Wang Yumeng walked hesitantly alone, thinking like a tide? The enmity of his parents is not shared, and now he doesn't want to talk about revenge, he doesn't even have a place to live.

What to do? Go to Zhongzhou!

It is rumored that Zhongzhou has the most capable people and the most prosperous rivers and lakes, and after going to Zhongzhou to learn art, he will find an opportunity to take revenge.

However, this is the northernmost part of Ningzhou, and the nearest road to Zhongzhou is also to cross the entire Ningzhou to the southernmost lakeside city of Ningzhou by boat.

Alas, take one step at a time, anyway, there are no starving people in the world.

The nearby town in the south of Qingshan Town, Liucheng, Ningzhou is called Qingyun Town, Wang Yumeng thought while moving along the official road, and he didn't know how long he walked until he reached the range of Qingyun Town.

The sky gradually darkened, Wang Yumeng hurried forward, and finally saw a ruined temple in front of him, regardless of whether there was anyone or not, he stepped into it.

The temple collapsed a corner, and the hall was covered with spider silk, and the smell of mildew and dampness was disgusting.

But he could not care much about it, and looked around him, and only the divine case could still be used as sleep, so he removed the broken candlesticks and incense burners into the ground, climbed up, and crouched down, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he woke up from his dream, only to feel thunder and gurgling in his belly, he felt very sad, and when he saw that it was dark outside, there was no movement, and he began to cry.

Suddenly wiped his tears again, looked out of the hall, his face was full of determination, gritted his teeth, shook his head, fell down again, and fell asleep.

When Wang Yumeng woke up again, it was already three poles in the sun.

Endure hunger, walk forward step by step, walk and rest, rest and walk.

Wang Yumeng only felt weak, his legs were weak, and he finally walked to a Qingyun town after noon.

Wang Yumeng wandered on the streets, walked through a street, walked another street, he didn't know how to open his mouth to beg for food, and after a long time, he really couldn't help the hunger in his stomach, so he blushed, plucked up his courage, and walked to the family, but there was an old man inside.

He hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Old uncle, I came out to find my relatives, and the money I brought has been used up, and I haven't found it, your old man is fine, give me some food!"

The old man saw that he was dressed and talking, and he didn't look like a flower, so he turned around and brought out a bowl of rice from the room, and put some vegetables in it, and even gave him a bowl. He hurriedly took it, and without thanking him, he squatted by the door and grabbed it with his hand and sent it to his mouth.

Wang Yumeng is indeed very hungry, this bowl of cold rice is even more delicious than the delicacies of the mountains and seas he has eaten.

Wang Yumeng raised his eyes to look at the old man while picking up the rice in his mouth, chewing the rice in his mouth, and connected his head to thank the old man.

The old man shook his head when he looked like a eater, and turned to close the door.

When Wang Yumeng was eating with relish, he didn't know when a small hand reached out behind his back and slapped his rice bowl, the bowl broke, and the rice was poured all over the ground.

Wang Yumeng looked back and saw that it was a child older than him, and there were two small flowers about the same size standing behind him, clapping their hands and laughing.

Wang Yumeng was angry, he wanted to scold, but he didn't know how to scold.

He said expectantly, "You, why did you kill my food?"

"Haha!" Xiao Yuhua laughed loudly: "Boy, this is our territory, who told you to rob us of our food?"

Wang Yumeng didn't know what the territory was, he said strangely: "This is what I asked this family for, when did I rob you of your food?"

The older one glared at her and asked, "Do you really not know, or do you pretend not to know?" He said blankly, "What?"

Xiao Xiaohua pointed to his forehead and said: "Tell you, you have to find a beggar gang to worship the master before you enter the beggar gang, if you want, I will take you to worship the master." ”

Wang Yumeng innocently asked, "What do you do with Master?"

Xiao Xianghua laughed and said: "Joke, you still want to learn martial arts? How can there be such a good thing? Worship the master, be under the master's control, come back from begging for food, the master is full, and you will be allowed to eat the rest!"

Wang Yumeng muttered: "If you don't teach martial arts, why do you worship the master?"

Xiao Yaohua said angrily: "If you don't join the gang, you won't be allowed to beg for food here, get out!"

Wang Yumeng innocently asked: "Then where do I go, you don't care?"

Xiao Yuhua said: "As long as you don't ask for it on this street, we don't care." ”

Wang Yumeng said: "Okay! I'll go to another street to beg for it." ”

said that he turned around and left, but he heard the little shouting flowers behind him laugh and said, "Boy, hmph! ”

Wang Yumeng tossed and turned a few streets and alleys, and was also bullied by the little flowers, and he knew that begging was not an easy task.

