Time seemed to have changed a lot faster with a heavy "sky breaking" from the old flowers. The little beggar still called up the old flower early every day to throw stones, from the beginning of the bruises, to now can avoid most of the falling rocks, it has been a month. During these times, the two of them seemed to have a very tacit understanding and did not say much, pondering different questions in their hearts.

"It's decided?" Lao Hua looked at the panting little beggar in front of him, from being beaten to catching a few stones now, and he was able to throw a few old flowers back and forth with his free hand, and the little beggar was beaten indispensably.

"Hmm. Also learn. ”

"Don't you see the demeanor of the top ten masters?"

"Many little beggars are kinder than the unseen Ten Masters. The little beggar grinned.

"You're not tall. ”

"I'm still growing. ”

Lao Hua and the little beggar, the old and the young, couldn't understand what they said.

The decision had to start a week ago. Lao Hua took the little beggar to the mouth of the river in Yeshui to catch fish to eat, and before the fish touched, he saw a figure floating far away on the river, driven down by the river. The bloated body can no longer be seen, and it can only be distinguished from the size of the body that it is about five or six years old, but the tattered cloth on the body is enough to show the identity.

The little beggar watched the bloated figure float in front of him, and he did not try to retrieve the man in the water, but only watched in silence. This is already a very common sight, over the years, I have walked through the village with the old flowers, and I have seen many little beggars who can't stand the winter and freeze to death, starve to death, and even be beaten to death. When he was a little girl, he opened his eyes and dragged Lao Hua all the way to look over, and there was no pit, but his hand holding Lao Hua became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to remember their appearance.

"Old flowers, are there many happy beggars like us?" "No. ”

"Are there fewer beggars like him?" ”

The little beggar asked Lao Hua two questions, and then stopped talking. Although he had already thought through the question, he still wanted to ask Lao Hua, expecting a different answer from his mouth. Looking at the river rolling away in front of him, the little beggar suddenly made a decision about the question that Lao Hua asked a few days ago.

"Do you want to cultivate?"

"I want to fix thieves. Cultivation can't save the little beggars, and the cultivators won't starve to death. The little beggar looked at the old man and looked at the flower with a serious face.

"Good. ”

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The little beggar walked alone on the mountain road, and the old man didn't know where to go, so he pointed in a direction, threw down a sentence, and walked to the next big city, Qiancheng, within a month. After saying that, Lao Hua ran away by himself, leaving him nothing, leaving the little beggar alone at a loss.

The little beggar pondered for a long time, and he had no head or brain, but he thought that he was empty-handed, and he had nothing to take on the road, so he patted his ass and set off. He has read novels, and the book calls this a "test", which is only done by the big sects. However, the people who can often pass the test in the book are the great characters in the future sect, and they want to inherit the mantle, and it seems that Lao Hua is also ready to pass on my big means.

The little beggar who wanted to understand went straight to the mountain, and he wanted to go, but he didn't understand it when he went around, and the old flower only compared one direction, and he couldn't lose it if he followed.

It was already close to the summer scene, and the scorching sun was still very cannibalistic, and after a few hours, the little beggar was lying on the side of the mountain stream and gulping water. Fortunately, I didn't take the official road, or I didn't have shade and no forest, I really suffered. After the most poisonous period of the sun, the little beggar hurried on the road again, and while it was dawning, he had to climb the mountain today and go to the other side for the night.

However, before he had walked a few steps, a rustle of small bushes came to mind, and the little beggar who was walking was stunned and bumped into a wild boar who came to drink water by the stream. When the little beggar's brain slipped around, the fright on his face turned into a joy, and he happily thought about the arrival of dinner.

And the wild boar was stunned for a moment, and then rushed over with its fangs, without the slightest fear of people, let alone a hairy boy. The little beggar looked at the rushing boar and sucked the halazi, he had seen the ability of the old flower to fight the wild boar, and he could beat a big boar down in three or two clicks, so he had to snort coaxingly. I also learned most of the skills of the old flowers, and I think it's not bad.

If the old flower is here at this time, he will definitely give him a slap in the back of the head. Just the ability to hide from the stones, dare to call most of them?

The little beggar rubbed his hands and rushed towards the boar, but the boar in front of him was startled, and then rushed towards it at a faster speed. There are also two brushes in the hand of the little beggar, stretched out his hand, grabbed the two fangs of the wild boar, put on a lunge, and wanted to grab the fangs to the top, but found that a strong force came in his hand, and the wild boar was against the head and slashed, but he was taken back and quickly retreated.

The little beggar was in a mess for a while, how could it be different? The little beggar who suddenly fell into a dilemma let go, and it wasn't okay if he didn't let go. Let go, the sharp and shining fangs can poke at their intestines, don't let go, the soles of the feet kicked violently, the loess was raised for a while, but it still fell back unstoppably, and the straw sandals on the soles of the feet were grinding hot and painful.

