Chen, meaning the location of the North Star, that is, the pivot of the stars.

The ancients also referred to it as the residence of the emperor, symbolizing the throne; In astrology, it is called the residence of the Emperor of Heaven, and it is also the main gate to the Heavenly Palace.

The singing homeless man lives on the pier of a bridge called Gongchen Bridge, and the straw mat becomes his bed as soon as it is placed on the gravel floor, and some shabby clothes and pots and pans are placed next to the mat, so this is the homeless man's home.

Gongchen Bridge is only four or five miles away from Tang Song's Gumuren University, and it is only about ten minutes' walk from the shopping mall where the homeless people have just sold their arts.

The homeless man already knew that Tang Song was following him from behind, and he didn't care about this situation. In the past, there were many people who followed him after he performed his art, some of them were reporters who were curious about his background, some were little girls who were moved by the singing, and some were people who had bad intentions towards him.

After all, he is a disabled person, and after singing on the street, he earns quite a lot every time, so some hooligans and gangsters who are interested in him will really pay attention to him.

But the homeless man doesn't particularly care about this, to be honest, his perception of life has long been far beyond others.

The world is empty, life is ultimate, and wealth is not forced. Even an adolescent boy or girl will often talk about these rotten truths, but there are not many people who can really let go of greed, hatred and resentment in their hearts.

The homeless man did not speak, but found a few torn clothes, piled them into a pillow, lay down on the straw mat, and began to rest.

The stereo and the bag he had used for his begging were resting behind him, and if someone tried to snatch them at this time, the remains of the homeless man would not be able to save them anyway.

Tang Song also didn't speak, and when he saw the homeless man looking ready to sleep, he stayed quietly and looked at him.

The homeless man slept like this for three hours, and Tang Song also sat on the edge of the bridge pier for three hours.

Tang Song didn't know why he did this. Is it out of respect for this self-reliant tramp? Not exactly. It just seemed to him that he was destined to do this.

The homeless man stretched out and let out a soothing cry, he had woken up.

Seeing that the young man next to him had been waiting for him for so long, the homeless man was also a little shocked. Looking at Tang Song's sincere expression, the homeless man broke the silence first: "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

The homeless man's voice was slightly hoarse, and it was not difficult to hear the Cantonese accent in it.

Tang Song went to the police academy and interned at the Shitang Town Police Station for a short period of time, so he is also slightly more sensitive to things like accents than ordinary people.

"It's okay, I just think you're amazing. So...... That's why I wanted to come and see you. ”

"Hmm."

The homeless man responded to Tang Song, and then both of them fell into an embarrassed state.

"Listen to the accent, are you Cantonese?" Tang Song hurriedly found a topic.

The homeless man was obviously stunned for a moment, and he didn't know if Tang Song guessed his origin or just because of the word "you" in Tang Song's mouth.

sighed, probably because of Tang Song's words, the homeless man muttered as if talking to himself: "Yes, it's been more than ten years since I came out of Chancheng, Guangdong." ”

"The song you sang just now 'It seems to be an old friend' is very good, and I was very touched when I listened to it on the side."

As if he was still immersed in his memories and didn't hear Tang Song's words, the homeless man glanced at Tang Song and said, "You seem to be practicing martial arts, right?" ”

Tang Song looked at the homeless man in surprise and subconsciously said "um".

Before he had time to think about how the other party saw that he had martial arts, the homeless man hugged his fist in front of Tang Song with his left hand and said: "Foshan Cao'an Hall, Du Yu.!" ”

This set of rhetoric is quite exquisite, the ancients like to say their own sect first when they greet each other, and they are afraid that the other party is also their own brother or their own sect, so that if they move the harmony, it will not hurt their own brother; Second, reporting his own sect is also to give himself a strong side, and if the other party has bad intentions, he has to estimate the power behind him.

But Du Yu said these words to Tang Song at this time, purely out of a momentary interest, or the silent pride in his heart was attracted by Tang Song.

Tang Song didn't know the name of Cao'an Hall or Du Yu, but if Sun Bu'er was here, he would definitely be surprised.

Cao'an Hall is not famous in China, not famous in the south, not famous in Guangdong, and not even in Chancheng.

But twenty-one years ago, there was a boy named Du Yu in the Cao'an Hall, so the name of the small force of the Cao'an Hall soon boiled in Chancheng, followed by the entire Guangdong, and later some people in the south began to know that there was a Cao'an Hall in Chancheng, and there was a Du Yu in the Cao'an Hall.

This Du Yu was twenty-five years old at the time, he entered the Cao'an Hall at the age of seven, and became a teacher at the age of eighteen, and after leaving the school, he was silent in the Cao'an Hall for seven years.

Seven years have passed so long that everyone in the Cao'an Hall has forgotten his existence, and only a few senior brothers who are really familiar with him know that Du Yu has not left anywhere, so he stays in the ancestral temple of Houshan.

Practicing martial arts, worshipping ancestors, planting vegetables, sweeping the floor, and occasionally going to the back mountain to hunt a pheasant and fight tooth sacrifices.

He stayed in the back mountain for seven years like a living dead, and after coming out, Du Yu knocked the then head of Cao'an Hall to the ground with only four moves.

Du Yu made three moves, and finally made one move.

In the laughter of the master, Du Yu stepped out of the gate of the hermitage hall.

In the next half month, Du Yu beat almost all the forces in Chancheng that could be named, and no one let him make more than ten moves.

There was no one to fight in Chancheng, so Du Yu began to go to Yangcheng. After fighting Yangcheng, he began to fight Pengcheng, and there was no opponent for him among the younger generation in almost the entire Guangdong region.

Later, Du Yu went all the way north to the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions, setting off a storm in the martial arts world of Xizi City. When people become famous, their natural nature will also quietly change. Du Yu did a lot of unforgiving things at that time, which made his martial arts colleagues a little disdainful. But there is no way that the older generation can't let go of their sons, and the younger generation of people look at the entire South China region, and no one can subdue Du Yu.

Du Yu was twenty-six years old at the time, and it was only a year before he stepped out of the back mountain, and his cultivation had reached the peak of D-rank.

Until Du Yu met someone in Xizi City.

Twenty years ago, it was also here, under the pier of Gongchen Bridge, the man with red lips and pink face, the age was comparable to Tang Song in front of him.

If Du Yu knew that Tang Song's face had been transformed by Samuel, then that person should be younger than Tang Song.

The man stopped him in the middle of the road, saying that he was a student who went to school in Xizi City, and also said that what Du Yu did in Xizi City was against martial arts.

That person talked a lot, and finally said that he wanted to go head-to-head with Du Yu.

Du Yu smiled and didn't speak, he didn't even notice a trace of spiritual power fluctuations on the pink-faced young man's body.

But the other party knocked down Du Yu with one move after making a move.

The pink-faced boy seemed to have done something extremely light, looking at Du Yu who fell to the ground, he put on his schoolbag and left.

Du Yu held his breath and asked him what his name was, and Du Yu said this sentence at that time - Foshan Cao'an Hall, Du Yu. Not asked?

The pink-faced boy touched his nose and said shyly, "I haven't named myself yet?" Or you can call me Pingyang Gongzi! ”

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