Tang Yifeng looked at Mr. Jing, Mr. Jing pouted his chin, meaning Tang Yifeng, you go by yourself.

Tang Yifeng immediately jumped out of the carriage.

Seeing that the road is uneven, it depends on strength to draw a knife to help. There are six or seven people on the other side, and Tang Yifeng is naturally no match.

But he has a husband and Zizhu, the road is uneven, and Tang Yifeng never takes a detour.

If there is a gentleman, it is even more rampant!

The common people in the market did not dare to disobey these gangsters, and he Tang Yifeng was not afraid.

This little novice is also a three-foot child around five years old, not much older than his sister Tang Wanyue, dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a round head and a round brain, a small face and a fleshy face, short hands and short legs, and he wants to be cute.

How can this group of murderers bully such a cute little monk!!

Tang Yifeng pointed at the little novice and ran over excitedly,

"Little bald donkey! You called me to find me!! ”

“？！？”

"Donor!" Xiao Shami looked up at Tang Yifeng, who was fierce and raised his hand, "Donor, I don't ......"

Little Shami wants to say, I don't know you.

"No, what, no?" Tang Yifeng slapped Xiao Shami's head.

"What's no? Nothing no! Tang Yifeng slapped one slap after another and slapped it on the round head of the little novice.

"You have done something wrong, and you are still at peace? It's only been two days and it's been ......."

Tang Yifeng hugged the little novice and wanted to take him away.

Sir is really, watching the little monk being bullied, but asking me to save people.

Tang Yifeng angrily hugged the little novice while thinking.

All the time.

The little novice doesn't move?!

This......

The little novice is like a rock.

Tang Yifeng has already used his strength to eat.

! No matter.

Tang Yifeng turned around and left!

The little novice is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger here.

Everyone looked at Tang Yifeng inexplicably.

"I recognized the wrong person, you go ahead." Tang Yifeng nodded and withdrew from the crowd.

"Little monk, ah...... No, little Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made a mistake, you go ahead. ”

"Don't go, give money!" A thin black young man called Tang Yifeng.

"Well, donor, you hit the little monk five times in total."

Xiao Shami scratched his head, his eyes shining with golden light, as if looking at a humanoid money bag.

The little novice smiled: "Five cents! Hee-hee! ”

"You guys are busy with business first, I'll go back to the carriage and get the purse, you please first!" Why did I really bother to come, take care of this idle matter, and made a gesture of please, Tang Yifeng hurriedly trotted away, stood in the distance, and watched with Mr., "Sir, this little monk weighs more than a thousand catties, I can't hold him." ”

"Huh?"

I saw the two young men who were sent by the overlord just now.

One of them threw a palm at the little novice.

The little novice pursed his lips and resisted the blow hard, not moving.

The other person saw that the little novice had real kung fu, so he used a trick to sweep the hall and try to knock the little novice down.

Hearing only the sound of 'ho', the man fell to the ground, hugged his calf, and screamed in pain.

"Good!" Some of the onlookers shouted, "The little monk is so powerful!" ”

Tang Yifeng understood, and Xiao Shami was equipped with the skill of horizontal practice: "Sir, is this the iron cloth shirt you called the Golden Bell Hood?" ”

"Hmm." Mr. Jing nodded, "What?" Do you want to worship the little novice as a teacher? ”

"That's not good, that little monk isn't the same generation as you!" Tang Yifeng smiled and secretly glanced at Mr. Jing.

"Well, sir doesn't care about that." Mr. Jing didn't care, "But this kung fu is a good kung fu, let's find an opportunity to learn it from him." ”

While talking, the young men punched and kicked, and took turns to say to the little novice, "Hum haha, hey!" ”

"Little Master's kung fu is so good!" After a while, several people rubbed their arms, legs and feet, dropped a handful of copper coins, and walked away.

"Thank you! Thank you to the donors. ”

This little monk really resisted the beating, and he didn't forget to thank others after being beaten.

Xiao Shami put away the copper coin cutely and looked at Tang Yifeng.

