Luo Sangongzi took back the stick, still not in a hurry, out of breath, knowing in his heart that he had won the game, he proudly pointed at the spirit baby with the stick, and smiled contemptuously,

"Do you want to beg for mercy? Kowtow and let you go--still fight?"

"If you kill me, I can kowtow—it's impossible!" Lingwa said firmly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"He's M, then let you taste the stick! Let's see if you're hard, or if I'm hard--?"

After speaking, an arrow stepped forward, and raised a stick to hit Lingwa with another slam of head and face.

Lingwa has been messed up, dancing with two broken sticks, covering the upper and lower blocks, and the mission is parrying, but the strength of your one hand, where can the enemy attack with the opponent's hands, and the original strength is several times that of the other party, this time, it is on the legs, on the hands, and a few heavy hits, the muscles and bones of the straight hit are sore, numb, and do not listen to the call,

Finally, it didn't last long, the short stick was beaten away by the other party, and Lingwa simply lay on the ground, holding her head and shouting,

"Shoot me, kill me!"

Seeing Lingwa lying on the ground with her head in her hands, no longer fighting, and thunderous cheers around her, the soldiers all raised their hands and shouted,

"Childe wins, Childe wins--kill him, kill him-!"

The third prince also put a fairy to guide the way, heroic and chic, as if he was still unfinished, seeing Lingwa lying on the ground, he also retracted the frame, pointed at Lingwa's back with a stick and said,

"Okay, it's you kid who is looking for a beating! Lao Tzu only hits you three times, it's up to you to live or die! The first time, let you know how to treat the master? The second time, let you know what you are? The third time, let your boy have a long memory!"

After speaking, he was about to hit Lingwa's back with a stick, when suddenly, a fist-sized stone flew from nowhere, and with a muffled sound, it hit his back, and the stone was broken in half and fell to the side.

The stick that had just been raised was immediately put down, covered his back with his backhand, gritted his teeth in pain and turned around to look, his eyes were extremely fierce, and the large group of people behind him couldn't help but retreat.

"Who would have beaten him? Who would have dared to beat Lao Tzu? Stand up for Lao Tzu and see if Lao Tzu doesn't peel off your skin-"

The people in the back, all with innocent looks, look at me, I look at you, no one knows? No one saw where the stone flew from?

"It must be your accomplice! Hmph, dare to beat Lao Tzu - Lao Tzu will beat you!"

The third prince turned around in a very angry manner and raised his stick again, and was about to smash it down like a vengeance, when another stone banged and hit his back, and it was strange that the two stones hit the same place?

The stick was lowered again, and the people around them started talking about it, and the soldiers rushed into the crowd to find out who threw the stone? Everywhere they were shouting, it's not me! It's not me!

He looked at the spirit baby lying in front of him, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself, there must be some master behind him who is helping him in secret? Now that I am in the light, he is in the dark, and if he continues to fight, it will not be good for me!

So he threw the stick to the side, covered his back with his backhand, gritted his teeth and waved at the soldiers, shouting,

"Forget it, go home first! I'll clean you up another day! I'll see—huh!"

Then, bowing his waist and enduring the pain, he walked to his horse, and with the help of the soldiers, picked up the horse, and walked towards the center of the city.

When the soldiers heard the order, they came out of the crowd one after another, led their horses, cooed, and followed closely behind.

Lingwa was lying on the ground, holding her head and gritting her teeth, waiting for the stick to fall! But after waiting for a long time, the other party didn't drop it? When she heard that she was hit by a stone, she felt strange? He didn't know who was throwing stones to help him?

And it was smashed twice in a row, and no one could see who threw it in nearly a thousand pairs of eyes? Even the soldiers on the city wall didn't know what was going on? Standing high, they didn't see anything?

Seeing that they were gone, farther and farther away, and could no longer hear the sound of horses' hooves, he slowly got up and sat on the ground, constantly rubbing the places where he had been beaten, and looked at the people around him in a daze.

The surrounding crowd also looked at him like a monster, and slowly dispersed, what should he do, the sun was also setting in the west, it was already afternoon!

