On the high street, in an inconspicuous corner.

Two little boys in sloppy clothes and sallow faces sat on the ground. In front of them, two dusty bowls lay on the ground, and in them lay two or three copper coins. Both of them lowered their heads, and only when someone threw a copper coin into the bowl did they raise their heads feebly and thank the people.

Two years have almost worn away their blood. They always thought that their lives were ruined like this, ruined in the hands of the county magistrate who was greedy for life and afraid of death. Until that day, a man who was also a beggar came to this small town.

Strictly speaking, his identity is not the same as Qian Neng, and that person is actually a beggar disciple. His arrival also brought exciting news: the beggar gang is going to recruit new disciples!

After hearing this news, Qian Neng and Qian Hui finally saw a glimmer of hope! They are not willing to live the life of ordinary people, and if a man wants to live, he must live vigorously!

So, they looked forward to the day when they would recruit new disciples. They encouraged each other: we must both join the beggars!

Who has heard that the masters of the beggar gang are rampant among thousands of troops, and it is as easy as finding the enemy's head to get something!

Listen to who is humane, the beggar gang master can still sing loudly with one enemy and ten. They walk the rivers and lakes, debauchery, like a withered leaf in the world, they are really chic people!

And what Qian can and Qian Hui crave is such a free and easy life.

Less than half a month before the day the beggar gang recruited new disciples, the topic of the conversation between the two naturally revolved around the mysterious and great beggar gang.

Seeing a hint of expectation flashing on Qian Hui's sallow face, he pulled the tattered half sleeve of Qian Neng's shirt and asked, "Brother, you said that you want to be recruited into the beggar gang, what conditions should you have?"

"How would I know about such a thing," Qian Neng smiled and continued, "It probably depends on your talent." ”

After a pause, Qian Neng comforted: "It's okay, I think that with your kid's appearance, you will definitely be chosen!"

Indeed, although Qian Hui is still one year younger than Qian Neng, he is about an inch taller than Qian Neng. There is some truth to what money can say.

"Hmm. Qian Hui seemed to still have some confidence in herself, and after listening to Qian Neng's words, she couldn't help but nod. Subsequently, Qian Hui looked at Qian Neng, but she couldn't help but be a little worried about him.

After all, Qian Neng's height is not outstanding, and he is even a little short. As for the figure, how can you expect a beggar to be in good shape?

Qian Hui was thinking to herself, but suddenly heard a sneer from beside her. In that laughter, there was no disdain hidden inside.

Qian Hui looked back, but it was another beggar looking in their direction. He was a middle-aged beggar, sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a dirty face and a pair of eyes that were not too bright swept across Qian Hui's face, and his eyes were full of disdain.

When the beggar saw Qian Hui looking at him, he grinned and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Boy, want to join the beggar gang?" The provocative color in his words was very obvious.

Qian Hui was not frightened by him at all, but also looked at him with a provocative eye: "So what?"

"Hahahaha" As if he had heard some funny joke, the beggar trembled with laughter, couldn't even sit still, and fell directly to the ground. While laughing, he also hammered the green clay board on the ground with his hand.

"Hey, uncle, what are you laughing at?" Qian Hui saw the beggar laughing wildly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed on his face. However, he still controlled himself, and just asked coldly.

"What do you ask me to laugh at?" the beggar still laughed. However, smiling and smiling, a cloudy tear suddenly flowed from the corner of his eye!

"Why are you laughing at me?" I am laughing at your incompetence!" the middle-aged beggar's laughter stopped abruptly, but a crazy look appeared on his face!

"Join the beggar gang? Do you think you can join the beggar gang just because you grow taller?" The middle-aged beggar's face was indeed getting redder and redder, and his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, "I tell you two miscellaneous pieces that don't know the height of the sky!

"Lao Tzu was half a head taller than you kid back then! Isn't it still brushed off? I think the elder who came to take in disciples is jealous of Lao Tzu! And the kid next to you! Do you think that with his body, his thin and short little body, he can also enter the beggar gang? I think it's simply

"Enough!" Qian Hui was worried that Qian could be sad about the selection, but he was also afraid that Qian could be sad in his heart, so he didn't say it. Now when he saw that the beggar was so open-mouthed, he was naturally furious, and as soon as he slapped his thigh, he stood up openly, clenched his fists, and glared at the beggar angrily.

Qian Neng saw that Qian Hui was standing up for himself, and he was also very moved in his heart, but he still pulled the corner of Qian Hui's clothes and motioned for him to sit down, there was no need to make a fuss about such a trivial matter.

And the beggar saw Qian Hui's movements, and also stood up, the madness in his eyes gradually faded, and that kind of disdain came out again: "You don't let Lao Tzu say it? Then Lao Tzu still wants to say! There is a kind of fight between you and Lao Tzu? You are young, but your temper is not small, have you not had a mother since you were a child? Or is Lao Niang usually picking up customers in brothels, and she has no time to teach you?"

"Do you have a kind of repeat?" Qian Hui was on the verge of exploding. The beggar's words just hit the deepest pain in Qian Hui's heart, he gritted his teeth, his face turned red, as if as long as the beggar said one more word, his fist would not hesitate to greet the middle-aged beggar!

And Qian Neng just stood up silently, and walked in front of the middle-aged beggar step by step with heavy steps. Then, in the stunned eyes of the middle-aged beggar and the pedestrians on the road, a punch suddenly hit the middle-aged beggar in the neck!

The middle-aged beggar didn't watch out, and at that moment he felt a sense of suffocation, and his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

You must know that the human neck is very fragile! The trachea and major arteries inside cannot withstand the heavy pressure at all, let alone a fist? Although Qian Neng's strength is not great, it is enough for the middle-aged beggar to bear it.

In fact, Qian Neng wanted to slap the middle-aged beggar in the face, but unfortunately he was not tall enough, so he could only barely hit his neck, but the effect was surprisingly good.

I saw the beggar clutching his neck in pain, coughing vigorously twice, and finally feeling that his breathing was smoother. He raised his head, his face gloomy, and the words squeezed out one by one from his clenched teeth: "Boy, you are looking for death"

Before the words fell, a slap of his right hand swept towards Qian Neng's face! I saw that his right hand was like a pu fan, sweeping a gust of wind! Qian Neng subconsciously raised his arm to block it, but how could he block this powerful slap? He was immediately knocked out. The back of his head slammed against the clay board, and he suddenly felt dizzy in the back of his head, and the scene in front of him became blurred