Dark Nine was not called Dark Nine at that time, he forgot his surname, and Dark Nine only remembered that his name was the same as that widower, called Fugui. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the spring, the sun was just right, shining warmly on Fugui's body, making Fugui, who had just gotten a string of sugar gourds that he couldn't eat on weekdays, smile like a flower, and his withered little face finally showed a trace of anger.

Fugui's father looked at the youngest son in front of him, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his cloudy eyes, Fugui is his old man, and he can't wait to hold the best things in front of his younger son.

It's useless, seeing that the family is about to be unable to open the pot, the children in the family are all hungry and yellow-skinned, and the eldest son will soon become an adult, but he can't even take out a copper dowry money.

'Fugui is still young, he can't remember things, I think he will forget this family in two years, I have been to see the Jia family, although it is not as good as those rich families, but it is better not to let my son starve to death......

The rich mother finished speaking, so she first hid her face and cried bitterly, talking about sending her son away, no one can compare to her heartache, looking at the little son who was frolicking with his brothers and sisters in the courtyard, the rich mother was even more ruthless.

Thinking of the night before she was going to send her son away, the lady sewed up the clothes for her son all night, and then looked at his son who was still ignorant, the rich father sighed deeply, picked up his son, turned around and limped, and walked in the opposite direction.

"Dad, aren't we going home?"

The little head was buckled in his father's arms, and Xiao Fugui closed his eyes, chewing a sweet and sour sugar gourd in his mouth.

"Well, Daddy will take you to meet someone."

Hearing his son say go home, the man paused, then continued to walk, and answered his son's words softly.

"And when are we going home?"

Xiao Fugui was always a little uneasy in his heart, pinching the hand of the sugar gourd while clutching the man's clothes, closing his eyes and listening to his father's increasingly heavy wheezing, and asked in a low voice.

"Dad, when are we going home?"

"Daddy?"

"Dad~~~~"

In the memory of wealth, there was such a long way to be hugged by his father who couldn't remember his face, and he was still happy in his heart at that time, because his father's leg had a bad disease, and his mother always didn't let him be held by his father, and occasionally his father secretly hugged him, and after being found by his mother, the father and son were always scolded.

It's just that he would rather not be held by his father all the way that day, obviously only three or four villages away, but he can no longer find his way home.

The widower of the Jia family likes to call him Xiaoyuan, Fugui doesn't know who Xiaoyuan is, he just feels that Jia Fugui's eyes always make him feel uncomfortable every time he looks at him.

He stayed in Jia's house for a few years, during which Jia Fugui always treated him very well, except for that uncomfortable face and the bad habit of not letting him go out.

Fugui also sneaked out of the house, trying to find his family who abandoned him, but every time he just took two steps out of the house, Jia Fugui would catch himself back like crazy, and then throw him into the small black room and beat himself with a whip.

When he saw Master for the first time, Fugui thought that he had seen a fairy, and his handsome face, delicate white robe, and the faint smell of Master made him can't help but get closer.

That day Kongkong just wanted to find a place to rest, but he didn't expect that he had just flown to the ground, and a dirty child pounced at his feet, unkempt and dirty, and scared the empty space that had always loved clean back several steps, you know, even if he went to steal things on weekdays, he would take care of himself, and the child in front of him didn't know that he hadn't taken a bath for a few months, and his body exuded a bad smell.

Kongkong, who wanted to find a place to rest again, just wanted to carry light work, but who knew that Fugui's movements were more flexible than him, and the whole person was stuck to him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Shui Lingling's big eyes have been staring at the empty sky, and he is a little reluctant to see the empty space that has always thought he is ruthless.

The appointment sighed, and tried to make Fugui let go of himself, but he didn't know what kind of tricks Fugui had used, and he couldn't break it.

For a while, the two of them stared at each other for a long time.

Jia Fugui, who got up in the middle of the night to relieve himself, rubbed his eyes and saw such a scene, his Xiaoyuan was holding a man, and the appearance of the two looking at each other made Jia Fugui irritable.

Seeing that the stick in Jia Fugui's hand was about to fall on Kongkong's body, Fugui closed his eyes tightly, and was just about to bear the pain of this stick for Kongkong, but he felt that his body was light, and the warm summer breeze slapped on his face, so it was not warm.

When he opened his eyes, Fugui saw that he was staring into the distance, his mouth was pursed, and they were 'flying' in the sky?

Holding the child in his arms empty, his eyes were full of helplessness, not to mention that the child's flexibility was above him, if he practiced well and cultivated to be higher than him, it would be just around the corner, just now he also 'saved' his own life, if he didn't save him, I am afraid it would be impossible to say.

"Master is not like other thieves, he only steals from the richest people's homes, Master said, they have so much money, it doesn't hurt to use some for them yourself."

Zong Jiming, who had a serious face listening to this, heard Dark Nine say this, and instantly regretted why he couldn't think about it so much to listen to Dark Nine talk about his life experience.

"Master Kongkong has taught you all the skills of the body, why do you still want to go to the sect family to be a little secret guard?"

This is what Zong Jiming doesn't understand the most, there are thirty or forty secret guards of the Zong family, not to mention those he hasn't seen, the Dark Nine in front of him is the best example.

"Master didn't give me all the skills."

After Dark Nine said this, he looked at Zong Jiming with a confused expression, when did he say that the master had granted himself all the skills?

"Master explained his intention when he rescued Dark Nine, and let me learn light martial arts in order to come to the sect's house to eat, and that's what Master said to Dark Nine back then."

"Kongkong has an enmity with the Zong family?"

Such semi-finished products are also sent to the Zongjia? What should I do if I kill the Zong family?

"No, the master said that in addition to the Dark Nine, there will be other people who will protect the Zong family together, so the master sent the Dark Nine for the good of the Zong family."

When Dark Nine said this, his face was serious, and Zong Jiming was a little funny.

"In that case, you haven't gotten the empty true transmission, then I have nothing to practice, what if I learn your tricks and go mad?"

Zong Jiming stretched his waist and exhaled a breath of turbid air comfortably, as if after listening to what Dark Nine said, his whole body relaxed, but he wanted to see him one by one.

"Ahh

Guan Yiyi, who had studied the portrait for several days, suddenly sneezed, grabbed the saliva handkerchief hanging on his waist, and wiped the saliva on his hands at will, still a little unconvinced.

I saw a man's face painted on the drawing paper, this face was seen every day before he died, but this face seemed a little strange.

"My union with Zong Jiming?"

Then he sneered again, pressed the portrait under the pillow, and waited for Zong Jiming to come back and ask for clarification. (To be continued.) )