The vast night sky was filled with stars.
What they were saying was all nonsense, in fact there was nothing.
The sky, shrouded in dark clouds all day, started snowing this night. Although the snowflakes were small, they still felt cold when landing on the body.
The night was dark and cold, annoying.
At night, Zhang San got up and jumped off the cart. He took out a cotton quilt from his luggage, and quietly put it on Wang Xiaoer.
"Revenge, avenge my family..." Wang Xiaoer muttered.
It sounded like sleep talking, which made Zhang San pause for a moment.
Could it be...
"I want justice, I want justice and reason in this world."
Zhang San seemed to understand something.
Wang Xiaoer said in a low voice: "Actually, Master, those two people didn't say anything particularly troublesome, they didn't say anything that might bring us disaster, just that they were very unwilling before leaving."
Wang Xiaoer went on: "The younger one wanted revenge, the older one wanted justice."
Zhang San pulled the quilt up to cover Wang Xiaoer's neck, looked up at the dark sky, and felt the wind and snow falling on his face.
Wang Xiaoer asked: "So Master, you are so powerful and smart, you know so much, even Hei Shanke is not your opponent. What do you desire so strongly like those people?"
Zhang San was silent for a while.
After a long time, Zhang San finally said: "We make money, then live well, don't worry about so much."
Wang Xiaoer nodded: "Um."
Zhang San returned to the cart, and said one last sentence: "Let's find a good shop tomorrow, we don't have enough money to keep traveling. Let's settle down in Tian Ruo City."
That's how the master and disciple spent the night in the alley.
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The next day, dawn, it was still snowing.
When Wang Xiaoer woke up, he found his master covered in snow and ice but still sleeping soundly. He marveled to himself.
The master said his iron cloth shirt was impervious to blades and fire, he didn't expect it to be cold-proof as well. It really lived up to being orthodox martial arts, even saving money on buying clothes and quilts, very much in line with the sect's 'poverty'.
However, as soon as Wang Xiaoer moved a little after waking up, the cart underneath creaked.
Perhaps it was the ability and instinct cultivated from years of being an assassin, Zhang San immediately opened his eyes.
Seeing Wang Xiaoer trying to get off the cart to move the luggage, Zhang San interrupted: "Forget it, let me handle these. I remember there was a breakfast shop on the street we passed last night. Go buy some food, those candied haws really aren't filling."
After taking a few copper coins from Zhang San, Wang Xiaoer immediately ran out of the alley, following the route he remembered yesterday to buy breakfast.
However, it was this seemingly trivial event of Zhang San sending Wang Xiaoer to buy breakfast that completely destroyed the half-month long sex education.
In short, Wang Xiaoer...fell from grace!
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In a small street in the south of Tian Ruo City, there were many shops. Although it wasn't a commercial street, in the poverty-stricken south side where laborers, thugs, coachmen and other poor people gathered, this little street was already considered prosperous.
In the early morning, some breakfast shops on the little street were the earliest to open.
In fact, poor families were very busy, especially those doing hard labor. With difficulty even forming families, they got up early and worked late. They barely woke up before it was time to work again, and certainly had no time to make breakfast. So breakfast shops here did decent business.
Of course, low prices were still the main reason these shops thrived.
Wang Xiaoer walked past shops, carefully observing prices and food portions as his master had instructed, meticulously weighing which shop's breakfast could fill one's stomach the most while still being cheap.
After all, his master had said this behavior was absolutely not to save money because they were poor, but to train his eyesight through high-frequency observation.
Just as Wang Xiaoer walked past a tofu shop with some tofu snacks in front, he casually glanced but remembered his master's words - tofu was just beans and water with vinegar, simply not filling.
Wang Xiaoer thought to himself: if he bought tofu to take back, his master would surely scold him to death.
After passing the tofu shop, there was a street corner. Ahead was an even longer street, left leading to dense housing, right a fence. Through the gaps in the fence Wang Xiaoer saw a small courtyard behind, seemingly the backyard of that tofu shop.
There were a few blooming winter plum trees in the yard.
Looking at those plum blossoms, Wang Xiaoer stopped in his tracks.
To be precise, it was because of a little girl among the plum blossoms.
The girl looked about ten years old, wearing thick winter clothes patched in many places. But this did not detract from her cuteness in Wang Xiaoer's eyes.
In Wang Xiaoer's eyes:
Her tender face was even prettier than white snow, her dimpled cheeks were as round and rosy as cherries.
Wang Xiaoer thought, was this real life and not a story?
Weren't only daughters of chivalrous heroes or female protagonists in stories this cute?
Wang Xiaoer unconsciously walked closer to the yard...
What?
Zhang San was still hungry and moving luggage in the alley?
Wang Xiaoer said he really blanked at that moment, and absolutely did not immediately forget about his master after seeing his future daughter-in-law.
And he said, it wasn't like his master would starve from missing one meal, right.
In the yard, the little girl scooped up snow from the ground and gently sprinkled it on the blooming plum blossoms, though it was unclear why she did this.
"What are you doing?" Wang Xiaoer walked over and asked in a low voice.
The girl seemed startled!
She quickly turned around, only now seeing a boy in black behind her. He looked innocent enough, not like a bad person.
Besides, the girl was actually a bit taller than Wang Xiaoer, so she wasn't too scared of him. But still she asked: "Who are you? How did you get in?"
Wang Xiaoer said: "I just came in... Oh right, your fence is so low, I easily jumped over it."
The girl looked over at her so-called 'rather low' fence, which was clearly much higher than this boy. How did he 'easily jump' over it?
Seeing the girl frown, Wang Xiaoer quickly said: "I'm not a bad person, don't look at me like that. I just saw you...sprinkling snow on these plum blossoms, and thought it very odd."
The girl looked down at the snow-covered red plums around her, and laughed: "Don't you think the red plum blossoms look even better with some white snow?"
When the girl smiled, Wang Xiaoer was completely smitten.
"Your face is red. Is it too cold?" The girl asked.
Wang Xiaoer quickly shook his head. "No...no, just too beautiful."
The girl said: "I think plum blossoms are beautiful too."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
