"Why are you again?"

"Boss, you can do it, give me a bun to eat, I haven't eaten in a few days!" A childish but slightly hoarse voice sounded.

"I don't have money and I still want to eat steamed buns, you stinky food, hurry up and get away, don't get in the way of my business!"

In the market of Jinhu Town, in the south of a small country called "Western Xia" in the east of the Chinese mainland, a skinny and tattered little boy about six or seven years old was begging in front of a steamed bun shop.

"Please, boss, just give me a bun!" the little boy continued to bend and beg.

"Hey, I said you're still energetic, aren't you? If you don't leave, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite!"

The owner of the bun shop walked out of the stall as he spoke, grabbed the little boy's clothes and pushed them out.

The poor little boy was too thin, and the owner of the bun shop lifted the little boy up like a chicken with one hand, and then pushed it out casually, and threw the little boy out of the street.

At this time, it was the cold winter wax moon, and in recent days, it has been snowing heavily, compared with the thick and warm cotton coat on the street, and the tattered clothes like rags on the little beggar's body, it suddenly looks out of place, attracting many different looks.

"Poof, poof!" The little boy spit out the snow that had eaten in his mouth, and got up from the snow with difficulty, not caring that his whole body was wet with snow and his clothes were broken, and his eyes were a little afraid to avoid the lively eyes of passers-by, and walked forward with his head buried in his head.

At this moment, a little boy who was nibbling on a hot corn cob in his hand and wrapped tightly in a thick and warm cotton coat was being led down the street by an adult.

"Mother, you see that person doesn't wear shoes, isn't he afraid of the cold?"

The little boy asked, pulling at the adult's clothes, tilting his head.

"Silly boy, how can a beggar be afraid of the cold? Hurry up and eat, and when you finish eating, your mother will cook dumplings for you to eat."

The little boy's mother glanced at the little beggar and whispered to her son beside her.

The little beggar's body trembled slightly, and he instantly felt some heat in his eyes.

He was not far from the mother and son, and the conversation between the mother and son just now pierced his heart like a pinprick.

Immediately, he buried his head deeply, and quickened his pace to run barefoot in the snow, but before he had taken a few steps, the little beggar found a pair of shoes embroidered with Ayara, and immediately came into view, and the little boy did not dare to raise his head, so he instinctively avoided the side.

"Do you want to eat steamed buns?" a playful childish voice entered the ear.

The little boy suddenly raised his head slightly stunned and looked at the person in front of him.

I saw a rich young master dressed in luxurious costumes and wearing a young master's hat, who looked magnificent, much taller than the little beggar, and a rich young master appeared in front of the little boy.

The little boy was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head and was about to leave. He was bullied by these rich young masters, and he felt scared from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, are you deaf? Our young master is asking you!" The little boy had barely taken two steps when he was blocked by the rich young master's entourage.

"The buns are not given for nothing, as long as you take three punches from me, I will reward you with ten buns, how about it?" said the rich young master proudly.

Hearing this, the little boy suddenly raised his head and looked at the rich young master. A hint of determination flashed in his black eyes, and he spoke. "What you say counts?"

"Of course Young Master Ben speaks!" said the rich young master with a proud face, and at the same time, a trace of purity flashed in his eyes.

"Come on!" said the little boy, patting the dust off his body, straightening his thin chest.

"Chasing the Wind Fist!" Before the words fell, the rich young master suddenly punched the little boy who had not reacted, and in an instant the little boy's chest flew out two meters away as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, lying on the ground motionless.

The little boy felt as if he couldn't breathe at this time, his chest hurt sharply, a lot of sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, and his little face became a little pale because of the pain.

After a little respite, the little boy got up from the snow and walked slowly towards the rich boy.

"One"

"Poof" didn't even finish the word of a punch, and the little boy was smashed out again, lying in the snow, and there was no movement for half a sound.

Immediately there was a round of applause.

"Young master, you are really amazing! Your wind-chasing fist has only been practiced for three days, and you have beaten this kid down with only two punches! If the master knew about it, he would definitely be overjoyed!" Several entourages beside the rich young master immediately danced and patted their ass.

"Haha! That's natural, my master but my father spent a lot of money to invite Daoist Xian Yu from the Yunshan Immortal Crane Temple to personally teach this young master's martial arts, which is naturally powerful. The rich young master suddenly felt the spring breeze on his face, and said a little carried away.

The movement here suddenly attracted many passers-by, and some of them recognized the rich young master in the field, and instantly shouted excitedly, "Isn't this the young master Murong of our Jinhu Town mayor's family, Murong Yun?"

As soon as everyone heard that it was the young master of the Murong family, the crowd of onlookers immediately clapped their ass, you must know that Jinhu Town can be said to be the world of the Murong family.

Murong De, the head of the family, is even rumored to have a relationship with the national teacher of the Western Xia Kingdom, but anyone who has dealings with the national teacher can be said to be an unhindered existence in the Western Xia Kingdom, let alone this small Jinhu Town.

"Oh! It turned out to be Young Master Murong! I have long been known for Young Master Murong's dignified appearance, young and promising, he will be the dragon and phoenix among people one day, and the little brother is really fortunate to see him today! I don't know if I have the honor to invite Morong Gongzi to go to the Drunken Moon Tower?"

