The two monks in charge of distributing porridge in Shangde Temple were overwhelmed by Wen Moqing, who suddenly broke in, and looked at the beggars bending down to grab the money in shock. This good porridge will be distributed by the two masters in the next generation. ”

The two monks were unwilling to let the people in the world do this good deed, but under Wen Moqing's gaze, invisible pressure shrouded their bodies, their faces turned pale, one of the fat monks couldn't help but lose his principles and took a half step back, and his companions knew that this matter could not be changed, so they had to sigh and nod helplessly, and Wen Moqing was in charge of the porridge bucket and iron spoon on the table.

There are a lot of beggars waiting for good porridge this day, Yan Liwu's eyes are sour, and he didn't find anyone unusual, and when those beggars snatched all the copper plates that could be grabbed, they went to the good porridge, and then Yan Liwu found that the two monks had been replaced by Wen Moqing, and they gave soup there seriously.

"Physically strong, disease-free, obviously to protect the family and defend the country, what are you doing here beggar?"

"Seeing that you are not very old, your eyes are very shrewd, what do you have a plan to do business that is not good, do you have to come here to bargain?"

"If you want to pretend to be a beggar and drink porridge, first take off the clean middle coat inside."

"This porridge is drunk by a poor beggar, and it is not given to the ruffians and hooligans."

Yan Liwu and Bi Xiao watched from the side for a while, less than half of the one hundred and eighty people successfully made Deshan porridge leave, and the rest were either exposed by Wen Moqing to cheat and cheat and drink the essence of shame and run away or become angry and want to make trouble, wait for Wen Moqing to sneer, or lie on the ground and groan in pain, or be shocked by the momentum, in short, everyone can successfully get porridge to drink.

"Is he here to find someone or to smash the field?" Yan Li was a little crying and laughing, even Bi Xiao beside him was the same, helpless and couldn't help laughing.

"Senior brother usually hates those big men who have hands and feet but don't want to make progress, but it is the bloody men in the army like General Ye who can get a word or two of praise from him, maybe it is because the prince of Dingyuan was born in the army in his early years and passed on this courage to his senior brother."

It turned out that Wen Moqing's father, King Dingyuan, had joined the army, which was unexpected.

"Liwu, look at that person, probably he is the person we are looking for." Yan Liwu was still wandering, Bi Xiao suddenly pulled her sleeve, raised her chin slightly and pointed to a beggar with a hooked back in front of the porridge stall, "Senior brother has been watching him for a long time, and the beggar's eyes have been on the broken bowl on the top of the porridge bucket - the bowl belongs to the dead beggar, he said, his fellow will recognize this bowl." ”

It was not clear what the agreement was between the beggars, and how they could conclude that the master's words were worried by virtue of a broken bowl, but she clearly saw the glint in Wen Moqing's eyes, and the shallow curvature of the thin lips.

In fact, Wen Moqing also looks good when he smiles, but he always has a cold face, and it is too difficult to see him laugh.

In a trance, Wen Moqing had already returned the messy porridge stall to the two monks, and half-supported and half-held the beggar to Yan Liwu and Bi Xiao: "It's the person we are looking for." Find a safe place, there are many things to ask him. ”

Bi Xiao nodded and pointed in a direction casually: "There are a few inns on the other side of the river, and it is very convenient to cross the bridge from the front." ”

"Y-You're really a friend of the grassroots? Where did he go? The beggar trembled and looked frightened, and after asking, he saw that Wen Moqing and Bi Xiao were silent and refused to answer, and a moist suddenly appeared in his sunken eye sockets, "I'll just say...... I said I couldn't go with those people, but he didn't listen......"

Even beggars have friends, and they will be sad about the loss of their friends, but have those who hold power and constantly play with the situation have thought about it? One of their joking decisions can grieve many and cost many lives. Yan Liwu looked at the beggar and felt uncomfortable, and he didn't turn his head and didn't squeak, all he could do was to gently hold him and make him feel a little comforted as much as possible.

After Yan Liwu was robbed by Lian Song, Wen Moqing became more and more cautious about hiding her whereabouts, and found the most remote inn and let Bi Xiao stay outside the door before she was relieved, and sat opposite the beggar across the square table.

"The old grassroots has been in Anzhou for more than ten years, and we all came here to find a job in the early days, but because we were unfamiliar with the place of life, we accidentally provoked someone who shouldn't be messed with, and he broke an arm, and I ......" The beggar smiled bitterly, trembling and rubbing his eyes, "My body has not been good since then." The two of us didn't have the face to go back to our hometown, and slowly fell to the point of begging, he always allocated me the food he wanted when he was better, and the straw mat was also close to me when it was cold, all these years, if it wasn't for him, I would have become that lonely ghost......"

"Say something useful. Did he mention the Qinglian King to you before? Wen Moqing didn't want to listen to any tragic past, and was glared at fiercely by Yan Li.

