In the forest, a sword is brilliantly opened, a sword is streamer, if it is matched with a white silk and gold pinch of the chivalrous clothes, the old flower is really the scenery of the son. But the little beggar on the side could only look at the rough short whip in his hand, and there were some old flowers in his eyes, just some chic demeanor, and his heart was sour and wanted to eat green fruits.

Why do you want to practice swords in the dark, the old saying that Hua gives is, practice eyes. Indeed, when Lao Hua flew towards the little beggar again with stones, the little beggar aimed at his hand and looked at his eyes, but he still returned to the days when his face was full of bruises.

As for the kung fu of the wrist, the little beggar has practiced very well, after all, the stone cub in the past two years cannot be in vain. Lao Hua hit him with more stones, so he had to aim at the stone-throwing technique more and more carefully, and in the end he also learned a little charm. Therefore, the kung fu on this wrist is not bad. As for the waist and ankles, haven't you been practicing for two years of hiding from stones?

Although at the beginning, he always swung the whip out in a hurry, and after eating several red marks on his arm, he finally found some enlightenment. But when he became enlightened, if he wanted to use a whip to fly or even break stones, he could not use the whip body, but only took the sharp point to count, and he became sad.

"Don't say that I won't give you this 'pheasant', when you can break a hundred and eight, I'll give it to you. Lao Hua looked at the silver light in his hand, and then looked at the little beggar who was hissing on his body.

"We'll have to wait sometime. The little beggar looked at the soft sword with indignation on his face, and snorted softly, "Come on!"

In the faint moonlight, where can I see the small movements in the hands of the old man, and when the stones are almost in front of me, I can understand which direction it is coming, and I am anxious to raise the whip to hit, but I can't catch up, so I have to take my body to pick it up. Occasionally, I caught up with a few, but I flew away with the whip, let alone shattered.

On this night when there was no fire, the little beggar lit a fire in his heart and held his breath until dawn. But with the call of the yellow dog, the little beggar became worried about his future again, and he didn't know which beast he would ask for today.

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The sunset mountain, which was calm in the past, suddenly became lively because of the little beggar and the yellow dog. There are wails at the foot of the mountain, and there are screams of pain that break the sky, and the little beggar can be regarded as having suffered enough from the destruction of the yellow dog and the old man called Hua. But although he looked at Lao Hua with a complaining face every time, he never said a word of refusal, he knew that the old flower would not harm him.

With more robberies with the yellow dog, the little beggar's routines have gradually become familiar. The yellow dog doesn't always find him that kind of difficult role, he tries his best to run when he can run, this is the foot kung fu that the old flower explains, and if you can't run, you have to whip it, if the whip is no longer good, then go up the tree to hide. After hiding a lot, he found that as long as he ran away from the beast's den and then suffered from the tree, then he would be allowed to keep a kind little animal to come to save him, as for the final outcome of the little animal, the little beggar did not dare to think about himself.

But there is always a bad temperament, learn from the old pig, then I have to give it a taste of the tip of the tree. I can't always hit it every time, and it hurts the hearts of the little animals. But no, once he lost his temper without fighting, and was squatted in the tree for two days by the king of the mountain, and finally it was Lao Hua who came to save him.

"What are we robbing today?" the little beggar kicked the yellow dog who was still sleeping soundly and woke him up, his face full of excitement. The little beggar, who was familiar with the beast in the chase, also became a little confident, and did not take care of his yellow dog's temper, so he asked him to take him to "treasure hunting".

The yellow dog's humanized eyes were full of resentment, and he didn't open his eyes when he looked at the old flower, and he didn't open his eyes when he meditated, so the yellow dog had to smack his mouth at the little beggar viciously, and ran away with a kick on his calf. The little beggar smiled and hurriedly followed.

After almost half a month of escape, he has really trained his legs, and deeply understands the meaning of the old man's sentence "when it is time to shoot", and now the little beggar has been able to follow the yellow dog from afar, but thanks to the greetings of all kinds of beast friends.

After running in the forest with the yellow dog for a long time, the little beggar finally saw the treasure he was going to grab today. The red and bright fruit tree in the green field, the fruit of the tree hung heavily, and there was some bruise in the red, faintly winding around the fruit pedicle, and it was not ordinary to look at, and it could not be wrong. But what he didn't pay attention to was that the yellow dog, who usually took him around the woods, didn't take him many detours today, and at this time, the position of this person and a dog had already passed most of the footsteps of the mountainside.

Looking around, this is the path that the little beggar slowly found out in dozens of escapes, and the sage said, know yourself and know your opponent, you must first see which beast's nest it is, so as to prepare. But he looked around for a long time, only to find a cute little brown monkey cub on the fruit tree, looking at him with big eyes, full of curiosity.

