Chapter 127: Muddy Doll, Old Man in Hemp Clothes

  Seeing Xu Yang turn to leave, the stall owner suddenly became anxious. He had been running a stall on this street for many years, and all his customers were familiar faces; who would come to patronize his stall? His only hope was to encounter outsiders who were curious about new things and willing to spend money to buy them.

  "Sir, wait! Wait!" The stall owner hastily called out to Xu Yang, a smile spreading across his face. "Sir, how much are you willing to pay?"

  Xu Yang stretched out one finger.

  "One hundred Winged Tiger coins?" The stall owner ventured, seeing Xiang Yang shake his head, he suddenly felt a bit disheartened. "Could it be only ten Winged Tiger coins? That's too low!"

  Xu Yang said: "One Winged Tiger coin, I won't sell it even if you ask - do you think I look like some rich young master with a lot of money?"

  The stall owner took a glance at Xu Yang, seeing that he was wearing an ordinary blue shirt, with only the golden hair crown on his head and the ancient sword hanging from his waist worth looking at. On his lower back, there was also a tied-up blue cloth bag, which looked out of place.

  "Ah, young master, you're a dragon among men," the stall owner said, not revealing his true thoughts. "Today, I, Old Li, will sell this treasure to you at a loss, just to make your acquaintance. This...this precious item, I'll let it go for just one Winged Tiger coin."

  Xu Yang took out a Winged Tiger coin and then put the mud doll into his storage ring before turning around to leave.

  The stall owner watched as Xu Yang walked away, put the glittering Winged Tiger coin to his lips and blew on it forcefully, then held it up to his ear, listening to its pleasant hum. He said with a self-satisfied smile: "I finally met a big fool! That mud doll was something I bought in a nearby town for two blocks of Wolf Coin, and now I've sold it for one hundred Wolf Coins, earning fifty times the profit! Haha, I'm truly a business genius!"

  After buying the mud doll, Xu Yang continued to move forward. Along the way, he also bought two pieces of wave-treading stone and one piece of tide-washing stone, all of which were top-quality Xuan stones with astonishing prices.

  "What's going on at the end of the street? Why are there a lot of people gathered around?" Xu Yang curiously walked towards that direction.

  Xu Yang's stature was tall and straight, half a foot higher than ordinary people, he could easily see the scene in the crowd.

  An old man in a hemp garment was lying on the ground, snoring loudly like thunder. This is not often seen in the bustling Donglai City.

  Xu Yang heard someone whispering: "This old man, isn't he afraid of death? He slept for a whole morning right in the middle of this big street. What if he encounters some arrogant and powerful clans on the move, wouldn't his life be lost under the horses' hooves and carriage wheels?"

  Xu Yang carefully looked at this old man in a hemp robe, seeing that his body had no trace of mysterious energy fluctuations, and his vital energy was declining, he was just an ordinary old man.

  Xu Yang was about to turn around and leave, but he heard the sound of horseshoes clattering and carriage wheels rumbling. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out: "Get out of the way! All of you get out of the way! Whoever collided with Young Master Hou's carriage will not be spared!"

  The onlookers dispersed with a buzz, since the groom called him Young Master Hou, it means that the master of the carriage must be a noble scion, and there is an enfeoffed ancestor in his family.

  A group of people dispersed, and in the middle of the street, only an old man in a hemp robe was left. The horse driver's eyes were stern, he raised his whip and urged the horse on, about to trample over this blind old man.

  Xu Yang furrowed his brow; he wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs, but watching this tragic scene unfold before his eyes, he couldn't shake off the feeling.

  Just as the carriage was about to roll over Ma Bao's body, a blue shadow flashed by, followed by a dull thud, and dust flew everywhere.

  The dust settled, and everyone looked up to see a blue-shirted young man, with a golden hoop on his head, an ancient sword at his waist, and he was propping up the cart shaft with his back!

  The carriage creaked and groaned, making people's teeth ache. Everyone saw the blue-shirted youth being so mighty and cheered in unison.

