The chicken began to crow for the first time, and Huang Xiaoshi stopped running the technique at this time. He sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the three dots of soybean-like fire, and he was lost in thought for a long time.

This is only the first step.

…

Eat, patrol, and practice.

Two ordinary days passed.

On the third day, Huang Xiaoshi slept until all his disciples had gone to bed before getting up. After slowly eating the breakfast specially reserved for him alone, he wandered towards Lao Zhang's house.

Before Huang Xiaoshi reached Lao Zhang's house, he found a lot of people gathered in front of Lao Zhang's house, most of them were neighbors of Lao Zhang's house, and there were also a few idlers on the street.

"Get out of the way." Huang Xiaoshi walked to the crowd, his voice was not loud but full of sternness. After hearing his words, people first looked back, then lowered their heads and ducked out of the way.

Huang Xiaoshi separated from the crowd and walked into the earthen house. Four members of Lao Zhang's family were there, and several of Lao Zhang's relatives were also in the house.

Lao Zhang's complexion was very bad. His face, which had become dark due to the wind and sun, was abnormally pale at this time. His wife Zhang, who had recovered from a serious illness, had a rosy complexion, which was also abnormal at this time.

Pale. Also pale were Zhang Daya and Zhang Ergou.

Huang Xiaoshi lowered his head and looked at Lao Zhang for a while, then raised his head and said to several of his relatives with a normal expression: "Lao Zhang is so good at making things difficult for me."

When the people in the room heard Huang Xiaoshi's words, the anger on their faces was beyond words. Huang Xiaoshi looked at those people with a sneer, until he felt guilty in their hearts and lowered his head.

Huang Xiaoshi bent down to pick up an earthen jar on the ground, shook it, and heard the clanging sound of the copper coins inside. Then he overturned the earthen jar, poured out the copper coins inside, spread it in the palm of his hand, and poured it out casually.

He weighed it, then let out a long sigh and said, "It's only 178 Wen. Alas, there's still a lot left to go."

"Put down that money!" A middle-aged man yelled at Huang Xiaoshi, "You beast!"

Huang Xiaoshi carefully placed the earthen pot on the ground, and then looked over with a look that made people cringe.

An old man with a short gray beard stretched out his hand to stop the middle-aged man. He cupped his hands towards Huang Xiaoshi and said politely: "Master Shi, please do me a favor.

Because he couldn't repay your Baicao Sect's medicine debt, Lao Zhang first killed his wife and children last night, and then committed suicide. The blood on the ground has not yet dried.

Everyone saw how pitiful they were, so they chipped in to raise some funeral expenses.

Mr. Shi, you think it’s better not to take this money.”

"Oh, that's it." Huang Xiaoshi touched his head and said awkwardly: "That's it. Lao Zhang owes Baicaomen 2146 Wen, so you can settle it." After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi stretched out his hand and took the money.

Hand the copper coin to the old man.

The old man looked at Huang Xiaoshi's outstretched palm, his throat moved a few times, but in the end he did not dare to take over, nor did he dare to speak again.

"No one picked up?" Huang Xiaoshi said with a half-smile and a half-mockery, then he retracted his hand, stuffed the handful of copper coins into his arms, and said, "Then I have to return it myself, Lao Zhang."

After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi looked around and said: "As for me, I will be a good person today. I will not strip the clothes of the dead to save some face for them. I, Huang Xiaoshi, pay a high price for these bits and pieces."

Take it and give it a small change. For the more than one thousand wen that Lao Zhang still owes, I, the Baicao Sect, have done a good deed out of mercy today, and it will be regarded as a random payment to Lao Zhang's family."

"Hey." Huang Xiaoshi turned around and said loudly to the people in the courtyard outside the door, "Everyone, listen up. Today, Baicaomen is giving a gift to the old Zhang family, 1900 yuan!"

After saying that, Huang Xiaoshi picked up the sickle stained with blood from the ground, as well as several earthen pots nearby, carefully placed them in the backpack, then separated the crowd with the basket on his back, and walked away in silence.

This book is a fan novel of "The Legend of Knights", but it has some new settings in terms of characters, props, and background. Please do not copy this article from the original game. All settings of the story are subject to this story.
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