Chapter Thirty-Seven Today I Start Doing Good Deeds

  The next day, early in the morning, the weather was fine.

  When Ning Feng stepped out of the small courtyard, his expression was strange, his footsteps were slow and hesitant, and his face didn't look too good.

  "When I saw the ancient bronze tree, I remembered Jin Shui, but didn't have any particular feeling."

  "Now it feels like I'm going to be executed..."

  Ning Feng thought that his own shadow was everywhere in Chaoyang Town, and all kinds of good things were seen by countless familiar people, he wanted to die.

  "One knife when you stick your head out, one knife when you pull it back."

  "If this is the only way to increase the gold and water, can I still not do it?"

  "It's done!"

  Ning Feng gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and strode forward with a heroic air, going to the execution ground, no, to do good deeds.

  But in his heart, he was still muttering to himself: "How can it be a good deed? How can there be such a strange way? What's wrong with this place?"

  Before there was no better way, what else could Ning Feng do?

  "All for Jinshui, go!"

  He finally made up his mind, took a deep breath, and stepped out of the alley where his own courtyard was located.

  In front, there was an old woman with a sickly look on her face, flushed complexion, begging along the street, broken bowl and worn-out staff, walking with difficulty, hunched back, tattered clothes, looking at whom would evoke sympathy.

  At the entrance of the alley, the old beggar woman repeatedly begged passersby for alms. There were kind-hearted elderly ladies from the town, and good-natured young men... People of all kinds, each one shook their heads, sighed, and walked around her.

  The old beggar woman still didn't have a single copper coin in her broken bowl.

  If it were people from outside Chaoyang Town, they might be even more surprised. Recently, there have been quite a few foreigners in Chaoyang Town. In just a short while, several people cast curious glances over or pulled aside townspeople to ask about the situation.

  It's better not to ask about things that are none of your business.

  He has been in Chaoyang Town for three years and still knows some things.

  "Ah, Old Lady Qiu has been driven out by her son again."

  Ning Feng shook his head and sighed, wondering how such a son could exist in this world.

  Qiu's son, a robust man in his forties, does not work and has driven away his wife and children. He spends all day drinking and gambling, and when he runs out of money, he kicks his elderly mother out to beg for him to live off her.

  There are people in Chaoyang Town who don't like him and want to teach him a lesson, but there are two reasons why they can't: one is that Qiu's son is as stubborn as a dead pig that isn't afraid of boiling water, and no matter how much he's beaten or scolded, he won't change; the other is that Qiu's mother protects her son, and would rather suffer herself.

  After a long time, the townspeople, even if they had sympathy in their hearts, were unwilling to give alms to Old Lady Qiu. In any case, it would all end up being spent by that scoundrel on wine and gambling.

  Ning Feng sighed, took out some loose silver coins from his body and walked over, making a "clinking" sound as he put them into the old beggar woman's bowl.

  "Swish swish swish~"

  Strangers are nothing, but the townspeople one by one looked over strangely, as if they didn't recognize him.

  Ning Feng, aren't you an outsider? Don't you know the details about Qiu's wife? Why are you doing such a foolish thing?

  At close range, Ning Feng couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  He didn't dislike the smell on Qiu's body, the old man, even if he was out begging, his clothes were tattered but clean and spotless, without a hint of unpleasant odor, his hair was also combed neatly, as if trying to maintain some dignity.

  Such an old man, forced by his son, had no choice but to come out and beg, the bitterness in his heart can be imagined.

  Ning Feng furrowed his brow because he could vaguely feel the heat emanating from Old Lady Qiu just by being close to her, and he could clearly see the flush on her face.

  Pathetic!

  Ning Feng couldn't tell at this point either, he clearly knew that this kindness would ultimately only be enough to feed the dogs and charity, was it really for doing good deeds or did he truly have a sympathetic heart, wanting Old Lady Qiu to return and rest early.

  He sighed and said gently: "Old Lady Qiu, you are not in good health, take this silver and find a doctor to have a good check-up."

  Ning Feng didn't want to see the old man thank him so much, as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

  In a flurry, in disarray, fleeing in all directions.

  Two streets away, Ning Feng slowed down his pace, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself. He had never heard of doing a good deed feeling like committing a crime.

  He felt much lighter and muttered to himself:

  "It actually feels pretty good to do something nice."

  "It's not as weird as I imagined."

  Ning Feng was thinking while walking, didn't pay much attention to what's in front of him, and suddenly felt everything before his eyes turned black.

  "What's going on?"

  He was startled in his heart, sidestepped to make way, and looked up to see a person with an exaggerated posture, flipping several somersaults in the air, and sliding for several feet after landing.

  At the place where the man fell, a few dozen feet ahead, a white horse stopped.

  The white horse lowered its head, tilted its head, and looked at the person who was still rolling on the ground with a puzzled expression, with incomprehension in its big eyes.

  The person on his back has almost the same expression.

  Ma Shang was an eleven or twelve year old boy in white clothes, with a clear and bright complexion, red lips and white teeth. He wore white clothes and rode a white horse, both the man and the horse were handsome.

  The young boy looked bewildered, as if he couldn't understand how that person had flown out.

  Before he could figure it out, "zip zip zip", the agile one who was just flying in mid-air crawled over, hugged his horse's leg and started wailing.

  "Ah~"

  The little boy hastily dismounted and asked: "You, are you okay?"

  "When something happens, with just one glance from you, I know it's nothing serious, but when it gets serious."

  "You ride your horse recklessly and cause damage, pay for it immediately, or I'll report you to the Temple Patrol and won't let you off."

