The middle-aged man turned around in surprise, only to see a thin young man standing behind him. It was this man who grabbed the stick he raised high.
Because Chang Sheng was extremely thin and haggard, the middle-aged man mistakenly thought that he was also a victim of the disaster. However, upon closer inspection, he found that the clothes Chang Sheng wore were actually made of silk. You must know that silk is very expensive, and a piece of silk is at least as much as For two taels of silver, ordinary people simply can't afford it.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in confusion.
Changsheng released his right hand holding the wooden stick, turned to the old yellow dog that was showing its teeth in protest at him and said, "If you are too poor to die, you will not eat a guard dog, and if you are hungry and faint, you will not kill the laying hens. Keep this dog, don't kill it." .”
The middle-aged man couldn't bear to kill the yellow dog. Hearing Chang Sheng's words, he felt ashamed and helpless. He threw away the stick and raised his hand to wipe his tears, "What the hero said is that there is nothing we can do."
The young man squatting in the far corner couldn't bear to hear the yellow dog's death scream. He kept covering his ears. After seeing no movement for a long time, he turned around to look. Only then did he find that his father was talking to a young man in luxurious clothes. He felt in his heart. Confused, he got up and walked over.
When the young man approached, Changsheng raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Don't be sad. You are lucky. You met me. Your dog does not have to die, and your whole family will have a way to survive."
Although the father and son did not know the identity and origin of Changsheng, hearing what he said was as if a drowning person had grasped a life-saving straw. They hurriedly bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
Chang Sheng had a bag of scones that he had not eaten, so he took it out, opened the paper bag, left one, and handed the rest to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man hurriedly reached out and took it, then fell to his knees and thanked him with choked sobs.
The young man also knelt down and kowtowed to Changsheng like his father.
"Get up." Changsheng threw the pancake in his hand to the old yellow dog, turned and walked towards the west wing.
Changsheng's move not only surprised the father and son, but also the old yellow dog was shocked. It had never received such generous charity in its life, and it couldn't even believe that such fine food was given to itself. .
There was a mother and daughter huddled in the corner of the west wing. Both mother and daughter heard what Chang Sheng said earlier. Before he could get closer, the mother pulled the six or seven-year-old girl to kneel down and kowtow.
Chang Sheng did not speak, but squatted down and took the pulses of the mother and daughter one by one. After confirming that they were just too hungry and not seriously injured, he stood up straight and said to the nervous father and son, "Don't worry. The two of them just lack food and are not suffering from any illness. They will be fine if they eat something."
There is a saying that there is nothing to repay, and this is the case for the family in front of them. Apart from kowtowing and constantly saying thank you, they have nothing to offer in return.
The family thanked each other and began to share the scones. Changsheng left the west wing and walked towards the old yellow dog.
The complete noodle cake was still on the ground, and the old yellow dog never dared to eat it. When he saw Changsheng walking towards him, he felt doubtful and wary, and hurriedly backed away in fear.
The young man also followed out and called the old yellow dog to him. He picked up the flour cake on the ground and broke it into pieces. The old yellow dog finally dared to eat it.
While the old yellow dog was eating, Changsheng took the opportunity to check the wound on his head. Although the skin was broken and bleeding, the bones were not broken. This shows that the middle-aged man did not use his full strength in the previous blow. He was really cruel. If you don't give up, you will be at the end of your rope and there will be no solution at all.
Dogs have a strong ability to heal themselves. It seems that this kind of injury does not require medical treatment. Changsheng walked back to the west wing again. When he saw a clay pot filled with water in front of a few people, he reached out to take the clay pot, took a few steps back, and stayed away. Everyone.
Several people didn't know what he was going to do, and they all looked at him in confusion. Under the gaze of everyone, Changsheng took out a piece of horseshoe gold, held it in his hand, and said to the young man, "This piece of gold is for you. Complete it." It is inconvenient for you to spend the gold ingots. I will melt them into golden beans and you should keep them properly."
The incident happened so suddenly that the family did not come back to their senses and even forgot to say thank you. What happened next almost made their jaws drop. A ball of flame suddenly appeared in Changsheng's left hand. After a while, the gold ingot melted, and the hot gold water Quickly drip into the clay pot of water.
When the golden water dripped down, the family was still in shock and astonishment. It was the middle-aged man who came to his senses first, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "God, thank you God, thank you God."
"I'm not a god. I use martial arts instead of magic." Changsheng took another ingot of horseshoe gold in his hand and rekindled the fire. "This ingot of gold is for the old yellow dog outside the door. Not every dog is like this." Loyalty, you must treat it well in the future."
Hearing Chang Sheng's words, the middle-aged man responded hurriedly, saying that the old yellow dog had saved his life, and that he really had lost his conscience and should not have the intention to kill it.
Changsheng was curious and asked the reason. It turned out that the middle-aged man did not know the nature of water and fell into the water seven years ago. It was the old yellow dog who jumped into the water and dragged him to the shore.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the second ingot of horseshoe gold was melted, and the water in the water jar was boiling due to the hot gold water.
