This street is narrow, and the first three beggars are squatting furtively in the shadows of the alley. When pedestrians come, they immediately block the way, grab the corners of their clothes, yell and pester them, or cry and beg, forcing them to dig out their hands. You won't let go until you pay.
"It's so baffling!" Wei Jing stood still and looked at the panting fat uncle in front of him. He couldn't stand the beggar's entanglement, so he rewarded him with a few coins and spent it to ward off the trouble.
The beggars begged for money, then retreated to their original dark place and looked at both ends of the alley.
A young woman holding a five-year-old baby passed by Zwei Jing and walked towards the beggar.
"Sister, there are beggars in front of you and they won't let you go!" Wei Jing warned loudly. The young woman was startled and noticed three beggars hiding in the darkness in front of her. She quickly turned around, nodded to Wei Jing and took a detour.
The three beggars stood up one after another with their eyes widened, looking at Wei Jing with evil intentions.
Wei Jing held his head high and led Ah Xi forward with long strides.
He looked down on these beggars from the bottom of his heart when he saw that although these beggars were in tattered clothes and dirty, they were not old, and they were not even sick.
When Wei Jing passed by the beggar, he deliberately raised his head, showing a proud look. A beggar pointed at Wei Jing's waist and shouted in a low voice: "Oh! It's this little bastard!"
"Who are you scolding?" Wei Jing heard the beggar scolding and stopped angrily, only to see the three beggars pointing at the corners of his clothes behind him.
"What is this?" Wei Jing also felt strange. He pulled the corner of his clothes and turned his head to look, only to see a lighter-colored tiger embroidered on the corner of his clothes.
"It's you, you stinky little bastard, who always makes trouble!" A beggar cursed loudly and even pushed Wei Jing. "Which path are you on, kid?" "Did you know that we are rich and prosperous?" The other two beggars also started making noises and pulled Wei Jing's clothes to prevent him from leaving.
"I've never heard of flowers blooming for wealth. Get out of here and why are you pulling my clothes?" Wei Jing screamed strangely, grabbed a beggar's wrist and threw him to the ground.
He ran out of the alley, shocked and surprised that this beggar gang was so well-informed. He just played a trick on a liar beggar, and the other beggars knew it immediately.
There is an avenue connected to the outside of the alley, and there are some food stalls. There are many pedestrians and many beggars.
The three beggars chased Wei Jing to the street. They whistled one after another and shouted at the top of their broken gong voices: "Brothers who are blooming and rich, we have found this brat!"
The three beggars' greetings not only attracted the attention of pedestrians on the street, but all the beggars from several nearby streets gathered around them. Each one was filthier and smellier than the last. Most of them were holding sticks and sticks in their hands, waiting for the guy, shouting: "Look for me." Caught? Where are you? If you dare to cause trouble for us, Huakai Fugui, give him a good beating!"
Wei Jing was surrounded by a dozen beggars holding wooden sticks, and then he realized that the beggars in these streets not only had similar begging techniques, but also all worked in the same gang. They became a gang of their own, and they were called the "Flower Blossoms and Fortune Gang".
"Fuck you, you are a flower blooming with wealth! Are you beggars or robbers? Isn't it fun to pretend to be deaf or lame if you have good hands and feet and don't go to work?" Not to be outdone, he started to quarrel with the beggars. Ah Xi at his feet The beggars were so scared that they were shaking, but the protector still barked at the beggars eagerly.
"Do you care what we do?" "Do you think you are a hero?" "Hurry up and hand over the money you touched!" "Hand over!" A dozen beggars shouted loudly, and some raised their wooden sticks to poke. Assassin Wei Jing.
"What money? Whose money did I touch?" Wei Jing was startled. He saw a beggar reaching out to grab the money bag at his waist. He just thought that these beggars were taking advantage of the crowd to frame him and wanted to rob him without thinking. He fought back, grabbed the beggar's wrist, and knocked him to the ground.
"How dare you take action, you brat!" "Beat him to death!" The beggars cursed angrily when they saw Wei Jing knocking down one of his companions.
"In broad daylight, with so many pairs of eyes watching, what do you think?" Wei Jing clenched his fists and asked loudly.
Among the passers-by, there was an uncle who couldn't see it and spoke righteously: "Why do you beggars bully children?"