The old beggar answered a few times in a row, took the tea handed by Yan Liwu and nodded gratefully: "The old grassroots told me before he left, he was afraid that something would happen this time, but the person who took him away had been kind to him, and he was afraid, so he insisted on going." But he kept an eye on me, and told me everything he knew, and said that if he didn't come back, he told me to hide as soon as possible, and that I wouldn't be able to tell those things unless I got his code. ”

"What did he tell you?" Wen Moqing's eyes flashed with luster and asked urgently.

"He said something strange, I don't understand it, and I don't know if you can understand it." The old beggar looked confused, paused, and wrung his fingers into the memory.

"One year, the emperor came to Anzhou City, just in time for me to be in bad health, so the old grassroots went to join in the fun alone. When he came back, he was very excited, and told me that he saw two fairies that looked exactly the same, and one of them smiled at him, and several of us laughed at him for wanting to eat swan meat. The last time someone came to ask the old grassroots, in the evening he came to ask me if I remember the two fairies, saying that one of them turned out to be a very powerful character, I wanted to laugh at him for not dying, but he suddenly cried...... I asked him what you were crying about, and he said that he had seen things that he shouldn't have seen, and he was afraid that he would not live long. Later, the old grassroots told me that if someone came to me with a password in the future, let me tell that person to go to Xiaoqingliang Temple, the ninth and seventh, there is a heavenly opportunity in it. I couldn't figure out what he meant, but then he really didn't come back, and after that, you came to me with his bowl. ”

The old beggar trembled and stroked the rice bowl in his arms, but finally couldn't help it, two lines of tears rolled down his dirty face, and the sobbing was sad.

Wen Moqing was silent for a long time, seeing that the old beggar no longer spoke, he called Xiao Er to serve a table of food, and took out a money bag full of broken silver and pushed it in front of the old beggar: "He has been buried, there is no pain, and he is very relieved." This money should be regarded as compensation for him, you take it back to your hometown and share it with his family, and don't stay in Anzhou City in the future - you have seen me, and the people who killed him will not let you go easily. ”

The old beggar nodded sluggishly, did not immediately reach out for the money bag, still holding the broken rice bowl and looked sad, Wen Moqing turned around and pulled Yan Liwu to leave the inn, silent all the way to the bustling market.

"Where are you going next?" Bi Xiao looked at the vast crowd of people, and she didn't know what Wen Moqing's plan was for the next step.

"Little Qingliang Temple." As usual, Wen Moqing's answer was succinct and crisp, "Let's see what the so-called ninth, seventh, and heavenly machines are." Bi Xiao, you don't have to go with us, the beggar will probably not leave Anzhou City, and when he finishes eating, you will personally send him out of the city, and you must not delay for a moment, this matter must not involve more deaths. ”

Bi Xiao nodded vigorously with a solemn expression, patted Yan Liwu on the shoulder, and then turned around and left, leaving only the two who were alone.

"To this day, I still can't tell if you're a good person or a bad person." When he was suffocated by the silence, he took the initiative to speak, trying to ease the relationship.

Wen Moqing didn't reply: "I never said that I was a good person." ”

"I never thought you were a good person, but sometimes you don't meet the standards of a bad person, at least giving money to people and urging them to leave a dangerous place is not something bad people should do." Wen Moqing walked a little fast, and he struggled to keep up, so he simply reached out and grabbed his sleeve, "I was still a little dissatisfied when you interrupted him about the past just now, but for the sake of your iron rooster plucking his feathers and helping each other, I am not an unreasonable person." ”

A chuckle suddenly came from the brisk walk, with a vague tone of disdain: "Who lost your temper with me yesterday?" You still have to learn for a few more years. ”

"It's clear that you're at fault in the first place. I can't mess with your precious sweetheart, can't I hide? Yan Liwu let go and frowned, "It's good that you can focus on business, and you can get tired of her as much as you want after I leave, in short, don't delay my time." ”

Before the words fell, Wen Moqing suddenly retracted, and his words were caught off guard against his back, and his nose was numb.

"I've never delayed anything for her since we met, and if it weren't for the fact that it had something to do with it, I wouldn't have been in touch with her at all. I don't understand what you're complaining about me, if you think I've done something wrong, you can confess, there's no need to hold it in your stomach and keep quiet, it's a lady's temper and something to run away, do you think I and Bi Xiao are very idle, and they have a lot of time to take care of you and comfort you every day? ”

The sudden cold tone made Yan Liwu frightened for a while, she couldn't tell if Wen Moqing was angry, after all, Helian Ming's annihilation was a hidden pain for him, and she was presumptuous and habitual, and once again unintentionally opened his wounds, and took it upon herself to buckle him with a hat of not doing his job.

In the final analysis, she still hasn't learned to be mature and steady, and she is still impulsive and willful, and he, after all, is not her person, and she is not qualified to restrain her.

Yan Liwu took a deep breath, looked up at the dilapidated temple at the end of the road, and walked a few steps to the front of Wen Moqing, against the sun after the snow, and looked back with a serious expression.

"For the sake of the people I care about, I will get rid of all my faults and shortcomings, and I will not rely on you for anything again, so this time it should be me to apologize to you - I'm sorry."