The little beggar waited for a long time, but still did not see any big beast, but the little monkey on the tree, while staring at himself, gnawed many fruits. Now the little beggar couldn't wait, it turned out that they were all little leather monkeys who did the same business, but they were emboldened.

Thinking about it, the little beggar ran to the side of the fruit tree in three or two steps, and was about to climb up with his legs, but before he could climb the trunk of the tree, a red and green fruit was thrown at him. The little beggar reached out to catch the fruit, and was stunned, unable to understand, so he had to climb up again. But this time he had just stretched out his hand, and a fruit was dropped again, and it was stretched out again, and it was thrown again. The little beggar's heart was about to bloom suddenly, but he was really a sensible monkey cub, and he saved himself the effort of climbing the tree.

One person and one monkey, one on and off, had a good time, but suddenly a crisp sound came, and there was a slap in the face, but before the little beggar could react, a pair of big feet kicked him in the face, and fell to the ground for a small distance.

What caught my eye was a monkey with a red body, and its hair was as red as a bright fruit tree, and it was impossible to distinguish it. The little beggar just stood up, jumped up again, rushed to him, bit down on his arm, picked at the little beggar's hair and face with both arms, and grabbed it fiercely, and immediately scraped out a red stripe, which was about to ooze blood.

The little brown monkey on the side clapped his hands and was happy, picking green and red fruits and throwing them at the little beggar, but where did he care about this.

The little beggar who was suffering from pain whipped violently, and with a limp in his hand, the short whip was struck at the monkey, but as soon as he struck it, his wrist shook violently, and the heavy whip was heavily whipped on the ground at the feet of the red monkey, and it was so frightened that it jumped far away. The little beggar who took his head back, looked at the two rows of bloody tooth marks left on his arm, his little face was twisted together, and he whipped the ground a few more times before he was frightened and the red monkey jumped back to the fruit tree and hooked the little monkey around his back.

The little beggar glared fiercely, grabbed the whip and ran away. But the frightened red monkey refused to let go, so he simply did not go to the ground, climbed the branches between the dense forests, and his body spread out, and a few scurried, but the speed was no slower than that of the little beggar on the ground. Now the little beggar will be in trouble, he can't fight, he can't hide in the tree, he runs on the ground, the monkey on the tree is still picking green fruits and throwing them, picking his head and melon seeds.

After running for a long distance, the movement in the trees suddenly stopped, and the little beggar was overjoyed, but then a mournful whistle made him panic. In the distance, there seemed to be movement coming from all sides, and he only then reacted to the cry of the red monkey. But I understand, this leg is not enough, but it is a four-legged yellow dog, and every time he sends himself to run, he is unjust.

The little beggar spread his legs and ran hard, but there were more and more red monkeys behind him, and the big and small green fruits were smashed in a row. Although he has practiced the ability to dodge stones, he can't dodge the fruit that is smashed from all directions, and if he can't dodge, he has to hit a lot of hard heads. Fortunately, not all monkeys have the speed of a little beggar, but the dozen or so chasing after him are enough for him to drink a pot.

The little beggar didn't know how long he had been running, and in the pursuit of the red monkey all the way, he picked the way and dodged and hidden, and suddenly a tiger roar exploded not far from him, and the light in the little beggar's eyes suddenly lit up. But not long after he got up, he sank down sharply. The group of ferocious red monkeys behind him didn't care about the roar of the tiger, they were not afraid, and there were a lot of fruits to be lost.

The little beggar saw the figure of a black and white striped tiger from a distance, wasn't it the king of the mountain who had trapped himself for two days? Suddenly, the tired little heart was pinched again, and the little beggar hurriedly turned around to run, and had to hope that the ruthless character would not look down on him, however, how dare the movement along the way escape the pair of beast ears of the striped tiger, just stared at it, and chased the little beggar from a distance.

The little beggar's heart and liver are going to tremble, and the trees and the ground are all dead end this time. He scolded the yellow dog in his heart, but he didn't dare to slack off at all.

The little beggar, who had just turned the aisle, suddenly saw a group of twenty or thirty people, appearing in front of him about half a mile away, and the bright light in his eyes lit up.

The monkeys behind him were chasing closely, and the tigers were getting closer and closer to them.

The little beggar rushed straight towards the group, the twenty or thirty men dressed in the same style of black, who were walking in the middle of a young man in white, saw the little beggar rushing over, and immediately harvested in a circle, and the palm of his hand lightly pressed the sword box on his waist, and there was a green light to appear.

"Young master. A man in black saluted the young man in white in the middle.

"Ready, kill them all. The man in black didn't say a word, but the young man understood it, and just said coldly, with a rolling killing intent surging in his eyes.