Aqiang jumped out of nowhere and secretly joined the team again.
After Liang Siheng found out, he immediately rushed up and said, "Brother Zhou, have you found my money bag?"
"You can tell by looking at him like this. I just saw someone at the gambling stall." Zhong Xiaofan put his head in his hands and looked at Aqiang.
"Yeah, yeah, I really can't find it, but don't worry, brother. When I was looking for it on the other side, a very powerful master told me that as long as you go to the west of the town, there will be clues. Your money The bag will definitely come back to you plump.”
"Not even a copper coin is a lot?"
"Well, one copper is a lot, and there may be a few more."
Liang Siheng bumped Zhong Xiaofan and Chen Hongjing with his elbows, raised his head and said to Aqiang: "Brother Zhou, let's go and look for money bags in the west of the town." Look at his brother Zhou, how nice he is, let's go out When you meet a noble person, you can immediately calculate where your money bag is.
Zhong Xiaofan looked at Liang Siheng's admiring look and could only sigh and say nothing more. He was convinced before he found it. Although this Aqiang was a good person, with his personality, he was a ruffian. He is naughty and really makes Zhong Xiaofan dislike him.
Zhong Xiaofan looked at Chen Hongjing on the side and waved his hands in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking about? You are so fascinated."
Chen Hongjing shook his head and said nothing. He looked at the direction they came from and found the conversation between the old beggar and the master sitting under the south door plaque very interesting.
At that time, the master took the three of them from the street of Queen Mother to the south of the town. The master stopped in front of an old beggar, put a copper plate into the old beggar's broken bowl, and there was the following Three questions and three answers.
"Has the old gentleman ever seen a money bag embroidered on both sides?"
"I'm disappointed, Master, I didn't see it."
"The old gentleman has sound limbs and good literary talent. Can he ever do this?"
"Hahaha, you are not a fish, how do you know the joy of fish?"
"You are not a fish, how do you know that I don't know the joy of fish?"
"I'm not a son, so I don't know it; I'm not a fish, so I don't know the joy of fish."
"Please follow the source. Confucius said: 'You who know the joy of fish, ask me since you know what I know, and I know what it is.'"
"Hahahaha, indeed, it is impossible to reason with scholars."
"I don't dare. Everyone has their own ideas in their hearts. However, I still hope that the old gentleman will listen to my suggestions more." The master bowed to the old beggar. This behavior attracted the attention of the three children beside him. Unexpectedly, the master, who was respected in his own town, would bow to an old beggar.
"There is one last question, please ask it." The old beggar waved his hand and said with a smile.
"No, keep it, leave it to one of my three students. If they don't understand something in the future, I hope sir can help them answer it." These words were communicated by the master to the old beggar from his heart. . Although he didn't get a reply, the master was sure that the old beggar had heard it.
Sure enough, the old beggar nodded.
"Grandpa, you only have so little money, will you go hungry at night?"
When Liang Siheng said this, he almost spit out the old blood in the master's heart. I finally saved the last question, hoping to leave it to them to solve their doubts in the future, but I didn't expect to ask it so quickly.
The old beggar was silent for a while, then laughed loudly: "I starve, sometimes I will, sometimes I won't. It depends on how many coins are in this bowl during the day." The old beggar knocked on the coin in front of him. Broken bowl.
Liang Siheng took a step forward, squatted down, took out two coins from his clothes, and said to the old beggar: "Grandpa, my little purse was stolen by others, so I can only donate these two coins to is you."
Chen Hongjing noticed Liang Siheng's reluctance when he put the two copper plates into the broken bowl. The two copper plates were one given to him by Chen Hongjing and Zhong Xiaofan each as a small consolation for the loss of his small purse. , I guess even Master Liang Siheng didn’t expect that one minute he was talking about using these two copper coins to buy another candy, and the next minute he donated these two coins.
Zhong Xiaofan also took a step forward, put a swordsman carved from wood into the broken bowl, and put two copper plates along the way, and said: "Grandpa, although these two copper plates are not enough for you to have a meal tonight, I will give them to you again." You are a swordsman, and then I tell you a story, and you can use this story to exchange for more copper coins. In other words..."
Chen Hongjing said something to his wife, and went alone to buy several bunches of candied haws-gluts. Each person had a bunch. He also followed Liang Siheng and Zhong Xiaofan's example and handed over the candied haws-gluts in his hand, and then placed two copper plates. He entered the broken bowl and said: "Grandpa, eat it, this thing is so sweet. If you are not full at night, at least eat this and you will not be so hungry."
The old beggar smiled and took the candied haws from Chen Hongjing's hand. After patiently listening to Zhong Xiaofan's story, he first praised Zhong Xiaofan and said that with his story, he would definitely have enough to eat every day in the future. In a year or two, it is feasible to buy a big house based on this story.
"Kids, can I ask you a few questions?"
The three children nodded at the same time.
"What do you want to do when you grow up?"
