The sky was still dark and dreary, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Feng Heng sat under the eaves of a shop with a broken bowl in his arms, looking so miserable, and a few unknown trees in front of him were like monsters with teeth and claws in the dark night, and the raindrops hit the leaves and made a swishing sound like a terrible roar.

The rain flowed down the eaves, fell to the ground and splashed again, wetting all his clothes, he naturally didn't have so much magic to steam the water vapor one by one, and he didn't have that mood now, fortunately, he still had a little cultivation, but he wouldn't get sick from this cold.

Feng Heng took out the jade pendant around his neck again, and missed his mother more and more in his heart, people always recall those beautiful times when they are lonely and sad, Feng Heng seemed to see the loving smiling face of Spruce again, but then he thought of Feng Yuan's ruthless back and Tang Zhong's cold eyes.

One day he will definitely make those who have hurt him pay enough price! Feng Heng calmed his mind, and threw all the cowardly thoughts of remembering the past in his heart out of his mind, he didn't need them, what he needed was the heart of a strong man!

Although the long night is cold, it will eventually pass, Feng Heng looked at the gradually clear sky, his mind was more determined, one day he would inevitably be looked up to like the sun in the sky, this is his belief!

The rain gradually stopped, and the number of pedestrians began to increase, and most of them were still busy and mediocre about their lives, and no one noticed that there was another 10-year-old beggar on the street.

"Big... Great..."Feng Heng tried to learn from the old beggar to shout, but suddenly found that these words were too difficult to utter.

"Big brother... Big brother and big sister, give me something to eat.....yes....I..."

Feng Heng shouted halfway, and suddenly saw two girls coming over, and immediately stopped talking.

"Hee-hee... Look at the beggar. ”

The two girls are probably in their teens, one of them is pointing at Feng Heng for a while, and the other should be older, "Don't point around, be careful that he comes to you!"

The young girl hurriedly stopped talking when she heard this, and the two of them talked and laughed again.

Feng Heng swallowed his saliva, his face flushed, he is now gradually sensible, and he also has some ignorant concepts about men and women, at least he will be shy when he sees beautiful girls.

"Big... Big brother and sister, give me something to eat!" After the two girls walked away, Feng Hengcai began to shout timidly.

There were a lot of people on the street, but no one paid attention to him, Mo said that he was eating, and few people even looked at him, seeing that it was noon, Feng Heng was so hungry that he was growling, but there was still nothing in the broken bowl in front of him.

Feng Heng looked at the sky, thinking that it would not work if it went on like this, so he simply grabbed a handful of mud on the ground and wiped it on his face, thinking that no one would be able to recognize it in this way, so it was not himself who asked for food but another person, and his ability to transfer his spirit was much stronger than others.

"Big brother and sister, give me something to eat, I've been hungry for days..."

The sound of "clang" sounded so pleasant, and Feng Heng's broken bowl finally had an extra copper plate.

"Thank you... Thank you!" Feng Heng hurriedly thanked him, but his head kept low, he didn't want to see that person, and he only thought that it was not himself who was asking for food now.

I don't know if the copper plate in the broken bowl brought me good luck or my own shape really moved passers-by, but I saw that the copper plate in the bowl gradually increased, although this money is insignificant, but it is enough to buy a few steamed buns.

When he returned to the broken temple with a few steamed buns, the old beggar was still asleep, Feng Heng sat down and put the two steamed buns into the broken bowl, and the old beggar jumped up directly under his buttocks as if he had a spring, grabbed one and gnawed it up.

Feng Heng gave him a startle, daring to love that this old beggar was pretending to be asleep.

"Yes, yes, you can have this result on the first day, it seems that your kid is still very savvy. ”

Feng Heng shook his head speechlessly, "Now that the meal has been eaten, you can teach me, right?"

"Don't worry, come, take a sip of wine first!"

The old beggar handed over the gourd with a calm face, Feng Heng subconsciously wanted to pick it up, and suddenly remembered the things in the gourd, and quickly withdrew his hand, "I don't drink horse urine!"

"Haha!" the old beggar choked out the steamed buns when he heard this, and said with a smile: "You kid really has a pair of clumsy eyes." ”

Feng Heng snorted angrily, but did not answer.

"Do you even drink?"

Feng Heng saw that the old beggar's face was a little serious, and he reluctantly took it, but when he smelled the pungent fishy smell, he immediately felt that he couldn't drink it, so he only took the gourd with a bitter face and looked left and right.

"Drink!" the old beggar suddenly snorted, as if giving an order.

Hearing this, Feng Heng simply held his breath, lifted the gourd and took a big sip, and then a nauseous feeling rose straight up from his stomach, causing him to almost vomit.