The beggars surrounding Wei Jing turned around one after another, pointed at the uncle and cursed loudly: "This boy is so hateful. He has been causing trouble for us since morning. He threw stones at us without telling us, and even grabbed the money in our bowl and ran away. I can’t even catch up!”
The uncle immediately lost his temper, but he still said, "Do you have any evidence?"
"Of course! He is wearing gray clothes with a little tiger's head sewn on the back. I can recognize him even when he turns to ashes!" Several beggars shouted loudly and knocked on the ground with their wooden sticks.
"You bastard, what are you talking about! Who here doesn't know that we are blooming and rich? You want to go against us, right?" A tall beggar strode out, slapped the uncle in the face, and pushed him to the ground. The uncle gritted his teeth. , but never dared to reply.
As soon as the beggar made such a move, most of the onlookers dispersed, most of them not wanting to offend this "flower blooming wealth".
"Eight Hands... Where's my Eight Hands!" Wei Jing saw that something was wrong, so he reached out to find the Eight Hands in his bag to defend himself. He broke into a cold sweat when he touched it. He didn't know where the Eight Hands in the bag had gone. The beggar said that he recognized his clothes. He was startled, looked down at the plain new clothes, his heart shivered, and he roared: "Bei Xiaolu!"
Wei Jing suddenly realized that Bei Xiaolu's kind gift of new clothes for him to replace actually contained such evil plans. These beggars kept saying that there was a boy dressed like him who caused trouble for the beggars and ran away after touching the money. It must be Bei Xiaolu. Xiaolu wore the same clothes to cause trouble, and then blamed Wei Jing.
Although the two men were different in height and appearance, the beggars passed it on by word of mouth and did not bother to investigate in detail. They only remembered a child in gray clothes with a small tiger on the corner of his clothes.
The most important thing is that the three beggars in the alley really saw Wei Jing causing trouble with them, so they decided to do it.
"Eh? It's this kid again!" At a food stall in the distance, Fan Jun was eating two bowls of noodles with soybean paste. He stood up to pay for the noodles. He saw Wei Jing at the end of the alley having a conflict with a group of beggars. He was curious and confused. Gloating, pushing through the crowd to see.
"Ah, it's Fan Jun, friend, friend! Help me!" Wei Jing was also surprised when he saw Fan Jun, and he quickly opened his throat and shouted.
"Are you his friend? Are you going to stand up for him?" The tall beggar who pushed the uncle glared at Fan Jun.
"When did I become your friend?" Fan Jun was startled and asked with a smile. He left early last night after winning the ring and did not see the scene where Wei Jing faced Taoist Wang afterwards. He waved his hand to the beggar and said: " I'm not familiar with him, so you can do whatever you want, I'm waiting for a good show."
"Ah Xi, stay away and let me deal with these villains by myself!" Wei Jing saw that Fan Jun not only had no intention of rescuing him, but was adding insult to injury, he was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves, pushed Ah Xi's butt, and drove it away. .
The two beggars reached out to grab Wei Jing's chest, but Wei Jing raised his hand to push them away. The next beggar tried to grab the money bag at Wei Jing's waist, causing Wei Jing to twist his wrist and stumble.
"This kid has learned a lot of grappling." Fan Jun groaned and looked at Wei Jing and a few beggars pushing each other.
There were two or three beggars who were somewhat capable and kept Wei Jing from falling. One of them was stronger and more agile, and slapped Wei Jing several times. The other beggars raised their wooden sticks to cheer and stabbed Wei Jing from time to time.
How could Wei Jing stand against so many people? He was immediately knocked to the ground, and two beggars lifted him up by holding his shoulders. The other beggars came over with punches.
Wei Jing's nose and mouth were bleeding. He was kicking his legs and yelling. Not only did the onlookers show no intention of helping, but most of them were watching the fun with interest. Among them, Fan Jun even put his hands on his hips and watched with gusto. I was even more angry.
"Dead Fan Jun, stinky Fan Jun, so shameless!" Wei Jing shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Why are you scolding me for no reason?" Fan Jun was initially amused, but suddenly he was shocked when he heard Wei Jing scold him.
"You must have been ordered by Pan Yuan to find a bunch of beggars to embarrass me. You act as a hero in the Bawang Inn, and you act as Pan Yuan's puppy in the underground lake. You are a two-faced person, and you are Pan Yuan's lackey!" Wei Jing yelled randomly.
"What the hell are you farting at? These beggars and I don't know each other at all!" Fan Jun shouted with his eyes widened.