In the "pig blood wang" stall not far in front of him, the stove is still on fire. The middle-aged boss felt that Lingwa had helped him, and he wanted to help him, but he was afraid that others would misunderstand him as an accomplice, and he threw the stone, so he couldn't finish the trouble another day!

The black-bearded old man who looked at Lingwa glanced at Lingwa, and did not step forward to help him, but did not say a word, straightened the bamboo basket on the ground, and then slowly went to clean up the mung beans that had been sprinkled on the ground!

He sat on the ground like a beggar, looked left and right, saw the old man in front of him, and thought, "You are amazing, you are really in trouble!"

He grabbed his messy hair, fluffy and covered in mud, and he couldn't care so much? He was still wondering who had saved his life? Thinking that if that kid came down with three sticks, the stick would be like an iron rod, much heavier than the one I used before, where would I be able to sit up now? I don't know if my life is still there?

Suddenly, I thought that it was not my master? But I thought it was unlikely? I thought that now I was in the psychic realm, not the yang realm, right? How did he know?

But who else could it be? After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of it.

At this time, an ox cart came in from the city gate, and Lingwa was in the middle of the road, and had to support herself to get up from the ground, although her hands and feet hurt, but fortunately, she could still stand up, barely able to walk, and it was not a big problem!

He slowly moved over to the old man, and sat down on the ground again!

After sitting for a long time, the old man didn't speak, he didn't speak, looking at the sun in the west, and his heart was lost and dazed for a while.

Where do I want to go now? Are I too embarrassed to go back to Luo Shuai's Mansion? Are I too embarrassed to go to his house and sleep in his bed? What should I do? Where should I go on this cold day and I am penniless?

After sitting for a long time, he slowly felt that the earth was cold and his ass was cold, and he couldn't help squatting. I saw the old man holding a large pile of mung beans into the bamboo basket, picking up the ground one by one, those small sesame mung beans spread all over the street, and many of them were still sandwiched in the cracks of the bluestone slabs.

So I couldn't help but reach out to help, thinking to myself, anyway, I was idle and at a loss, the old man was like a god, and pleasing him might be able to give me a little guidance?

The bazaar has dispersed, and it is almost time to close the city gates, the people living outside the city are lining up to leave the city, the citizens living in the city are also lining up to enter the city, and the boss who sells blood is also putting out the fire and burying the stove, ready to clean up the stall and leave!

There were still a few bowls of blood left, and while there was no one around, he quietly brought it to the small table on the side of the road, and said to the old man on the ground,

"Master Xiang, there are still two bowls left, you can help me deal with it!"

The old man looked up, shook his head, and pointed to the Lingwa next to him, and it happened that Lingwa also looked up and saw it, looking at the two of them puzzled, the boss smiled again,

"Oh, it's all there, it's all there, two bowls per person!

Seeing the boiled gray purple, steaming blood, sprinkled with a little green onion, bursts of fragrance rushed in, so that Lingwa suddenly starved, the previous fight memory was instantly diluted by this deliciousness, and it was poured into the mouth without being able to pick it up, and it could be swallowed without chewing at all, it seemed that it could also feel tender and delicious, and the aftertaste was long-

Lingwa's saliva went straight to her stomach, and she couldn't stand it when she looked greedy, so she had to hold back and continue to pick up mung beans on the ground.

"Eat, quick, quick, eat? Eat, boy—"

The boss whispered to him.

"I, I- I didn't bring any money!"

Lingwa replied to him embarrassedly.

"Hey, who wants your money? If you don't want money, give it to you, eat it—"

The boss looked anxious, and after speaking, he looked up and left and right!

"Quick, quick, quick! Don't let people see it's bad, after eating, I'll close the stall and leave, otherwise the city gate will be closed in a while!"

When Lingwa heard that it was free, she was overjoyed, and her stomach was rumbling, but she didn't quite believe it, and glanced at the boss, saw that the other party was sincere, and was urging him to eat, so she put down the mung beans, clapped her hands, picked up a bowl and poured it into her mouth.

