Although this young man's face was stained, his appearance seemed to be decent, but he looked very wretched. Yang Zhen was very familiar with that fearful yet flattering look.
Yes, he recognized it at a glance. This was the little beggar he had beaten three times in two days.
"It's you!" He smiled and walked towards this old friend who was rolling around.
"It's...ah...not...me!" The beggar trembled and spoke incoherently.
"What's your name?" Yang Zhen stepped aside and stopped the man, her face still looking amiable.
"I, my name is Rag."
rag? What a mess!
"Daimyo!" he shouted loudly.
"Yang, Yang sackcloth, when I was born, I was wrapped in a piece of sackcloth." The little beggar came to his senses after being scolded by Yang Zhen and spoke fluently.
Ma De, your surname is actually Yang!
"That Yang Mabu, tell me why you ran away just now? Also, what did you say to others!"
"I..." Yang Mabu hesitated.
"Don't worry! If you tell the truth, I don't blame you. If you continue to be so hesitant..."
Yang Zhen stomped a stone and said, "Eat all these rotten stones for me!"
To deal with the kid in front of him, threats seemed to be more effective than good words.
Sure enough, looking at the freshly baked gravel on the ground, Liu Mabu's throat trembled and he stammered:
"I, I didn't say anything. I just said that you and that Tie Zhu have a good relationship and everything is fine!"
As he spoke, he shrank back, fearing that Yang Zhen would suddenly punch him.
This answer was expected by Yang Zhen, and he said "Yeah": "Keep talking!"
"Well, nothing else."
"Damn you!" Yang Zhen scolded: "It's just such a sentence, why are you hiding?"
"I, I'm afraid you'll hit me!" Yang Mabu scratched his chicken coop-like hair, as if Yang Zhen was scolding him, but he let go and his brain revived.
"The man asked around and asked other people. I felt like it didn't look like a good thing!"
"Hey, you're not stupid!" Yang Zhen laughed.
"What does that person look like?"
"Who else did he ask?"
"How did you all respond?"
"Why are you alone here? Where are the others? Still in the city?"
"..."
Yang Zhen asked the boy a series of questions one after another, and finally understood what happened at that time.
That Zhou Yuan turned around and came to this mountain after sending Yang Zhenmu back to his house on the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month.
At that time, another beggar named Mouse was in the temple. Zhou Yuan was very patient and asked Mouse to call back all the beggars in the city, giving each person two pieces of sesame seed cakes and wine.
An hour later, the beggars rushed back one after another. There were about ten people in their group, half of whom had met Tiezhu and Yang Zhen before. Under the hospitality of Zhou Yuan with good wine and delicious food, everyone rushed to tell what they knew.
However, what they could tell was very limited. In the end, Zhou Yuan summarized only a few pieces of useful information.
First, Tie Zhu saved Yang Zhen’s life and was kind to him.
Second, the two of them had a very good relationship. They fought together with Beggar and won.
Third, Yang Zhen should have appeared after Daozhang Yi left, and it is possible that she has never met Daozhang Yi.
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"You mean, what he asked the most about was the relationship between Tie Zhu and the Taoist priest? Also, does Tie Zhu know the whereabouts of the Taoist priest?"
"Yes!" Yang Mabu nodded vigorously and added: "He was holding a portrait, and it was the portrait of the Taoist priest. We have all seen it. He seemed to be saying, what is the Taoist priest's name?"
Master Yi? Didn't Tie Zhu say his name was Daochang Liu? Yang Zhen murmured in her heart.
He has now determined that Zhou Yuan is following him to find Tiezhu; and looking for Tiezhu is for this Taoist priest whose surname is Yi or Liu.
It's just that his tracking violated Yang Zhen's taboo, and he used hidden tricks to fall into a trap.
Speaking of which, Zhou Yuan was really unfair this time!
As for what he wanted to do with this Taoist priest...
Yang Zhen decided to go to Zhoucheng to ask Tiezhu tomorrow.
"Okay, let's put this matter aside. Go and call your companions back. Tell them that there is good food and drink waiting for them!"
"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Yang Mabu grabbed a wooden stick and rushed down the mountain happily.
More than an hour later, a dozen beggars poured in noisily outside the Taoist temple. They were wearing tattered cotton clothes and trousers, and they were all dirty.
At this time, Yang Zhen had already set up the oven in the Taoist temple and burned the charcoal fire. A row of beef, mutton and chicken was roasting on it, and the aroma was filled with fragrance.
Not far from the oven, there were ten wooden barrels neatly arranged, with a snow-white towel thrown into each barrel.
When these beggars smelled the aroma of barbecue, they all drooled. Some of the impatient ones rushed over to show their respect.
"Bang!" Yang Zhen sat on the wooden chair, took out a piece of wood and slapped the table hard.
"Everyone, take towels and buckets, go to the well, wash your faces and hands, and then come back with a bucket of water before you can start eating." He said slowly.
Of course, those beggars had already seen Yang Zhen. Those who knew him and had fought with him immediately stopped and turned around to pick up the barrel.
But there are always people who don't believe in evil, especially when they see that Yang Zhen is just a young man with tender skin and tender flesh, so they don't take him seriously at all.
One of them, who looked a bit stout, stepped forward and said nonchalantly:
"Little brother, be a good person and don't care how we eat!"
As he spoke, he grabbed a piece of chicken leg with one hand.
"Pfft!" Yang Zhen didn't even raise her head. A stone flew out of his hand and hit the man's outstretched arm.
"Ah——" The man howled like a killing pig.
That hand is already broken.
Yang Zhen is now close to a small accomplishment in physical training. How can the strength of her whole body be compared to these mortals? He didn't use any magic power, just the force from his body was enough to break the man's bones.
The other guys who were eager to try were immediately frightened and no longer dared to move.
"Hurry up and go!" he yelled.
These people came to their senses instantly, grabbed the barrels, and ran out the door as if they were being pardoned.
Only the one with the severed hand was left rolling on the ground in pain.
Yang Zhen ignored him, took out a large round basin and placed the roasted meat on it. He picked out fresh pieces from the shelf next to him and arranged them one by one.
The smell of meat in the Taoist temple is getting stronger and stronger.
I don't know how long it took, but someone poked his head in from the door and looked in. It was Yang Mabu.
"Why don't you come here quickly?" Yang Zhen saw him and greeted him with a smile.
After the young man was washed, he looked much more pleasing to the eye. His facial features were neat and energetic, and the flattering energy on his face seemed to have been washed away.
But when he smiled, the flattering feeling returned.
He had a smile on his face, carrying the bucket, and observed Yang Zhen as he walked. Seeing that there was no anger on his face, he carefully came over, grabbed a small piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed hard.
As he safely ate the first piece of meat, a group of teenagers at the door, who were looking in with their heads bent, cheered and approached cautiously one by one.