  Under the horse's leg, that man stuck out his neck and shouted, a pair of triangular eyes shining with cleverness, and the corners of his mouth still revealed a sly smile.

  "Fake injury!"

  Can't you see it now? Where is there still something unclear?

  Further ahead, the crowd was dense and the horses couldn't gallop freely. Several people were knocked flying by the speeding horses, and that triangular-eyed guy must have been an opera actor, quite a good performer.

  "You... you... you..."

  The young man in white was at a loss, and he suddenly came to his senses. He naturally knew that the other party wanted to blackmail him, but the words of the triangular-eyed person had hit his weak spot.

  All outsiders who come to this mountain town at the foot of the hill, who dares to offend the Temple of the Sun God? What if something goes wrong?

  "Looking at this young boy's age, he should be wanting to sign up for the new batch of Outer Temple."

  "Those triangular eyes are quite sharp."

  Ning Feng smiled and walked over.

  This triangular-eyed person is rolling around in the streets, his eyesight is even stronger than that of a cultivator. With just one glance, he can probably see that the other party wants to enter the outer gate of the Divine Palace. In this case, how dare they leave a bad impression, fearing it would affect the overall situation.

  In the end, such a rootless outsider still has to spend money obediently?

  The young boy in white clothes was so anxious that his tears were about to fall, looking around for help, but no one came forward.

  A triangular eye dare to do such a thing, where will there be no gang, in case of trouble, it's not good.

  The idea of minding one's own business is still mainstream.

  "I... I don't have money..."

  The young boy in white clothes had a sobbing tone in his voice.

  "If you don't have money, pawn your horse to me."

  Triangle eyes shouted loudly, then covered his head with one hand and shouted: "My head hurts so much, it must have been knocked out of shape by you."

  Shouting in pain, he still didn't forget to stretch out his dirty hand to grab the white-clothed young boy.

  Seeing the long, unkempt fingernails on his hands, which hadn't been trimmed for several months, and the dirt inside, the young boy in white clothes felt like vomiting and dodged to the side, not daring to let him touch him.

  In such a small place, the young boy didn't even gallop away, what a reckless courage, it seemed like he was about to crash into me.

  Heaven knows whether Triangle Eyes was being deliberate or had some ill intentions, but his dirty hands were about to touch the young boy's face.

  Just then, a soft laugh was heard:

  "Triangle eyes, you say it's a headache?"

  He paused for a moment with his triangular eyes, looked up and saw Ning Feng's face, as well as a huge fist.

  Bang!

  His triangular eyes were as if they had been smashed by a hammer, stars were flashing before his eyes, and he was foaming at the mouth, directly falling to the ground without getting up.

  "Good luck!"

  Ning Feng wiped his fist with a handkerchief in disgust and then threw the handkerchief at San Jiao Yan's face.

  Luckily I fainted early, otherwise hearing this would have made me so angry that I could have spat blood.

  If you want to hit someone, just hit them, don't talk like that.

  That young boy in white clothes had a completely different look on his face, with an expression of being saved, his eyes were red and teary, and he trembled as he said: "Thank you, brother, otherwise...otherwise...Dabai would have been taken away."

  "As soon as the two words 'dà bái' came out, the white horse immediately leaned its head over, with a puzzled expression on its long face, as if to say: what do you want me to do?"

  "Hmm..."

  Ning Feng blinked his eyes, looked at the white clothes on the young boy's body, and then looked at the big white horse, as if he had understood something.

  "Right."

  A young man in white clothes pushed aside the horse's head, very polite and courteous, and saluted: "I am Li Bai, dare to ask your name."

  "Li Bai?!"

  "Indeed a rookie!"

  Ning Feng swallowed his saliva and chuckled, "I am Ning Feng. It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning. Let's meet again another day if fate permits."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, ignoring Li Bai's repeated calls of "Brother, wait!" as he disappeared into the crowd.

  "Tsk tsk tsk, a big white and a small white, what a perfect match. I wonder what Li Qinglian will think, haha."

  After indulging in his own amusement for a while, Ning Feng found the Divine Palace's outpost in Chaoyang Town.

  "Are Brothers Zhao Da and Zhao Er around?"

  He wasn't here for the first time, no matter if he knew Ning Feng or not, everyone recognized the sun cloak on him.

  There were temple guards waiting outside the gate who came up to greet them and said that the Zhao brothers had gone out to patrol the town, so they went to look for the two brothers.

  Aren't they here?

  Ning Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks, and found himself already in a hall, where a maid presented him with a cup of fragrant tea.

  "When did they become so diligent?"

  Ning Feng had some contact with the two brothers for a few days, and these two relied on their identity as famous disciples of Tianyun Peak to be extremely negative and lazy. It's not a big deal, but it's rare to see them move around.

  Being lazy like this, they were supposed to be cultivating in seclusion, but the two brothers actually ran out early in the morning for a patrol, which looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

  The receptionist was at a loss for words, looking embarrassed, Ning Feng didn't force him to speak either, then turned back to look at their interest in wearing small shoes, waved his hand and let the receptionist go.

  He drained the tea in a dull and tasteless manner. Ning Feng took a deep breath, his palm made a few gestures, his mind focused, and the Jiugong Stone appeared out of thin air.

  "What's next..."

  Ning Feng's mind flashed back to the scene of entering the Jiukong Stone Boundary last night, where a pool had dried up and not a drop of golden water was in sight. He gathered his thoughts and focused on the Jiukong Stone.

  The next moment, he appeared at the Jiukong Stone Boundary, beside the Golden Pool, and then he directly fell down, with more than half of his body about to fall into the pool, his eyes gleaming like a wolf, fiercely searching.