The warm, soft blood is full of warmth, accompanied by the fragrance that slid into the stomach, and it was very warm and comfortable. He ate all two bowls of himself in one go! Then he added the edge of the bowl, handed the bowl to the boss, and kept saying thank you, thank you!

"Master Xiang, quick, quick, it's your turn!

The boss urged the old man, and the old man waved his hand again, but there was no squeak.

"If you don't want to eat it, then give it all to this young man?"

"No, no, no! I'm enough, enough-" Lingwa hurriedly waved her hand, thinking to herself, you are almost a god, where do I dare to grab food from you!

"If you are told to eat, you will eat! You are still like a man, and you can still do something?"

The old man finally spat out a sentence coldly! Still buried in picking up beans, he didn't look at him.

When Lingwa heard this, she looked at the two big guys again, and thought to herself, if you want to talk about eating, don't talk about your two small bowls, it is estimated that it will be difficult to fill your stomach with ten bowls! Since you all tell me to eat, if I don't eat anymore, I don't know how to lift, anyway, I haven't landed dinner yet?

So he picked up the two bowls, tilted his neck, ate again, then wiped his mouth, handed the bowl to the boss, and thanked him a thousand times.

The boss cleaned up, picked up the tools with a guy, and the two of them walked away slowly. Only Lingwa and the old man with the black beard were still buried in the same place to pick up beans.

After drinking four bowls of blood, Lingwa's whole body was hot, as if she was waking up blood, she was full of energy, and the sticks on her body and the whip marks on her face didn't seem to hurt much?

The beans were only half picked, and seeing that it was getting dark, the old man seemed to be going out of the city to go home, and when he saw that the time was not early, he slowly stood up and said to Lingwa,

"I told you to leave a long time ago, why don't you leave?

"Master, you've seen it all—you've figured it all out—where else can I go now?" Lingwa looked up at him with a dejected expression.

"Forget it, forget it, don't pick it up, don't pick it up, don't pick it up—"

The old man waved his hand and said impatiently,

"Where are you going? What's my business? I'm going home, who cares about you?"

Lingwa was speechless after hearing this, but still buried her head on the ground to pick it up. It's not dark yet, I can still see clearly, look at the ground, there are so many mung beans in the cracks of the stones, I thought, if you don't want it, I will pick it up and ask for it myself, put it in my pocket, and there will always be chewing when I am hungry!

The old man ignored him, packed up the package himself, took off the cloth sails, folded them and put them together in a basket with half a basket of mung beans.

Lingwa turned her head to look at him from time to time, and kept throwing the beans she picked up into his basket, saying,

"Wait, and, and-"

At this time, I saw the old man squatting next to the small table, with a serious face, glanced at the back of the squatting Lingwa, closed his eyes slightly, and said a few words silently, and suddenly slapped it hard at the small table, and scolded fiercely,

"Don't go yet!"

As soon as the list fell, an unexpected scene suddenly happened, only to see two birds folded with bamboo chips on the table, full of wings in the blink of an eye, spreading their wings and taking off, plopping, plopping, all rising into the air, flying towards a few old trees under the root of the city wall!

Lingwa turned her head just in time to see the bird take off, and in a blink of an eye, she could see the leaves shaking, and she was stunned and convulsed!

Looking back at the old man again, he was not surprised, as if nothing had happened, continued to clean up the table, carried the cloth, and then locked the small table with a small iron chain to the wooden stake next to it, and finally carried the bamboo basket, and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Lingwa had an idea in her head, and quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed and shouted,

"Master, master! The villain has no eyes and does not know the real person-master, please forgive me, accept me! I will go with you-"

The old man ignored his actions, still looking bored, pointing at Lingwa and scolding fiercely,

"How can I scold you, you won't leave? This life is irretrievable, it's over, it's over, it's over, someone must have broken your brain-"

After speaking, he bypassed the spirit baby and continued to stride towards the south city gate.

At this time, the people around him were no longer strangers to Lingwa, seeing him kneeling down and worshiping the old man, some idlers couldn't help but come around to see, of course Lingwa couldn't take care of these people, got up, chased the old man, and went out of the south gate together, and followed the old man behind him-