Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi was dreaming of becoming the number one manor in the world.

But then he heard Zhao Hang and Liu Heng talking.

The two men rode their horses and deliberately raised their voices, making sure that Lin San Niang could hear them clearly.

"You have no idea, last month I forcibly broke through to the first rank of cultivation in Qingzhou!"

He took three blows from the Black Wind Stronghold's third leader without suffering the slightest loss!

Zhao Hang patted his chest, his voice unconsciously rising, his dark face full of pride.

"After some more time, I will refine my internal energy a bit more, and maybe I can reach the threshold of the top-level first grade."

"Rank One! There aren't many people in the world who can reach that rank!"

Liu Heng chuckled and glanced at him sideways:

"What's so great about being a first-rank official?"

I am now at the peak of the first rank, just one step away from breaking through to the next level.

"If we really fight, your initial first-grade cultivation level is no match for me."

Zhao Hang became anxious.

"Hey, you little brat, you looking for a beating?"

So what if you're at the pinnacle of the first rank?

My rank is the result of genuine hard work; my physique is far stronger than yours!

"What kind of physique do you have? You're just all brute force!"

The two of them chatted back and forth, each sentence aimed at Lin San Niang, clearly wanting to show off their skills in front of her.

Lin San Niang frowned slightly upon hearing this, but did not say anything to stop her.

After all, she was the "most beautiful girl" in the escort agency, so it was only natural for men to fight over her.

Her gaze swept over Xie Xiaoyi, and seeing him sitting quietly on his horse with his eyes closed, she couldn't help but secretly observe him.

Tsk!

That kid is so handsome!

It would be so much fun to roll around in the wheat field with him.

He has a clean and refreshing appearance, with a touch of wildness in his eyes and brows. I wonder what it would be like if we were to actually fight him.

Over there, Zhao Hang and Liu Heng were arguing fiercely when, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Lin San Niang's gaze was fixed on Xie Xiao Yi.

His eyes held an indescribable scrutiny, as if he wanted to devour the boy.

The two of them felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

So all that bragging about her first-grade cultivation level didn't really catch her attention; instead, she was looking at that pretty boy.

I'm angry.

Liu Heng was the first to react, spitting out a curse and veiling his sarcasm:

"Hmph, what's the use of being handsome?"

He's just a pretty boy who's all looks and no substance!

If we really encountered bandits, our legs would probably go weak, and we'd need some men to protect us!

Zhao Hang and he now share a common "love rival," so they begin to unite against this common enemy.

"that is!

Some people have a beautiful appearance but are nothing but empty shells!

In terms of real skill, he's probably just a showy but ineffective weapon!

Xie Xiaoyi suddenly opened his eyes.

Two idiots.

The people who used to ridicule me are now doing it to me.

I accept your accusation of being a hypocrite, after all, I'm quite handsome.

You mean the wax spearhead?

Damn it, I'm going to vindicate my "second brother".

If you knew my "Dragon Tail Swing" martial arts move, you would be terrified.

Xie Xiaoyi secretly made up his mind that he would capture Lin Sanniang along the way to avenge the humiliation his "second brother" had suffered.

......

As the sun began to set, the woods along the road grew denser, and Lin San Niang raised her hand to call a halt:

"Rest for half an hour, then set up the pot and cook!"

The caravan members scattered in response. Zhao Hang and Liu Heng arranged for everyone to be on guard, but their eyes kept glancing at Lin San Niang's buttocks, as if she were a reincarnated starving ghost.

Xie Xiaoyi found a clean bluestone to sit on, and just as he took out the water pouch from his waist, he heard a series of footsteps behind him.

He looked back and saw two monks walking towards the fork in the road.

The elderly monk at the head of the group was about sixty years old. He wore a gray robe and held a wooden staff. His eyes and brows revealed a kind and gentle expression.

Behind him followed a young monk, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a sturdy build and a handsome, clear face.

Wearing a faded monk's robe, he didn't look shabby at all; on the contrary, it accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him look clean and handsome.

"Sorry to bother you, benefactor."

The old monk stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"This humble monk and his disciple have come from a pilgrimage. We have come across this place and wish to ask for a bowl of hot water to quench our thirst. Would that be so convenient?"

Lin San Niang was squatting by the fire fanning herself when she heard this. She looked up and smiled.

"Don't be so polite, monk. The water in the pot will boil soon. Please have a seat, Master."

The old monk thanked him and led the young monk to sit down a short distance away.

The young monk put down his cloth satchel and curiously looked at the members of the caravan. When his gaze swept over Xie Xiaoyi, he even gave him a friendly smile.

Xie Xiaoyi was touched by his innocent smile and reached into his backpack to take out a small packet of water chestnut cake and toss it over.

"Master, your journey must have been arduous. If you don't mind, please accept these pastries."

The young monk caught it, opened it, and was startled. He quickly stood up and put his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor's intention is kind, but monks are particular about quiet cultivation, and it is really inconvenient to accept such exquisite pastries."

Before he could finish speaking, the old monk raised his hand and gave him a sharp flick on the forehead, scolding him:

"Foolish disciple, the Buddha's teachings reside in your heart, not in your mouth."

The gift of cakes from the benefactor is a matter of fate, and our receiving of cakes is also a matter of fate. Why all this affectation?

The young monk covered his forehead and argued:

"Master, didn't you say that monks should sever their attachments, distance themselves from worldly things, and not indulge in gluttony?"

The old monk picked up a piece of water chestnut cake and held it to his lips, his gaze as deep as a still pool:

"To cling to the idea of ​​'non-greed' is itself a form of greed."

Avoiding mundane things only creates obstacles.

Buddhist scriptures say, "One should abide nowhere and yet give rise to the mind." Purity does not lie in external things, but in the absence of attachment within the mind.

The young monk didn't argue with his master anymore; no matter what, his master was right.

He felt so innocent!

After speaking, the old monk returned the greeting by pressing his palms together in return to Xie Xiaoyi:

"This humble monk thanks the benefactor on behalf of his unworthy disciple."

All the blessings in the world originate from the heart.

"This piece of water chestnut cake you offered is a seed of good karma; blessings will surely come your way in the future."

After saying that, he picked up a piece of pastry and gave one to the little monk, and the two of them began to eat.

Liu Heng sneered and deliberately raised his voice:

"These days, anyone can run off into the martial world. They're barely out of school, probably can't even withstand a bandit's knife!"

These words were ostensibly directed at the two monks, but were actually a veiled jab at Xie Xiaoyi.

Xie Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Oh shit.

You're giving me too much credit.

I'll give you a big green hat to wear later.

Seeing that Liu Heng was making veiled accusations again, Lin San Niang quickly called him over to lend her a hand.

Liu Heng was secretly delighted. He stared at Lin San Niang's back and ran over to her.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle shattered the tranquility of the mountain forest.

Lin San Niang was startled and exclaimed, "Oh no! There's something wrong! Everyone, take your positions and protect the caravan!"

Upon hearing this, the members of the escort team quickly drew their swords and formed a protective formation around the two escort carts.

Sure enough, as soon as the whistle blew, dozens of burly men sprang out from the shadows of the trees all around.

The steel knife in his hand gleamed coldly in the setting sun, and he instantly surrounded the caravan.