The beggar opened his eyes with great difficulty, and saw that it was in the dark prison days, the warm room that often appeared in his dreams, everything was still so familiar, on the desk, Mr. had taught himself to read and write, but at this time, he was sitting alone, smiling kindly.

"Wake up."

Childe is still as warm as jade, a small stove on the table, silver charcoal in which the "beep" sounds, on the small stove, teapots, refreshments are mouth-watering, perceiving that the beggar has woken up, Childe put down the teacup in his hand, and said softly.

"Eun Gong... I... This is... Are you dreaming? Xu was tortured in that dark prison for too long, and experienced the life-and-death struggle in the urn city, the beggar still couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, and looked at the gentle boy who put down the teacup, before he reacted, and Mu Ran spoke.

Hearing this, the son chuckled, stretched out his slender and white palm to twist the tea tweezers, turned the tea on the small stove one by one, and then held the pot and poured two teas, and said to the beggar: "The big injury has not healed, you can't eat some raw food to nourish, I put some medicinal herbs in this tea, which is beneficial to your body, come and taste it..."

Hearing En's open mouth, the beggar was busy stepping forward and was about to get up, but he pulled the wound in his chest, and the severe pain came, almost making the beggar fall out of bed, but the beggar did not open his mouth because of the pain of the injury, but a happy look appeared on his face, and he could feel the pain, it was not a dream, it meant that he really got out of the dark prison of the land of Yama, like the urn city of hell.

Looking down, the medicine had already been applied to his chest, and the muslin cloth worn from under his ribs went around his neck and bandaged it several times, but since the blood stains on his chest were looming, it was evident that the young man had injured himself very deeply with a sword, and endured the severe pain in his chest, and the beads of sweat had already oozed out of his forehead, but the corners of his lips couldn't stop rising.

Stumbling to the table, the beggar didn't dare to sit opposite Eungong, but tried his best not to let his crumbling figure fall.

Childe glanced at it, chuckled and said, "Sit down, you don't need so many rules." ”

Seeing this, the son pushed the teacup in front of the beggar, and the beggar was flattered, stretched out his trembling hands to hold up the teacup, and looked at the turquoise tea soup, the heat was rising, and it seemed that the boiling water was not cool.

"Drink it." Childe spoke, his eyes slightly raised, looking at the beggar, and the majesty in his eyes made it impossible to look directly.

The beggar looked at the boiling water tea soup in his hand, did not think, raised his head and drank it all, the burning sensation of boiling water instantly entered his heart from his throat, and the beggar who was already injured was instantly burned by this tea soup and coughed, and the feeling of nausea in his heart suddenly rose, and he opened his mouth and spewed blood...

"The doctor said that the blood congestion in the body needs to be drawn out with hot soup so that the root of the disease will not be left." The son drank tea and opened his mouth, as if he did not hesitate to drink the tea soup to the beggar, and was very satisfied.

As Childe said, with the spit out of this mouthful of blood, the beggar suddenly felt that the severe pain in his chest was much better, and even his breathing was much smoother.

"In the dark prison days, fighting for your life, do you hate me?" asked Childe.

"Engong Dade, don't talk about this, even if it is the life of a villain, Engong can take it at any time if he needs it." The beggar replied earnestly.

Childe smiled when he heard this, clapped his hands gently, and a person had already pushed the door in, and the beggar didn't need to look back, just by the momentum of this person and the faint smell of blood, he already knew that this person was the man holding a golden bell spear.

"From today onwards, you will worship him as a teacher... Remember, from Jin onwards, I am your master, without my order, you are here, this city, this realm, this... Don't listen to anyone's orders, and if the exercises are not completed, you must not leave without permission..."Gongzi lowered the teacup, got up and left, leaving only the beggars and the people with guns.

The beggar didn't have time to say more, so he could only use all his strength to kneel and kowtow to the back of his master's departure... I didn't want to get up for a long time.

After more than a month, the beggar's injuries improved, and he officially apprenticed under the door of the gun-wielding man and concentrated on martial arts.

Time flies, time flies, and the beggar's martial arts are becoming more and more refined...

For many years, the beggar never asked the master about the identity of the master, but remembered that when he first met the master, the master called the master "Dao", and the master seemed to have no wife and daughter, and he had never heard him mention it, and he was extremely strict with the beggar, and found that he was lazy in martial arts, so he was whipped by corporal punishment.

But at night, he secretly put down the healing medicine in the beggar room, and the beggar knew in his heart that the master loved him, and since the death of his parents, only the master and the master cared about him, so he also regarded the master and the master as his own relatives.

The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, spring goes to autumn, the master has been ordered by the master, and has left for many days, leaving only the beggar to practice.

On this day, the beggar vomited and scattered, only to feel that the inner breath was calm, and the internal force in the dantian was free, so he knew that he had stepped into the realm of the hall, and his heart was happy, thinking that the master said when he left, these days should be the time for him to return, and he was thinking about telling him the happy event of his stepping on the hall, but he waited for several days, but there was no news.

Another day, the beggar went to the mountains outside the small courtyard to practice marksmanship, and when he returned, he saw that the courtyard door was wide open, although he did not know the name of the master and the identity of the master, but the beggar had already grown into a young man, and naturally knew that what the master and the master did would definitely attract the enemy to seek revenge.

The beggar secretly approached his small courtyard, but found that the person in the courtyard was the master he hadn't seen for many years, and he still looked gentle and elegant, but there was no smile on his face, and the majesty in his eyes was already full of terrifying murderous intent.