"Bang-" Suddenly a loud noise came, and the little beggar turned several corners with the wild boar that came from the top and crashed into a big tree, and with the falling leaves, the little beggar felt as if his whole body and bones were about to fall apart. The head was smashed in a daze, and the reaction slowed down, and the wild boar that was on the top arched fiercely twice, and two long blood cuts were rubbed out of the left arm, and the blood kept gushing out.

The little beggar who was in pain immediately came back to his senses and kicked at the wild boar in a hurry, but the wild boar only screamed in pain, and was not kicked away as the little beggar thought. This made him panic, his hands were pressed against the two fangs, and the stinging pain at the wound came violently, stirring the whole face of the little beggar together, and gritting his teeth, but he couldn't hold off the wild boar a little, but his two hands were shaken, and because of the force, blood was gurgling out.

The little beggar stepped on his feet, followed the tusks of the wild boar, hurriedly squeezed out of the gap on the side, and staggered two steps. The wild boar momentum behind him was suddenly unloaded, paused, and rushed towards the person in front of him. The little beggar didn't dare to go back, so he hurriedly ran back around the trunk of the tree to the other side, but fortunately, he was also a wild boy who was crawling in the mountains, and he climbed towards the tree with a leap.

Just hugged the trunk of the tree a little relieved, but the sturdy boar was not easy to greet, a few sprints to the trunk of the tree, "knock, knock, knock......" every time the little beggar's heart trembled, even with a little sliding down, and grabbed the boar sprint, hurriedly kicked two steps up the tree, a man and a pig just like that constantly stalemate. The blood that flowed from his arm fell to the ground along the lines of the trunk, and the little beggar gritted his teeth, carrying the sting pain of the wound being deeply pierced by the rough bark.

After all, it was the little beggar who climbed to the top of the tree one step faster, and the vicious boar probably felt that the thin arms and legs of the mouth flew after hitting it for a long time, coaxed twice, and left unwillingly. At this time, the little beggar finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief, and the sweat on his face, back, and chest suddenly gushed out, his pale lips were not angry at all, and the tingling pain in his forearm suddenly intensified many times, and his brows were twisted together.

Not only sweat, but tears also rolled down from his eyes, and an unknown emotion struck his chest, making the little beggar open his mouth wide and bury his head in his chest and breathe in front of his chest. Blood ran down his arms, then to his fingertips, and finally to the ground. The little beggar bit the corner of his ragged clothes and said, "Boom-", with some difficulty, he tore off a strand of cloth, pulled it with his mouth and tied it to the upper end of his forearm, and then leaned heavily on the branch, motionless.

The night is getting late, and the clear moon in the mountains is swaying through the shadows of the trees, but there is a little bit of beauty, but no one dares to appreciate it anymore. The woods were dark and dreary, with the sound of wild beasts trampling dead leaves and branches, heavy wheezing, and the sound of running water in the distance. All these sounds sounded extremely subtle and sharp to the ears of the little beggar in the trees, and the clear moonlight reflected the eyes in the black oppressive woods. He didn't dare to breathe loudly, just stiffened in a position and waited for the dawn to come.

When the first rays of sunlight from the east shone into the eyes of the little beggar, the stalemate figure finally dared to bow down slightly, but gritted his teeth for a while because of muscle soreness. I have never looked forward to the dawn so much, just like when I was a child, I was hungry for many days and then ate baked sweet potatoes. The little beggar watched as the light in the east grew bigger and brighter, becoming a comfort to many who were alive.

Only when the sore and numb muscles stretched out did he slowly slide down the trunk, and when he looked up, a dark red mark was drawn on the thorny trunk, which had long since dried in the wind, but it was still dazzling.

The little beggar held his arm and came to the stream again, but he was no longer as happy as last time because he was thirsty and had water to drink. Seeing that he was cleaning the wounds and blood, while raising his head and staring at the wind and grass around him, he suddenly understood the word "cautious" in the book.

The little beggar, who had taken care of his wounds, carefully picked some herbs for the treatment of skin wounds along the stream, hammered them with stones, applied them to the two deep wounds, and carefully wrapped them with strips of rags. Fortunately, I crawled in the ravine with the old flowers, and I still have some skills in finding medicine.

This injury has made the little yelling flower who is in a hurry to grind his bones to the sobriety, and he doesn't dare to learn the first-class skills of other young heroes. People are on the road, three points of strength is used to catch up with the foot, seven points of real life has to be used to save life, not as chic as the book says, are not known to have the sun tomorrow or not, to say, every day to see the arms and legs a lot less, the sun is not there is a real thing.

The young man who went on the road didn't dare to look at the scenery in the deep mountains and forests, the little birds and birds were all man-eating monsters, and the road under his feet had to be paid more attention to, they were all snakes and beasts, and they had to be polite.