in. It seemed that there was a small animal hidden inside.

She pricked up her ears.

There was a whooshing sound underground, something crawled across quickly, and then——

"Crack!" The bones were bitten off.

"what!"

The boy was screaming.

Opening his eyes in surprise, Yang Qingyun discovered that the boy who reached into the drainage channel had an index finger missing from his retracted hand.

Blood splattered on the ground and he cried in agony.

She rushed to his side in an instant, picked up the branches thrown on the ground, and stabbed them into the drainage channel.The thin branches were like swords, stabbing the vicious animal in the darkness. It dropped the fingers in its mouth and ran away screaming.

After picking up the severed finger, Yang Qingyun picked up the injured boy and went straight to the hospital.

Unfortunately, his severed finger was severely damaged.

Even if there are medical practitioners in the medical center, they can't reattach a severed finger.

After coming out of the medical clinic, Yang Qingyun was in a bad mood.

She crossed three streets and came to the bun shop at the entrance of the alley.

There is a long queue here, which makes other people buying breakfast jealous.

After a moment of hesitation, Yang Qingyun joined the team. Who told her not to have breakfast in the dining hall?
"Oh, are you General Yang?" Someone immediately gave up his position and said with a flattering look, "Please go first!"

Hearing the familiar male voice, Yang Qingyun looked at the man who smiled attentively.

He said: "My name is Xiao Sheng. I ran errands in the dining hall. I have seen you many times. Do you still remember? General Yang, you look very majestic in armor. You are also very majestic without armor. No wonder you can be a little ancestor." His right-hand man..."

"Can you ask me for anything?" Yang Qingyun asked.

"Well, the villain is indeed in trouble. If the general is willing-"

"I don't want to."

Yang Qingyun interrupted him.

When Pei Ruxi checked the cultivation level of his clan members, the maid Rui'er was there to take notes.

As a general appointed by Pei Ruxi, Yang Qingyun had dealt with Ruier.She has a gentle temper and is serious about her work. She usually does not refuse other people's requests.

But she rejected Xiao Sheng.

Is there something wrong with her, or is there something wrong with Xiao Sheng?
In Yang Qingyun's view, it is of course a small victory.

Unexpectedly, Yang Qingyun's refusal was so ruthless, Xiao Sheng's face became stiff.

After a long while, he held on to his last hope and said: "General, please go first!"

"No need." Yang Qingyun was taking a bath and had no shortage of time to queue up.

After a while, Xiao Sheng left sadly holding a paper bag of buns.

He didn't hold a copper coin firmly in his hand, it fell to the ground with a clang and rolled away.

He chased after him and picked it up. Another copper coin also fell to the ground and almost rolled into the smelly drainage channel.

He wanted to pick up the copper coin, but he moved his fingers and the coin fell into the wet mud.

If a person is unlucky, everything will not go his way.

Cursing silently, Xiao Sheng picked up the copper coins again and put them in his pocket.

Feeling itchy on his fingers, he took a closer look.

There was a thin scratch on the finger, the skin was broken, and there was very little blood.

The injury was minor, but it was heartbreaking.

……

In front of the bun shop, Yang Qingyun was still waiting in line. He felt a little hot and couldn't help but pull his collar.

Not everyone has enough patience. Two men wearing animal skins wanted to jump in line. She shouted, and the two men looked at her. One of them walked towards her with a curse: "Are you looking for a fight?"

After subduing him with one move, Yang Qingyun smelled the stench of not taking a shower for a long time and frowned in disgust: "Behave yourself and don't make trouble!"

After being let go, the man ran away quickly, muttering to his companions.

Afterwards, the two of them lined up obediently.

Yang Qingyun looked around and frowned again when he saw several other outsiders who had come to Luoxia City not long ago.

After a while, it was the person in front of her's turn to buy steamed buns, and he asked, "How many more meat buns are there?"

"Fifty."

"Put it all up." The man took out the money. "Wait a minute, can you give me twenty meat buns?" What Yang Qingyun wanted to eat was the meat buns.

"This..." The man was embarrassed, "I have to ask Mr. Lang."

Is he a servant?

Following his gaze, Yang Qingyun saw a carriage with the Lin family crest, in which sat a young and handsome mortal man who looked similar to Pei Xiangrong and had a gloomy expression.

Looking at Yang Qingyun casually, he lowered the curtains.

The wind rolled up a corner of the curtain, and the decoration inside the car was vaguely visible, and the appearance of the person in the car was hidden behind the curtain.

"Sorry! Please forgive me, General Yang!" The servant said helplessly and pitifully, "Mr. Lang... he is not in a good mood."

"It's okay, I'll buy steamed buns."

"Thank you, General Yang!" The servant breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the carriage holding a large paper bag filled with meat buns.

People in line whispered:

"Who is this? Is he not afraid of offending General Yang?"

"Hush, he is the nephew of the Pei family's young ancestor, and he is married to the Lin family's female foundation-building monk!"

"He? The little ancestor didn't go to the wedding banquet on the day he got married. Do you think the little ancestor would care about him? Hahaha..."

"Thirty white steamed buns." Yang Qingyun ignored it and said to the boss, "Twenty grain steamed buns. This is money."

"Okay, thank you sir."

In the car, Pei Lixing listened to the noise outside and took a bite of the meat bun.

The fragrant juice gushed out, making him groan and never dare to lose sight again.