"Lord... Master. The beggar couldn't believe his eyes, and immediately threw the spear in his hand aside, bowed his head, although the years left some traces on the face of this gentle son, but in the beggar's opinion, Engong was the same as back then, so that people could not look directly.

"Get up, I've been waiting for you here for a long time, come with me to see your master."

Childe seemed to have something in mind, and glanced lightly at the beggar who was kneeling on the ground, and then stepped forward and pushed the door and entered the beggar master's room.

The beggar didn't know what was going on with the master, and a bad premonition surged in his heart, so he hurriedly followed into the house to check, but after entering the house, he let the beggar stand on the spot, because he had the impression that the master with marksmanship like a god and a superb martial arts was now covered in blood, sitting cross-legged on the couch, and the red tasseled spear hanging with a golden bell was also weakly leaning aside, like the person on the couch.

After so many years of passing on the art, getting along day and night, the beggar had already regarded the master as his father in his heart, and when he saw that he was seriously injured, he hurriedly rushed forward, and under the investigation of internal force, he found that the master had broken his meridians and had no medicine. Not only did the beggar burst into tears, but the faint voice of the master sounded in his ears, not to himself, but to his master.

"Today... I can't escape death, and after I die, he can replace me... Assist the master in accomplishing great things..."

Hearing this, Childe frowned slightly, turned his head, and said softly: "What else do you have to say, you have to explain, what else do you have to do, just say it..."

The beggar was about to open his mouth to ask who had hurt the master, but was stopped by the weak master, and then the master struggled to open his eyes and look at himself, and then said weakly to the young man on his back: "He... Although there is a small success in marksmanship, when you meet a master... Difficult to beat... Today... I helped him break the mirror... I hope the host can... Reuse it for him..."

Hearing this, Childe was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, I'll wait outside the house..."

Master gasped and struggled to speak: "Many... Thanks..."

After hearing this, the son immediately closed the door and went out, leaving only the beggar and the master in the room, the beggar cried, but the master squeezed out a smile and said: "If the eldest husband dies, his ears will die... What to cry about... When I'm dead, remember... Assist the master... Thou shalt not have two hearts..."

Hearing this, the beggar wiped away the tears in his eyes, nodded vigorously, and before he could respond, he was hit by the master and couldn't move.

After a stick of incense, the mountain courtyard is a clear sky, suddenly the thunder is loud, the dark clouds roll, covering the sky and the sun, only a moment, the birds and beasts in the mountain are frightened, scattered in all directions.

In a small courtyard, the son who was standing alone in the courtyard did not seem to be disturbed by this statue, and still stood in the courtyard with his eyes closed, and at this time, dozens of figures outside the courtyard rose out of nowhere, and had quietly appeared on the courtyard wall.

Just as these people disappeared, the door suddenly opened, and the son opened his eyes, stared quietly, and then stepped forward, and when he entered the house, he saw that the beggar was already standing beside the master, and the master's black hair was already snow-white in a moment, and the whole person was like a decaying flower, drooping to death.

When the beggar saw the master enter the house, he knelt down and bowed, but unexpectedly, the son moved to the golden bell spear, stretched out his hands, picked up the body of the spear, handed it to the beggar, and said, "He still has a breath, your first task, send him on the road." ”

The beggar was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes reflected the indifferent expression of the child, and he was stunned for a while.

"Why, you don't want to." Seeing this, Childe spoke softly.

The beggar took the spear with the golden bell with trembling hands, and looked back at the white-haired and dying master, and burst into tears.

As if feeling something, the white-haired master exerted his last strength, reluctantly raised his head, his eyes were lifeless, and he said weakly: "Master... Say anything, you're... What to do..."

In this life, the most respected is the master, the most grateful is the master, these two forced themselves to do it together, the trembling hands of the beggar gradually stabilized, looking at the master who was about to go west, looking back at the master who did not change his expression, the corners of his mouth gradually trembled, and the determination in his eyes gradually condensed...

The golden bell rings, the gun shadows, and the white hair falls...

In the courtyard, the two stood side by side.

"Master, I want to ask you for something." The beggar stood beside Gongzi, clenched the golden bell spear in his hand and spoke.

When Childe heard this, he didn't answer, but just looked back slightly.

Seeing this, the beggar continued to speak: "I only know the master's name, I am a beggar, and I don't have a name, I want to ask the master to give me the name of the master, so that I can live in place of the master..."

When Childe heard this, he chuckled, but did not open his mouth to allow it, but said: "It's not time yet, okay, from today onwards, you should also have your own small courtyard." ”

After finishing speaking, he left directly, and the beggar got the true qi of the master, and suddenly found that outside the originally silent courtyard, there were no less than 100 masters who had already hidden, and as the master left, these hidden people gradually retreated...

The beggar buried the master, and the master also sent someone to buy a new courtyard for the beggar in this mountain, and not only that, but also gave a gentle and virtuous woman to be his wife.

The woman is virtuous, and the beggar courtyard is well organized, not only that, but also gave birth to two sons for the beggar, the beggar is very happy, and does not want to pay attention to the things outside the mountain, concentrate on accompanying his wife and children to spend his days in the mountains, watching the two children grow up day by day, the beggar's heart is satisfied, happiness filled...

Until one day, the son came to the small courtyard again.

The beggar, who was begging to bury his parents, thought that he could now live a life with his wife and children by his side, and the beggar hurriedly led his wife and children to kneel to greet him.

Since the last time I said goodbye to the beggar, and now I see my son again, his figure is no longer as tall as it was back then, and the traces of time on his face are heavier...

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