A middle-aged man with a bloated appearance and a fat head and oily face actually bowed his head to a seven or eight-year-old child at this moment.

"Hahahaha, it's easy to say, it's easy to say!" Murong Yun enjoyed this feeling of being held by everyone like the stars.

"And one more punch"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Everyone looked for prestige, only to see that the little beggar who had fallen to the ground had somehow gotten up from the snow and walked into the crowd.

"Go, go, who has time to play here with you, a stinky beggar!" I saw that the fat-haired middle-aged man just now immediately scolded loudly, and finally had the opportunity to talk to the Murong family, how could he miss such an opportunity.

At this time, a trace of displeasure also flashed in Murong Yun's eyes, obviously he didn't expect this beggar to be able to get up, thinking of everyone's praise just now, he suddenly felt that his face was particularly faceless.

"There is one more punch, and you will give me ten steamed buns" The little boy raised his head at this moment, his face was full of dirt, but his eyes were indeed very determined to look at the rich young master in front of him, and said again.

"Hmph! If you want to die, then don't blame me for being rude!"

After finishing speaking, Murong Yun put on a luck start, and shouted "Chasing the Wind Fist!" and punched the little boy's body again, and there was no accident, and the little boy was sent flying out again.

Suddenly, the surroundings became very quiet.

Just when everyone was looking forward to seeing that the little boy couldn't get up, and then he was touting Murong Yun for a while.

"Ten steamed buns" saw that the little beggar suddenly disappointed everyone, and got up from the ground again.

The little beggar had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked at Murong Yun very resolutely and said.

"Give him ......! Hmph......" I saw that the rich young master finished speaking with a displeased face, then shook his sleeves and turned around and strode away.

"Phew!" and Murong Yun's entourage first spat at the little beggar, and then after throwing a broken piece of silver into the snow, he glared at the little beggar viciously, and immediately turned around and followed.

"Young Master Murong, Young Master Murong, wait for me!" I saw that the fat-haired man just now shouted loudly at this moment, and then chased after him.

The little boy was full of joy and quickly picked up the broken silver on the ground and immediately ran to the bun shop.

"Boss, I'm rich, give me buns!"

The little beggar's immature face was full of excitement at this time.

Holding the hot bun, the little boy immediately devoured it, his face was full of happiness, and he completely ignored the opinions of the people around him.

"Stinky beggar, I really don't know what to do, and I actually made Murong Gongzi angry! It's really infuriating!Phew!" Some people actually said and spat on the little boy at the same time.

The little boy didn't care at all, still eating the bun and walking barefoot to the front.

On the teahouse not far away, a rich daughter of a rich family who was about ten years old, with a slightly mature appearance and very delicate facial features, looked at everything below with a maid in the same costume.

"Miss...... What do you mean? You want me to give money to that stinky beggar? I heard you right!" the maid exclaimed in surprise.

"If you are told to go, you will go, why is there so much nonsense!" the daughter said to the maid with a slight anger.

"But!"

"But what is it, when did you become so powerful? It seems that I am usually too indulgent to you!"

"Oh...... Miss, I'll go," the maid pursed her lips and ran reluctantly towards the little boy.

"Hey...... stop me!"

The little beggar subconsciously turned his head to look, and his mouth was still full of a large mouthful of unswallowed buns.

"This is our lady's reward for you" The maid looked at the embarrassed little beggar in front of her with disdain, and threw him a money bag angrily. Then he immediately turned around and trotted away.

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, he looked at the money bag in his hand, swallowed the bun in his mouth, and looked at the teahouse where the little girl ran back just now, only to see a very beautiful girl on the second floor, who was smiling at him at this time, and then turned his head away, no longer looking at him.

In the palace of the Western Xia Dynasty

"Mama, is there any news?"

I saw a beautiful but slightly melancholy woman eagerly asked.

"Back to my mother, the spies wrote yesterday, but there is still no news"

"Also............ Still no news?" murmured the beautiful woman as if to herself, with a disappointed expression.

The beautiful woman is a popular concubine of the current king of Western Xia, Concubine Lian, seven years ago, on a thunderstorm night, she gave birth to a son with difficulty.

It was supposed to be a day for the whole country to celebrate, but because of a sentence from the national teacher, she suddenly fell into an ice cave.

It is rumored that the current national teacher is a profound immortal and is about to ascend to immortality, and the king of Western Xia has entered the national teacher's door and become his disciple.

The words of the national teacher are even more obedient, and now on the surface, the king of Western Xia is still the king of a country, but in fact, the entire court is under the full control of the national teacher behind the scenes. Today's king hopes to become an immortal like a demon, and he retreats all day long to practice and take the elixir, regardless of the government.

And the prince born by Concubine Lian seven years ago is also the only prince of the king of Western Xia, but because the national teacher predicted that this son was in the middle of the eyebrows, it was the birth of the lone star of the heavens, and he would kill his loved ones.

What was even more surprising was that the king ignored everyone's dissuasion that night, and immediately sent someone to forcibly send the prince out of the palace, abandoning the wilderness and leaving him to fend for himself.

Since then, Concubine Lian has been even more ill, and she washes her face with tears all day long.