The little beggar heard the footsteps behind him, turned around and saw the two scholars, and his face was suddenly startled.
Most of the people who came to the dilapidated temple for medical treatment were from poor families, and he rarely saw well-dressed people.
The two scholars didn't care about the little beggar's reaction. They came closer and one of them asked directly: "Little beggar, I heard that you picked up a treasure at the mouth of the well two days ago?"
As soon as these words came out, a flash of panic flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and he subconsciously took two steps back: "No! I didn't pick up anything."
"No? Why would I return without you?"
The scholar completely lost his fear when facing the mouth of the well and sneered, "Take it out quickly!"
With that said, the scholar was about to step forward and grab it directly.
The old pharmacist on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stretched out his hands to hug the little beggar behind him and showed a humble smile: "You two talented gentlemen, why bother a child? We have something to discuss."
Seeing the old pharmacist interfering, the two scholars looked unhappy. However, due to the reputation the other party had accumulated from practicing medicine in the town, one of them slowed down and said:
"Since you, old man, have opened your mouth, I will give you some face.
Little beggar, I'll buy your treasure for ten taels of silver. You'd better know the truth, otherwise I'll spread the news right away!
When the time comes, more people will come to snatch the treasure. Not only will you get nothing, but you might even be beaten to death. You have to think carefully. "
The threat in the scholar's words was undisguised, and the old pharmacist's expression changed when he heard it, and he quickly motioned to the little beggar to hand over his things.
The little beggar's face turned pale, but he still clenched his clothes tightly and shook his head stubbornly: "I told you, I don't have any treasures."
"Little ***, be so shameless!"
The two scholars were furious. One of them pushed the old pharmacist away, and the other was about to catch the little beggar, but at this moment——
The two strands of spiritual energy quickly condensed into slaps, whizzing in and slapping the two of them on the face.
"ah!"
"ah!"
The force of this slap was so strong that the two of them screamed in unison, vomited blood and flew away. They fell to the ground with two bangs and could not get up for a long time.
A young man in gray robe dressed as a casual cultivator walked into the ruined temple. Looking at the two people lying on the ground, he snorted: "Bullying the weak deserves a beating!"
Behind him, another young man with long eyebrows followed with a look of helplessness, "Junior brother, your impatience and righteousness will cause trouble sooner or later."
The little beggar looked at the two young men blankly, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Immortals? Are you also immortals?"
"Too?"
The young man in gray robe caught the key word, and without talking to his senior brother, stepped forward and asked: "Little brother, what do you mean by this, have you seen other immortals not long ago?"
The little beggar covered his chest, his face hesitated for a moment, but soon became firm, and gritted his teeth and said: "The two immortals are willing to save me. They must be like the immortals I met a few days ago. They are good people, so I will tell you. "
As he spoke, the little beggar took out the jade plaque from his arms and handed it to the gray-robed young man, "This was given to me by the immortals a few days ago.
They seemed to have fallen into the well and couldn't get out, so they threw me this token and asked me to go to the big city to ask for help from Wan Shi Zong. "
At this point, the little beggar looked ashamed and said, "The voice was too quiet. I didn't hear the specific location clearly, so I never looked for it."
"Trapped in a well?"
The young man in gray robe looked slightly stern. He took the jade token and looked at it for a moment. He didn't recognize its origin, so he could only throw it to the long-browed young man, "Brother, take a look."
"It looks familiar."
The long-browed young man frowned, "There is a sword-shaped mark on this jade plaque. What sect is it? Is it the Wanmai Sword Sect?"
"The Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect, one of the three overlord sects?"
The young man in gray robe looked shocked, "It's impossible, right? This is the territory of the Wuji Immortal Sect. Why are the people of the Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect coming all the way here?"
"The intrigue between these overlord sects is too far away from us. I'm just guessing."
The long-browed young man shook his head, then turned to look outside the ruined temple, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.
Said: "I wonder what another fellow Taoist thinks?"
"Another fellow Taoist?"
The young man in gray robe looked surprised and looked at the cold woman who walked in from the door, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, "Brother, is she also a monk?"
The long-browed young man rolled his eyes angrily, "Can you use your brain? You didn't run away when I saw you. How can you be a mortal?"
The young man in gray robe scratched his head, a little aggrieved, "Senior brother, don't always say I'm stupid, I just didn't understand it for a moment."
The young man with long eyebrows was too lazy to pay attention to his junior brother's quibbles. He took a step forward, cupped his hands and smiled: "I am Yan Feipeng of Shengyang Sect. This is my fellow junior brother, Lin Qi."
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Yan and Fellow Daoist Lin."
Xiang Shen smiled calmly and said, "I am in Shenxiang, a casual cultivator who traveled here."
"Fellow Taoist is actually a casual cultivator?"
Lin Qi looked surprised, then smiled and said: "My senior brother and I have met many casual cultivators since we went out, but this is the first female casual cultivator."
Yan Feipeng immediately glared at Lin Qi, then said with a wry smile: "My junior brother is young and careless, and he talks unabashedly. I still hope to see fellow Taoist Haihan."
"It doesn't matter."
