Chapter 1: The Beggar Saves Beauty

The Ikebana Eagle finally found Zhao Wen, the most beautiful third princess of Jirui Kingdom, and quickly killed twelve of her guards.

No one knows Flying Eagle's real name, but everyone knows that he is a heinous adulterer, and almost all of them, from the king to the state capital and various sects, have issued high bounties for the capture of ikebana.

Some wealthy families even made bold statements: Whoever catches ikebana will have a bounty of 10 million taels of gold!

A retired general said:

Whoever kills Ikebana, I will protect his family for prosperity!

There was once a high monk and two nuns who chased Hanamichi for three years, but in the end they were still escaped by Hanamichi and killed three people. Since then, no one has been arresting them with open fire.

"Whoever kills the Ikebana Demon will be the core disciple of my sect!

This highest reward was issued by the head of the Wuyun Sect.

Today's ikebana dream came true, and he actually caught the third princess he dreamed of, and his dream for many years is finally coming true today.

The third princess Zhao Wen was so beautiful, the flower path flying eagle reached out and was about to tear off the third princess's clothes, but saw a little beggar curled up in a small cave next to her, and under her long unkempt hair, there were two black eyes looking at him with cold light.

The little beggar suddenly saw the disappointed, helpless, and sad eyes of the third princess, and immediately crawled out of the hole and raised his fist to meet the flower path.

Hanamichi was vigilant and immediately left the third princess and reached out to grab the beggar from the cave.

"Haha, you wouldn't have lived for a few days, I'll do a good deed today and send you to hell in advance"

The little beggar was only seven or eight years old, very thin, as if there was no trace of flesh, only a scorched skin wrapped around a skeleton, weighing only twenty or thirty pounds.

"Ha, a little beggar who is dying!"

Holding the little beggar and about to throw it out, he threw off the cliff in front of him, but the little beggar let out a hysterical cry, twisted his waist, and bit Hanamichi's throat.

Feeling that the pain in his throat was terrible, Hanamichi hurriedly punched the little beggar in the abdomen, but because of the sore throat, his punch did not have the power of the past to open the mountains and crack the ground.

The little beggar bit the throat of the flower path and did not let go, and blood soon appeared in the throat of the flower arrangement, and the little beggar's mouth was also full of blood from his abdomen.

"Boom!"

Ikebana punched the little beggar in the abdomen again, causing the little beggar to fly up and spinning around the flower path in a half circle.

But it was this half circle that killed Ikebana.

The little beggar flew up, although his body was flying, his teeth were gritted so badly, so he tore Hanamichi's throat while flying, and pulled Hanamichi out of the body of the third princess.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Hanamichi's throat was broken, and his hands were still subconsciously bombarding the little beggar's body, but the force became smaller and smaller, and suddenly his eyes were closed.

The third princess, who was constantly struggling, didn't know what was happening, and she was looking for death when she suddenly saw that Hanamichi was dead, and a big hole appeared in her throat, and a little beggar who was as thin as a bamboo pole next to her was full of blood, and her mouth was actually biting a section of Hanamichi's throat bone tightly.

The three princesses roared and fled as fast as a madman, and the mournful cry was heard far away.

The third princess quickly fled away.

Poor in a daze, I vaguely heard her mouth constantly shouting something.

Two hours later, a group of samurai arrived with the third princess and found that the little beggar was still clutching a throat bone of ikebana, but the little beggar had only a glimmer of life left.

An old man pounded his fingers on the little beggar for a while, and then fed the little beggar a pill.

Time was short, and the little beggar finally opened his eyes, struggled to sit up, but finally did not complete the action of sitting, and suddenly his eyes went black and fell down.

When the little beggar woke up again, he was already lying on a gorgeous bed, covered with a quilt of dragons and phoenixes.

Slowly sitting up, I found myself refreshed, covered in new clothes, clean, and neatly combed.

The two little maids hurried out of the house, and then an old man with a white beard came in.

Whitebeard sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed the little beggar's hand, and said kindly:

"I'm the manager here, you can call me Grandpa Wu. Well, what's your name, little one?"

"Poor!"

"What? Poor? Grandpa asked you what your name was?"

"Poor!"

"Ah, that's your name?"

The little beggar nodded, and Whitebeard asked again:

"Do you know where you're from?"

The little beggar did not know where he was from, but he knew that there was a large millstone outside his house, so he said:

"Big grinding disc. ”

Whitebeard was about to ask something when he saw a man in Tsing Yi come in from outside and say to Whitebeard:

"This child is from Morning Glory Town, thousands of miles away, surnamed Lu, and is now about nine years old. When he was more than two years old, he was ruined by the Ikebana Flying Eagle and killed his father, so ......"

"So people call him pathetic?"

"Yes!"

"So he remembered Ikebana's face?"

"Probably. ”

"But even so, facing the flower path of the Immortal Monarch Realm...... Hehe, maybe the flower arrangement is full of sins!"

Whitebeard waved his hand, and the man went out, and Whitebeard looked pitiful, nodded and swayed out.

Ten days later, the poor was taken under the name of an old woman surnamed Ma here and became the son of Mrs. Ma.

"From now on, you will no longer call me pathetic, you will be called March, you will be called my mother. ”

Mrs. Ma's voice was very soft and low, but her face was full of seriousness, and she stood pitifully for a while, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

"You have a lot of money, and the reward for killing the Ikebana Flying Eagle is a lot, but it can only be placed here for the time being, but I need to tell you a ......"

I can't remember what I said later.

The Ikebana Flying Eagle has trampled countless women, and there are many people who have offered heavy rewards to cut off the head of the Ikebana in the open and in secret, but the head of the Ikebana Flying Eagle has still grown steadily on his neck for twenty years.

I didn't expect this nine-year-old beggar to take off this incomparably valuable head!

After that, he pitifully entered the years of studying, and sat in the house with a dozen children who were several years younger than him, shaking their heads and reading, and then holding a brush to draw red in the notebook.

"Poor, that's not how the pen is taken. ”

A girl named Honghong hurried over and taught Poor how to hold a pen.

The youngest of these children is five years old and the oldest is seven years old, but they are better at reading and writing than pitiful.

I followed the reading for three years, but I was able to read more than a dozen books, but as for the writing and meaning, let alone it, it was all a mess.

At night, I lived in Mrs. Ma's house, Mrs. Ma lived in the east bed, and the poor lived in the west bed, with two curtains in between, and only vague figures could be seen from each other.

Poor always secretly watching Mrs. Ma's strange movements in the bed.

During the three years, the poor never saw Mrs. Ma sleep, and always did those eternal movements all night, and she was more skilled than Mrs. Ma.

Mrs. Ma always had a jade box next to her, and there were always dozens of pills in the jade box, and she had to swallow those pills almost every night.

When he wasn't in class, poor people went into a forest and learned what Mrs. Ma did.

I have been doing these movements for three years, and I feel that there are many places in my body that are faintly hot, but when I feel it carefully, there is nothing.

I saw with my own eyes that one night Mrs. Ma suddenly went up to the five-zhang tall tree outside the door, and I think it must have something to do with these actions.

But why can't I jump up into a tree?

Poor often jumped to the treetops, but he was very disappointed, and every time he couldn't jump more than three feet high.

Now the poor doesn't want anything, and all he thinks about is Mrs. Ma's jump.