Late at night, the little beggar sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, watching the old cigarette pouch crush a jade pendant and turn it into a streamer and disappear into the night sky, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise.

"Are you an old fairy?" asked the little beggar, holding the yellow dog, with his little head fluttering.

The old cigarette pouch smiled, "This is called Chuanxin Jade, it's just some little tricks." ”

"Messenger Jade?" the little beggar chewed on the name repeatedly.

At this time, the commander came to the front of the two of them, looked the little beggar up and down, and then asked in a deep voice, "You said that you can understand the language of beasts, is it true?"

The little beggar craned his neck and nodded, as if he was a little afraid of him.

"Then how do you prove it?" The Commander seemed to be a little unhappy with today's sudden return, but the identity of the old cigarette pouch was too special, and he could only obey his orders, but if this little beggar was talking nonsense, I am afraid that he would miss a big thing.

The old cigarette pouch waved his hand, then leaned over and whispered a few words in the commander's ear.

The little beggar looked at the two muttering and muttered, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, and hugged the yellow dog in his arms tighter.

"You let your dog into the house, and if you can ask him to tell you how many people are in the house, I'll believe you. The Commander said, pointing to a house not far away.

The little beggar nodded, patted the yellow dog on the head, and let him out.

The yellow dog came all the way to the house, and in a few moments he came out at once, returned to the little beggar's feet, and whined a few times.

"There were two men in the room, one of them wearing the same armor as you, and the other had the armor next to the bed. The little beggar lowered his head and told the two people in front of him everything that the yellow dog had said.

The old cigarette pouch and the commander glanced at each other, and immediately walked to the door of the room, and when they pushed the door, they saw that they were two armorers who were about to rest, one had already undressed and placed beside the bed, and the other was wearing battle armor to wipe his weapons.

"This kid must definitely be protected!" said to the commander after making sure of everything, "You can understand the language of the beasts, and even communicate with them, if this ability is used properly, it can be worth thousands of troops!"

The commander was also full of astonishment, people can speak beast language, this kind of thing is really unheard of, if it spreads, I am afraid it will cause an uproar.

"Did you inform General Chu Li of this?" the commander asked.

"Don't make a noise just yet. The old cigarette pouch lit his own cigarette pouch pot, slowly spit out a smoke ring, and said, "Actually, after I came back, I sent someone to investigate the forest, there are indeed traces of a large number of tiger beasts that used to move, but when my people went to the forest, those tiger beasts have retreated." ”

"So what that little guy said is true, we are really being targeted by the White Tiger Royal Clan. The Commander clenched his fists, and there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

"According to that little guy, that white tiger royal is more than three meters long, and it must have reached the injury realm!" the old cigarette pouch's eyes narrowed into a slit, as if he was thinking about something.

"Force, injury, mystery, and breaking, these are the four realms of immortal immortality, and when you cross it, you can be regarded as an immortal in the eyes of ordinary people. If there really was a wounded tiger beast ambushing us here, I'm afraid this would definitely not be so simple. The Commander's expression also became a little shocked, after all, the things they were escorting on this trip were not trivial, and there must be no mistakes.

The old cigarette pouch knocked on his cigarette pouch pot, pinned it back to his waist, and said in a deep voice, "Look at that little guy who knows the language of beasts, he is no less important than what we escorted this time!"

The human race beast race has been fighting for thousands of years, and there is almost no intersection, even if there has been a negotiation, it is also the supreme strong man of the beast race to talk to the human race in human language, as for the beast tribe's own language has never been able to crack it, for thousands of years, countless human sages and scholars have worked hard for this, but no one has ever been able to make progress, the importance of this little guy is definitely not only to steal intelligence on the battlefield, but more importantly, the human race can use this child to gain an in-depth understanding of the language habits of the beast race, and even life habits, which is no matter how many soldiers and horses, no matter how strong the generals can not compare。

Thinking of this, the old cigarette pouch let out a sigh of relief, and returned to the courtyard where the little beggar was, only to see him falling asleep on the stone chair with the yellow dog in his arms. The old cigarette pouch looked at the skinny little beggar and stroked his unkempt hair with some reluctance.

"Hmm~" The little beggar opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that it was him, he closed his eyes again.

Maybe in his heart, this person is the only person who can make him let go of his guard except for the yellow dog accident.

"What's your name, little one?" asked the old cigarette pouch, patting his little head, and smiling.

The little beggar scratched his head and licked his lips, "I'm a little beggar who asks for food, where does it come from?" ”

The old cigarette pouch was stunned at first, and then rubbed his head slightly apologetically. There are thousands of miserable people in the world, and this little guy is just one of them, if he is pitiful, he doesn't have such a big bodhisattva heart, but if he really meets such a little guy, it is fate.

Some people are destined to meet.

"Old Tobacco Bag Grandpa, what is your original name?" the little beggar couldn't help but ask, looking at the old Tobacco Bag's weather-beaten face.

"Me?" the old cigarette pouch pointed to himself and smiled, "When I was young, I was called Little Tobacco Bag, and when I was old, people called me Old Tobacco Bag, and I can't remember my real name for a long time." ”

The little beggar let out a low sigh, perhaps in his opinion, a person like the old cigarette bag should have a name, so that someone will call his name, someone will remember him, and the worst thing is that he should be engraved on the tablet if he dies.

"I don't remember the name, but the surname seems to have a vague impression. The old cigarette pouch touched his beard and said softly.

"Really?" the little beggar suddenly came to his senses, "What's your last name?"

The old cigarette pouch grinned and replied, "The surname is Zhou." ”

"Zhou?" the little beggar muttered over and over again, "Surname Zhou..."

The little beggar muttered and muttered, then lowered his head with a wry smile, "It would be nice if I could have a name, even if it was a name like rhubarb." ”

The yellow dog in his arms stuck out his tongue and licked his master's palm, as if to comfort his master.

The old cigarette pouch looked at the little beggar with a kind and deep gaze. After a long time, he slowly spoke, "I'll give you one." ”

"Really?" the little beggar seemed to be unable to believe his ears, and someone would actually name a little beggar?" "Are you really going to name me?"

"From now on, you will have my last name. The old cigarette pouch's gaze became softer and softer.

"Me!" cried out the little beggar, "I can also be surnamed Zhou?"

The old cigarette pouch nodded, looked at the little guy cheering in front of him, and then looked at the twinkling stars in the deep night sky, and said softly, "It's called Zhou Ping." ”

Zhou Ping, a peaceful life.

"Zhou Ping!" the little beggar looked at the old cigarette pouch with tears in his eyes, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Late at night, a boy who did not want to live in the house curled up in the grass beside the stable, muttering in his dream, "I have a name!

Next to the boy sat an old man with a cigarette bag and pot in his hand, and he gently knocked the cigarette bag and pot on the sole of his shoe, then pinned it back to his waist, and stretched out his big rough hand to wipe away the tears on the boy's face.

"You have a name, your name is Zhou Ping, a peaceful Ping. ”

The old man turned around and remembered the child who was also named Zhou Ping but had no bones left in the chaos.

I raised my head to look at the bright moon and lowered my head, but I was already in tears.