In the autumn of 191 AD, on the north bank of the Yellow River, Chang'an, the capital of the Han Dynasty.

In August, not long after the dog days, autumn tigers are frequented, sometimes three points hotter than midsummer. However, there was a rainstorm last night, and the weather was much cooler.

Xicheng is a place where civilians live, there are no rich mansions, they are all low and old ordinary tiled houses, one next to the other, densely packed. The pattern is not very exquisite, and the large and small alleys crisscross it, like a huge labyrinth.

Two unkempt fifteen or sixteen-year-olds each grabbed a few steamed cakes and ran down the street towards Dongcheng in a panic, their trousers drenched with mud splashes under their feet.

More than a dozen people named Hanako chased after them with sticks, shouting and swearing, and throwing stones at the two from time to time.

The two boys were dressed in shabby clothes, and since they had not washed their faces for many days, they could not see their faces clearly. I could only see that the young man on the right was thin and tall, and he was running fast. The boy on the left was short and fat, and he was sweating profusely and panting after a short run.

"I really can't run, you don't care about me, I'm caught and beaten at most......" The fat man was so tired that he couldn't breathe, stopped and stroked his knees, panting, and raised his hands to wipe his sweat.

"The shit is all on my eyes, and I still fucking grind!" the thin boy grabbed the fat man who wanted to sit down.

The fat man refused to get up, but pushed him with his hand and told him to run first. The two of you pulled me and shoved me, and in this way, the young man not only failed to pull the fat man up, but slipped and fell and was covered in mud.

In just a few moments, the beggars chased after them, surrounded the two of them, their faces were full of anger, and they all rolled up their sleeves and rubbed their hands, looking like they were eager to be eaten alive.

"Damn, aren't you quite able to run, and then keep running......" A beggar who seemed weak gasped.

The young man let go of the fat man's wrist, got up and looked around the beggars, and stopped when his eyes moved to the one-eyed beggar leader: "The night pot raised by the son of a bitch, phew!"

The one-eyed beggar known as the "Night Pot" leaned over to avoid the thick phlegm from the young man, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he shouted at the beggar, "Fight to the death!"

When the beggars heard this, they pounced on the two like hungry wolves, and when the young man saw this, he raised his fist to meet the beggar who rushed to the front, and hit him in the face with a punch, and the other party screamed in pain, and immediately covered his nose and squatted down.

Seeing this scene, the young man flew up again and kicked the other party directly over. At the same time, the other beggars had already pounced, one of them holding him by the waist, and the others were stacked fists and kicks on top of each other.

Seeing that the young man was invincible, the fat man hurriedly got up and grabbed a beggar by the hair and pulled him to him, according to his head, the melon seed was an elbow, and after smashing the other party down, he kicked the beggar who was holding the young man on the head.

"Get out of the way fat man first!" yelled Nightpot at the back.

When the beggars heard the sound, they aimed at the fat man, there is a way that the body is strong and does not lose, the fat man is wide and fat, although the action is not sharp, but the strength is surprisingly great, two or three beggars are very cheap on him, basically a face was kicked back by him.

The young man did not have the strength of the fat man, and was soon beaten down by two beggars, who did not give him a chance to get up at all, and kicked him in the chest and abdomen again and again, and the young man was unable to get up and snorted.

Seeing that the young man was knocked down, the fat man roared and rushed at the two beggars, and a beggar on the side was sharp-eyed and quick-handed, and took the opportunity to pounce on the fat man's side and hugged his legs, and the fat man was immediately tripped over.

There were quite a few beggars who had just eaten deflated under the hands of the fat man, and when they saw the fat man fall to the ground, they had the idea of beating the water dog, and they rushed up, and they hit the fat man by holding down, and felt that their fists and feet were weak, so they replaced them with wooden sticks.

The fat man overturned in the gutter, he wanted to get up and fight back, but he couldn't stand the other party's large number of people, and the beggars took down the sticks randomly, and he lost his temper, holding his head and crying for his father and mother, curling up and turning over and over.

The sound of the fight has already alarmed the neighbors, and many idlers have long gathered around.

The onlookers came to see the excitement, and no one came to help, but the beggars didn't dare to beat the two to death in front of such a person.

Seeing that the two of them were covered with footprints, stick prints, and bruises, the beggars were willing to stop, turned over the two of them, and took out a few steamed cakes stained with mud stains from their arms.

"You two little rabbit cubs dare to appear on Lao Tzu's territory in the future, Lao Tzu will break your two dog legs!"

"Dead night pot, grab Lao Tzu's steamed cakes, and I'm not afraid of choking you to death!" The young man propped up the ground with his hands, gritted his teeth and turned over.

"Dare to be hard-mouthed!" "Night pot spat at the mouth, and hit the boy with a stick.

This stick hit the young man's face, and the young man instantly felt that the world was spinning, his eyes were full of stars, and two streams of heat flowed down from his nasal cavity.

The night pot kept scolding, the young man was dizzy at this time, and he didn't hear what he was scolding, so he sat up after relieving himself, stretched out his hand to wipe the hot blood from his nose, and stared at the night pot viciously with a hideous expression.

"You still dare to glare at Lao Tzu!" Night Pot has long been accustomed to his fierce appearance, and shaking his hand is another stick.

The young man subconsciously tilted his head, but he couldn't avoid it completely, and was hit in the ear, and he felt tinnitus and dazzle, as if there were thousands of poisonous bees flapping their wings in unison in his brain, and his eyes were black and he passed out.

"Skinny monkey!" The fat man saw the boy fall to the ground, and hurriedly sat up and pulled the boy over.

Seeing that the young man's ears were bleeding, the fat man was shocked, and then his face turned hideous, and he didn't know where a lot of strength came from, he jumped up from the ground, swung his right fist sharply, and pounced on the night pot like crazy.