"Being a hero, wherever there is a world, there is me, Zhong Xiaofan, Zhong Daxia."
"I want to be a rich man, a very rich man."
"I want to open a few inns where people who have eaten the chicken cooked by me will rave about it."
The old beggar laughed and clapped his hands and said, "If you have any questions in the future, you can come to Grandpa. Grandpa can answer three questions for each of you."
"Can anything be done?" Liang Siheng asked.
"Hahaha, of course."
A group of people came to the ruins in the west of the town. After listening to their story, Aqiang kept shaking his head and said that if he went there, he would definitely treat you, the old beggar, to a good meal. After all, he could make the three of his family Anyone who has been given money by Big Brother must be greeted well. What a pity, what a pity.
Zhong Xiaofan said it right away, if you don't kill others, they will already be very grateful to you.
The little boy was sitting alone on the threshold of a shabby hut and saw a group of people slowly walking towards him. The small money bag in his hand belongs to one of those people, and there is also a young man standing on the edge. He is so tall and powerful that he went to a gambling stall and even had money stolen from him without even knowing it.
The little boy didn't leave, but waited quietly for them to come towards him, and he also disliked them for walking too slowly. If it were anyone else, seeing the person who stole his things right in front of him, he would definitely be running wildly. Swear loudly and get beaten up when caught.
The little boy was only ten steps away from that group of people. The little boy was really impatient with waiting. He stood up, walked a few more steps forward, and threw the small money bag in the direction of Liang Siheng.
"I'll give it back to you. The money in it is gone. You can kill or chop me into pieces as you please. Anyway, my life is going to die." The little boy stood there without making any move.
Liang Siheng caught the small money bag, laughed happily, and showed off to Fuzi and Aqiang, "I'm back, I'm back, the small money bag is back," and said, "Brother Zhou, the person you met is really awesome, although he made a mistake later." It took a step, but the little money bag finally came back.
The little boy stood in front of them, watching the group of people take the money bag. A man dressed like a master gave himself a string of copper coins and said to himself: If you have any questions, you can come to me. I have been here for the past few days. At Fuyuan Inn. After saying that, the group of people chatted and laughed, then turned and left.
Only a loud noise was heard, coming from behind the little boy. The little boy turned around and ran back. The loud noise came from the ruined temple.
They are still in the temple.
The three of them, Mr. Fan, were kneeling on the ground and shivering, not daring to say a word. The blood kept dripping from their faces. They still did not dare to take a big breath, for fear that in the next second, they would be beaten to death by the three unknown mountain men in front of them. .
Three strangers appeared in front of them inexplicably. The first thing they asked them was where the temple was. How did Fan Datou and the others know what temple it was? When they saw that they were neatly dressed and bright, they went straight to rob them. As a result, he was slapped away by one of them.
Fan Datou felt that seeing things was a bit blurry now, and the three of them had already smashed two Buddha statues, but still couldn't find what they wanted. He didn't know what they wanted. Anyway, if he couldn't find it, he and his two younger brothers would definitely die.
"I said, can you tell these brats to stop crying? If they cry again, I'm afraid I'll be in a bad mood and slap one of you again."
The speaker was a young man in white clothes, waving the folding fan in his left hand, a silent young man in black clothes, and a man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a long knife.
The man said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense to them? Just kill a few children. If you don't like them, kill them all. It's a waste of time and effort."
After Fan Datou heard this, regardless of whether he was still dizzy or not, he immediately kowtowed: "Big man, have mercy on me, big man, have mercy on me, I haven't seen anything, I don't know anything, I promise I won't say anything. Stinky." Boys, if you don’t want to die, please calm down quickly.”
"God, you can't say that. I don't want to cause trouble. The sect has already warned us. One more thing is worse than one less thing. If this matter comes to the court and the court pursues the sect, all of us will I can’t eat and run around.” The boy in white explained.
"However, if you can't find it, you might not be able to find it." The boy in white looked at Fan Datou with a smile.
Suddenly, a child rushed in and everyone looked at him. The children who cried loudly seemed to see hope and ran towards the little boy.
The little boy protected all the children behind him. Seeing Fan Datou's injury, he roughly guessed what happened. The little boy took a step forward, followed the example of the people in the world, raised his hands and said: "Brothers, here are we Where you usually live, brothers, if there is anything you want to find, just ask, I can help you find it, but the premise is that you can't kill us."
The boy in white folded the folding fan and said with a smile: "Okay, we don't want to make things big. As long as you can find what we want, we will leave immediately and promise not to kill you. If you can't find it, it's hard to tell."
"If you can't find them, can you let them go? I'll leave them to you," the little boy said.
"Little brother, I admire your courage. At least you have more backbone than these three dogs kneeling on the ground. However, you are not qualified to bargain with us." The boy in white said.
The little boy did not hesitate. He came to a pillar, squatted down, opened the loose stone brick, took out a wooden box from inside, and threw it directly to the boy in white.
