In a small town on the border of the southern country, a little beggar in ragged clothes kneels along the street begging by the roadside. He was so thin that his outstretched fingers were like dry branches, as if they would break at any moment.

Beside him was an equally scrawny yellow dog, bare, as if all the hair on its body had been plucked.

A man and a dog knelt on the street for a long time, as if sensing that no one was willing to pity them here, the little beggar patted the yellow dog beside him, stood up and moved his stiff legs, ready to beg in another place.

"Rhubarb, we may be hungry again today. The little beggar grinned at the big yellow dog, and was so hungry that he got used to it.

The yellow dog looked up and saw the notch in the little beggar's front teeth, and whimpered in a low voice.

A man and a dog walk on a lonely road like this, but where can they go?

This world is too big, hundreds of countries seem to be scattered in this rich land, countless capable people with lofty ideals continue to pursue the path of eternal immortality, but there are thousands of people in this world, countless amazing wizards continue to chase, leaving a legendary story.

But then, in addition to the legends, there are more people in the world who have to struggle to survive in order to survive.

A man and a dog walked aimlessly on the road, and the little beggar took out a harmonica from his waist and played it softly.

The harmonica had been on him for as long as he could remember, and it looked so gray that even the roadside vendors wouldn't sell it. But the beggar regarded it as a treasure, after all, it may have been left to him by his father.

"The little guy plays the harmonica well. ”

A voice came from behind the little beggar, and when he looked back, he saw an old man in iron armor holding a dirty cigarette pouch and pot, gently knocking on the steps.

The old man grinned at the beggar, showing his big yellow teeth, and then turned and went into the courtyard.

Soon, the old man stuffed a steamed bun into the little beggar's hand and motioned for him to eat it quickly.

The little beggar did not gobble it up as the old man imagined, but broke off a piece of the steamed bun and fed it to the yellow dog.

The old man smiled at this and rubbed the little beggar's head fiercely.

In the evening, the little beggar returned to a broken shack he had built outside the city, which was his home. But he couldn't sleep back and forth, and all he thought about was the old man with the big cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, and the shining armor on his body was like a seed in the beggar's heart, deeply rooted.

In the early morning of the next day, the little beggar heard a small sound outside the shack, and the little beggar rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked out, and hundreds of tigers had gathered in the forest in the distance.

The leader was a white tiger with a body length of three meters, and he roared in a low voice towards the tigers, and the little beggar became more and more frightened the more he listened.

These beasts were actually going to attack and kill an army called the "Yama Army" in this jungle.

That's what the little beggar heard, and he could understand the beast language of birds and beasts from an early age.

As if they were afraid of being discovered, the tiger beasts immediately hid in the woods after gathering for less than a moment.

The little beggar waited for a long time with the yellow dog, and then fled all the way back to the city by the help of the tall bushes.

The more he thought about it, the more strange things became, most of the insects, birds, and beasts he had seen in the past were not intelligent, and even if they were wise, they were limited to simple communication with their companions, and it was the first time he had seen a well-trained beast like a human who could use stratagems to ambush and kill the enemy.

But no matter what the purpose of these beasts is, it is not something that the little beggar can stop, after all, he is just a beggar, and it is already very good to be able to eat well, where is there any bother to think about these things that have nothing to do with him.

On the way back, he saw the old man in armor with a cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, but only from a distance.

He followed countless armor soldiers out of the city on war horses, the armor was shining towards the sun, the armament was neat, and every time the iron hooves fell, it was like a heavy hammer on the heart of the little beggar.

The pedestrians on the side of the road were all solemn, and only after the full team of armor soldiers had left the city did the roadside vendors dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What kind of general can train a warrior like the Yama Army!" exclaimed the peddler.

"It is said that it is a warrior trained by Chu Li, our southern god of war, and he is more than 108,000 miles stronger than our city defenders!"

"Silence!" the peddler quickly interrupted him, "As soon as the Yama army returns to Kyoto, the defenders are the ancestors of this city, don't you want to eat in prison?"

The little beggar was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the dust outside the city that had not yet dissipated, and it turned out that the old man with a cigarette bag was a member of the Yama army.

Suddenly, the little beggar remembered what the white tiger outside the city had said, and hurriedly asked the roadside vendor, "If the Yama army returns to Kyoto, which way will it go?"

When the peddler saw that he was a beggar, he gave him a blank look, and replied nonchalantly, "If you go back to Kyoto, the nearest one must be to take the road south of the city through the forest." ”

The little beggar listened to him, his thin fists clenched tightly, and his eyes began to become complicated.

A person flashed in his mind, and that person was the old man with a cigarette pouch who gave him a steamed bun. He grinned at himself, revealing his big yellow teeth, but when the old man turned around, the tigers tore him apart in an instant.

The little beggar clenched his teeth, glanced at the cavalry of the Yama Army that had long disappeared outside the city, and said to the yellow dog, "Let's take a shortcut, and we can catch up." ”

The yellow dog whined, and ran out, followed by the little beggar, who did not take the official road, but crossed the bushy path, trying to intercept them in front of them.

Although the Yama army is strong, it is a long way to return to Beijing this time, so the speed of the march is not very fast, and it really allows this person to catch up with him by taking a shortcut.

"Stop, you can't go any further, there's an ambush in the woods!" the little beggar jumped out of the path and led the yellow dog in front of the Yama army.

"Huh?" the person led by the Yan Luo Army frowned and scolded, "Where is the little beggar, leave quickly, don't delay our army's trip!"

With that, he waved his hand and motioned to his subordinates to drive the little beggar away.

"Wait a minute!" the little beggar was set up by the two armor soldiers, and he was so anxious that tears were about to flow out, "I can understand what the tigers say, the thatched hut not far from the forest is my residence, if you don't believe it, you can go and see!"

"Commander, I know this kid, you put him down first. A familiar voice rang out from the ranks of the Yama Army.

The team slowly parted from the middle, and the old man with the cigarette pouch rode up to the two of them.

When the commander saw the old man with the cigarette pouch, he waved his hand and motioned for his men to put the little beggar down.

The little beggar saw the old man with the cigarette pouch and hurriedly ran to his side, pointed to the forest not far away and said with a crying voice, "That forest is full of tiger beasts, led by a big white tiger, you have eaten steamed buns for me, I will never lie to you, I am here to save you, you better take a detour!"

Hearing his words, the commander of the Yama army actually did not speak, but watched the reaction of the old man with a cigarette bag, as if he was the backbone of the entire team.

"White Tiger Clan?" The old man with the cigarette bag shot a fine light in his eyes, as if he understood something.

"It shouldn't be likely, how could they have guessed that our team got something like that?" the commander asked with a frown, "How many years has the Tiger Clan not seen the White Tiger Royal Clan alive?

"I'm definitely not lying, the leading tiger is indeed white!" said the little beggar hurriedly.

The Commander gave the little beggar a deep look, then moved his gaze to the old man with the cigarette bag.

"What do you think, old cigarette pouch?"

The old cigarette pouch pondered for a long time, and then carried the little beggar on his horse.