The little beggar didn't know that there was someone behind him, and he ran all the way to the agreed place, but there was no trace of Huang Yiren.

He walked around the street a few more times, but still didn't find the God of Wealth.

A touch of red glow appeared on the horizon, which was quickly annihilated by dark clouds, and in an instant, the wind was terrifying, the city was full of wine, the tiles fell to the ground from time to time, and the early shops that had just been put out were put away, and the little beggar ran away with his head in his hands, and went straight to the temple where he usually lived.

The temple is an ownerless temple, the wall is decayed, the mountain gate collapses, the courtyard is full of dry grass and ice, the Buddha statue in the hall lies horizontally, the divine tent is hooked with cobwebs, the incense burner is empty, and there is a ding of clear water in it.

As soon as the little beggar crossed the threshold, the rain fell straight down, and the ice that had accumulated for several days was full of potholes, and the little beggar picked up a piece of divine tent and wrapped it around his body, and sniffed on his nose.

He bent over and rubbed his hands together, unaware of the impending danger.

Huang Yiren got out from behind the gold-painted Arhat statue, quietly walked to the little beggar, stretched out his hand from behind, twisted the little beggar's neck with lightning speed, searched out the letter paper, hid the letter close to his body, went out of the window, and walked away in the rain.

By the time the people who followed the little beggar in Mofu realized that something was wrong, he had already left here.

He took refuge in an uninhabited house, the owner of the house did not know where to make a living, and there was a fire buried in the kitchen stove, so he first grabbed a handful of cold ash and pasted it on the wound, then changed out of his soaked clothes, threw a few bamboo strips into the stove, lit the stove, burned off the clothes he had taken off, took out a nest head from the pot, and read the letter to the fire.

The head of the nest is rough, and it cuts through his throat with a hardness that is hard to chew, and he is not picky, he eats it in three or two bites, and takes another one.

The word is the word of King Wei, which is mediocre, but the content shocks him.

Mo Qianlan wanted to hand over the wealth of the Ten Continents to Jin Yu, in exchange for the Mo family's safety in Kuanzhou.

Is it true or false?

However, before he could think about it, there was another chaotic sound of footsteps outside, some people shouted the word "thief", some people shouted "dead man", and the street that had been quiet in the rain suddenly boiled, and any abnormality would be noticed.

He hurriedly threw the letter paper into the stove and burned it, ate the rest of the nest, filled his stomach, drank a spoonful of cold water, stood by the door, and removed the cloak from the wall.

He was already alone, and he had no spare strength to pity these undignified people, and he would take the life of a little beggar if he needed it.

Stepping into the rain and walking out of the house, he ran in the direction of the racecourse in the midst of the encirclement and interception.

Since Mo Qianlan asked Jin Yu for help, he had to pass on the news to Jin Yu, and there would be footprints, horseshoe prints, and rut marks on the horse farm, and he would be able to know the truth and falsehood by tracking along the way, and he could also get rid of the chaos here.

The rain has made the situation in Kuanzhou even more confusing.

Whether Mo Qianlan failed to lure the snake out of the hole, or deliberately returned to the mountain, outsiders don't know, and it is difficult for people in the game to see clearly - it is like a hand that is manipulating the chess pieces at any cost, allowing them to go where they should go.

At this time, the Cheng family was divided into two, and it was even more busy.

Cheng Ting's house, last night Xu Huiran had a fetal gas, the next person was in a mess, shaking like a sifting chaff, only two old grandmothers were left, and they could still stabilize their positions, one went to invite Wen Po, and the other went to Cheng's house to invite someone to sit down, as soon as the eldest sister of the Cheng family entered the door, she saw the people gathered in the front yard, and immediately raised two eyebrows, suddenly rose, and swept the next person: "If you don't work, get out!"

The next person was excited, silent, and the eldest sister glared again: "Go to work!"

The next person did birds and beasts scattered, the eldest sister went straight into the second door, walked into the back house, and before she stepped up the steps, she smelled a bloody breath, and her heart sank down suddenly, and she walked into the main room, and asked Xu Huiran's grandmother: "How is it?"

