The Legend of the Sacred Sword Cultivator
Ch 50: Jiji And Yiyi

"Wah wow... When I don't give a dog my left food and the dog tries to bite me instead? What incredible courage. A dog is still a dog. Always under the feet of people like me."

As if unable to accept the words of the beggar boy in front of him, the middle-aged woman who is believed to be the owner of the food stall sneered with a voice that was quite loud so that it attracted the attention of many people around them.

Hearing the scathing insults thrown from the woman's mouth in front of him, the boy who was still loyal to embrace the brother looked sharply staring while clenching his hands behind a shabby robe attached to his body.

"It's brother, there's no need to force it. I'm it's okay. Look, I'm doing okay, right? Tomorrow I will be healed just like the days before. Brother need not worry. Kit just leave this place, come on!"

The sister who saw the change in mood of her brother tried to convince her not to look for problems that would complicate them in the future.

"You hear! Hey quickly leave before I run out of patience." the middle-aged woman looked down at the two beggars in front of her as she walked into the tavern.

"Ah sorry ladies and gentlemen, there was a little problem. As my apology I will provide the best dish of this shop as a gift and of course free of charge. Please enjoy your day."

He said back and immediately told his servant to prepare customer orders that had been delayed beforehand.

The shop owner even gave her customers free food when she knew that customers could afford it. However, his heart was not moved to give a bottle of water to two sick and weak children.

Giving sincerely and on target is what deserves to be called kindness. But if giving is only for a certain motive and to those who are capable, it is not worth mentioning as good.

"Let's get our brother out of here, it's dark and it looks like it's going to rain soon. There's a little shack we'd better go there."

At the end of the road is a faint look of uninhabited small huts, only roofed leaves are woven in such a way as to dispel rain drops. Two pairs of wood to support the roof and a wall wrapped in a thin cloth to ward off the cold night wind.

"Yi'er forgive brother, for tonight we rest in this place first. Tomorrow brother will find a job in the village for our food." The girl Yi'er was holding was named Yiyi. He is the twin brother of a boy in front of him named Jiji.

"Sister Jiji need not worry, I am not hungry yet and my body is still healthy. I'll help you find a job tomorrow."

Yiyi raised both her hands in front of her chest while clenching her fists as a sign that she was excited.

But unfortunately his expression was inversely proportional to his speech. His spirit speech was unable to cover his pale face which was still drenched in cold sweat.

'Bhpc...'

Jiji gently touched the little brother's forehead which he then elus with full tenderness.

"Hey strong-ass boy, you'd better rest and not think too much." Then Jiji collected quite dry and wide leaves around the hut. After gathering a lot he arranged the leaves on the ground as their bedding.

"Lay Yi'er!" pinta Jiji while helping Yiyi to lie on the leaves. Then cover it with a banana leaf.

"No need to worry, big brother will walk out for a while to look around so that tomorrow we are not too difficult to find a job. Is it okay for Yiyi to wait here for a while?"

"So calm down, Yiyi doesn't matter, go!"

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When it became dark, Yang Jian only arrived at a small village. The lights in the homes of the residents shone brightly to indicate that the village was still inhabited.

Villagers still seem to pass by and move, indeed the day has just darkened. So it is only natural that the villagers are still busy with all their activities.

Yang Jian stepped into the village, at the village gate there was only a wooden fence that looked old and covered with vines. There were no guards or village guards. The village is untouched and rarely visited, it seems like the village has not been visited by guests in recent years, Yang Jian thought.

"Are you planning on staying here tonight?" Ask the dragon from the Heavenly World. Yang Jian nodded his head slowly to respond to the dragon, he began to observe the situation and condition of the village.

The location of the village was after he passed through a fairly large forest. Village behind the forest, it is only natural that the village is rarely visited by visitors. The building in the village is also not too luxurious and magnificent. Likewise with the shops and lodging that are only one floor.

The arrival of Yang Jian attracted the attention of the villagers. Blue robes mixed with white that adheres beautifully to his body fluttering in the wind. Charisma that comes out of his body indicates that he is a child of noble descent.

Plus the silver sebahu mane that perfected Yang Jian's handsome face was perfectly matched with his white and smooth leather alloy.

"Oh god, are we the arrival of an important person in this remote village?"

"God's grace is indeed descending in our village."

The whispers of the villagers became escorts of every footstep of Yang Jian. The gazes of their eyes clung perfectly to Yang Jian's body as if unable to be removed. Stares of admiration, surprise, greed and praise filled the eyes of the villagers.

But the one who was stared at instead walked with his flat face. Not feeling the slightest annoyance, being stared at by many people with themselves had been the center of attention for the past six months as if it was able to get Yang Jian used to it. He did not feel the slightest unease like he had first come out from the Valley of Hell.

"Young master... Young master, do you need a place to rest? Incidentally in our village there was only one inn. So, the young master can stop by my inn." a middle-aged woman ran over in a hurry to Yang Jian.

Likewise, the villagers around Yang Jian also approached him despite not saying a word. Just looking at Yang Jian's face fixedly was like looking at a beautiful scene that could not afford to be missed.

Yang Jian frowned looking at the villagers who numbered less than ten people who kept looking at him. He was a little confused, then he turned his gaze towards the middle-aged woman who asked him to speak.

"Does the lady also provide food?" Said Yang Jian looking towards a building that read shop and inn at the left end of the building.

Flat yet soft, cold yet warm and calm yet washed away. Such was the beautiful voice that came out from Yang Jian's mouth.