The old man in black from across the street came over and attacked the old man from the bun shop in just a moment.
He slashed out with his palm and pointed it directly at the old man's abdomen. This move was so fierce that the old man hurriedly returned the knife to protect his body.
The old man in black turned sideways, avoided the short knife, and instead slapped the old man on the chest. The old man at Baozi Pu had no choice but to take two steps back as his sword power was exhausted.
The man in black who had previously attacked with a knife took a step forward, slashed out with the long knife in his right hand, and slashed straight at the old man who was retreating.
The short knife held by the old man in his left hand turned around and cut into the chest of the man in black holding the knife in a flash of lightning.
With a sound of "Hoo!", a bloody arrow sprayed onto the old man's linen clothes, splattering his clothes red.
"Plop!" With a sound, another man in black fell under the old man's dagger!
The old man in black took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward, using both palms to grab the old man's chest.
The old man was shocked and backed away!
With just one move, the old man in black had already hit his chest.
In pain, the old man slashed upside down with the long sword in his right hand, and struck the old man in black with the Xinghe move. The short sword in his left hand quickly retracted to protect Zhongzhang's chest.
Unexpectedly, the old man in black ignored the long sword that was coming at him, then stepped forward, slapped the old man's short sword with one palm, and slapped the old man's chest heavily with the other palm.
There was a click, and the old man in the bun shop was blown away like a leaf, thinking that his chest was broken!
The man in black who had fought with the old man at the bun shop was scalded by boiling water. He was applying gold wound medicine. When he saw the old man at the bun shop injured and lying on the street, he yelled and jumped over to take revenge!
The old man in Baozipu, whose chest was completely broken and whose face was like a piece of paper, was obviously unable to fight anymore!
The man in black had a gloomy face, and he jumped into the air like a tiger descending from the mountain. The long sword in his hand pierced the old man's chest like a bolt of lightning.
Before the old man could fight back, he hit the old man on the forehead with his left palm, causing the old man selling buns to lose his consciousness in an instant!
Seeing that his great revenge was avenged, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh loudly: "Old man, you too have today!"
"Stay alive!" The old man in black saw that something was wrong and yelled, but in the end he took a step slower.
"Ah..." The man in black who placed his palm on the old man's head roared wildly. A long sword was inserted into his chest and passed through his chest. A blood arrow splashed on the dead old man. On your body!
The man in black, who had just applied the gold wound medicine and had his revenge, shook his head and knelt down heavily in front of the dead old man.
It looks extremely weird!
When the old man was about to die, he struck out with a sword. The man in black was caught off guard and was pierced through the chest. The old man in black beside him hurriedly reached out to help him up, but he also ended up with his soul destroyed!
The old man in Baozipu was desperate and personally killed the man in black who slashed him with a sword.
The two of them died together, one after the other!
The old man in black didn't have time to care about the life or death of his companion. He picked up the old man's body with one hand and frowned slightly: "It's really unlucky. Even if you die, you won't be able to worry about it."
After speaking, he took off the old man's clothes and saw an inconspicuous package tied around his abdomen.
Overjoyed, the old man in black opened it eagerly, but when he saw that it was wrapped in layers of oilcloth, he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen layers of oilcloth were untied.
The package gradually became smaller and smaller, and the face of the old man in black gradually became gloomy. Finally, he saw a small package about two inches in size in his hand.
He just pinched it and roared: "Damn it! This old guy wants to do something to me even after he dies! What a fool! Go into the house and search carefully!"
Like a wounded wolf, the old man roared angrily!
In an instant, several men in black responded and entered the bun shop.
There were only two rooms in front of and behind the bun shop. A group of men in black rushed in and searched wildly. They threw out everything in the house, including pots, bowls, bed boards and clothes, and piled them on the street.
The old man in black roared: "Search carefully, one by one
Don't let Fang go, I don't believe that thing flew into the sky! "
After a search, the entire bun shop was changed beyond recognition! Even the blue tiles on the house were opened by the men in black.
For a moment, the entire bun shop almost disappeared in front of everyone in Dagou Town.
It was already Shen Shi, and there was not a single pedestrian in the market. Either he hid in a nearby store, or he quietly ran back to his home.
In the rustling autumn wind, a thin black hand stretched out from the corner of the street, grabbed the fresh meat bun on the ground at the corner of the bun shop, and took it back instantly.
The person picking up the buns was a twelve-year-old beggar.
After three days of hunger and no food, the little beggar leaned weakly on the corner of the bun shop, waiting for the kind man to give him a charity to satisfy his hunger.
The man in black took the fresh meat bun from the old man selling buns and threw it at the corner of the shop. The little beggar's eyes never left the fresh meat bun.
It was so fragrant that he couldn't help but want to pick it up and eat it.
But when he saw the man in black raising his sword and slashing it down on the old man's head, he was so frightened that he couldn't even stretch out his hand.
The body of the tea stall boy was lying on the street. The body of the old man and the bodies of several men in black were lying on the other side of the street. Only the body of the little beggar was clean.
The little beggar breathed a sigh of relief as he was not splashed with the dead man's blood.
Buns stained with dead people's blood cannot be eaten even if they are beaten to death.
Until a group of men in black were tossing around the bun shop and no one paid attention to him leaning against the corner. The little beggar finally reached out and grabbed the meat buns on the ground.
After being hungry for three days, he didn't care that the bun skin was stained with dust. He held it in his hand and took a bite, but he didn't dare to eat it.
I'm afraid that like that tea stall, the talkative waiter will be beheaded with a knife!
More than forty men in black searched the bun shop several times, but they only dug three feet into the ground but found nothing.
The old man in black, who was so angry that he looked at the corpses on the street, shouted coldly: "Collect the corpses and go back to the city!"
