Chapter 37: Reduced to a beggar

The horse team left, Chifeng looked up to the sky and sighed, his face was completely changed, his cultivation was completely lost, his hair was unkempt, and his clothes were not wrapped, even Lie Rongzhu might not believe that he was Chifeng, let alone others. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Chifeng took out the little blue snake from his arms: "I'm really at the end of the mountain, can you help me?"

The little blue snake lowered its head vigorously, trying to avoid Chifeng's gaze. Chifeng smiled bitterly: "It seems that you have no choice but to resign yourself to fate." ”

He looked up at the place where the horse team was running, and stroked the cooing belly: "No matter what, you have to fill your stomach first, it's been more than half a month, and you haven't eaten a bite of fireworks in the world, so it's time to let it enjoy it." ”

Chifeng walked along the road with a crutch and a broken leg, and when the moon was full, he walked into a town. It was late at night, the streets were empty, and the town was unusually silent.

"Dude, it looks like I'm going to grieve you for another night. Chifeng touched his hungry stomach and looked helpless: "I can only wait until dawn to find delicious food and wait for you." ”

The night wind was severe, Chifeng pulled the placket of his torn clothes, hid under the gatehouse of the family, leaned on his body, and lay on the spot. Because of excessive fatigue, my head touched the ground, and I fell asleep soundly.

The morning glow is like a brocade, the sun is rising in the east, and the sound of opening the door wakes Chifeng up. He was about to turn to look at the man who was opening the door when a big foot kicked him hard in the back and kicked him into the middle of the street.

"Your grandmother, if you dare to sleep downstairs at night at my house, Lao Tzu will chop you alive called Hanako. Roll out, as far as you want, and don't let me see you around here. "A man with five big and three rough faces, full of flesh, like a fierce god.

Chifeng felt that his waist was about to be kicked and broken, and he barely got up with a wooden stick, and was furious: "Why did your grandmother kick the master? Do you know who the master is?"

"You're a fucking fairy and a demon, and Lao Tzu will clean you up as well. The man shook his shoulders, came to Chifeng with a sneer, and raised his hand to fan Chifeng's face.

Chifeng only felt a sharp pain hit him, his head slammed, and his body was also driven by the force of the man's slap, spun around for half a circle, and fell out of three steps.

The man didn't let anyone pay attention, rushed forward again, stepped on Chifeng's head under his feet, and sneered: "You stinky Huazi, such a big shelf, and you dare to call yourself a master, see if I don't kill you today." ”

"Ah Qi, what are you angry with a stinky begging person? Go, accompany me to the Flying Dragon Castle. A middle-aged man wearing brocade, fat head and big ears glanced at Chifeng obliquely and turned to leave.

"Yes, I'll be right here. The man known as Ah Qi nodded with a smiling face, and when the middle-aged man turned his head, he kicked Chifeng again: "You stinky and begging for food, count yourself lucky today, Uncle Li spoke, or else, hum." ”

"Grandma's, when the master practices back to cultivation, the first one will clean you up. "This generalissimo who commands the three armies has his lungs blown up.

"Hey, who are you? A ragged, unkempt beggar handed a piece of cassava to Chifeng's eyes.

Cassava, the same food that fills the stomach and does not starve to death. Chifeng snatched the cassava from the beggar and gobbled it up. When he swallowed the last bite, he put his hand on the beggar again: "Is there anything else?"

"You are big, this is also what I asked for yesterday, I was not willing to eat, I didn't expect you to be cheaper. The beggar teased, and then asked softly, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen you before, are you new?"

Chifeng ate a piece of cassava, and his spirit was a little better, and he nodded at the little beggar: "I'm new here." He turned his head to look at Ah Qi's back: "What kind of place is this? Who is Ah Qi who hit me just now? Who is Uncle Li? Also, what's going on with Feilong Castle? Who are you?"

The little beggar grinned: "You have so many questions, can't you ask the same questions?"

The little beggar told Chifeng that this town is called Feilongji, and it is neither big nor small. Because the Flying Dragon Set is located in the depths of the mountains, the raging war has not had much impact on the Flying Dragon Collection.

Ah Qi, who fought Chifeng just now, is Uncle Li's house slave, and Uncle Li is the leader of the Flying Dragon Ji Li clan. Feilong Castle is a sect of cultivation, which is very good, and its disciples are all over the world. But now it has declined, and the disciples are no more than hundreds.

The little beggar also told Chifeng that his name was Hua, and he was an orphan who begged all day long for a living.

After he said all this, he looked at Chifeng with a smile: "Who are you?

Chifeng smiled slightly: "My name is Pu, and I am also an orphan, who wandered here." He didn't want to tell Birch his true identity.

Hua believed Chifeng's words very much, in this era, there were too many orphans without father and mother, there was no need to doubt it. He looked at the sky, stood up, clapped his hands and said, "Park, if you want to live, go beg with me for food, I am familiar with this area." ”

Chifeng didn't hesitate, and stood up with a wooden stick: "Okay, let's go, let's find something to eat." Chifeng knew that only by saving his life first could he practice again, otherwise, the resentment in his heart would never be able to vent.

He limped behind Hua with a stick, and stretched out his dirty hand to passers-by and street food stalls. When passing by a bun shop, Chifeng swallowed his saliva: "Boss, will you enjoy a bun?"

"You are a dead man, do you want to reward you with two slaps? Get out, don't delay your uncle's business." The owner of the bun shop scolded viciously.

"Let's go. Hua pulled the corner of Chifeng's clothes and whispered: "This person is very fierce, don't provoke him." ”

Chifeng looked at the vicious steamed bun shop owner, holding a wooden stick, dragging his crippled leg, and followed Hua to another house.

"You're so interesting. Hua took Chifeng back to a shabby hut, and while putting the loot he had begged for a day in front of him, he looked at Chifeng: "When we begged, we all said that we would give alms, but you said that we would reward you." Wasn't you a beggar before, but the child of a rich family?"

"Hmph, if I were a child of a rich family, would I beg for food? I just want to elevate the identity of that wicked person and beg for a bun to eat. Chifeng smashed his mouth: "That white bun is delicious when you think about it." ”

Chifeng didn't expect that Hua's mind would be so meticulous, and a word of appreciation made him doubt himself. What kind of person is he? Chifeng secretly speculated.

"Today's harvest is good, let's eat. Hua didn't care about Chifeng's words, picked up half a steamed bun and handed it to Chifeng: "This is for you, you have a leg injury." ”

Chifeng took the steamed bun, looked at the birch, broke half of the steamed bun from the middle, left it for himself, and handed the other half to the birch: "One person and half, not biased." ”

Hua took the steamed bun and shed tears like a girl: "You, you are really like my dead brother." ”

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