Liu Gang said sympathetically: "Zhao Wuqiang, don't pretend to be stupid, aren't you here for that divine dragon trick?

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of everyone present were focused on Lao Dao, and Lao Dao was even more nervous, and his eyes couldn't help but inspect everyone, and he was ready to go.

However, after Zhao Wuqiang glanced at the old way, he said disdainfully: "Liu Gang, don't waste your efforts, your idea is quite good, but you can't hide it from me."

You want me to take the lead for you, and you sit back and reap the profits? Haha! Tell you, I just drink and watch the excitement, unlike you who brought some rice buckets and wanted things, but you didn't dare to do it......

These words caused everyone to laugh.

Liu Gang's face was full of red clouds, and he was embarrassed and angry, and said fiercely: "Okay! Let you see how powerful the Five Poisons Gang is!"

As he spoke, he took out a small bamboo slip from his bosom, pulled out the stopper, and five poisonous bees the size of his thumb flew out in a row.

When the monk saw it, he shouted, "Poisonous bees!"

The five poisonous bees were psychic, two flew to Lao Dao, and two flew to Zhao Wuqiang and the monk.

Lao Dao hurriedly picked up the broom on the table, flicked his wrist, and swept towards the flying poisonous bees.

The monk waved his palms together, and with a strong palm wind, he blocked the coming momentum of the poisonous bees.

Only Zhao Wuqiang was still slow, holding the chopsticks, and with a stroke of his hand into the air, he had clamped the poisonous bees that flew in, and with a slight clamp, the poisonous bees broke at the waist, and then laughed.

Seeing that Zhao Wuqiang easily clamped the poisonous bee, like a vegetable, the child said in his heart: "This thing is good, but you can learn it." ”

At this time, I saw that the old Taoist and the monk had already got up and left their seats, dancing their palms, and forcing the poisonous bees to retreat.

Liu Gang roared, waved his hand to his companions, and said, "Everyone, I want Zhao Wuqiang to pay for the life of my poisonous bee." ”

The other five men in black picked up their blades and followed Liu Gang to Zhao Wuqiang, surrounding Zhao Wuqiang.

Zhao Wuqiang was not in a hurry, his feet were a little, he rose to the sky, the blades of the six people were empty, Zhao Wuqiang was already sitting on the top of the roof beam, holding a glass of wine in his left hand, holding a chicken leg in his right hand, gnawing casually.

The child snorted and muttered to himself: "This Zhao Wuqiang is very good, I don't know if he is willing to teach me martial arts, father! Mother, your second elder bless the child, find a master, learn martial arts, so as to avenge your second elder!"

Suddenly, there was an ouch that woke him up.

It turned out that the old way swept the poisonous bees to the ground with a broom.

The monk was busy dealing with the other poisonous bees, but he didn't expect the poisonous bees to fly up from the ground again, and stung his head behind the monk, and the monk only felt a slight numbness, and he didn't care, but he didn't know that the pain was caused by the numbness, and he finally fell to the ground and screamed.

When the child saw it, his face turned blue with fright.

When Zhao Wuqiang and the six black-clothed men were staring at the underground monks, Lao Dao waved the cloud broom in his hand to force back the poisonous bees, glanced at everyone in the field, and then jumped behind the tea shop with his feet a little bit, and jumped behind the tea shop through the window.

Zhao Wuqiang sighed softly. Liu Gang turned his head suddenly, made contact with Zhao Wuqiang's eyes, scanned the field alertly, and shouted urgently: "Miscellaneous Mao has taken away the Shenlong Jue, chase quickly!"

As soon as the words fell, the people had chased through the window, and the other five big men also followed with a roar, and the poisonous bees hovering in the air also flew away when they heard the sound.

Zhao Wuqiang saw that everyone had left one after another, jumped off the beam, and was about to leave, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the child cowering and hiding aside, and said casually: "You also go quickly, don't try to steal food." ”

After that, without waiting for the child to answer, he had already risen up, and in the blink of an eye, he had disappeared without a trace.

The child looked at his departed back and exclaimed "Phew!" in disgust. sighed, and said neadly: "You can steal it......

As soon as the shopkeeper heard about stealing food, he crawled out from under the table in the corner, saw the silver ingot on the table, grinned, smiled, rushed to the table, picked up the silver ingot, and put it in his arms.

As soon as he looked back and saw that he hadn't left yet, he waved his hand and said, "Come here, little Hanako, pack up the rest!"

His stomach was already gurgling, seeing that this cadre was eating and drinking, he wanted to pick up something to fill his hunger later, but when Zhao Wuqiang was leaving, he couldn't help but feel angry, and said in his heart: "Hmph! What are you Zhao Wuqiang's martial arts and spirit?"

It turned out that this child was Wang Yumeng, who was wandering around and begging.

As soon as Wang Yumeng thought of home, he aroused infinite grief, and unconsciously tears burst out of his eyes.

But then he wiped his tears with the back of his hand, and a resolute and unyielding look appeared on his face, and he stood up before leaving.

Hearing the shopkeeper's shout, he turned around, silently took the leftovers aside, devoured a full meal, and then walked out of the tea shop.

