"A few juniors, it's not enough for you to use such a move."

Before the sound of the hats arrived, the people arrived first, holding the wine bag, twisting the sword trick in his hand, falling in front of everyone, and did not look back, but turned his head slightly, and glanced at one of the several people, seeing that he was uninjured, only then did he look back, breathe a sigh of relief, and secretly said in his heart: "It's okay, it's okay, if it's hurt, my face will be lost..."

Retreating a few feet, He Zhidao's figure emerged, at this time there was no divine light in his eyes, he was full of life, he wanted to speak, but he couldn't do it, he could only gasp, staring at the mysterious swordsman who was interested in the lion and tiger beast in He Jiabao, but there was no trace, he thought that he had no interest in the lion and tiger beast, but he didn't expect to appear here at this most critical moment.

"When you go down the mountain, you have already injured your foundation, if you don't use your internal strength indiscriminately, you can still save your life for several years. Today, you are too lucky, I'm afraid it is..."The hatsman looked at He Dao for a while, and then said lightly.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, the corners of the mysterious swordsman's lips rose under his hat, and he continued to speak: "I am not interested in who you are working for, and I don't want to know, but you can't touch the lives of these people." ”

The mysterious swordsman raised his head and poured a sip of wine from the wine bag, wiped his mouth with his wide sleeve, and continued: "It's not easy for you to practice martial arts, what you want is the lion and tiger beast, leave now, I won't pursue it..."

"You agree with him leaving, but I don't..."

The wind girl's voice came from behind the mysterious swordsman, making the mysterious swordsman's eyes under the hat move slightly, the revenge of the wind family fort, the death of the lion and tiger beast, so that the wind girl was already fearless, even if the mysterious swordsman in front of him exuded a powerful sword intent after hearing his words, making him tremble unconsciously, but he still looked firm.

"Interesting, I didn't expect to go north this time... I didn't meet the people I wanted to meet, but I met a lot of interesting people and things, little girl, you..."The mysterious swordsman Yu Guang saw the wind girl's completely fearless eyes, and the smile on his lips became stronger, but before the words fell, He Zhidao's voice also came.

He Zhizhi only felt that everything in front of him had begun to become blurred, the sound of tinnitus was getting stronger, and it seemed that the sharp pain in his chest and abdomen was gradually numb, and he was unconscious, it may be that his limit was approaching, He Zhidao was panting like an old dog in his twilight years, thinking secretly, but now he can't die, Ji'er hasn't gone far yet, and he must hold on.

It seems that his life has emerged in front of him, when he was just a beggar along the street, his parents died of illness, and he had no money to bury him, so he could only kneel and beg the kind people who passed by to reward him with some silver money to bury his parents, but the war is about to end, and the people have already been emptied of their pockets by the war.

If it's a girl, maybe a rich and noble family passing by can buy it to be a maidservant, but this boy can't do the work even if he buys a coolie... People come and go, the sun rises and sets, just kneeling for a day, still no one can help, think about it, in the troubled times, their own is not guaranteed, who can have the spare strength, and then to help others.

Not only that, even the tattered shoes on the feet of the dead parents were snatched away by those beggars, the beggar didn't want to see his parents die without even a pair of shoes, he was still young and rushed into the group of beggars, trying to get back the shoes for his parents, but he was only beaten in exchange for the young.

The beggar allowed these beggars to punch and kick him, even if he was beaten to the point that he vomited blood, he still clung to the two pairs of tattered shoes and refused to let go, until his eyes were dark and he fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in a strange room, my shabby single clothes were covered with a brocade quilt, the silver charcoal in the brazier in the middle of the room was "crackling" and burning, and the room was warm like spring.

Knowing that these don't belong to him, he pinched himself again and again before he was sure that he was not in a dream, and the warmth of the brocade quilt made the beggar reluctant to leave, just when he was greedy for warmth, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

Knowing that what should come will eventually come, the beggar reluctantly felt the residual warmth in the quilt, and then resolutely lifted the brocade quilt and bowed to the person who pushed the door open.

The person who came was richly dressed, but there was a majesty on the young face that people did not dare to look at directly, just a light glance made the beggar kneeling on the ground dare not raise his head.

"Awake?" The man stretched out his hand and lifted the young beggar who was lying on the ground.

"Childe... No... Engong, the villain is dirty, don't dirty the child's hands. Although he was born poor, he had also seen rich and noble families, and knew that they disliked the sour smell of the poor, and this boy was richly dressed, and he did not look like ordinary people, for fear of soiling his hands.

Childe smiled when he heard this, and his warm smile was like this warm spring-like room, and then the pair of slender palms still helped the beggar up, and said softly: "Whether it is the emperor or the common people, although they are from different backgrounds, they can go the same way, and they will eventually turn into a handful of dust..."

Seeing that the young beggar didn't seem to understand what he was saying, Gongzi patted him on the head, and the topic changed: "Your relatives, I have sent someone to bury you, if you want to worship, when you are better, I will send someone to take you there..."