The old beggar laughed and snatched the gourd away, and said with a smile: "From now on, take a sip every day, of course, if you can't eat, you won't have to drink." ”

Feng Heng still held his hand to his throat and stuck out his tongue for a while, and hurriedly stuffed a piece of steamed bun to take away the taste in his mouth, thinking that I would rather never forget it.

"Show me what you've learned. The old beggar said as he ate.

Feng Heng saw that the old beggar's face had returned to seriousness, put down the steamed bun, walked to the side and began to practice.

He played a set of palm techniques that he learned in the Feng family before, called Kaishan Palm, the origin of this set of palm techniques is impossible to verify, but the popularity rate in the Haoyang Continent is extremely high, and it is generally used as an entry martial art for disciples in the early stage of body refining.

This opening of the mountain is called the opening of the mountain, it is about an indomitable momentum, but it also implies ingenuity, in addition to being able to fight the enemy, it is more to exercise the disciple's control of strength, if it can be retracted and released freely, it is also quite powerful to use against the enemy, of course, this is only for people in his realm.

Feng Heng's face was full of serious looks, and he was very vigorous, he deliberately let the old beggar point out, and naturally showed what he had learned without concealment.

"Stop, stop, what the hell is this hitting, it really affects the appetite!"

Unexpectedly, he had just beaten half of the old beggar on the side, but shouted impatiently.

Feng Heng had to stop when he heard this, he was a little annoyed in his heart, he was confident that his palm technique was still good, at least much better than many people in the Feng family.

"What do you mean?" Feng Heng said unbalancedly in his heart.

"What do you mean? Hmph, do you think you're playing well?" said the old beggar with a sarcastic expression.

"You...!Then how do you say you want to fight?" Feng Hengqiang held back his anger, thinking that he was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as you, but at this moment he still felt that the old beggar was picking bones in eggs.

"Hmph!" the old beggar snorted disdainfully, and with a flick of his fingers, he saw a piece of steamed bread in his hand shoot out like a bullet.

"Boom!" Feng Heng followed the steamed bun all the way, and saw that the half of the stone statue outside the temple was immediately blown into powder, and Feng Heng could directly stuff a whole steamed bun into his mouth, looking at everything in front of him dumbfounded, before he thought that although this old beggar was powerful, his realm was probably limited, but now he was deeply shocked by his strength.

Although his realm is low, his perception is far higher than that of ordinary people, just now he can clearly feel that there is a vigorous and deep breath on that piece of steamed bun, this breath is different from the power of the elements, Feng Heng thinks that this should be the so-called Yuan Force.

"Knock!" Feng Heng knelt down directly and bowed his hand to the old beggar: "Before, the kid had eyes and didn't know Mount Tai, and asked the seniors to take me as an apprentice!"

"Hehe, you kid is clever....get up!," said the old beggar with a smile on his face again.

"Did the seniors promise to accept me?" Feng Heng didn't get up, now it's rare to meet a master, so naturally he can't let it go easily.

The old beggar nodded slightly, Feng Heng thanked him with joy before getting up, and the old beggar said again: "Don't be happy too early, I promised to accept you, but I can also regret it at any time, and you don't expect me to accept you unconditionally." ”

Feng Heng naturally understood what the old beggar meant, and hurriedly said: "Master don't worry, I will definitely work hard to cultivate, and I will never let you down!"

The old beggar smiled, "Then you can continue to punch you, I won't stop if I don't say stop!"

"Didn't the master say that I can't fight? Otherwise, you will instruct me to fight first?" Feng Heng immediately changed his title, so he naturally followed him.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to hit you, you will fight, remember, I won't stop if I don't say stop!" The old beggar grabbed the steamed bun again and began to gnaw on it, saying impatiently.

"Oh. Feng Heng responded stupidly, although he didn't understand his intentions, but he still fought according to his orders.

The old beggar watched while eating, but there was always a gloating smile on the corner of his mouth, and Feng Heng beat over and over again, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach while being tired.

"Keep fighting, don't stop!" Feng Heng was just about to stop when he heard the old beggar's angry shouting, so he had to endure and continue fighting.

However, the stomach was getting more and more uncomfortable, and Feng Heng didn't dare to stop, so he had to say while fighting: "Master... I... I want to go to the latrine!"

"Don't go! Hit me ten more times!" the old beggar looked completely unkind.

Feng Heng had to continue, his face turned red, and after beating a few times, he couldn't help it, and hurriedly said, "Master... I... I'm really..."

"Bear with me! If you go now, don't come back again!" said the old beggar with a majesty, and there was no room for rebuttal.

Feng Heng clenched his teeth, and he finished beating ten times, but the last few palms were completely out of shape, and the old beggar didn't blame him, he smiled and was about to speak, when he saw Feng Heng squatting down.

The old beggar jumped up in surprise and shouted, "If you dare to be in... Ah, you stinky boy, I can't spare you!" After speaking, he threw away half of the steamed bun in his hand, and hurriedly covered his nose and ran out.