If you find that your strength has increased greatly, ordinary people will be happy, those who practice will be ecstatic, and only Hu Guiyang will curse people.

Zhang Wuchen was also a little angry when he was surprised. He grabbed the remaining pieces of silver and pinched them hard. No change happened except for the pain in his palm. "See? This is a mortal, weak and powerless. In order to get your strength, how many people are willing to exchange their lives."

"Would you like to change?" Hu Guiyang asked.

Zhang Wuchen hesitated for a moment and said firmly: "I'm willing."

While Hu Guiyang frowned, his lips were smiling, which made him look a little strange. "You are neither a martial arts world nor a soldier who charges. Why do you want these forces?"

"With these powers, I can choose to be a master or a powerful general. Now I can only choose to be a coachman, or... I have no choice at all. I can do whatever others ask me to do, and I have to be grateful with a shameless face."

Zhang Wuchen drank the wine in the glass and looked at Hu Guiyang angrily, as if it was all the other party’s fault.

Hu Guiyang finally laughed out loud and shook his head, "You have been a Taoist priest for a few days. Can't you even see through this? If you want to make a choice, everyone has: you can study hard, be a literati, an official, or gain fame; you can concentrate on profits, be a profiteer, or make money on the ground, or wander around the world; you can..."

"Barring, what do you say does not take years to work? I'm old, how can I have so many 'can's' for those of you?" Zhang Wuchen poured himself a drink and drank another drink. "I'm not talented and stupid, right? I'm not jealous of others, but you... I mean you, me, and others who have been to Yunyang, we are all the same. No one is better than anyone else's qualifications, no one is harder than anyone else, and they are all fighting for luck."

Hu Gui raised up and poured wine. Zhang Wuchen was not polite, and picked it up and drank it, "Why are you, not me, the one who recovers his skills? Why are you and you still behave well when you get a cheaper one? You don't want it, I want it."

The wine in the glass was drunk in one sip. Hu Guiyang was about to pour it again. He found that the pot was empty and was about to go to the kitchen to find wine when he found that Zhang Wuchen on the opposite side actually cried.

Zhang Wuchen was not young, with as many vicissitudes on his face as wrinkles. He cried like a child, with tears and snots and sobbing, "I have a bad life in my life. My parents died early, and I have no brothers or sisters, and I can't do anything. He was obviously a little man, but he squatted in the Jinyiwei prison. He didn't make money by driving a car. He just barely made a living. He was beaten and scolded by customers. He finally caught a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and wiped it against the edge. It was just a little short of that."

Zhang Wuchen picked up the empty glass and drank it, and still made a sound in his mouth, as if there was really wine.

He was drunk and did not drink the most in his life, but he was the most drunk. "In the past six months, almost every day, really every day, before going to bed at night, I would feel that when I wake up tomorrow morning, I will have divine power, and from then on, I will transcend the realm of mortals and no longer suffer from the world."

Hu Guiyang sympathized with Zhang Wuchen, but could not comfort him, let alone follow him, and could not change his fault of being ungrateful. "Tong Feng of Xichang has divine power, so he became a mute for this. As a result, he was still a eunuch and was a lackey for Wang Zhi. He was not relieved of the sufferings of the world."

Zhang Wuchen stood upright with his eyebrows. He was tall and majestic. He occasionally showed his might and possessed the power of a god. "Yes, it is said that those with divine power are often disabled. What have you lost?"

Hu Guiyang raised his hand and quickly touched himself from head to waist, coughed twice, shook his head, and smiled: "Fortunately, his limbs are healthy, and there are a lot of them."

Zhang Wuchen cursed a few angrily, more vicious than Hu Guiyang's curse just now. He suddenly fell to the table and fell asleep.

After all, he is just a mortal, and what he reveals is not his glory, but his timidity and jealousy.

Hu Guiyang carried Zhang Wuchen to the bed, then asked Dabing to go to another room to rest, sat on the bed for a while, and said to the darkness: "Do you want to use Zhang Wuchen to wake me up? I think this person is very interesting now, haha."

He fell down and fell asleep, not caring about how strong his skills were.

The next morning, Hu Guiyang was woken up by the pancake. He got up and was stunned for a while. He remembered that it was New Year's Eve and that this was an inn in a small town in northern Beijing. There was no ready-made food and no one would cook for him.

"It's just the New Year." Hu Guiyang smiled at Da Ping.

In the next room, Zhang Wuchen had already rushed back to Beijing, and the table was cleaned up, with silver bags and broken silver all there, no less.

In the room in front, there was only a young guy sitting behind the counter in a daze, glanced at the guest, and said nothing, probably feeling a little complaining.

Hu Guiyang used a handful of copper coins and a few pieces of silver to buy a smile. The guy went to the kitchen to arrange some food and drinks. When he saw the yellow dog lying under the table, he opened his mouth and chased him. He heard that this was brought by the guest and smiled and said, "This is a common local dog. Are guests going to kill to eat meat? There are butchers in this town, and they may be willing to help, but they have to pay a few more money. After all, it is New Year's Eve."

The big cake barked a few times, and Hu Guiyang said, "It's too small and there's no meat on it. Let's talk about it later."

