My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 11: No chance of success, no end

When these words came out, even Xu Zhian was shocked. At this time, the few people left in the square immediately started to talk.

"Isn't this the jinx from Xiaolingang? He actually came today to participate in the immortal master's disciple recruitment. Tsk tsk tsk... He brought disaster to his own parents and his adoptive mother, and now he wants to bring disaster to other people. He is really restless." said a middle-aged woman.

The other lame woman next to him continued, "Who said it wasn't true? I don't know what sins I committed in my previous life. Xiaolingang is full of evil creatures that are born but not taken care of. Fortunately, my husband and I moved out early, otherwise, we would be in trouble now."

Faced with the discussions in the square, Xu Zhian gritted his teeth and said nothing.

The middle-aged monk frowned and said to the square: "Stop making noise! ​​If you chew on people's tongues again, you will go to the hell of tongue pulling after you die!"

Suddenly the square became much quieter. At this time, the woman in white walked up to Xu Zhian, nodded, and then put her hand on the boy's shoulder.

After a moment, the woman in white looked at the thin boy in front of her with a puzzled look, as if she was observing whether the boy was of the same kind as herself.

The woman in white withdrew her hand and said, "Although you have spiritual roots, you don't have luck. This is a very strange thing, and it's the first time I've encountered it in my life. Generally, people without luck are either dead or transformed by the demon race. I carefully observed your body veins and found that you are no different from ordinary people. So there is only one possibility, you will not live long."

The words of the woman in white were also recognized by the middle-aged monk of Wolong Mountain. In this case, this was the only way to explain why this young man had no luck.

After hearing these words, Xu Zhian felt very calm. He did not have the panic and confusion of a dying man as one might imagine. He even felt relieved and liberated.

After Xu Zhian thanked the middle-aged monk and the woman in white, he turned around and walked down the testing bench.

At this time, the sun is setting in the west and the setting sun is blood-red.

In the government square, the back of a young man looked desolate and lonely, and his shadow reflected in the square became increasingly slender.

Xu Zhian was walking on the street, looking at the alleys that were gradually becoming bustling with lights on. The young man suddenly felt that the world was not that bad after all, it was just that he was not as he wished.

The boy passed by the roast chicken shop that he had fantasized about countless times but was never willing to buy half a chicken. He stopped for a long time and then stepped in for the first time.

This shop is the most famous roast chicken shop in the town. It is said that the ancestor was a chef employed by the Daliang Kingdom, and his skill in roasting chicken is unique. Even Zui Xiang Lou, the largest restaurant in the city, only uses roast chicken from this shop as a dish.

The shop owner is a middle-aged man in his forties named Fu. He only sells a hundred chickens a day and closes the stall when they are all sold out.

When the middle-aged man saw the young man coming in, he was a little surprised, and then he said, "You finally agreed to come in."

The young man frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Uncle, do you know me?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and said, "Of course I know you. I noticed you the first time you wandered around the door of my shop. Five or six years have passed now. I can't remember how many times you wandered around. I only remember that you wandered from a four-foot child to a seven-foot teenager. In fact, I had prepared a roast chicken that year. If you were willing to step into my shop, I would definitely give it to you for free. Unfortunately, you didn't."

For the first time, Xu Zhian looked at the middle-aged shopkeeper in front of him seriously: "Why?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper said, "No reason, I just feel that the world shouldn't be so cruel to a young man. A young man's heart should have more breeze, bright moon, and willow trees swaying in the wind. It shouldn't be like this. So young man, do you regret it?"

Xu Zhian shook his head: "No regrets!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Oh? Don't you want to eat this roast chicken? Even if you really want to eat it, you don't want to?"

Xu Zhian nodded and said, "If I want to eat, I will buy it."

The middle-aged shopkeeper smiled and said, "Well, a roast chicken costs five cents, so I'll only charge you four cents."

Xu Zhian thought for a moment and said, "I only want half."

The shopkeeper said, "I'll give you two roast chickens, and I only want four cents from you! How do you think?"

Xu Zhian still shook his head: "I only want half."

The shopkeeper was a little disappointed and said, "Half is fine, two cents."

The middle-aged shopkeeper wrapped half a roast chicken in oil paper and handed it to the young man. Xu Zhian took it, paid the shopkeeper two copper coins and walked out of the shop.

The middle-aged man watched the young man disappear from his back, then looked at the two copper coins in his hand, and then laughed at himself: "I, Fu Nianchun, am still unlucky after all. It would be better if I had two more. I don't know who the remaining two copper coins will be given to."

An hour ago, beside the dilapidated arch bridge in Xiaolingang.

A middle-aged man in black wearing a conical hat and a thin young girl with her hair tied in a ribbon looked back frequently.

The middle-aged man in black walked to the arch bridge and bowed to the slovenly Taoist beside him: "Senior, if you have time, you can come to my Yunhai Huancheng as a guest. My ancestor will definitely be very happy."

The old Taoist said, "That day will come. Ask that old bastard Qi Siyuan to prepare some drinks, like the ones he had two days ago, so that I won't be left without any wine when I get there."

The man smiled and said, "Don't worry, senior. I will tell you the truth."

The old Taoist looked at the girl behind the middle-aged man and said, "You're leaving now? Did the girl volunteer?"

The man in black smiled and said, "Yes, my niece has accepted me as her uncle. The purpose of this trip has been achieved, so I will not stay any longer."

The sloppy Taoist said: "Is that so? That will be hard for that young man."

The middle-aged man in black smiled awkwardly: "If I say goodbye to him in person, it will be more cruel to him. He should understand."

The old Taoist didn't say anything but just waved his hand, indicating that the middle-aged man could leave.

Seeing this, the man in black nodded slightly: "Take care, senior!"

The sloppy old Taoist looked at the backs of the man in black and the girl going away, took a sip of wine and murmured in a low voice: "The crescent moon shines on the nine provinces, some are happy and some are sad. Alas...it will always be okay, right?"

In the twilight, outside the small town, a young man carrying half a roast chicken hurriedly passed by the dilapidated arch bridge. Xu Zhian walked quickly to the corner alley and looked at the closed door next door. Xu Zhian knew that this neighbor had left Xiaolingang. As for when he would be able to come back, whether the handsome young man would still recognize him as a mortal as a friend, Xu Zhian did not know the answer.

The boy pushed open the door of his house and found a candlelight on in the inner room. He walked quickly into the house, only to see that it was empty and there was nothing in it.

On the shabby wooden table nearby, there was a letter whose ink had not yet completely dried, as if to say that the writer had not left far away.