Xiang Shen smiled and said, "Can you show me the jade tablet?"
"this……"
Yan Feipeng looked back at the little beggar and saw that he had no objection, so he handed out the jade token and said:
"This thing should be the identity token of a certain sect disciple. Unfortunately, our senior brothers are not from high backgrounds and cannot tell the origin.
Since my Taoist friend is a casual cultivator and is well-informed, he might be able to recognize it. "
Xiang Shen nodded lightly and took the jade token. He felt the coolness coming from the surface of the jade token and narrowed his eyes.
The identity tokens held by the true disciples of the Wanmai Sword Sect are cold jade unique to the Sword Sect and cannot be faked.
This token is real, but why is there no inductive connection between it and my Xuan Jade token?
What if the dry well mentioned by the little beggar cut off the connection between the jade token and the mysterious jade token?
Or……
Several thoughts flashed through her mind, but she remained calm on the surface. She returned the jade token to Yan Feipeng, looked at the little beggar, and said, "Human life is at stake. Can you tell me what happened two days ago?" More details? We can help."
As soon as he said these words, Lin Qi seemed to have found a comrade, and his eyes immediately brightened, "Fellow Daoist Shen, are you also planning to save people?"
Xiang Shen nodded, "Now that we've encountered it, we can't just sit back and watch."
"Brother, listen quickly!"
Lin Qi excitedly patted Shen on the shoulder and looked back at Yan Feipeng: "I knew that there must be someone in the world of cultivation who thinks the same as me, but I haven't met him before."
"Junior brother, don't be rude!"
Yan Feipeng quickly pulled Lin Qi's hand off and smiled apologetically at Shu, but he became wary in his heart.
He is not as naive as his junior brother.
If a casual cultivator really held the idea of "drawing a sword to help when the road is rough", he would have died more than a hundred times.
What's more, this casual cultivator is a female cultivator who looks like a fairy.
When Shen Xiang said this, he must have other plans in mind, rather than really trying to save people.
He was thinking in his heart, but there was no strange expression on his face, and he turned to look at the little beggar.
The little beggar seemed to sense the kindness of the three people and said honestly:
"I...I don't know much.
About a month ago, those five immortals passed by the town and happened to see me being bullied. One of the immortals helped me and then left.
Two nights ago, I was sleeping in the temple, and suddenly I heard someone calling me. I followed the sound to the well and picked up this jade token. I heard the immortal talking to me, and what he said, I This has been said before. "
"The monk who has been away for a month has his voice come back to the well?"
Yan Feipeng listened, his heart solemn, and secretly sent a message to Lin Qi: "Junior brother, this matter is full of weirdness. If it is true that the disciples of the Wanmai Sword Sect are trapped, with the strength of the two of us,
With his cultivation level, he would die in vain if he took action, so it would be better to send the news to the nearby Ten Thousand Meridians Sword Sect stronghold. "
Although Lin Qi was enthusiastic, he was not reckless. He nodded slightly and responded: "What senior brother said is not unreasonable. But let's listen to what Fellow Daoist Shen has to say first.
Fellow Daoist Shen has a vague aura, and his cultivation level may still be higher than yours, senior brother. With her help, we can escape together even if we are not defeated. "
Yan Feipeng's face darkened and he had nothing to say.
If he could return to the sect alive this time, he must let his master change his junior brother's naive temperament.
The spiritual exchange between the two seemed to be a long process, but in fact it ended in just an instant.
Yan Feipeng coughed lightly, "What do you think, Fellow Daoist Shen, about this matter?"
Xiang Shu glanced at their faces, their expressions were dull.
Yan Feipeng was stared at for a while and was about to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but he saw Xiang Shen's eyes suddenly turned and fell on the two scholars not far away who had not moved for a long time.
"Did those two people faint?"
Lin Qi looked a little embarrassed, "I struck too hard."
With that said, he was about to go over and wake the two of them up, but Xiang Shu suddenly stretched out his hand to stop them, "No, you just fainted, not dead."
Yan Feipeng's heart skipped a beat, why did Fellow Daoist Shen's words sound like there was something wrong in them.
Before he could think clearly, Xiang Shu looked at the little beggar again and softened his tone: "Little brother, have you always lived in this ruined temple? The old pharmacist seems to be very good to you."
This issue has nothing to do with jade tablets.
The little beggar was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, I have no father or mother. I have been begging here since I was a child. Grandpa Yaoshi took good care of me."
When Lin Qi saw this, he felt emotional.
Fellow Daoist Shen can be so enthusiastic about ordinary people. He is indeed the right person.
Lin Qi was still sighing. When Yan Feipeng heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes fell on the old pharmacist who was still lying on the side and did not get up.
Something's wrong!
The little beggar could insist on not handing over the jade token in front of the two scholars. He was clearly a caring person who knew how to repay kindness.
The old pharmacist was pushed to the ground by the scholar. According to common sense, shouldn't this little beggar be the first to care and check?
Why did the little beggar not respond at all after so long and just let the old pharmacist lie on the ground? !
Thinking of this, Yan Feipeng raised his head to look at the worried and innocent look on the little beggar's face, and felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