The pancakes were louder.

Hu Guiyang was having dinner outside the counter. The guy stared at him for a while and said, "The guest officer doesn't look like a businessman."

"You can see that I am a rafter in the city. Something happened in Shanxi. The rafter asked me to set off immediately. There was no way, so I had to go out of the city to deal with it. Anyway, I don't have family, so it's the same wherever I celebrate the New Year." Hu Guiyang made up a lie.

The guy nodded repeatedly, obviously he believed it. After a while, he said, "The judge's face is a gentleman."

"Really? The first time someone praised me like this."

"My eyes are the best to recognize people." The guy looked out the door, "That's right, my family is in the town, not far from here, and the whole family is waiting for me to go back for the New Year."

"Even if you go home, I'll show you the store and make sure there are a lot of things. Uh, there will be less things in the kitchen."

The guest was easy to talk to, and the guy smiled and said, "How can you be so embarrassed? You are a guest... Otherwise, the guest stays for three days and I will refund your room for one day. I will come back tomorrow morning and bring you some New Year's Eve dinner from home."

Hu Guiyang waved his hand, "This little thing should be as much as the house price, how much does it cost to return it? Go home, I'll show you the store. We are marching outside all year round, and we can handle it no matter how we are."

The guy thanked him repeatedly and took away a box from the counter, leaving the rest of the things unmoved. "There is one more thing that the shopkeeper will not come today, if he will come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..."

"If he asks, I will say you have been in the store and have never left."

"The guest official is my great benefactor. I will bring you delicious food tomorrow. My mother's cooking skills are among the best in the town. My surname is Zhang. I will turn right after leaving the store, turn right after the first alley, and then turn right when I go to the back street. The seventh household is my house..." The man said quickly and pushed the door and ran away.

The store suddenly became deserted. After Hu Guiyang finished the rest of the meal and said to Dabing: "We are destined to have a lonely New Year."

He pushed the door open and stood at the door and looked at it. The town was not big, and the adults were busy at home. There were only a few naughty children running around on the street, occasionally stopping to set off a firecracker.

Hu Guiyang closed the door and bolted it, went to the backyard again, and opened the door and saw a figure running into a house from afar. The scene of a young man shouting at his parents after entering the door. He couldn't help but smile on his face, his nose moved slightly, as if he smelled the steaming smell of food.

He also bolted the back door, isolated himself from the town, and led the pancake to wander around aimlessly. The inn was simple and there was nothing worth stealing except for some rice, flour, wine and meat in the kitchen.

The most serious thing about Hu Guiyang throughout the morning was to squat in the toilet for a while, and the rest of the time was either dazed or wandered around.

At noon, Hu Guiyang cooked rice by himself, but he couldn't eat it after it was cooked. He put a few pieces of meat on the rice and steamed it with pickles. It tasted good and he loved pancakes.

"It's much better than the mountains." Hu Guiyang found that he was getting used to talking to the big cake, "and there was also wine."

It was still blue in the morning, but in the afternoon, the sky gradually turned lead-gray, like a large piece of just-wrung rag, and water would drip out at any time.

Hu Guiyang stood in the yard, watching the snowflakes falling, from debris to full pieces, from scattered to a large area of ​​confusion.

The surroundings became quieter and quieter, and occasionally a crisp sound came, as if it was from another world.

The big cake chasing the snowflakes for a while. When he was tired, he lay down under the eaves of the house, looked at the staggering master for a while, and lowered his head and bit one of his front paws.

The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang, and then one after another. The silence between heaven and earth was broken. Hu Guiyang came to his senses, patted the snow on his shoulder, and smiled at Dapian, "It's so close, but the customs here are different from those in the capital. Firecrackers are set off before nightfall."

"Wang." Da Ping seemed to agree.

"Deng Haisheng was originally a craftsman who made firecrackers. If I hadn't been pulled into the West Factory, his business would have been good this year."

The big cake called out again.

"What should I do? I'm not leaving now, nor going back, I'm trapped here."

The big cake shouted twice.

"You said wait a little longer? Well, it makes sense. I have left the capital now and have more skills in my body. I am becoming more and more like a strange man in Yunyang. Zhang Wuchen has returned to Beijing to report the news. If you say that no one cares about me, it is really inconsistent."

Dapian whined twice, as if he was saying that he didn't mean that.

Hu Guiyang stretched and was about to go back to his room to take a nap when he suddenly heard a knock on the door in front.

Dapeng stood up alertly, and Hu Guiyang whispered: "Don't pay attention to him and pretend there is no one in the store. If it is someone from the town, he will leave soon. If it is looking for me, hum, I will wait for so long, so let him wait for a while."

The big cake fell down again.

Not long after, the knock on the door stopped and the visitor had obviously left.

Hu Guiyang returned to the house and stood in the snow without feeling anything. As soon as he entered the house, he became cold from inside to outside. So he cleaned up the charcoal basin, poured out the ashes, and went to the kitchen to add a few pieces of charcoal. After it was born, he carried it into the house.

There was another knock on the door in the backyard.
Chapter completed!