Changsheng poured out the water in the clay pot and poured the golden beans inside in front of everyone, "One ingot of horseshoe gold is eight taels, two is sixteen taels, which is equivalent to one hundred and sixty taels of silver, which is enough for your family's food and clothing. , keep it well and spend it carefully."
"Absolutely not, absolutely not," the middle-aged man waved his hands in fear, "Without merit and without reward, how can we take so much gold and silver from you?"
"As I said just now, these two ingots of gold are for your son and the yellow dog. Keep them." Changsheng said.
When the young man heard Chang Sheng's words, he was frightened and at a loss.
Changsheng came over and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous. I once had a cow, also named Ah Huang. When I got older, I called him Lao Huang. He worked hard all his life and farmed a lot for the people in the village. Years of land, but when it was about to die, the villagers not only refused to leave a whole body for it, but also refused to give it a good death. They were worried that its meat would be unpalatable after it died, and they would beat it to death before it died. I risked my life to protect it. , they actually wanted to beat me to death too. When I saw you trying your best to protect that yellow dog, I thought of myself back then, so I helped you."
The young man was a little confused. He grabbed the scone and was stunned, but he didn't answer the call in time.
Worried that the middle-aged man would be ashamed and blame himself, Changsheng turned to look at him, "I don't mean to accuse you. The situation of those villagers back then was different from yours. They had other things to eat, but you have reached a dead end. , as the head of the family, you have to make choices.”
Chang Sheng's worry was not unnecessary. The middle-aged man was indeed very ashamed. Even though he was hungry, he never ate the scone. Seeing that Chang Sheng could understand his helplessness and pain, he burst into tears.
Changsheng said again, "No matter how hard it is, you must have limits when doing things. There are some things you can do and some things you really can't do. If you really eat Ah Huang, not only will you blame yourself for the rest of your life, but your family will also You will be depressed and sad for the rest of your life, and your son will never forgive you."
The middle-aged man knew that Chang Sheng was telling the truth, but at this time all he could do was kowtow and cry.
"How old are you this year?" Changsheng asked the young man.
"Eleven." The boy replied.
Changsheng nodded and said, "The reason why your family was rescued today is all because of your love and justice."
Seeing the doubt on the young man's face, Changsheng patiently explained, "If you were greedy for life and fearful of death, and were ruthless, you wouldn't have cried loudly to stop my father from killing Ah Huang. If you hadn't cried loudly, I wouldn't have Come here after hearing the sound. Therefore, you are rescued today all because you have good intentions and value love and justice."
Hearing Chang Sheng's explanation, the young man suddenly realized, "I've met a kind person. Brother, I don't know how to thank you. Do you need a servant? I'll work like a horse for you."
"It doesn't have to be like this," Changsheng smiled and waved his hand, "I can understand your mood, because when the villagers tried to kill Lao Huang, I also met kind-hearted people. You can stay with your family with peace of mind. In the future, you must not only be kind to Ah Huang, you should also be kind to your family and help others when you are able. Good intentions will always be rewarded."
"I remember, I will do as you say." The young man nodded solemnly.
Chang Sheng patted the young man on the shoulder again, "Okay, I have to go. Take care of yourself. Collect the gold quickly and spread it out. Hide a little on each person. Don't put it together."
Seeing that Changsheng was about to leave, the young man hurriedly reached out to hold him, "Brother, what is your surname?"
"Haha, what do you want to do?" Chang Sheng asked with a smile.
"You are our benefactor. I can't do anything now, but I will definitely repay you in the future." The young man said seriously.
"No need. If you encounter someone in trouble in the future, you might as well help me. It can be regarded as repaying me." Changsheng turned around and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, the young man grabbed Chang Sheng's sleeve and insisted on asking his name.
Chang Sheng was deeply touched by the young man's actions. As the saying goes, eleven is not too old at the age of three. His character has not yet been completely formed, but it has begun to take shape. This young man is so grateful to repay his kindness, so he might as well give him a helping hand.
Thinking of this, he asked, "I hear you speak fluently and logically. Do you know how to read?"
"I know a little bit," the young man said.
"Do you want to practice martial arts?" Changsheng asked.
Hearing Changsheng's words, the young man hurriedly knelt down and called Master.
"No, no, no, I'm not your master," Chang Sheng waved his hands repeatedly, "Can you tell me why you want to practice martial arts and what do you want to do after you master martial arts?"
"I want to protect my parents and sister," the boy said.
After the young man finished speaking, the middle-aged man beside him clicked his tongue anxiously.
Seeing his father frowning, the young man quickly changed his mind, "I still want to rob the rich and give to the poor, and act chivalrously."
"Haha," Changsheng laughed, "It's okay to help the poor, but don't rob the rich. What's wrong with being rich? You can't treat people as bad people just because they are rich."
Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, the young man felt depressed and bowed his head in silence.
