Immortal Martial God

Chapter 2405 Poverty

Chapter 2405 Poverty

Until then, Xiang Nan still maintained his plan of escaping every five days.

But now, almost all the martial artists in the world were tracking down Xiang Nan's whereabouts.

Xiang Nan could barely dodge the Godking, but he could not dodge warriors from all over the world.

Due to his helplessness, he temporarily sealed his cultivation realm. As an ordinary person, he lived in the common people's world and temporarily avoided the limelight.

The pier.

Xiang Nan carried the last generation of grain into the harbor with his bare shoulders.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down, reflecting the beautiful pier into a pink painting.

Xiang Nan pulled out a towel and wiped his sweaty body. He looked at the red clouds in the distance with a smile.

"Three years." Xiang Nan heaved a sigh of relief.

Three years had passed since he was an ordinary person, and the Heavenly God Sect's pursuit of Xiang Nan still hadn't stopped. On the contrary, it seemed to be getting more and more intense.

But sometimes, Xiang Nan didn't even wish for them to stop. If they were still looking for him, he could still lead an ordinary life.

These three years seemed incomparably long to Xiang Nan, and he had almost forgotten what it was like to be a martial artist.

Although the life of ordinary people is busy and tiring, but there is a very real sense of fulfillment.

In such a society, no one would be easily killed. Death was far away from the common people.

Thinking back to the path of martial dao that was filled with saber-light and sword-shadows, it was like a dream from another world.

"Xiaolong, let's go drink!"

The porters washed their bodies and invited with great interest.

A group of people went to the nearest tavern, chatting and laughing, taking every minute seriously.

At the banquet, everyone raised their cheap liquor and shouted, all drunk and hazy.

Xiang Nan smiled as he looked at everyone. He liked to observe everyone, everyone who had nothing to do with him, and was willing to listen to their own stories.

It turned out that there were no days of slaughter that could be so colorful.

This kind of small gathering would take place every three or five minutes, and Xiang Nan had already formed a habit.

"Xiaolong." A drunken strong man hugged Xiang Nan's shoulder and laughed, "When are you going to get a wife? It seems that you're not in a hurry."

Xiang Nan smiled and shook his head, "Brother Liu, don't make fun of me."

Everyone burst into laughter. A wretched-looking fellow said, "Xiaolong has a high eyesight. He doesn't like ordinary women at all."

The wine was in full swing, and the first floor was bustling with noise, occasionally accompanied by the sound of tables, chairs, and benches being kicked down.

Everyone leaned their necks and looked out of the window. The streets were already filled with pedestrians. A group of martial artists dressed in strong clothes were rushing into the tavern aggressively.

"It's a martial artist!" The porters were all frightened. They hurriedly put down their wine glasses and stood up. They respectfully waited for the "Martial Master" to inspect them.

To ordinary people, the word "martial artist" meant that they could fly to the heavens and escape from the earth. They could do anything, and that was absolutely not something they could provoke.

About three days ago, a group of martial artists came from this small seaside city. They were looking for a man named Tang Feng. In the past two days, more and more martial artists had come here.

Very quickly, a burst of footsteps came up the stairs. A group of martial artists appeared in front of Xiang Nan and the others with icy expressions.

Brother Liu hurriedly tugged at Xiang Nan's sleeve and whispered, "Alright, as long as we listen to the Martial Master, there will be no danger."

A martial artist took out a portrait of Tang Feng and checked everyone's appearances while asking if anyone had seen such a man before.

Everyone shook their heads in ignorance.

When he asked the vulgar man when Xiang Nan was going to ask for a wife, the man was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling. Peng Yi fell to the ground on his back and was unconscious.

The leading martial artist frowned and said, "Pretend to be dead? Beat him up!"

Three or five martial artists rolled their arms and sleeves, wanting to beat up the fainted man, while the other workers didn't even dare to move.

At this time, Xiang Nan took the lead in grabbing the vulgar man and helping him up.

The leader's expression turned cold as he said, "What, are you going to stand up for him?"

Xiang Nan shook his head and said, "I don't dare. I'm just worried about my friend."

That martial artist, Peng, punched Xiang Nan in the face and knocked him back a few steps. The martial artist raised his fist and said, "You have to suffer if you force yourself out. Looks like you are a bit righteous. I only used a small portion of my strength in this punch. Otherwise, your head will definitely explode."

"Believe it or not!" The martial artist grabbed Xiang Nan's collar and shouted, "I'm asking if you believe me!"

Xiang Nan said, "Yes."

The martial artist sneered and slapped the portrait on the table. "Keep an eye on it! When you see this man, report to the City Lord's Mansion immediately."

After saying that, the group of people left.

After the wretched man woke up, he was grateful to Xiang Nan for his spiritual body and said, "Fortunately, Brother Xiaolong saved me. If they seriously injured me, my family would be starving."

After being disturbed by the martial artists, everyone was no longer interested in drinking anymore. After saying goodbye, they went home to sleep.

After the martial artists arrived, everyone was panicked. The citizens had been hiding at home long ago and didn't dare to come out easily.

Xiang Nan walked alone on the streets at night. A gust of cold wind blew over. He drank more happily with the wine jug in his hand.

It was unknown how long it had been since he had enjoyed such a beautiful scenery and such a night breeze.

After that, the situation became even worse.

The entire seaside town was under martial law, and even the only dock was forbidden from trading. It was not allowed to open for half a year.

This group of porters, who worked and ate for a day, were forced to the brink of death.

Fortunately, Xiang Nan was alone. Although he didn't earn much money in normal days, he still managed to save some money.

But it has bitterly ruined the brothers who brought home the family.

Everyone tightened their belts, smashed pots and sold iron to make ends meet. If they could eat as little as possible, they would eat less. It had been a month since they had touched wine.

Even so, he was still unable to withstand Granule Wu Shou's embarrassment.

Xiang Nan sat in the doorway of his small mud house to enjoy the cool. He quietly watched the passersby walking up and down the street, their faces full of worry.

Everyone is rushing for their livelihoods, working hard for today's rations.

Night was approaching, and a familiar figure was being pulled along the street for a very long time.

"Brother Liu, I haven't seen you for many days." Xiang Nan held the prayer fan and smiled as he stood up to greet him.

Brother Liu, who was already like a middle-aged man, forced a smile. He opened his mouth, but it was as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Xiang Nanqi said, "Could it be that you've come to find me? However, there's something you need help with."

Brother Liu hesitated for a while, but patted Xiang Nan on the shoulder and said, "No, I haven't seen you for many days. I'm panicking in my heart. Come and take a look."

"Sit in the room." Xiang Nan greeted him tightly.

"No, no, your sister-in-law is still waiting at home. We have to hurry back." Brother Liu gritted his teeth and said, "Xiaolong, be good. The brothers can survive."

Looking at Brother Liu's departing figure, Xiang Nan was thoughtful.

The next morning, Xiang Nan stood outside a small broken courtyard with half a bag of white flour in his hand.

Inside, there were adults crying and children shouting. That eldest sister-in-law and Brother Liu were quarreling like crazy.

"We haven't eaten in three days! We can handle it, what about the child?"

"Didn't I think of a way?"

"Think of a way? What can you think of? Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to borrow some food from Xiaolong, but you still wanted to lose face! What about this family?"

"Speak less. Xiaolong is not easy either. A lonely child, come out and fight alone. It's pitiful. How can I open my mouth to him?"