The night pot was caught off guard, and was hit in the left eye by the fat man, and suddenly felt dazzled and staggered back.

The beggars didn't expect the fat man to suddenly get into trouble, and when they were stunned, they heard a wail from the night pot, and then they reacted, and immediately pounced on the fat man like a dozen vicious dogs and pressed him to the ground.

"Pick out his two eyeballs for me!" Yeju roared as he covered his left eye, his right eye had been poked blind many years ago, and at this time his left eye was struck, tears were rolling, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The beggars beat the fat man again, this time heavier than before, but no one dared to really pick his eyes.

A beggar next to him stared at the young man whose eyes were rolling, moved closer to the side of the night pot, and whispered in his ear, "Boss, that kid seems to have lost his breath." ”

Hearing this, Yeju instantly shook his spirit, rubbed his reddened left eye, and moved closer to the young man, seeing that his eyes were white, his chest did not rise and fall, and his complexion changed dramatically in an instant.

The onlookers also saw some clues, and they didn't know who shouted "Someone died", and the beggars were still beating the fat man, but when they heard this, they immediately stopped, and turned their heads to look at the motionless young man, looked at each other, and turned their heads to look at the night pot.

"What are you doing?" After a short period of stunnedness, Yeju scolded the crowd, and when he saw that everyone had not reacted, he scolded again: "Look at a fart!" turned around and ran away quickly.

The thieves all slipped away, and the dog's legs naturally didn't want to stay, so they ran away. The road was too slippery, and the beggars ran too fast, and you pushed me and tripped over a few people.

The fat man was beaten so that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and when he saw the beggars falling, he got up and picked up some gravel and threw it around, breaking the foreheads of several people.

The beggars only wailed when they were in pain, and they had no intention of entangling with him anymore, so they crawled and quickly fled the scene.

Seeing that the incident was big, the onlookers were afraid of being implicated, and they didn't dare to join in the fun, so they hurriedly went back to the house and closed the door.

When the beggars ran away, the fat man raised his hand and rubbed the big bag in front of his forehead and said to the young man, "Get up, they are far away." ”

The teenager did not react.

The fat man only thought he was cautious, so he didn't care, continued to rub his forehead and moaned in low pain, and after a while, seeing that he hadn't moved, he poked his foot and kicked him: "Get up." ”

The boy still didn't respond.

The fat man was deeply surprised, stretched out his finger to try his snort, and the color changed suddenly when he tried it, and suddenly he was hit by five thunders, and his mind was blank.

When he came back to his senses, the fat man caressed the corpse and cried bitterly, and the cry was like the wailing of an old cow, which came out far away.

"Crying?" suddenly floated from the alley next to the street.

Who?" The fat man suddenly nervous when he heard the voice, and turned his head to look at the deep alley.

As soon as the fat man turned his head, he felt a flower in front of him, and a purple figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The fat man screamed in fright, sat back, and looked at the man intently.

The person who came was handsome, the instrument was Xuanang, about thirty years old, wearing a lotus crown on his head, wearing a dark purple placket robe, embroidering gossip on the two plackets of the robe, embroidering the yin and yang Taiji diagram on the back, and pedaling Yunlong double-faced shoes, very magnificent, actually a Taoist priest.

Seeing this person's appearance clearly, the fat man felt a little relieved, and boldly asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Where did the ghost come from in the daytime? Of course, the poor road is human. The purple-robed Taoist priest walked up to the young man and squatted down, reaching out and pulling his left hand.

"What are you going to do?" the fat man was alert.

"Be a zombie for some time. The purple-robed Taoist priest didn't raise his head.

The fat man looked frightened, moved his buttocks back, and when he saw that he was holding the young man's wrist and not letting go, he boldly said, "Let it go...... Let him go. ”

"Dead and dead, what do you care about him? The purple-robed Taoist priest glanced sideways at him, took out a handful of five baht coins from his bosom and threw them to the fat man, and then stopped looking at him, and pressed the three fingers of the middle of his right hand on the young man's left wrist.

After a while, the purple-robed Taoist priest let go of the young man's left hand, pressed his right hand again, and said to himself: "Heart, liver, and kidneys, fire and yin deficiency......"

The fat man didn't listen carefully to the words of the purple-robed Taoist priest, he reached out and grabbed the five-baht coin and put it in his arms, his eyes rolled a few times, and when he saw the Taoist priest staring at the young man intently, he quietly reached out and touched a wooden stick left by the beggars.

"Why don't you leave?" The purple-robed Taoist priest let go of the young man's right wrist and turned his head to look at the fat man.

"you!" the fat man suddenly pulled out a wooden stick from behind his own and slammed it towards the back of the purple-robed Taoist priest's head.

This stick broke the wind with a sound, and the fat man thought that he would beat the Taoist priest without dying, and he had to faint.

Unexpectedly, the stick was suddenly blocked when it was inches away from the back of the purple-robed Taoist priest's head, and was bounced back by an invisible resistance, and the rebound force was extremely strong, shaking the fat man's arm sore, and the wooden stick flew out of his hand, nailed into the road more than a foot deeper.

For the first time in his life, he encountered such a strange scene, the fat man was so shocked that his face was colorless, his whole body trembled like chaff, and he said in a trembling voice: "Demon ...... Youkai!"

The purple-robed Taoist priest glanced at the fat man with disdain.

The fat man had the heart to run away at this time, but his legs and stomach kept trembling, and he didn't listen to the call at all. Besides, he couldn't bear to let go of his brother who shared the hardships and escaped alone, so he could only shiver vigorously.

The purple-robed Taoist priest ignored him anymore, got up and stared at the unconscious young man, thoughtful: "The ancestor is honest and does not deceive the rest ......."