Chapter 108

Li Changsheng came to the meat bun shop and said calmly.

His values were very correct; the little beggar was wrong to soil the meat bun first, so the meat bun shopkeeper could not be blamed for scolding her.

"Alright, alright! Thank you... Little Daoist!"

The shopkeeper saw that it was a little Daoist wearing a Daoist robe and said hurriedly.

Then he chose a few big meat buns and handed them to the little beggar.

"Hmph! I don't want them anymore!"

Who would have thought that the little beggar would push hard, the shopkeeper stumbled, and the few big meat buns flew toward the high sky, about to fall to the ground.

Li Changsheng waved his large sleeve, a force flowed, and he directly caught the few big meat buns.

"Not bad! It's quite fragrant."

Li Changsheng took a bite, nodded slightly, and praised.

"Hmph! Meddlesome! Hope you choke to death!"

Seeing this, the little beggar swallowed her saliva, her figure moved, she drilled into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

"Little Daoist, this..."

The shopkeeper looked at the scene in front of him, somewhat at a loss.

"No matter! Please, shopkeeper, pack these few meat buns for me!"

Li Changsheng was frugal and said naturally.

Soon, the meat bun shopkeeper packed the meat buns for Li Changsheng.

"Thank you, shopkeeper!"

Li Changsheng apologized politely, then left calmly, his gaze moving, piercing through the crowd, as if he had seen the little beggar, and walked over unhurriedly.

He saw the little beggar drill directly into a big restaurant.

Not long after, the waiter of the big restaurant was about to push the little beggar out.

After all, the little beggar's appearance was clearly easy to get kicked out by people.

"Waiter, this little brother is my guest! Let him come in together."

Li Changsheng appeared, stopped the waiter from kicking people out, and took the little beggar, walking slowly into the big restaurant.

Thus, the waiter saw this, although a bit puzzled, did not kick anyone out again.

The little beggar found that it was Li Changsheng again, was angry in her heart, and wanted to break free, but was grabbed by the wrist by Li Changsheng and could not break free at all.

In the strange eyes of a crowd of guests, a little Daoist, grabbing a little beggar, walked into the restaurant.

"Hey! Why are you grabbing me?! Why don't you let me go?!"

"Otherwise, I'll scream!"

The little beggar could not break free and said unconvinced.

"Little Huang Rong, oh little Huang Rong, clearly a very beautiful cute girl, why pretend to be a little beggar?!"

"Are you out of money? Or are you worried about being caught by bad people?!"

"Back then, Huang Yaoshi told you to cultivate well, but you fished for three days and dried nets for two days; now it's good, you've finally suffered, right?!"

Just at this moment, Li Changsheng suddenly spoke, looking at the little beggar, and said playfully.

Hearing this, the little beggar was shocked in her heart, looking at Li Changsheng as if she had seen a ghost; her gaze shifted, as if she were thinking of a countermeasure.

She did not expect that the little Daoist in front of her would know her so well, even knowing that she did not want to cultivate when she was young.

But... who is this little Daoist?!

He knows my father, but I have no impression of him at all?!

The little beggar's heart was in chaos, and she began to let her imagination run wild.

"Wha... what little Huang Rong, not little Huang Rong?! What are you talking about?!"

"I don't understand, let me go quickly!"

Although she was very suspicious of Li Changsheng's identity in her heart, she had traveled the world these days, and although she hadn't learned anything else, she had learned vigilance to the fullest.

Therefore, the little beggar did not admit it, but pretended not to understand.

"Alright! Don't hide it anymore!"

"I know your name is Huang Rong, and your father is the Eastern Heretic Huang Yaoshi!"

Li Changsheng met little Huang Rong for the first time and had no interest in playing the game of hiding identities with her, but chose to directly reveal the little beggar's background, "Speaking of which, we have some connection; my master is Wang Chongyang, and my name is Li Changsheng, the little junior uncle of the Quanzhen Sect!"

"Hmm?! You... you are Li Changsheng?!"

The little beggar was shocked, looking at the Daoist robe on Li Changsheng, and found that this Daoist robe was indeed exactly the same as the middle-aged Daoist named Qiu Chuji who had come to her house back then.

"Oh! You don't deny it now?!"

Li Changsheng knew that the little beggar had defaulted to her identity; at the same time, a doubt also arose in his heart: I know Huang Rong because I have read the original work, but how does she know me?!