For a moment, a man in black stepped forward to collect the bodies of his companions, and then the hoofbeats of horses sounded like a rainstorm, and the gang of bandit-like monks in Tianluo City were blown away like an autumn wind in an instant.
It wasn't until a moment passed that the tea stall owner, who had come to his senses, hired someone to drag away the boy's body and hurriedly closed the door, fearing that he wouldn't open the door to welcome customers again for several days.
All the businesses in Dagou Town closed early, and even the dogs of each family were called into the house. The huge market instantly looked like a ghost town.
The little beggar looked at the old man's body lying across the street with no one paying attention. He was naturally frightened, but he was even hungrier and couldn't help but take another bite of the meat bun.
Just when he was about to take another bite of the meat bun in his hand, there was a sound of horse-drawn carriages whistling on the streets of the market.
Looking up, I saw three carriages coming towards me, each carriage was pulled by two wildebeest horses. They must be wealthy people passing by.
"Sir, there is an old man lying on the street. Would you like to go and take a look?" The driver looked at the old man lying on the street, turned to the carriage and asked.
After stopping for a moment, a voice came from the carriage: "Stop, let me go take a look!"
As he spoke, the carriage stopped, and the gentleman in a green shirt jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the dead old man.
The gentleman and his party who drove all the way from the foot of Mount Xumi to Tianluo City failed to arrive before dark. They might have to spend the night in an inn in the town in front of them.
When the restless Xiaobai saw the carriage stop, he jumped down and followed the gentleman towards the old man.
Seeing the gentleman reach out and turn over the old man's lying body, Xiao Bai frowned as he had seen the blood. He looked at the gentleman and said, "Sir, this street smells of blood!"
The husband naturally understood that something was wrong from the moment he entered the small town where every door was closed.
Looking up at the dismantled bun shop across the street, the gentleman put down the old man's body, stretched out his hand and threw down a piece of paper, and instantly there was a fire.
The old man was lying here with no one to collect his body. The quilt on the bun shop opposite was torn to pieces and fell to the ground.
Buns all over the place... Needless to say, the lonely old man was plotted by his enemies.
Ashes return to dust, soil returns to soil, and burned nature returns to the earth.
Seeing that the master and the apprentice were silent, Tang Qiuyu, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't stay still.
When she gently opened the curtain, what she saw was not the old man on the street, but the little beggar leaning on the corner holding a bun and chewing it, and the little beggar's panic-stricken eyes.
As a first-time mother, she couldn't help but sigh quietly when she looked at the dark and thin boy in front of her.
After getting out of the carriage, she took a few steps forward, bent down and looked at the little beggar and asked: "My child, what is your name?"
The little beggar read the kindness of maternal love from Tang Qiuyu's eyes, and immediately felt at ease.
He looked at her and timidly replied: "My name is Goudan."
Seeing the filthiness of the young man, Tang Qiuyu couldn't help but think of the glorious young man back then.
They are both teenagers, one has become the national master of the five regions, and the other has to beg for food on the streets...
He sighed softly and felt pity, and asked again: "My child, where is your mother? Why did you become a beggar?"
The little beggar shook his head and said, "I...my parents are gone."
"Master Wife, what are you doing here?" As she was talking, Mu Mudi ran out of the carriage and was bored after a day's journey.
Mu Mu, who was bold and bold, ran up to pull Tang Qiuyu's sleeves without waiting for Xiaoqing.
It was at this moment that Mu Mu saw the clean and eager eyes of the little beggar. It was like being struck by lightning... Without thinking, she rushed towards the young man and took the boy's hand and shouted: "Brother , how did you become like this..."
"Do you know that Mu Mu misses you so much? Brother, aren't you at the Shura battlefield?"
Regardless of Xiao Qing behind him and Tang Qiuyu beside him, Mu Mu pulled the filthy boy and talked non-stop.
The boy looked at the girl in a white dress with two braids and timidly replied: "I'm not your brother, I'm a bitch!"
"I'm Goudan!"
"I'm a bitch!!"
This was a voice that was both strange and familiar. The voice belonged to that person, but the face was an unfamiliar one.
Whether it was Mr. and Xiaobai walking across the street, Tang Qiuyu and Xiaoqing next to Mumu, or even Lin Yueru and Shangguan Feihu on the carriage, they all heard the boy's voice!
The words were like thunder, hitting the heads of a group of people hard, and even the gentleman frowned.
Tang Qiuyu reached out and grabbed the young man's little hand, carefully feeling his pulse... only for a moment, then he looked at the approaching gentleman, shook his head, and said with a bitter smile: "This child has no cultivation."
The husband didn't believe it either. He stepped forward and took the little hand from Tang Qiuyu's hand, and carefully felt the muscles and veins of the young man in front of him.
However, even the husband sighed and looked at Mu Mu with a bitter smile: "This child hasn't refined his Qi yet!"
Mu Mudi said reluctantly: "Sir, Madam, you have to believe that he is Mu Mu's brother!"
Xiaobai stepped forward and just glanced at the boy, then said to his husband: "The eyes belong to my brother, but this face does not!"
When it comes to their relationship with their brother, Xiaobai is the same as Mumu.
To this day, he still often dreams about the scene when his brother carried him up the hundred-foot stone wall. That was a place that even Tang Qiuyu in the distraction state was afraid of.
"Since Mu Mu likes it, then take him with you. This kid looks so pitiful... having one more person to entertain him!"
At this moment, Lin Yueru's voice sounded from behind everyone.
She didn't know what was going on, but looking at the boy squatting in the corner from a distance reminded her of the boy who was thrown to the snow by her daughter in front of the general's mansion.
She believed that if he had put on clean clothes, the boy in front of her would be the same boy back then.
Tang Qiuyu sighed, looked at the boy and said, "Son, is there an inn in this town?"