At this time, after the rain, the sky was clear, and it was already dusk.

Wang Yumeng got out of the tea shop and walked down the official road step by step.

As Wang Yumeng walked, he thought about the people he saw in the tea shop, the Taoist priest, the monk, the man named Zhao Wuqiang, the man in black, he didn't know what they were doing, but he only felt that these people were not ordinary.

It was getting dark.

Wang Yumeng saw from a distance the mountainside in front of him, faintly revealing the courtyard wall of the temple.

So, he stepped up and wanted to rush to the monastery to rest.

When Wang Yumeng panted and climbed up the mountainside, he saw that he was about to reach the gate of the temple.

Suddenly, a dark shadow was squirming on the side of the road, and he let out a frightened cry and hurriedly retreated.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a middle-aged man covered in blood who fell on the side of the road.

Wang Yumeng slowly moved two steps forward and asked softly, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Yumeng gently took a few steps closer and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, are you hurt?"

The uncle slowly raised his head, looked at him weakly, and struggled to get up.

Wang Yumeng looked at it, snorted, turned around and left, and said while feeding: "Zhao Wuqiang! Just now he teased me with words. ”

But he hadn't walked a few steps before he heard a plop behind him, thinking that Zhao Wuqiang was struggling to get up, and he was unable to fall, and at the same time there was a painful moan.

Wang Yumeng involuntarily stopped and turned around, looked at Zhao Wuqiang, and secretly thought: "This Zhao Wuqiang didn't bully me! Why do I hate him? Why don't you just say a word about me, not to mention what kind of hero will you be after seeing death and not saving you, how can you be chivalrous and righteous?"

Wang Yumeng thought about it like this, and was very ashamed in his heart, and hurried over with apologies, and said, "Uncle, can I help you go to the temple to rest for a while?"

Zhao Wuqiang hummed slightly, Wang Yumeng helped him up with difficulty, staggered into the temple, and helped him lie down slowly in front of the temple door.

Zhao Wuqiang snorted endlessly, and after a while, he laboriously spit out a water word.

Wang Yumeng knew that he wanted water to drink, so he immediately ran into the temple, found a bowl of water, held his head with one hand, and fed him with water with the other.

Zhao Wuqiang took a sip, looked at his waist again, and said weakly: "Medicine ......"

Wang Yumeng hurriedly took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, poured out three or four pills, stuffed them into Zhao Wuqiang's mouth, picked up the water again, fed him and drank it, helped him lie down, and sat on the side, silent.

After the tea time, Zhao Wuqiang seemed to have recovered a lot, looked up at Wang Yumeng, and asked slowly: "Are you from the beggar gang, what's your name?"

When Wang Yumeng heard this, he couldn't help pouting and replied: "My name is Huazi, but I didn't join the beggar gang." ”

Zhao Wuqiang looked at him suspiciously, thinking that it was really strange, he was calling Hanako and not helping? He asked strangely: "When you were about to help me just now, why did you turn around and leave, and curse something? After a while, you came to help me again, why?"

Wang Yumeng replied in a low voice but forcefully: "I originally resented you for mocking me just now, but then I came back when I thought that it was not in line with chivalry to see death and not save me!"

Zhao Wuqiang heard him say this, and said in his heart: "You can't hurt your mouth in the future, this kid's self-esteem is quite strong." ”

Then he asked, "What is your name, and why did you become a beggar?"

Wang Yumeng gloomily described his experience of becoming a beggar, except for his family background, the rest was briefly said, and when he said that he was bullied by the beggar gang and it was not easy to even pay for food, he was even more indignant.

Zhao Wuqiang said: "This beggar gang has three sects and nine streams, and it is inevitable that there will be some stinky fish and rotten shrimp." ”

Then, Zhao Wuqiang seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said, "You sit down, I have something to say." ”

Wang Yumeng sat back beside Zhao Wuqiang and listened to him sigh: "I am a dying person, there is something for me, are you willing to help me? It is a very responsible and dangerous thing." Alas, if you don't agree, I won't force it. ”

Wang Yumeng asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Wuqiang said: "You can tell you only if you agree." ”

Wang Yumeng thought for a moment and said resolutely: "As long as you don't do evil, I am willing to risk my life to fulfill this wish for you." ”

Zhao Wuqiang's bloodstained face showed a comforting smile.

It turned out that Zhao Wuqiang was Zhao Wuqiang, one of the three elders of Xuanqi Gate, and his eldest brother Zhao Wusheng was the current master.

At this time, Zhao Wuqiang knew that his injuries were serious, there was no hope for life, and he was in danger, so he could only pin his hopes on this child, and he took out an old yellowed silk handkerchief from his arms with great difficulty.

He held the old yellowish silk in his hand, sighed faintly, and stared at Wang Yumeng with a pair of distracted eyes.

After a while, he handed him the fine silk.

With a very solemn expression, he said: "Child, listen to me, don't ignore this old silk handkerchief, it is the 'Divine Dragon Formula' that attracts the attention of the rivers and lakes, I believe in you, and now I will hand it over to you, this is also our fate!"