The next day. When Li Mo got up early in the morning, he saw that Murong's residence was busy, with maids and servants coming in and out. When I walked to the door, I saw Mr. Murong personally directing everyone to work. "Li Xiaoyou, you're awake." Murong Hai turned around, his face looked completely different from the drunken one he had just yesterday: "I have transferred food from Hengtong Trading Company, and the charity hall can be set up today." "Take the trouble." Li Mo took out the banknotes he had prepared long ago from his sleeve. "Since you follow the family motto and do good, you should not be generous to others. I hope the old man will not refuse." "I'm very grateful to be able to use the reputation and manpower of the Murong family."
Of course, when it comes to investment feedback, you should do it yourself. Silver is the most indispensable thing for him. "My little friend has a kind heart that puts the old man to shame." Murong Hai nodded and called the housekeeper who was passing by: "Go and wake Xiao'er up to help." "Send someone else to go to the city and spread the word. Well... let Xiao'er go." "yes." ... same day. In the streets of Ziyang Fucheng, a man beat gongs and drums, attracting many people's attention. "Qingyuan Sect Li Zhenzhuan has come down the mountain to give alms. All refugees can queue up to receive porridge and rice! The location is at Murong Mansion!" Murong Xiao's voice was loud, his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he shouted with high spirits. All right.... In fact, Li Mo has no intention of becoming famous. The main reason is that classmate Murong Xiao wants the whole world to know that Brother Li is a kind-hearted and good person. The first half of the sentence was added by himself. There was discussion in the nearby tavern. "A true disciple of the Qingyuan Sect?" "I have some impression of this name. It seems to be the one who got the mysterious weapon?"
"Did he take on some sect mission and go down to the mountain to help the victims?" The corner of the tavern entrance. Looking at Murong Xiao's retreating back, a thin, unkempt beggar slowly raised his head. No one noticed that under the withered grass-like hair, those eyes were fierce. "Qingyuan Sect... Li Zhenzhuan." "I open a porridge shack to give alms to homeless beggars. Could it be that my whereabouts have been leaked?" Cui Peng's eyes were filled with cold light, and wisps of murderous intent surged. It is reasonable for the Qingyuan Sect to issue a mission to arrest him. But something is strange. He disguised himself as a beggar only after arriving in Ziyang Fucheng. There is no reason why anyone should know about it. Unfortunately, the other party gave him some porridge as soon as he came up. No matter how you look at it, it's all directed at him. "Li Mo, the new true successor of the Qingyuan Sect, has just joined the sect not long ago." "You dare to accept the task of arresting me for someone who is in the Qi and Blood Realm. How brave! It seems that he relied on the help of the Murong family and regarded me as a turtle in the urn." "Could it be that the Qingyuan Sect wants to use the true disciple I gave them as a whetstone?" "Haha... I'm not afraid of breaking the knife." Cui Peng's eyes became more and more fierce. The short knife in his robe was hot, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold the handle. What he practices is the Blood Sword Sword Technique. Every time there is a soul killed by the sword, the sword technique becomes more powerful. At first, he just practiced Qigong secretly. Later, he was discovered by the fellow disciples inside the sect and killed him to silence him. Unexpectedly, the incident was revealed and he became a street rat. "Now I'm at the end of my rope." "The only way out is to join Xiaoyulou." "If we can use the head of this Qingyuan Sect's true successor as a proxy, we may be able to avoid the Infernal Trial..." That's right. Cui Peng is ready to join Xiaoyulou and become a killer. It just so happened that the martial arts he practiced was designed to kill people.
