It has to be said that although the Butterfly Valley is isolated from the world, the village market outside is relatively lively.

Zhang Wuji bought some clothes, pen and ink and books, and wandered around the market without incident.

"Cookcakes, crispy and delicious cookcakes!"

"Sell pears, don't be sweet and don't want money!"

"Rock sugar gourd, sell rock sugar gourd!"

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When Zhang Wuji heard that the rock sugar gourd was sold, he was overjoyed, stepped forward, and paid for two strings of rock sugar gourds.

When the rock sugar gourd arrived, he was about to turn around and leave, when he heard a noise behind him, and out of curiosity, he turned around and walked towards the crowd.

"Stinky boy, steal my steamed buns, and dare to run? I can't beat you to death! “

"Call me! Let this kid have a long memory! “

Seeing three or four men dressed as guys playing around a small child,

The child was curled up on the ground at this time, looking very painful, but still refused to let go of a cloth bag in his arms, thinking that it was the steamed bun he had stolen.

Zhang Wuji could see from his clothes that the clothes on his body were patched everywhere, and some places were gone, his hair was messy, he should be a little beggar.

Interesting!

"Boss, I paid for this little brother's steamed buns!"

Saying that, Zhang Wuji walked out of the crowd and gave a small ingot of broken silver to the boss, after all, it was indeed the little beggar who was at fault first.

"Yo, thank you, uncle!"

"Boy, count your fate, this uncle saved you!"

After all, the boss is just a small trader, and a few steamed buns are only worth a few dollars, and this piece of silver is enough for him to earn for a few days.

After saying that, the boss took the guy away, and the surrounding crowd saw that the excitement was gone, and they dispersed.

After a while, the little beggar slowly stood up.

Zhang Wuji was able to roughly see his appearance clearly, although the sludge covered most of his face,

But it can still be seen that his facial features are delicate, and if he dresses up, he should be a beautiful young man.

Zhang Wuji has eaten meat since he was a child, practiced internal skills at the same time, and has eaten a lot of precious medicine in Hu Qingniu for more than half a year, so at the age of eleven or twelve, he has a height of about one meter seven or eight, which makes this little beggar very thin.

"Tell me, who are you and why do you steal from other people?"

The little beggar was silent, and from time to time he tightened the cloth bag in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji also felt a little funny.

Suddenly he had a plan, so he said to the little boy,

"If you don't tell me, I'll take your steamed buns, do you want to say it?"

The little beggar seemed to have made a great determination at this time, and opened his mouth and said,

"I don't have a name, they all call me Big Brother. This is for my younger siblings, otherwise they will go hungry again today. “

After speaking, as if he had been greatly wronged, his eyes were soaked with tears, and he lowered his head.

"How many people are there like you?" Zhang Wuji asked thoughtfully

"What do you want to do?" The little beggar asked very vigilantly at this time.

They are his own relatives, and if anyone dares to go against them, he will stop them with all his might.

"It's nothing, just thinking, are you worth being saved by me?"

Zhang Wuji smiled helplessly.

It's really a big ghost, smaller than yourself, and your mind is more than yourself.

The little beggar thought about it, too, his own group of little beggars, what is there to worry about?

"We lived in a ruined temple in the west of the city, and besides me, there were three boys and a girl. Several of us had never met our parents. “

"We were raised by a kind old beggar, but since his death, our lives have become more difficult, and nowadays, it is a luxury to be able to live!"

After speaking, he was even more sad.

"Then, do you want to worship me as a teacher and learn martial arts?" Zhang Wuji asked tentatively.

The main reason is to see that he is extremely responsible, and he is alone, which is very suitable for following Zhang Wuji to the rivers and lakes, so he has the idea of accepting apprentices.

"Worship you as a teacher?"

The little beggar asked suspiciously.

It's not that he doesn't know about martial arts, like those martial arts masters, most of them are middle-aged and elderly people, this is basically the rules of martial arts, the older you get, the stronger you are!

But he looked at the young man in front of him, although he was older than himself, but he looked seventeen or eighteen years old at most, maybe he was half-, and he still wanted the master to teach, and now he wanted to take me as an apprentice?