Seeing this, Chang Sheng hurriedly spoke to comfort him, "Don't worry, you are telling the truth, I won't misunderstand you. The ancient Yuncang was well versed in etiquette. Now that you don't have enough to eat, the first thing that comes to mind is naturally to protect your family and treat you well." When you have no worries about food and clothing, you will try to help your relatives and friends. If one day you become the richest in the world, you will be able to develop the heart of benefiting the common people. If you tell me now that you want to help the world and relieve the suffering, then I will feel that you are not sincere and you are full of hypocrisy. ”
Hearing Changsheng's words, the young man was relieved. He liked Changsheng very much, not only because of Changsheng's generous gifts, but also because Changsheng was perceptive and generous.
Changsheng turned around and walked back to the west chamber, picking up a charcoal stick from the ashes on the ground, "I will leave you a secret book of swordsmanship on the wall. This swordsmanship is called Xuanqing Swordsmanship. It does not require internal strength to activate it." It can be used, you should memorize it and practice it, and you will be successful in time."
Seeing that Changsheng actually taught the young man martial arts, the young man and his family were very moved, but at this time all they could do was express gratitude.
Changsheng said casually while writing the secret formula, "There is an old saying: There is no way to bring good fortune and misfortune, only people bring it to themselves. The reason why I teach you martial arts is also brought on by you. If you hadn't tried your best to ask for my name just now, try to bring it to him." Even if you repay your kindness, I won’t teach you martial arts. It’s precisely because you have the heart to repay gratitude that you are worthy of my help and support. You should always remember that people may not be able to repay kindness, but they cannot be without the heart to repay kindness.”
"Master, I remember what you said, and I will definitely do what you asked." The young man said seriously.
"Change your words, or I won't write anymore." Changsheng frowned and turned back.
"Brother," the young man said again in frustration. Perhaps he felt that his elder brother was being disrespected, so he changed his name to "Benefactor."
After the young man changed his mind, Changsheng continued to write, "I am not a member of the Jianghu, and I am not allowed to accept disciples at will. The swordsmanship I wrote is a swordsmanship from the pre-Qin period. It has been lost for many years, and I have never practiced it myself. You If you practice well, you will be successful in your studies in the future. You must do more good deeds. You can help the poor but not rob the rich. You can help the weak but not the strong, because the rich and the strong are not as bad as you think."
The sword technique that Changsheng wrote down this time was one of the five magical secrets that he had memorized back then. A secret that could enter Luo Yangzi's eyes was naturally not an ordinary thing. This Xuanqing sword technique was as powerful as the one he taught to Long Hao. It is comparable to Tian’s Heavenly Silkworm Magical Power.
As the saying goes, there are thousands of books that can be passed down falsely, but only one sentence can be truly passed down. There are not many formulas for Xuanqing swordsmanship. Soon after, Changsheng wrote all the formulas for swordsmanship on the wall of the west chamber, then threw down the charcoal stick and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they threw away the charcoal sticks, the young man came forward with a clay pot. They just had no food and water was available everywhere. The clay pot was filled with water for Changsheng to wash his hands.
Seeing that the young man was so attentive, Chang Sheng immediately thought of Da Tou. He couldn't label a person as a flatterer just because he has good eyesight. The young man's mood at this time should be the same as Da Tou's. They were all grateful but had nothing in return. Be able to do what you can.
The water jug was for them to drink water from. Chang Sheng didn't want to get involved, but he didn't want to refute the young man's wishes, so he ordered the young man to tip it over and wash his hands himself.
Seeing that Changsheng was about to leave, the young man spoke timidly again, "My benefactor, I still want to know who you are."
Changsheng hated making excuses, so he said casually, "It doesn't matter, my name is Li Changsheng, and I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty."
"Ah?! Are you an official?" The young man stared in shock.
Seeing the young man's shock and astonishment, Chang Sheng couldn't laugh or cry, "What's wrong with Guan'er? Do you think Guan'er is a bad person?"
The young man waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I see you are so thin, you don't look like an official."
"What about you, what's your name?" Changsheng asked casually.
"In return for my benefactor, my name is Fang Ziyu." The young man replied.
"Stop calling me benefactor. It sounds awkward to me. You should call me brother. You should have noticed that I'm not very old either." Chang Sheng said this and raised his hands to the middle-aged man and the woman. " I have something important to do, so I can't delay it, so please take care of yourself."
The couple was in shock. Seeing that Changsheng, as a prince, raised his hands to say goodbye to them, they were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed.
Changsheng walked out of the west wing. The old yellow dog had already finished eating the noodles and was sniffing and looking for him. When he saw Changsheng coming, he knew he was not a bad person, so he didn't show his teeth at him.
Changsheng touched the dog's head, waved his hand to the young man, then jumped up, swept westward and returned.
The young man didn't expect him to leave immediately, and shouted loudly from the east, "My lord, you must take care of yourself."
Hearing the young man's cry, Changsheng did not respond verbally. Instead, he shook his reins and rode his horse, heading north quickly...