"Mr. Lang?" the servant was worried.

Licking his injured lips, Pei Lixing said, "I'm fine, you..." He hesitated, "Give [-] meat buns to Guard Yang and say I'll treat her to them."

Unable to suppress the greed in his stomach, Yang Qingyun thanked Pei Lixing for his kindness, took the buns and buns into the alley, and came to a courtyard.

She and her brother lived here before moving into the ancestral home.

Before I could cancel the lease, my brother...

Avoiding chicken droppings on the ground and reckless children, Yang Qingyun nodded to his former neighbors who were washing clothes, washing vegetables, and sharpening knives.Looking at the new faces that had recently moved in, she came to the rented room and kicked:
"Open the door!"

"Go away! I don't have a girl like you! Wouldn't you feel guilty if you exchanged your brother's life for glory and wealth?"

There was an angry roar immediately in the room, and it was clear that the injury was very good.

With a bang, Yang Qingyun kicked the door open.

It was a mess inside, with rubbish on the floor. Her brother was covering her up with a quilt and staring at her, still staying in bed.

Throwing the multigrain steamed bun to him, she sneered: "Use my healing medicine to get me out. Do you want me to beat you back to your original state?"

The pain of forgetfulness came to mind, and Yang Qingshan hid under the quilt: "Sister, I am your brother..." He was so aggrieved that he shed tears, "Can't you hit me more gently? I was almost beaten to death by you!"

"You deserve to die," Yang Qingyun took out the meat bun and ate it, "You have the guts to offend Foundation Establishment Monk. If you don't deserve to die, who deserves to die?"

"The patriarch promoted me, so my little ancestor has to give face to her father, the patriarch, right?" Yang Qingshan got up and grabbed the meat buns, "Why did you buy so many steamed buns? I don't like eating them!"

"It seems that you haven't gone out these days, and no one has come to see you." He slapped him back on the bed, and Yang Qingyun briefly described Pei's drastic changes.

She was so shocked that her brother dropped his buns: "Little, little ancestor is so cruel?"

Yang Qingyun was still frightened: "Can she be the ancestor if she is not fierce? Fortunately, I beat you, otherwise you think you can survive to this day?"

The difference between immortals and mortals is insurmountable!

Don't you see, Pei Lixing is related to his little ancestor, so he lowers his stature and invites her to eat meat buns?
The patriarch of the family, his father, fell and he lost his backer, so he wanted to catch up with his talented aunt Pei Ruxi.

But Yang Qingyun's brother didn't want to think deeply: "Are you still reasonable in betraying your brother for glory?" He rolled his eyes and looked at her, "Oh, your strength has improved a lot! Being a guard for your little ancestor has many benefits. Take me with you too...forget it, monks are hard to take care of, and I don’t want to die."

"You said you were willing to be a slave." Yang Qingyun ate a meat bun in two mouthfuls and glanced sideways at his brother who suddenly fell in love with him. "Hurry up and recover from your injuries and return to the ancestral home to work, otherwise the little ancestor will be angry..."

She had a dry mouth after giving her brother a lesson.

There was no water in the house, so Yang Qingyun wanted to go out and boil a pot.

"咚咚-"

The old neighbor knocked on the door with a pot of tea and said with a smile: "Qingyun Nizi, can I sit down and talk?"

……

It was sunset when he left the compound, and Yang Qingyun brought a crumpled letter, which was written to Pei Asi from Pei Asi's sister.

She really couldn't figure it out, how could this letter be handed to her?
The bun shop has long been closed, the streets are full of children, and the nearby school is out.

The low-level monks in charge of patrols were wandering here. The leader was said to be the direct young master of Tianlinggen of the Su family. His cultivation level was far inferior to that of his little ancestor, and his aura was even weaker.

I heard that his sister, who has average qualifications, has already established her foundation, while he is still in the Qi refining stage.

Hehe, Miss Tong Fei who visited the little ancestor last night was better than him.

The hawker carried a straw pole full of candied haws on a stick to sell. Yang Qingyun, who didn't like eating these things, bought a bunch and walked into the medical center.

The boy with the broken finger lay sickly.

His parents coaxed him to eat meat, but he refused, making them anxious.

Returning to the backstreet of his ancestral home, Yang Qingyun gave the candied haws of sugar to a little girl he knew.

The child was wearing thin clothes and had bare feet, shivering in the evening breeze. After receiving the candied haws, he was so happy that he kept saying thank you.

Stepping through the back door, Yang Qingyun was in trouble.

The dining hall and the school are on different roads, which one should we go to first?

eat first!
She ate steamed buns at noon, but there was no oil or water, and she was so hungry that her stomach growled.

After ordering a dinner with more meat and less rice, Yang Qingyun paid a spirit coin and thought: With this food, it is not impossible to be a general in the Pei family for the rest of his life.

Eating out, or before Pei Dongfeng became the master of the hall, such a dinner cost at least two spirit coins.

After all, the food contains a small amount of spiritual energy, which is not a high-level spiritual meal.

It is beneficial and harmless for mortals to eat, but it will make them feel fuller.

Just like a Qi Refining monk who eats the meat of a foundation-building monster, he will feel full after eating one piece, but eating more than one piece will make his whole body uncomfortable.Because meat has too much spiritual energy and is difficult to digest.

(End of this chapter)