Wang Yumeng was hungry and bullied, and walked all the way, hoping to reach Zhongzhou as soon as possible, or meet strange people to learn art.

On this day, on the official road, there were two or three pedestrians.

One of them was only a teenager, dressed in tattered clothes and trousers, unkempt, and barefoot, and walked weakly.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and bean-sized raindrops poured down, drenching the child all over.

He could barely breathe, gritted his teeth, and ran in the rain.

Fortunately, he didn't run half a mile when he saw a tea shop, and he hurriedly flashed to the tea shop, squatting on the ground, looking at the heavy rain with demented eyes.

Suddenly...... A loud voice sounded in his ears: "Zhao Wuqiang, your helper is here, why don't you invite him in and strengthen your courage?"

The child looked back at the tea shop, only to see a flash of white light in front of him, and a bright thing came to him. He didn't know what it was, so he hurriedly raised his hand to block it.

It was too late, it was fast, and when he was about to hit his palm, a white and unbright thing flew next to the steep ground, and when there was a bang, the two objects fell in front of him at the same time, and he looked down, and secretly screamed in his heart: "Mom!" Frightened, his face turned pale, and he was stunned on the spot.

It turned out that what fell to the ground was a thin knife and a short chicken bone.

He knew that the knife was stabbing him, and if he didn't have this chicken bone, it would be strange if the knife didn't make a hole in the palm of his hand.

I only heard someone in the teahouse speak: "I really can't imagine that a well-known character would do this to a little man named Hanako, and he really deserves to be a figure of the Five Poisons Gang." ”

Xuanqimen Elder Zhao's hand is really unambiguous, haha......"

"The surname Liu, at your hand, I toast you!"

Only then did the child see clearly that in this empty tea shop, there were seven or eight tables, a Taoist priest was sitting in the middle, six black-clothed men were sitting at the table next to the door on the right, and a monk was sitting at the table in the middle. There are two tables on the left, and outside is a middle-aged man dressed as a martial artist.

There were food and drinks on every table, and he saw that these people were all eyebrows and each other.

He didn't know who had beaten the knife and the chicken bones.

I can't hear who is speaking.

At this time, Elder Zhao of Xuanqi Sect raised his hand, and the tin wine pot flew towards the six black-clothed men, with a whirring sound, extremely fast.

When the six black-clothed men saw the wine jug coming, four of them moved their chairs to both sides by a foot, and the two black-clothed men who were sitting still stretched out their right palm and hit the flying wine jug, and said at the same time: "I, Liu Gang, can't stand it, or you Zhao Wuqiang use it yourself!"

I saw that the wine jug was slightly paused in the air, and then flew back faster, but the head was off, and it flew to the head of the Taoist priest next to Zhao Wuqiang.

The person dressed as a Taoist priest was holding a glass of wine to his mouth, and when he saw the wine jug flying, he gently knocked the bottom of the pot with the wine glass, glanced at the man in black, and then turned to Zhao Wuqiang and said: "Hall Master Liu's hand is even better, but the wine jug that returned you ran to the little brother." I said, Elder Zhao, others don't give you face, you might as well drink it yourself!"

These two words made the big man in black blush, but the child did not see it, and he stared curiously at the flask flying in the air.

At this time, the wine jug was flying back in front of Zhao Wuqiang, and he smiled slightly: "Okay! ”

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up a chopstick, and gently knocked on the flying wine jug, and with a ding, the wine jug flew to the monk in the right corner again, and the monk picked up the wine glass and said, "Elder Zhao, the poor monk has thanked you." ”

The child didn't blink, staring blankly at the flask.

The monk's right arm was slightly raised, and the wine glass in his hand was facing the spout of the wine jug that was flying in, saying that it was also strange, the wine jug seemed to be being held by someone to pour wine, tilted in the air, and the wine flowed out from the spout, and he poured a full cup and drank it himself.

The child was fascinated by it, cheered, and thought to himself: "This is good, if I learn it, it will be much better to beg for a few dollars on the street than to beg for food secretly, but I wonder if he will teach me?"

The child turned around and swept towards the big man in black, only to see that his face was full of anger, but he seemed to be full of anger, looking at Zhao Wuqiang's disdainful demeanor, as if he had some scruples, and did not dare to challenge him face-to-face.

But what he said, the child didn't understand at all.

But the old man who was sitting in the middle looked nervous.

At this time, Zhao Wuqiang smiled indifferently and asked the man in black, "What do you want me to take?"