Who thought, the next morning, some people were more active than him waiting in the martial arts arena.


    When Gu Zheng saw the group of martial artists led by Huang Hongfei and looked forward to the newly released routine explanation books in his hands, he was praised by his painting skills and convinced by his concise and clear explanation, a large pile of equally simple books came out of his hands.


    What "Wulang Bagua stick", "tiexian boxing", "Wuxing boxing"


    And Huang Hongfei''s famous stunt "shadowless feet"


    These are his Gu Zheng''s next work to repair these imperfect Wulin secrets that non-human beings can understand.


    Gu Zheng, unable to laugh or cry, had only one idea. To Baolin, he planned to follow the example of the great sect of the gate and set up a "Sutra Pavilion" himself.


    Well, it''s included in the original owner''s task to rescue and repair books.


    Here, the secret script is also a book. Don''t take bean bags as dry food!


    Client, this is also piecework!


    Gu Zheng gave the idea of this time to the original owner through laughing and forgetting the book. Who wants to become the pedantic scholar, he agreed at once.


    In these days of personal observation and learning, the client suddenly learned a lot from Gu Zheng.


    And his thought is also perfect from the protection of specific books to the continuation of cultural inheritance.


    Love books like life is commendable in Gu Zheng''s idea. It is a noble behavior. Of course, the original owner''s petty theft was automatically ignored by him. Flaws do not hide virtues, flaws do not hide virtues.


    Gu Zheng, who didn''t know he had been affirmed, finally came out to take a breath after he put all these books back to their original places.


    Both son and Lao Tzu are virtuous. Grasping a person is fierce use.


    Anyway, go buy a dress first. I''m already a rich man with a deposit of half a ton of money! Wearing such clothes again is inconsistent with your identity.


    It was already the evening after work, but the streets leading to the commercial street in Baolin reached the busiest time of the day.


    This street, which can only accommodate two horses driving together, has been filled with people returning home from work.


    There are people coming and going in front of the serious facade store. The vendors who go to the city for retail have no previous reserve. They find a gap in this street that can barely be filled, and put out the surplus goods in their hands, hoping to sell them before the gate of Buddha city is closed.


    The gap in this meeting is the opportunity for housewives to take advantage of it. Not fresh dishes, meat eager to sell in the summer, and some inventory of groceries are the objects of their purchase.


    But Gu Zheng, who arrived at this street, had different goals. He went straight to the clothing store that the poor people rarely visited. In only a quarter of an hour, he appeared at the door again, which was a big change.


    At this time, Gu Zheng''s robe was no longer the gray broken robe that couldn''t see its own color, but an indigo cotton robe.


    Although the materials and tailoring are the most common one in the store, they are somewhat gentle and elegant under the interpretation of Gu Zheng''s body.


    At this time, Gu Zheng can finally be called "Sir" respectfully by unfamiliar people.


    No, he was shy again and came to the stand of the tavern in no hurry, but he stood in front of the drinking table outside the counter for a long time and didn''t see a familiar bartender come to greet him.


    "Hey, I said, bartender, aren''t you going to do business today? Old acquaintances don''t say hello?"


    The mentioned bartender put down his spoon for selling wine and turned his head in surprise: "are you Mr. Gu? You''ve really changed. I thought you were a distinguished guest who wanted to eat wine in the store. You just looked at the water brand of the dishes here."


    "Why is Mr. Gu a developed man now, and he doesn''t plan to go in for a drink?"


    Gu Zheng outside the stage quickly shook his head: "no, I still like the familiar taste. You''d better give it to me according to the old rules. In other words, my wine yesterday was still warm in your bowl. I don''t know..."


    "Oh, of course, I''ll make it up for you, but Mr. Gu, what are the widows looking for you in the black light yesterday?"


    "It won''t be... Hey, hey, you know, today you not only came back unscathed, but also put on a brand-new robe... Everyone will understand."


    What and where is this!


    Gu Zhenggang sent the wine to his mouth and almost sprayed it out again.


    He was about to explain the whole story when he noticed that his long shirt was gently pulled from the back.


    Behind him was little Su Qier, looking at him seriously and motioning him to the corner for a chat.


    Gu Zheng, who couldn''t talk to the bartender any more, came to the corner not far away with the little beggar.


    "I didn''t buy steamed stuffed buns today. I''ll treat you to a full meal another day. Thank you for your help."


    "No, I''m Su Xiaoqi. It''s impossible to coerce others to repay kindness. I''m looking for you today. Here, take it. Someone asked me to pass this to you. You give me a reply, and I have to deliver it."


    Still a serious little beggar, he handed a letter from his arms.


    Gu Zheng, with a puzzled look on his face, took the letter and looked at it carefully twice, showing a corresponding happy look on his face.


    He looked around. In front of the sour scholar''s booth where he wrote letters on behalf of others at the corner of the street, he spent two large sums of money to borrow paper and pen. After three or two times, he finished writing the reply, which was stuffed back into the envelope made of brown paper.


    "Here! Little brother, this is the reply to TANKOU. Why did you do the work of sending letters for them? Don''t you beggars'' sect despise these foolish and ignorant women most?"


    Asked here, Su Xiaoqi''s face showed a rare trace of shame and admiration. He corrected Gu Zheng''s attitude very seriously and returned with righteous words: "Mr. Gu, you can''t always look at people with colored eyes. I thought so."


    "But your husband doesn''t know. After I saw their righteous deeds last night, I found that these women are stupid, but what they do is admirable."


    With the little beggar''s narration, the child finally danced and danced. When they slept on the top of the wharf recruitment warehouse at night, they saw the red light and the battle between foreigners'' smuggling ships, lowered their voice, and gave Gu Zheng a vivid description.


    "In a word, these are teachers of benevolence and righteousness, and it''s my honor to pass the news between Mr. Gu and TANKOU. They let our beggars'' sect be responsible for future contact with Mr. Gu today, and I agreed."


    "I also regard myself as a teacher of justice and contribute my strength!"


    Looking at the appearance of this young but pretending to be an old beggar, Gu Zheng''s cold heart was rare and soft. He touched each other''s hair, handed out the last copper coin in his sleeve and stuffed it into each other''s hands.


    "Well, the teacher of justice also needs food and grass first. He has strength only when he is full, doesn''t he?"


    Looking at the envelope in his hand and the greasy money left over from buying steamed stuffed buns, the boy who didn''t know why to cry trembled in reply: "well, I went to the bar, sir, you go to the bar!"


    After that, he squeezed three or two times in the crowd and disappeared in the direction of the small street.