"Let's go! Come on! "Don't wait for Tang Yifeng to drive the carriage.

The little novice had already trotted over, folded his hands, and bowed handicapously and cutely.

Little Novice: "Ah ......"

Tang Yifeng: "No money!" ”

Little Novice: "...... Mida Buddha, how many donors go to Yishan? ”

Tang Yifeng: "No! ”

Zizhu: "Yes! ”

Tang Yifeng glanced at Zizhu, waved his hand at Xiao Shami, and said, "Yes, but not by the way." ”

Mr. Jing said: "Yifeng." ”

Tang Yifeng sneered: "This black-hearted little monk, we are kind enough to save him, he is good, and he still wants to blackmail us for money?" ”

"Thank you for your kindness, the little monk doesn't want your money, the little monk can't walk, can you take the little monk for a ride?"

"Okay!" Zizhu said happily, "You come up, little monk." ”

The little monk climbed the carriage and kicked his legs for a long time.

Didn't climb up (; ′⌒`)。

"A few donors, can you help the little monk?" Xiao Shami said embarrassedly.

It's so cute! Zizhuxin said, this little monk is so good at kung fu, can't he even do light work?

Tang Yifeng bent down and wanted to carry the little novice into the carriage, but suddenly, Tang Yifeng trembled and almost rolled out of the carriage.

Fortunately, Xiao Shami had a huge force and supported Tang Yifeng, and Zizhu and Mr. were also quick and dragged Tang Yifeng to stop him, so he didn't fall and bleed.

"Brother Donor, what's wrong?"

"It's fine." Chu Lian carried the little novice into the carriage and asked, "What is the name of the little master?" ”

Little Shami's face turned red.

"Uh, the female benefactor, the little monk is called Yuantong."

Flexible?

It lives up to its name.

Round head and round brain, big eyes, small arms and legs, small body.

It's hard to call him a round drum if you don't want to.

I don't know if he has a brother named SF.

"Little Master Yuantong, are you going down the mountain alone? What about your master? Mr. Jing asked, it was unreasonable for such a small novice to go down the mountain alone.

"The little monk has been separated from the master."

Xiao Shami explained: "The little monk is not very good at making connections, and when he was hungry just now, he made a little money by performing arts. ”

The little novice said, his stomach was very cooperative, and he 'cooed'.

"Here you go." Zizhu broke half of the shortbread and handed it to the little novice.

"Amitabha! Thank you, little donor. ”

The little novice was embarrassed to take the shortbread.

Stuffed into his mouth, his cheeks bulged and pouted, and his small mouth pouted and chewed.

"Eat slowly." Zizhu touched his round head and found water for the little novice to drink.

It turned out that this little novice was a little monk on Yishan Mountain, Fanguang Peak, and Cuiwei Temple, and he was only more than five years old.

Recently, I went down the mountain with my master and brother, and I was greedy for fun for a while, and I got lost in the market.

The little monk also had an idea and did not plan to wait for the master in the same place.

Now that you're out, let's go back by yourself.

Moreover, this little monk, not to mention anything else, is wearing a golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, which is difficult for ordinary people to hurt in the slightest.

Therefore, he can be regarded as fearless.

Just now, it was just making money with human sandbags.

Tang Yifeng entered in a mess and almost didn't break Xiao Shami's qigong.

Since he was on the way, the three of them took him together.

The little novice is open-minded, and after getting in the car, he no longer mentions money.

Tang Yifeng also put his mind at ease, it seems that he is angry with his own family.

Mr. Jing urged the carriage.

"Do you still want shortbread?" Zizhu asked.

"Well, is that okay?"

It seems that he is really hungry, and the little novice has already eaten several of them.

After eating the shortbread, Yuantong licked the oil residue on his hand: "Thank you, female donor." ”

"Do you still want it?" Tang Yifeng asked.

"Hmm. No need, the little monk is full, donor's brother. ”

"I don't want it anymore!" Tang Yifeng looked at this greedy little novice and quipped.