"What? Don't believe I have the strength? Zhang Wuji's suspicious eyes at the little beggar suddenly became angry,

This 、、、 spoke, the master even did it to the innate master back then, can you know this?

Besides, I don't have to take him as a disciple.

"Wait for me a little bit, I'll go buy something"

The little beggar was obviously stunned, but Zhang Wuji didn't care about his expression and turned around.

When he returned, he had a paper bag in his hand.

He didn't say any more, grabbed the little beggar by the neck, lifted his true qi, ran the ladder cloud vertical, stepped on the ground with one foot, and volleyed the two of them off the ground.

"It's so high!" The little beggar exclaimed.

"Hold on!" Zhang Wuji smiled at the corner of his mouth and admonished.

Zhang Wuji's body is light, when he borrows strength on his toes, there is no trace, and when he moves forward, there is no delay, and he has obviously reached the realm of perfection

If Zhang Sanfeng was here, he would be surprised, Zhang Wuji's Tiyun at this moment was not inferior to him in his prime. You must know that this ladder cloud vertical was originally created by Zhang Sanfeng,

But at this moment, Zhang Wuji relied on his profound exercises, as well as the Northern Darkness True Qi and Pure Yang True Qi, to exert one hundred and five percent of his strength in this light skill.

In fact, when it comes to light work, it is none other than his Ling Bo microstep and Shaolin's reed crossing the river, of course, his Ling Bo microstep is better.

But this does not mean that Shaolin martial arts are bad, on the contrary, Shaolin martial arts are extremely profound, and they are exactly like its name seventy-two stunts.

If you get one of them, you will be of infinite use for life.

But this is also the disadvantage of Shaolin, martial arts practitioners, must not have the idea of practicing martial arts, but also need the understanding of profound Buddhism, so basically if you want to play Shaolin martial arts to a high depth, you must be a Shaolin monk.

But he didn't want to be a bald monk, he still wanted to marry a wife.

"Is this it?"

Zhang Wuji stopped at a desolate ruined temple and asked.

At this time, the little beggar was already shocked and had nothing to say,

Under Zhang Wuji's carrying, it can be said that he is flying all the way, and he has never experienced this feeling.

Without Zhang Wuji to show it, he already has a great yearning for martial arts, if he has this kind of strength, won't he be able to protect his younger brothers and sisters?

Perhaps, it is good to worship him as a teacher.

"Big brother, you're back!"

"Big brother! This is? ”

I saw two six or seven-year-old boys rushing out of the broken temple, obviously extremely happy, and only then did they hesitate a little when they saw Zhang Wuji, a stranger.

"This man saved me today and sent me back."

The little beggar explained that he didn't want to talk about it for the time being, after all, although he had the idea of wanting to apprentice, if his brothers and sisters had no one to take care of, then he would rather not apprentice.

Walking into the broken temple, Zhang Wuji saw a statue of the Venerable Guanyin enshrined in the broken temple, which had long been desolate, and there was a pile of hay on the side of the broken temple, on which a pile of tattered clothes was piled up.

At the same time, there was a girl sitting next to her, with a beautiful face, but her face was dirty, and she looked very pitiful to you, and her age should be younger than that little beggar.

Next to him sat a little boy about six years old, who should have just woken up from sleep and had hazy eyes.

"This is a bun I bought for you, eat it while it's hot!" Zhang Wuji said slowly.

Alas, all are tragedies in this troubled world!

A few faintly smelled the fragrance of the buns, but only swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva with difficulty, and then looked at the little beggar who came back with Zhang Wuji.

Clearly, he is the core of the five.

The little beggar saw the desire of several people, and he also knew that Zhang Wuji had no ill will towards them, so he nodded at a few people.

Only then did a few people relax and feast.

Seeing the four of them eating so happily, the little beggar showed a heartfelt smile.

"If I worship you as a teacher, can they be your apprentice with me?"

After hesitating for a long time, the little beggar finally voiced his worries.

Several of them have depended on each other since childhood, although they are not relatives, but they are better than relatives, and it is absolutely impossible to separate them!