The child pouted and stared at this scene dumbfounded. He now felt that his whole body was full of power.
Looking at his fists, he shouted: "Dad, Mom, did you see it? I defeated..."
Turning around, he saw a pair of gods walking slowly behind him.
Yang Sinian swore that he would never forget this scene until his death.
This is a pair of Taoist priests. The man is a jade tree facing the wind, and the woman is noble and beautiful.
At this time, the young man struggled to stand up, hurriedly ran to his wife and children, and held them in his arms.
"Xin'er, Nian'er, are you okay?"
The couple shook their heads. The feeling of escaping death made their family feel like they were waking up from a dream. They were really two people.
The young man turned around and kowtowed to Zhang Qingyuan and Li Qiuran.
"My lord, Yang Junyi, would like to thank the two Taoist priests for their life-saving grace."
Zhang Qingyuan bent down and helped him up, "Don't be so polite, it's nothing."
Yang Junyi was so excited that she couldn't express her gratitude in words, and couldn't help but choke with sobs.
The moment Zhang Qingyuan took action from a distance, he was a god in Yang Junyi's heart!
"May I ask the names of these two benefactors?"
"Zhang Qingyuan, a poor man, this is Li Qiuran."
Yang Sinian looked at Zhang Qingyuan and the others curiously, walked up to them, and asked cutely: "Are you heroes?"
Zhang Qingyuan smiled warmly: "That's right."
"Did you kill them all just now?"
"Yeah."
"you are great."
The child opened his eyes wide and said in a very cute way.
In fact, he felt a little bit disappointed in his heart. He was so happy that he thought I was the one who beat him to death.
When he was at home, his grandma always told him some fairy tales. The protagonist of one type of fairy tale was a kind of god-man with strange blood in his body.
He is an ordinary person at ordinary times, but when he feels desperate, the blood in his body will awaken and explode, defeating demons and monsters.
Just now Yang Sinian planned to save the world, but after a long time, it turned out that it had nothing to do with him.
Children, they all have this kind of fantasy in their hearts.
Which child in the countryside has never pretended to be a hero, tying a bed sheet around his neck as a cloak, and sticking out a branch as a sword.
Zhang Qingyuan knelt down and reached out to pinch his little fleshy face.
"how old are you."
"I'm six years old."
"What's your name?"
The child said: "My name is Yang Sinian."
Li Qiuran also squatted down, smiled and praised him: "Yes, you are so brave."
It was rare for Li Qiuran to smile to people he didn't know, so the trip to Chunyang Palace was effective.
Of course, it is also possible that she likes this child and his courage to protect his parents without fear of life and death.
Yang Sinian laughed out loud, with snot bubbles popping out of his nose.
Yang Junyi and his wife bowed down again and said, "I don't know which mountain or temple my two benefactors are practicing in, but I will definitely pay them a visit."
Zhang Qingyuan looked at him, but his influence was still not great enough. He still didn't recognize him even after giving his name, and asked him which mountain he came from.
Not everyone knows the famous martial arts heroes. Their fame is only known to those in the martial arts world and a small number of people among the people. Without exception, these people have more or less contact with the martial arts world.
But for those scholars who have studied hard for ten years in a cold window, have no ears to hear what is happening outside the window, and only read the books of sages, they definitely don't know the world.
Those old farmers who farm in the village don't know the people in the world.
Seeing him ask this, Zhang Qingyuan responded: "Currently there is no mountain or temple, so just come to the door to say thanks. When the road is rough, drawing a sword to help is the traditional virtue of people in our Taoist sect."
The couple was grateful, and Zhang Qingyuan glanced at the carriages behind them. There was a dazzling array of goods on them, including pots and pans.
I asked curiously: "You two are not much older than me. Are you taking goods or moving? Why are you taking care of your family?"
As if asking what was on his mind, Yang Junyi sighed.
"To be honest, the Taoist priest, we are both moving goods and moving. This is my wife, this is my son, and those few are my servants and maids.
We are originally from Lan County, Huizhou Prefecture, and our family is in the cloth business. Just because our parents passed away, my sister-in-law wanted to monopolize the family property, so she divided the family with us.
My brother is the eldest son and the head of the family, so it’s hard for me and my wife to say anything, so we have to go out and earn a living.
Fortunately, my brother was kind enough and gave me some pieces of cloth. I also saved some money over the years. "
"I see."
In ancient times, it was normal for brothers to separate. From his words, we can learn that his sister-in-law is snobbish and intolerant of others. My brother probably wanted to separate the family and monopolize the family property, but he couldn't save face, or maybe he was afraid of his wife, so the family was separated anyway.
However, he was still allowed to take away these pieces of cloth, so he didn't completely lose his conscience...
Um?
If his brother gave him the cloth just to let him meet the robbers, it would be possible to kill him with a borrowed knife to eliminate future troubles.
But this is unlikely, because even without these goods, it is difficult to escape when encountering robbers.
Therefore, Zhang Qingyuan is more inclined to the view that his brother still has a conscience. It is his own business and he has no right to interfere.
"Then where are you going?"
Yang Junyi turned around and said: "Oh, we are going to Yunyang Mansion. I had a friend who was doing business there when I was young. I will join him and I can take care of him."
Yunyang Mansion?
Wudang Mountain!
In today's world, Shiyan City in Hubei Province is called Yunyang Mansion.
"That being the case, I wish you a safe journey."
Although they are going to Wudang, it is not going smoothly at the moment.
"I won't say thank you for your great kindness. If the Taoist master is useful to me in the future, I will definitely repay you with a spring of water."
His wife Xin'er also bowed and bowed, with the same attitude as her husband.
At this time, the little boy Yang Sinian ran over, raised his head and asked: "Aren't you going to my house?"
Zhang Qingyuan smiled and shook his head: "I won't go now, I will go later."
"Then...can I become your teacher?" He said expectantly.
"Worship me as your disciple?" Zhang Qingyuan was a little surprised.
The little boy nodded firmly and said in a sweet voice: "I also want to be as powerful as you, so that if I meet bad people again, I can protect my father and my mother."
Zhang Qingyuan looked at Li Qiuran, who smiled knowingly. He bent down and reached out to rub Yang Sinian's head.
"Okay, when I go to Yunyang, I will accept you as my disciple and make you my first disciple!"
"Really!"
The little boy was overjoyed and jumped up and down happily.
Yang Junyi and his wife were also very happy that their savior was willing to accept their son as his disciple. Although they did not know him, with such high martial arts skills, he must be a well-known person in the world.
"Nian'er, why don't you thank the Taoist priest quickly."
Yang Sinian immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said: Thank you, Master Hu. "
Turning around, he kowtowed to Li Qiuran again and said, "Thank you, Master."
Yo ho!
Zhang Qingyuan and Li Qiuran looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
What is emotional intelligence? This is emotional intelligence!
A six-year-old child is really discerning.
With his cleverness, he could surpass Li Xuanzhen ten times.
If you don't accept this disciple, it is unforgivable.
"Good boy, please give me some advice, you will definitely become a great person in the future!"
