Chapter 308: The Boring Female Demon vs. the Silly Young Master (3)

Ding Yifan successfully escaped from the bank, but was afraid of being discovered by the servants who chased him out. He suddenly had an idea and walked into the rice shop, planning to hide for a while.

When he thought about regaining his freedom and being able to freely venture into the world, he jumped up with his fists clenched in joy.

"Sir, you spilled my rice." The gray-haired old man grabbed his hand.

He looked at the ground and saw that the rice was spilled all over the floor. It was just that the rice was yellow and short, and it didn't look like it was of good quality.

But he clearly didn't touch anything.

Could it be that he was too happy just now and spilled other people's rice without paying attention?

"Sir, businessmen believe in making money through harmony. If you give me the money for this bag of rice, I won't bother you."

He felt that the old man's attitude was good and his words were reasonable. After struggling for a while to figure out whether he spilled the rice, he readily took out his wallet.

He also saw the old man's hopeful eyes.

But the clothes he was wearing were not his own, and the purse was naturally not his own either. The purse was empty, with nothing in it.

Damn, how could one go about the world without sufficient silver!

"Old man, I forgot to bring money when I went out today." He took out his empty purse and said with a wry smile, "How about I come back to compensate you when I have money?"

"Playing tricks?! Not paying?! Be careful or I'll break your legs."

He didn't understand why the old man, who had just spoken so kindly, suddenly became so vicious, and even took the rice pusher to pretend to hit him.

"No need to pay. I saw with my own eyes that he spilled it himself, and he just thought you were easy to bully because you were so delicate."

He looked up at the young man who spoke up for him, but unexpectedly found that she was the woman dressed as a man whom he saw in the alley last time. The voice was a man's voice. If he hadn't bumped into her before, he would have really thought she was a real man.

What a fate. He muttered silently in his heart.

"Where did you come from, you bastard? Be careful or I'll beat you up too."

The old man didn't lie. The rice pusher in his hand really hit him. He stared at the rice pusher blankly, wondering if his hand would be broken when it hit him.

"Be careful." The disguised woman pulled him, and the rice pusher hit the rice jar, breaking it.

He didn't expect the old man to hit him so hard. Just as he was about to argue with him, the woman pulled his hand and ran away.

"You rascals... catch rascals... bullying me, an old man... is there any justice..." The old man selling rice chased them while shouting at people everywhere.

"Change into this clothes. The servant's clothes are too eye-catching." The woman threw a man's robe from her sleeves to him like a magic trick.

"Where can I change?" He was dragged by the hand and ran all the way, and he was already out of breath.

"Change here." The woman took him to the roof.

The roof... He remembered the lazy, casual, and tired female voice on the roof last time.

"Change." The woman reminded him.

"In front of you?" He felt his face was about to wrinkle. She was a woman disguised as a man, and he was a real man.

"Change if I ask you to. I won't peek at you."

He dared to swear that he noticed the smile hidden in her serious expression.

"Hurry up and change. The roof is not high. If they climb up to the roof, you can't escape..."

It turned out that she meant that if he was slow, he would not take him away. He didn't care about the separation between men and women, and hurriedly took off his servant clothes and changed into the clothes she gave him.

"Where are we going next?" After changing back into normal clothes, his heart settled down. This way, he should not be recognized by the old man.

"To participate in the martial arts competition."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, he immediately ran in the direction where she was. Her thoughts coincided with his own.

"Watch your step."

Just as he rushed in front of her, the tile under his feet suddenly fell down under the weight.

"Help..." He thought of the experience of breaking his leg last time.

"Okay, walk by yourself."

The expected pain did not come, but instead he felt a sense of security and stability. He tightened the clothes around him and opened his eyes carefully.

"Two grown men are pulling and tugging in broad daylight, which is ridiculous." The voice of the onlookers.

He looked at the people around him curiously, and their feet were all on the ground.

He lifted his own feet, which were also on the ground. Reassured. He sighed.

"Let's go." The woman pulled his hand away.

She saved his life, so she is his savior, right? Ding Yifan stared at her back in a daze, and only hurriedly followed her when she was about to disappear around the corner.

"Do you know where the martial arts competition is held?"

The woman looked at him as if he was a fool, and said in a flat tone: "Just find an empty stone wall on this street, and the information you want to know is posted on it."

Ding Yifan really looked at the stone wall in front of him, and there was really a place written on it - Wangjiang Tower.

"Why do you want to participate in the martial arts competition?" He was just curious about why a woman would participate in the martial arts competition.

The woman still looked at him with eyes that cared for a fool and said, "To compete."

"I'm going to compete, too." He was happy. He really found a like-minded person. The next second, he was embarrassed again. His inferior hands and feet couldn't even compare to her, let alone those heroes in the martial arts world.

This time, the woman looked at him with an even stranger look, "Why do you want to compete if you don't know martial arts?"

"I thought that not all the participants in the competition are worthy of the name, right? What if I am lucky enough to win one or two?"

As soon as he said this, he successfully received the look of concern for the fool.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you the truth. I want to become a disciple and learn martial arts. I've wanted to venture into the martial arts world since I was a child. If a martial arts master takes a fancy to me in the martial arts competition and accepts me as his apprentice, then I can realize my long-cherished wish of becoming famous."

He has already imagined the scene many years later, when he would sit alone on the high throne of the martial arts world and be admired by young men.

"Oh."

The feedback he got was very meager.

"In fact, the most important purpose of my trip is to see Alliance Master Zhuang." He pulled his sleeves, imagining what kind of majestic appearance the famous Alliance Master Zhuang should have, and fantasized about how it would be great if he could be personally instructed by Alliance Master Zhuang.

"Have you met Alliance Master Zhuang? Are you curious about what he looks like?" He retracted his fantasy and cast his eyes on the woman next to him. However, unexpectedly, he saw clear disdain and disgust in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)