  The coachman tumbled over, almost falling onto the street. Fortunately, he was also a skilled martial artist and managed to do a forward flip in mid-air, landing steadily on his feet. However, his face looked extremely unsightly.

  "Which young master has eaten a leopard's gallbladder and dares to crash into the Liu family's carriage!"

  The coachman shouted angrily and rushed towards Xu Yang, pointing at him and scolding him.

  Inside the carriage, an impatient voice came: "Liu Li, what's going on? Who dares to crash into my carriage and cause me to spill a cup of fragrant tea, it's simply infuriating!"

  The coachman Liu Li bowed and said: "Report to the young master, it is a small blue-clad boy, about 15 or 16 years old. He looks unfamiliar and is not from Donglai."

  Whispers arose around me.

  "This is terrible! I didn't expect it to be the car of the Liu family, so the one sitting inside should be the eldest grandson of Duke Cang Mang, Liu Mingchuan!"

  "Liu Xiao Jun's family learning has a deep origin, and at the age of only sixteen, he is already in the Xuan Shi realm, with the strength of the Hidden Dragon List!"

  In the carriage, Liu Xiaojun, Hou Liu Ming, said in a low voice: "Since you are not from Donglai, and do not know the great name of my Liu family, your death sentence can be commuted. Leave him with one pair of eyes and two arms, and let him go!"

  Xu Yang indifferently glanced at the carriage, this young master of a wealthy family was indeed arrogant and overbearing, often wanting to gouge out people's eyes or cut off their arms. He didn't pay attention, took a step forward, bent down to help the old man in the hemp robe, preparing to support him to the side of the street to sleep, before leaving.

  Who would have thought that with one support, he didn't lift the old man up. Xu Yang was shocked and added force to his hands, but felt that the old man's body was like being rooted in the street, heavy as Mount Tai!

  The old man was awakened from his sleep and rubbed his blurry eyes, looking around and asking, "Where am I?"

  Xu Yang sighed inwardly, his hands' strength exceeded 500 jin, yet he couldn't lift an old man. From this, it was clear that the old man was no ordinary person, and this time he had interfered unnecessarily.

  Shaking his head, Xu Yang turned around and was about to leave.

  The old man grasped his blue shirt and said, "Who am I? Where am I?"

  This old man's strength was incredibly great, and Xu Yang was actually pulled into a somersault. His eyebrows furrowed, thinking to himself: This old man, could he be a bit muddle-headed?

  Xu Yang struggled free and said: "Old man, this is Donglai City, who you are, only you yourself know."

  The old man's turbid eyes showed a bewildered expression again, muttering: "Who am I? Who am I?"

  Xu Yang finally managed to break free, and was about to leave when he heard a strong gust of wind behind him. A dark energy shot towards him: "You little brat, you dared to offend Young Master Hou, and now you think you can just walk away? Leave behind your eyeballs and arms!"

  Xu Yang didn't need to look, he knew it was the horse carriage driver Liu Li who had struck out. He slightly shifted his body, dodging the punch, and frowned, saying: "But you've only spilled a cup of tea, isn't that going too far?"

  Liu Li relied on the power of the Liu family behind him, not worried about Xu Yang's resistance at all. He hooked his two fingers and dug towards Xu Yang's eyes: "Hmph, your cheap life is not even worth a cup of tea for Young Master Hou!"

  Xu Yang took a step back, the sharp finger wind swept past, and his face felt slightly painful. His eyes gradually turned cold.

  "In the carriage, a voice rang out from that young Master Liu: 'Blue-clothed youngster, if you obediently hand over your eyes and hands, you can still keep your life. If you dare to dodge again, not even your life will be spared.'"

  PS: Redeeming yesterday's promise. This chapter is an extra update thanks to those who have rewarded me.

  PPS: Today brothers recommended strongly, exceeded one hundred sheets, so four updates are not running away. Still some distance from two hundred sheets, brothers refuel, as long as full 200, Xiaoye five updates!