My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 252 Senior Brother's words make so much sense! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions and rewards! Seeking book recommendations!)

Lin Qingfeng and Su Ling'er disappeared at the end of the street.

In the corner, the few drivers who had been rejected gathered together again.

"Goodness gracious... Just now... you all saw it, right? That little girl... lifted Old Li's cart with just one hand?"

"I saw it... Not only did it lift up, but it didn't wobble at all! That wrist is like it's made of iron!"

"Pah! What a load of crap! Having such a formidable woman as a bodyguard... that boss must be rolling in money!"

"Exactly! That was terrifying! These days, even little girls are this fierce?"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, their focus entirely on Su Ling'er's incredible power.

At this moment, the dark-faced man called Old Zhang waved his hand, interrupting everyone's exclamations. His gaze was still fixed on the direction Lin Qingfeng and the others had left, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Hey, Old Zhang, what are you thinking about? Are you scared by that girl too?"

Old Zhang stroked the stubble on his chin, not answering immediately. He turned his head and looked at the crowd with a solemn expression.

"Being scared is secondary... didn't you guys... think that girl in the black outfit looked familiar?"

"look familiar?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then began to try to recall what Su Ling'er looked like.

“Now that you mention it… it does seem a bit…” The skinny man with the pointed chin and monkey-like face scratched his head. “Those eyebrows and eyes… I feel like I’ve seen them somewhere before…”

"I can't remember. There are so many people coming and going, and they all look alike. Maybe they've been to our city before."

The rickshaw pullers, busy making a living all day, had their memories worn down by countless business deals and daily toil. How could they possibly remember a young girl they barely knew?

"Forget it, forget it." Old Zhang finally waved his hand, giving up on thinking. "If I can't remember, then forget it. Who cares who she is, I didn't make any money anyway."

He put his felt hat back on and turned his gaze back towards the city gate: "Everyone, stay alert! Keep an eye on things! Maybe next time a big customer will come!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately dispersed and returned to their respective positions, ready to prepare for the next business opportunity. The familiar-looking girl from earlier was quickly forgotten by them.

……

Su Ling'er hasn't returned for three years...

The street is still the same street, and the shops on both sides are still the same as I remember.

Half a pig still hangs outside the butcher shop, the owner of Li's Cloth Shop is dozing off against the door frame, and the waiter at Yuelai Inn is still doing his job, loudly soliciting customers.

Everything seems unchanged.

But a sense of unfamiliarity rose in Su Ling'er's heart. She also noticed that there were half as many guards patrolling the street corner as before, and the way they had easily let people into the city before... Something was wrong.

Lin Qingfeng paid no attention to these details; he was observing the city with great interest.

Hmm, the modeling is pretty good, it has a nice ancient Chinese style. The shop signs are all handwritten, and the stone lions by the roadside show signs of weathering. The details are well done.

Lin Qingfeng and his group hadn't gone far when they saw a person at the corner of the wall in front of the Yuelai Inn.

The man was curled up on the ground, his body huddled together. He was covered with a tattered burlap garment, the fabric of which had been stained grayish-brown by dirt and dust.

His hair was matted together, forming hard clumps, and his face was streaked with black and yellow, making it impossible to see his original features. Only his eyes, hidden beneath the tangled hair, shone with a murky light.

In front of him was a chipped, broken bowl, and at his feet was a wooden sign with a line of crooked words written on it in charcoal.

Su Ling'er's gaze fell on the words: "Please, kind souls, have mercy! I haven't eaten for three days. I only need ten copper coins for a full meal."

Her heart tightened, and every now and then passersby would walk by. Some would stop, take a few coins out of their purse, and throw them into the broken bowl, making a series of clinking sounds.

At these moments, the huddled figure would twitch, uttering a muffled murmur from its throat: "Thank you, kind person... I wish you a long and healthy future..."

Seeing this scene, Su Ling'er's heart softened. She remembered the soup kitchen that was always open in front of her family's mansion, and her father's words: "Give a meal to the hungry and a piece of clothing to the cold, this is the essence of good intentions."

She reached into the pouch at her waist, intending to pull out a few copper coins, but Lin Qingfeng's gaze was fixed on the beggar, his eyes showing no pity.

Begging? That was one of our old trades in the Nine Streams Sect! You're trying to do this in front of me, the leader of the Nine Streams Sect... no, in front of me, the sect leader of the Guixi Sect? You're just showing off your skills in front of Lu Ban (a legendary carpenter).
Lin Qingfeng's gaze swept over the beggar. He saw the beggar's arm hidden under the burlap clothes, the muscle lines were clearly defined. He heard the beggar's long and powerful breathing, and could even sense the vigorous blood and energy in the beggar's body.

In this state, let alone not having eaten for three days. This food looks better than what those who gave him coins ate last night. And he says he hasn't eaten for three days? He's kidding me! I knew these able-bodied professional beggars were all old liars!
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of another figure at the far end of the alley—another beggar, preparing to start his day's work.

He was struggling to twist one of his legs at a contorted angle and tuck it into the other trouser leg, pretending to be a disabled person with a missing leg.

Sigh, the game's environment is so realistic; even the beggars on the street reflect reality.

At this moment, Su Ling'er was still taking out copper coins when Lin Qingfeng reached out and pressed her wrist. Su Ling'er looked at him in confusion, and Lin Qingfeng sighed inwardly.

My junior sister is so stupid. She looks like she's saying, "I'm going to fall for it, come and trick me!" Sigh, no, I have to show her the tricks of begging later, so she'll understand how lucrative this job is!
He pulled himself out of his thoughts and pressed down on Su Ling'er's wrist: "Junior sister, this man is hungry. Giving him copper coins is like trying to catch fish by climbing a tree. He still needs to exchange money for food. It's unnecessary. We should act according to our conscience. Why not just give him food directly?"

Su Ling'er was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Senior Brother… what he said… makes so much sense. I hadn’t thought things through. He… he actually has such a kind heart? And he didn’t slaughter these people as soon as he entered the city. Could it be… could it be that I’ve been wrong all along?
The eldest disciple is ruthless towards his fellow disciples and enemies, yet he is compassionate towards these mortals who have nothing to do with cultivation? Could there be a deeper meaning behind everything he did before?
In Su Ling'er's heart, the high wall built by fear and prejudice cracked once again. She looked at Lin Qingfeng with a hint of inquiry and confusion in her eyes.

Lin Qingfeng was pleased to see that she had been enlightened by him. Then, he turned into an alley and came out with a bag full of things.

He first took out a stack of white steamed buns from the bag, about twenty of them, and piled them all in front of the beggar!
beggar:!!!
Beggar: What's going on?!

(End of this chapter)