When the beggar heard that the son had buried his parents for him, his heart was stirring, and his tears couldn't stop flowing, and he hurriedly kowtowed: "Engong's great kindness, I can't repay it, only this cheap life, if Engong wants my life, take it at any time." Only three times, blood had oozed from his forehead, and when the boy saw this, he reached out and helped the beggar up, and took out a brocade from his arms to wipe the blood from his forehead.

Although the pain was unbearable, the young beggar did not say a word, and after the son wiped the bloodstains, the gaze that fell on the beggar's face also retracted, and a warm smile reappeared on the corner of his lips, and he said: "If those beggars want to take your life for the shoes in your arms, what should you do?" ”

"I... Even if my hands and feet are broken, I will definitely be like a mad dog on a street corner, biting two people to death, and I will die with me. The beggar's eyes revealed the firmness that the young man did not have, and he said fiercely.

"Is it worth your life for two pairs of tattered shoes?" Childe asked again.

The beggar was firm in his eyes, and only replied with two words: "It's worth it." ”

Childe smiled kindly, stroked the beggar's dirty face, and said, "Good boy." ”

Then Childe got up, patted his palms, and outside the originally silent house, footsteps sounded, and two men in armor pushed the door with bathing vats, followed by beautiful maids carrying steaming boiling water, and then fragrant meals, which filled the table...

"You can stay in peace..."Childe got up, said a faint word to the young beggar, and then left the room.

Looking at the steaming bath water and the table full of food, the beggar couldn't believe his eyes, it was a scene that he had only seen in a dream in his life, he closed his eyes and stared, stretched out his hand and slapped himself a few times, until the sound of those servant girls covering their mouths and chuckling sounded in their ears, and the beggar opened his eyes again, only to be sure that everything in front of him was not his dream...

In the next few days, the life of brocade clothes and jade food made the beggar's thin body slowly grow stronger, not only that, but every day there was also a teacher and a gun and stick teacher to teach the beggar... Although he was born poor, he also knew that there was no free lunch in the world, but Na Engong did not show up again after that day until more than a month later...

Goodbye Engong, the beggar knelt down and kowtowed, and blood came out of his forehead, and the son smiled: "Well, it seems that the body is well-raised, but you have to remember that the parents of the body are affected by the skin... The man has gold under his knees..."

"Engong's kindness to me is like regenerating my parents, and my body is good for my hair and skin... Even if you are on your knees... And my cheap life, it's all Engong's..."The beggar kowtowed again.

Seeing this, Childe smiled and said: "That is the case, I will give you a chance to choose, these days, you can also know the words, and you will also have some fists and feet, you can leave by yourself, I will give you a hundred gold, from now on you can have some peaceful life, if you want to follow me, I am afraid that you will suffer some hardships, don't say that these days now, I am afraid that the hardships you have to endure will be a hundred times greater than what you have suffered before... A thousandfold..."

After speaking, Childe's warm eyes once again exuded the majesty that he didn't dare to look at when he first met, and he kept silent, quietly observing the change in the beggar's expression.

"The villain doesn't want any gold and silver, he just wants to follow Engong, and serve Engong before and after the saddle." The beggar hurriedly kowtowed.

"In that case, let's change places." Childe seemed to be very satisfied with the answer of the beggar in front of him, shook his shirt, got up and waved his hand, and in an instant all the people in the courtyard retreated, and in an instant, only Childe and the beggar were left.

"Come out."

Gongzi spoke softly, the beggar only heard a crisp bell, a flower in front of him, and saw a man with a gun standing beside him, the spear was more than seven feet, the head of the gun was about more than seven inches, its shape was square and edged, flat as buckwheat, the spear ridge was high and thick, and the middle of the spear ridge was concave with two blood grooves, which made the beggar feel cold, and the small golden bell was tied to the blood-colored red tassel at a foot from the tip of the gun, and the man with the gun looked indifferent, just standing there, all the plants in the small courtyard seemed to feel his murderous aura, and quickly withered.

These days, the beggar has also learned some guns and sticks, and without looking, he knows that this person is a master of the masters, and he thought that the boy had taken a fancy to his lifeless appearance, and wanted to train himself to become his guardian, but since there are such high-ranking guards on the side, then what else do you need to do, and the beggar looked at the son beside him in puzzlement.

"Since you have chosen to follow me, from today onwards, you will bow to his door, but I will ask you one last time, because the next place you are going to is the unforgettable nightmare of your life, you have thought about it."

The beggar didn't think about it, but raised his head for the first time, looked directly into the child's eyes, and said: "Master, you saved my life, and I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life, even if it is with my life." ”

When Childe heard this, he looked up to the sky and smiled, and when he lowered his head, he didn't see the warm smile he had before, but he turned around lightly and said to the man beside him who didn't say a word, dressed in a strong shirt, and held a spear: "Dao, this child is handed over to you, if you can live, you should help me, if you die, you don't need to give me, just bury it." ”

Hearing Childe's words, the beggar was shocked, but before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his neck, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything next.

Thinking of this, He Zhidao's lifeless eyes became clear again, looking at the mysterious swordsman a few feet away, and the few young people standing behind him, he slowly spoke in a tired and resolute tone.

"Go, where to go, I can't get out of fate, I can't escape fate, but ...... None of you can leave..."

Some people died, but not completely......