He didn't dare to run away. They were mountain people. The little boy had seen mountain people before, and they were very different from ordinary people.
Because they look down on people.
The young man in white opened the wooden box and saw what he wanted. He smiled happily: "It's very good. Sure enough, the wood spirit root is inside, but what kind of garbage is there around it? It's worthy of being placed there." Around the wood root." As he said that, the boy in white crushed the small objects inside one by one, right in front of the little boy.
Those are little boys’ little secrets that no one knows. Whenever I am unhappy, I will secretly take it out and read it, so that I can continue to have hope in the world and give myself a reason to live.
He watched the things he treasured so dearly disappear before his eyes. He cried, but he couldn't leave. Once he left, they would kill him. It didn't matter if he died. The key was that the children behind him couldn't die. ah.
"God, you can do it." As soon as the young man in white finished speaking, the man in a bamboo hat holding a long knife came to Fan Datou. Fan Datou and the two younger brothers behind him suddenly had a blood mark on their necks, and then they fell down. .
The man in the bamboo hat turned on his toes and pointed the long knife directly at the child. The man in black kicked the long knife away.
"You, a Sanxian wild cultivator, dare to go against our sect? Jiang Zhi." said the young man in white.
"You go first, I will take care of it here." The man in black ignored the boy in white.
"Okay, you Jiang Zhi don't take me seriously at all. Let's kill you too, so as not to leave any trouble."
The boy in white slapped the man in black, and the man in black responded with his palm.
The man in the bamboo hat did not remain stunned. He passed over the two of them and swung his long knife at the children again.
Only a "haha" sound was heard, and the long knife was kicked away again. The man in the bamboo hat was also knocked back a few steps. A young man rolled in the air and landed perfectly.
"Aqiang is here, who dares to make a mistake?"
The boy in white was lucky again and knocked the man in black back a few steps. He patted the dust on his body and said with a smile: "Here comes another one who doesn't care about life and death. God, kill him."
The man in black wanted to move forward again, but he was stopped by the poor scholar. He also took away the long sword on his body and said: "The adults fight, and the children go aside. Go, go, go."
"They are people from Lingxian Mountain, and they are not easy to deal with. The one wearing a hat is a sword cultivator of the Sixth Realm, and the one wearing white clothes is a warrior of the Fifth Realm. Let's go together." The man in black said.
The down-and-out scholar widened his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him, then at the man in black next to him: "Ling...Ling...Lingxian Mountain?"
"Hmph, are you scared? But it's too late, and you will all die." The boy in white said.
When the man in black saw the poor scholar like this, he knew he was afraid.
Who knows, the down-and-out scholar shook his head vigorously: "I haven't heard of it, I haven't heard of it."
"Indeed, it's useless for people who are almost dead to know." The boy in white said, and punched the fallen scholar.
A gust of wind burst out, and it turned out that it was Aqiang who caught the punch from the man in white, and his eyes became extremely sharp. The man in the bamboo hat felt a pressure and immediately swung his knife to look at the hand that was holding the boy in white.
Aqiang immediately let go, and the man in the hat immediately dragged the boy in white back.
"Sir, I feel that this person will be a threat to us. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Now that we have got what we want, let's go." The man in the hat said.
"Brother, let's not offend the river, so how about we just live in peace." The man in the bamboo hat said to Aqiang with his hands in hand.
"Sorry, I don't agree."
"Brother, don't bully others too much. We are from Lingxian Mountain." The man in the bamboo hat said with a dark face. If he had to fight, he would definitely be able to fight, but it would be very troublesome and the price would be to make him fall down.
"I can see clearly from outside who bullies whom. So what if you are from Lingxian Mountain? I don't know Lingxian Mountain. I'm just a bitch." Aqiang said with a smile.
"Bitch, you still have some self-awareness. Get away. If you can, don't let me go back alive." The boy in white quipped. Little did he know that the man in a bamboo hat next to him was already scared.
"Master, don't be impulsive, he might be." Before the man in the bamboo hat finished speaking, the boy in white punched the boy in white again. This time he used all his strength and even secretly took the pill given to him by the sect. This elixir can temporarily reach the peak of the fifth realm, or even the sixth realm, just by punching the down-and-out scholar to death while he is not paying attention.
The punch was coming, and the boy in white was stunned. This time, he was hit by the bitch in front of him, and this time he couldn't move. He only felt something flowing out of his heart. He lowered his head and saw a handful The dagger stabbed in without knowing when.
"I said I was a swordsman, not a bitch." Aqiang gave a gentle push, and the boy in white fell to the ground.
The man in the bamboo hat broke through the roof without saying a word. Now he just wanted to escape.
When he almost broke through the roof, he was shocked. A long sword also passed through his chest and he fell directly to the ground. Passed out.
When the little boy saw this scene, he was neither afraid nor happy.
He walked quietly to his wooden box. All his belongings were gone, only the piece of rotten wood that did not belong to him was still intact.
