My name is Sang Begging.

I don't have the surname Sang, but since I was a child, people around me have called me that, "Sang begging" is not a good word in my hometown, almost equivalent to a cheap breed, a dog mongrel, they call me with contempt in their eyes, and the tone of the tail note rises slightly, in order to show that they are superior to me.

In the spring of ten, when I was ten years old, I was chased by a dog after stealing food, and an old man rescued me, and after touching me from head to toe, he said that I could learn from him.

But don't think he has any good intentions, the old man is willing to take me as an apprentice, but because my skeleton is small, he said that if I practice the art of bone shrinking, I will naturally take advantage of others, and after I practice, I can steal things for him.

Like me, he raised a dozen or so in total.

The old man praised me for being born to eat this bowl of rice, but I was not willing to be at the mercy of him for the rest of my life, and maybe one day I would be caught, cramped and skinned like everyone else, and thrown outside the tent to feed the insects and ants.

The old thing has saved a lot of money over the years, and I am going to secretly practice two tricks, and when he is unprepared, I can take it all for myself if I kill him with one knife.

When I was thirteen years old, when I infiltrated Itakurabu to steal something, I took the sheep and stole a book of swords from their leader's tent. …… I think it's providence. With the blood of that old thing, staining my clothes red, just thinking about it, there is an irrepressible impulse.

It's just that the knife score is difficult to learn, from thirteen to nineteen years old. I've been practicing for six years, but I still haven't mastered a single move, and I've obviously mastered it in six years. But every time I come out of the knife, I feel awkward, and I can't be the opponent of the old thing.

In the turn of the year, I followed the old thing to the newly popped Arakawabu, and the old thing had "business" to discuss, so we stayed for the time being.

Every time I first went to a strange place, I had a hard time falling asleep at night, and that time was no exception. I simply went out for a walk, intending to find a secluded place to study the knife technique, and then I heard a man and a woman arguing.

Cut. This kind of affair is inevitable everywhere, and people are actually no different from livestock in many cases, and they can't control their own desires.

As I got closer, I realized that I had done something wrong.

I met a beautiful woman.

She was talking to a man in his forties in a language I didn't understand. Both of them looked a little excited. But they kept their distance, and in the end they broke up.

The man shook his head and walked away disappointed, and the woman stood where she was, under the moon, and she was as beautiful as if she could shine. Such a stunner is not something that I, a "mulberry beggar", can withstand.

Before I could leave, footsteps sounded, and a little cub came looking for me. He was about eight or nine years old, and he called "Mother". He jumped forward and hugged the woman.

The beauty reached out and touched the little cub's forehead, her hair was brushed away, revealing a bruised face, the beauty was obviously a little sad, squatting down, I understood what she said this time, she said: "Zheng'er, I asked Mr. Duan to go back to Liang Kingdom, if he continues to stay here, it will only harm us." ”

It turns out that they are Liang people?

The little cub didn't know if he was stupid, so he said in a sullen voice after a while: "Mother, Mr. Duan is for my good, don't drive him away, I won't fight with Sha Ang and them again." ”

The beauty didn't speak, but took his hand and walked back, and in the darkness there were only the footsteps of the two and the little cub sobbing and crying.

Only the useless will cry, and the weak will not survive here.

I don't even have the interest to go with me, if this mother and son are not protected, they probably won't live long.

The old thing talked about "business" for a long time this time, and it took seven days to leave, which was enough for me to figure out who the mother and son were that night.

Half a year later, I went back to the Arakawa Division, and I was still alive, and the old thing was still alive, and I wouldn't let him know that I wanted to kill him until I practiced the sword.

But the beauty is gone.

The little cub looked sick and crooked, his eyes were indifferent, I don't know why, as soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but be attracted to him, as if I saw myself now.

We are all twisted people.

He often stood on the cliff in the evening, facing the setting sun, like a stone and motionless for half a day.

Many people would think that he was stupid by his mother's death, but I won't, this little cub is full of weirdness.

I once walked around behind him while no one was there and asked him, "What are you looking at?" ”

He ignored me.

"If you don't say it, I might push you down."

He glanced at me and said in a cold tone, "I'm looking at that leaf on the cliff opposite. ”

I watched from the side for a long time, my eyes were stinged by the sun, and I couldn't see which leaf he was talking about, and decided not to be crazy with him anymore.

The middle-aged man surnamed Duan never left him.

Another year passed, and he seemed to have come out of the pain of losing his mother, and he was no longer so difficult to approach.

At that time, I didn't know that he had taken his uncle's son to his mother's death, and sometimes his cousins called him "Sang Begging", and it was strange that he was not angry.

As the days passed, the secret of the knife spectrum had not yet been clarified, and I became more and more agitated, and I did not care to pay attention to him anymore.

But one day, the man named Duan Zhengqing suddenly came to me, and he asked very directly: "My son-in-law has been paying attention to you for a long time, are you going to deal with your master?" ”

It turned out that he could speak Dongyi dialect.

The other party came prepared, and I couldn't stop talking, so I could only seek cooperation.

"How can you help me?"

As a result of the negotiations, I handed over the book.

It is ridiculous to say that the sword technique I used to kill my master was actually taught to me by a half-grown child who had just turned fourteen.

The old thing's blood stained me red in white, and I gave him half of the wealth I had gained, and although I had a feeling that he didn't really think much of it, he finally sighed and accepted it.

The old thing is dead, and no one tells me to do this and that, and I'm a little dazed.

I can steal, I can rob, I can disguise and kill, that's all.

The old thing was alive, and I wanted to get rid of his control, and when he died, I realized that I had been bound by my habits for so many years.

I need someone to show me the way, tell me who to steal, who to rob, who to kill.

As if it was fate, soon I had a new master, his name was Zhong Tianzheng.

When I met him, he was a crying little cub.

I was twenty-five years old when I decided to pledge my allegiance to him, and he had just turned fifteen.

People like us are not destined to live long.

I don't care anymore that others call me "Sang Begging", in Liang State, my name is Shang Qi.

Actually, I prefer them to call me Mad Dog.

(To be continued.) )