The grandmother was so frightened that her legs went limp, and her face turned pale: "Say...... It is said that it is both an injury and a cross-section...... The time has not yet come, and it has not yet turned around......

The blood on the eldest sister's face quickly faded: "Who is invited?"

Mama hurriedly said, "The two stable women who were originally optimistic...... also opened a prescription, served one side of Jingmo, and served one side of the ashes burned by the head of the failed pen......

"Can a bad pen cure a sideburn?" The eldest sister cut off her words: "Go

Please come to the clouds."

"But he's a man......

"What you call him! As long as he can save his life, he didn't save his wife's sideburn?"

"But he saved Mrs. Bi, and then ...... The Bi family divorced his wife......

"What kind of goods are the Bi family, and compare them with our Cheng family! Don't go yet!"

The eldest sister walked to the back of the curtain, and saw that Xu Huiran was weak and weak, and she didn't even have the strength to cry, and when she saw the eldest sister, her eyes lit up slightly, and she rolled out two tears: "Third master......

The eldest sister's heart was sour: "He's fine, the Qiang people went to invite Wu Jin, Wu Jin led someone to find him on Shishi Street, broke two bones, I'm afraid that I can't move here, so I sent him back to his mother."

When she got closer, she saw that Wen Po was covered with sweat, and she reached in and grabbed the fetus by the shoulder, so as not to be bound by the umbilical cord.

"Hui Ran, don't be afraid, Yun Lianshan can take over the cross birth, Li Yitie has praised it, save your strength for a while," she sat down, grabbed Xu Huiran's hand hard, and turned her head to look at her maid, "Take the ginseng slices!"

Her hand, as if she had a thousand powers, could withstand life and death, Xu Huiran grabbed this hand and slowly settled down.

However, she struggled for half the night until the heavy rain fell, and she did not give birth.

The old house of the Cheng family was also panicked in this wind and rain.

At night, Li Yitie had already aligned Cheng Ting's broken bones on his hands and feet, smeared with ointment, tied them with elm bark, and treated the knife wounds, and when it was dawn, Cheng Ting did not get better, but began to have a high fever.

"Second brother, you can't hide it, you go and invite your mother to come," the eldest brother stood under the porch, wiping his tears with his cold hand, "I'll write a letter to my father and ask him to come back immediately."

The second brother nodded, stepped into the rain, and hurriedly ran over to get an umbrella for him, but saw that he forgot to wear clogs, and his cloth shoes were soaked in an instant.

He walked to the main courtyard and stood outside his mother's door, vaguely not daring to tell the truth, only saying that there was a thief over there, the third brother and sister were frightened and had a fetal gas, and the third child also broke his leg, and the place over there was narrow, and now he moved to the front hall to recuperate.

Mrs. Cheng was trying on clothes, and when she heard that her beloved son was in trouble, she hurriedly dressed up neatly, and while asking the maid to comb her hair, she scolded the second child through the door: "You are a demon outside all day long, and you don't know how to take care of the third child!" I'll let you go every now and then, don't let people think that he is a bully when he is alone, you still don't go! I'll go over there first and see Hui Ran."

In the past, the second child of the Cheng family was wronged, and he always had to secretly lose a few words, but today he stood outside the door with his head down, waiting for Mrs. Cheng to come out, his voice trembled: "Brother and sister, the eldest sister has already gone, and the mother only cares about the third brother."

Mrs. Cheng wiped her face briefly, walked out of the door, and saw that he didn't wear a pair of clogs, his face was frozen and his shoulders were wet, and she scolded him to change his clothes.

The second brother didn't go, he just kept trembling and accompanied his mother to the front yard.

Mrs. Cheng felt that something was wrong, and she was also anxious, strode to the front yard, walked into the solemn main hall, shook off the eldest brother of the Cheng family who was going to help her, and stepped into the house.

Seeing Li Yitie standing in front of the brazier and smoking a white muslin cloth, her heart calmed down a little, slowed down, and looked at the compartment: "San'er?"