A head of a true descendant of the Qingyuan Sect and a Xuanbing long sword were enough for him to enjoy high treatment after joining. ' Of course, this has to happen slowly. Now he still can't even figure out the other party's background. "He should only know that I disguised myself as a beggar, but does not know my exact location." "I am in the dark, and he is in the light." "Idiot, you tried to fish me out, but you made yourself the target of public criticism..." "Hehehe... Let's see who finally throws himself into the trap." Cui Peng stood up and walked towards the little beggar in front of him. He patted the little beggar on the back, and he immediately turned around. "What's the matter?" The little beggar turned back and looked at him warily. "You are going to Murong's Mansion to get rice porridge." "Well, if you want to go, you can go by yourself. I don't have time to help you." The little beggar shook his head repeatedly. "I don't want porridge or rice." Cui Peng suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, tried his best to be kind, and took out another sling of copper coins. The little beggar's eyes were fixed, showing desire. "When you go to get the porridge, just touch the corner of the clothes of the Qingyuan Sect true master with your hand, and the money will be yours." "If you go back to Dongcheng Nijiao Alley and tell me what he looks like, I will give you another shilling of money." The copper coins were smeared with his special spices. Only specially trained rats can smell it. "good!" The little beggar took the money and went away happily. ... The entrance of Murong Mansion. There was a long line of people queuing up in front of the charity hall set up with bamboo stilts. Most of them were ragged people with dirty faces, some were refugees, and some were poor people. "Wow, what a thick porridge!" "Not only is there a porridge collar, but there is also a small bag of rice! Wait... there is even half a salted fish!"
"Tsk tsk... I thought that Li Zhenchuan was just trying to gain fame and reputation, but I didn't expect him to be so honest." "Even if he really wants to gain fame, so what? We have finally got the real benefits." "Don't talk nonsense, he is personally distributing food there, and he also asked all beggars to line up there." ...... The sound of discussion is endless. In the porridge shed. Li Mo was busy like a top, not only had to distribute porridge and rice by hand, but also had to observe with the eyes of destiny. He was also strange. He only said that he wanted to do good deeds, and he didn't introduce himself. How come everyone knows his identity? It can be predicted. After today, he is afraid that he will become a well-known good man in Ziyang Prefecture. "Who told them that I opened the charity hall." Li Mo handed out the food and turned back: "Brother Murong, do you have any clues?" "I don't know..." Murong Xiao's voice was hoarse, and he didn't finish his words for a long time. Li Mo shook his head and started to make porridge with a bowl again. At the same time, the Destiny Eye opened: [Name: Lu Ning] [Age: 21] [Root: None. ] [Area: Mortal. ] [Destiny: Gray. ] [Evaluation: Ambitious but incompetent. ] [Recent experience: Originally from a wealthy family, he went out to do business without telling his family, lost all his money and was too ashamed to go home, so he became a beggar in the city. ] He handed a small bag of rice to the beggar who deliberately covered his face. Li Mo sighed softly, "Go home early. It's better to bow to your family than to bow to your family for a few bowls of rice."
The man took the rice bag and trembled, and thanked Li Mo softly. "Have you ever seen a beggar with a chest wound, bright eyes, and stuttering?" "Reply to Mr. Li, I haven't seen one." "Okay, go ahead." Student Li was a little worried. He had seen quite a few beggars this morning. Some pretended to be poor to receive rice from charity, and some went to Beijing to take the imperial examination but failed. They saw all kinds of life. But the person they were looking for was nowhere to be found. Could it be that the little beggar didn't mix with other beggars? Or was there something wrong with the information Bingtuozi gave? Just as he was thinking about this. "Thank you, Mr. Li." He lowered his head. There was a thin little beggar, about seven or eight years old, standing there timidly. "Can you hold the rice?" "Yeah." When handing him the rice bag, Li Mo found a small claw mark on his clothes. Looking at the little beggar again, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes, as if he was ready to be beaten. "It's okay, I'll wash it later." Li Mo laughed dumbly. "You... are such a good person..." "Have you ever seen a beggar who stutters, has bright eyes, and has a wound on his chest?" Li Mo asked casually. "Hmm? Do you know Sister Stutter?" The little beggar's eyes widened. "Sister Stutter?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows. He was about to ask again.
The little beggar suddenly covered his mouth, as if he had made a mistake, and ran into the crowd in a panic. But his information was in the eyes of Li Mo's God of Destiny: [Name: Meng Can] [Age: 7] [Root: None. ] [Realm: Mortal. ] [Destiny: Black. ] [Evaluation: Body like weeds, life thinner than paper, although meet noble people, but no noble life. ] [Recent experience: Sister Stutter was sick, he came out to beg alone, met the bandit Cui Peng, without knowing it, left a mark for Li Mo, the true disciple of Qingyuan Sect, and was about to be killed. ]