The rest of the road from Lizi Town to Qiancheng, the little beggar walked very dangerously, and what about the official road, sometimes the beasts in the mountains are much more beautiful than the human heart. Therefore, the moment he saw Lao Zhaohua at the Qiancheng Pass, he no longer dared to support it, and he fell to the ground as soon as it was dark, stirring up a burst of loess. The little beggar is indeed covered with bruises, but where are the real scars that can be understood by the physical pain.

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Early that morning, the little beggar walked from the north gate of Lizi Town to the official road to Qiancheng, but as soon as he left Lizi Town, what was waiting for him was not a smooth road, but a group of fierce and greedy eyes. When he saw the cringing pie in that crowd, he understood it all. The human heart can be kind, but life will not allow it.

When a group of beggars, big and small, stopped the little beggar's way, the little beggar knew that he couldn't leave, even if he couldn't go back. It doesn't matter if he runs fast enough or not, but he knows the group of beggars well and knows how terrible it is for the beggars to have a common interest, even if they have to fight for it afterwards.

"Boy, this piglet is good, where did you steal it?" a beggar in front of him picked his teeth and looked at the little beggar playfully. The mouth full of yellow teeth is disgusting, where can a small bamboo skewer be scraped clean.

The little beggar looked at the person talking opposite in silence and said nothing.

The words that the old head said when he said goodbye to the little beggar were very good, bright and dark. The young beggar grew up in the dark and had seen the bloodiest and dirtiest scenes in the alleys and alleys, so as young as he was, he would always consider the darkest side of human nature. It can be said that he is simple and unpretentious, he has his own principles, very simple, even if he does not need to impress him with a word, he can regard a little beggar he first knows as a close person.

"Ho, it doesn't matter where you stole it. Uncle, I haven't eaten wild boar for a long time. The yellow-toothed beggar saw that the little beggar did not respond, so he was a little displeased, put down the hand holding the bamboo stick, and raised his eyes to look at the little beggar coldly.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, don't be angry, I'll go talk to him. The big cake that was clasped on the side laughed twice, and looked at the yellow-toothed beggar with a flattering face.

The yellow-toothed beggar snorted angrily at the flatbread: "Hurry up." ”

"Yes, yes. ”

The big cake that was released ran excitedly towards the little beggar opposite, and reached out to hug the wild boar cub in his arms: "Listen to my brother, Brother Zhou is the big head of the beggar in this neighborhood, give it to him, don't suffer." As soon as he finished speaking, the hand that the flatbread stretched out was slapped away by the little beggar before it touched the piglet.

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while, and the beggars behind him were still watching, if he didn't make a name for the big cake, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to mix it up in the future. Thinking about it, he said sharply to the little beggar: "Flower beggar, don't you don't cry when you don't see the coffin!" While drinking, he kept signaling the little beggar with his eyes, his eyes were full of anxiety.

But the little beggar ignored his gaze, and still looked at the group of beggars on the opposite side with hatred.

The cake seemed to realize that this matter was not easy to handle, and directly snatched it into the little beggar's arms, but was pushed hard by the little beggar and fell to the side. At this move, a group of people who had been eyeing each other for a long time also moved and rushed towards the little beggar.

The loess was excited, raising the sand and gravel all the way, the little beggar was holding the wild boar cub to death, but he refused to let go, and rushed left and right in the beating of a group of little beggars, knocking down many of them, but after all, he couldn't stand the crowd. He gritted his teeth and kept ramming, and he didn't know how many punches and kicks fell on him, but without saying a word, the wild boar cub in his arms was strangled and screamed.

The two sides collided fiercely, and when the wild boar cub in the little beggar's arms was brutally dragged out, the heart-rending cry exploded outside the town, causing the clouds to scatter and fly away, leaving only the trembling figure on the ground.

The little beggar didn't know how long he had been lying on the ground, and no one would pay attention to a beggar who seemed to be dead. The bread was the last to leave, and when the group of beggars, who had won the victory and kicked the little beggar a few more times, left, the bread looked at the little beggar with a heavy look, and without saying a word, he followed into the smoke and dust raised on the way back to town, and gradually disappeared.

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The road from Yecheng to Qiancheng was not completed by the little beggar within a month, even if he did not cultivate in the ancient head family for many days. How can there be anything in the book, what kind of young man is high-spirited and brave in the rivers and lakes, he is just a little beggar, and he is not a character in the book. No one told him how dangerous and cruel this road was, Lao Hua didn't, and the old head who had seen through it early in the morning didn't say anything, and he had to suffer the ups and downs of this road.

It is said that everything is difficult at the beginning, and it is indeed difficult to get out of the town and fall from the sky, but the spacious official road is not only the territory of wandering beggars, but also the rampant bandits and wolves. The bandit caught a tattered beggar, and he had to get angry all day, so he had to take the little beggar out of anger, beating and scolding, but fortunately, it was not rare to break the beggar's humble life, and he left when he was tired. But the wolf did not dislike it, and at night it lit up its faint green eyes, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the lone prey.

One month and eight days, the little beggar counted clearly, and when he saw the familiar figure waiting for him at the gate again, the whole world suddenly became warm again.

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Qiancheng, City God Temple.

The little beggar, who had been sleeping for several days, finally opened his eyes slowly, couldn't stand up, and seemed to have all his bones scattered, so he had to tilt his head and look around. The temple was broken, the cobwebs were all over the place, and the stone statues of the gods were worn away by the wind and sand, and the familiar sense of comfort that had been used suddenly came up, and in an instant, tears continued to slide down the cheeks of the little beggar, mixed with the dusty stone slabs. This is his eternal home.

"Yo, I'm still crying. Lao Hua, who practiced fart kung fu outside the door early in the morning, glanced inside and said jokingly.

"You're embarrassed to say that it's dusty and weird, and you don't sweep it. ”

"I'm waiting for your little beggar to come back and sweep it. Phew, the bamboo broom next to it is all done for you. ”

The little beggar looked in the direction pointed by the old flower, and a bamboo broom was quietly leaning against the wall, as if waiting for the little man who had not been seen for a long time. The little beggar's tears flowed down again, staring, just not wanting it to flow.

"It doesn't hurt. ”

Lao Hua asked, the little beggar couldn't hold back any longer, closed his mouth tightly, tears fell to the ground in strands, sucked and sucked in his nose, but still didn't open his mouth. After waiting for a long time, he cried again and said with a smile: "The book says that there is a small scene." ”

But before Lao Zhaohua could laugh at him, the little beggar was anxious and said excitedly: "Lao Hua, I met an immortal on the road." ”

The old flower was stunned by the little beggar's sudden turn, but his expression dimmed without a trace. Did you only meet the immortals?

"Oh? How did you meet that?"

The little beggar suddenly became a little embarrassed, and blushed: "I learned from you to go to the mountains to hunt wild boars, and I was beaten by wild boars, and the immortals saved me." As he spoke, he laughed.

"Amazing how to hide from rocks?"

The little beggar didn't answer, and continued to the old man: "The immortal can say that I have an immortal fate, which seems to mean that." ”

"Like?"

"Well, I don't understand what he's saying, probably so. Always said in a fog, like the appearance of a master in the book, and caused me to be dizzy and spit blood, but it hurts. ”

Hearing this, Lao Hua suddenly fell silent. Sure enough, even he can't help it?

"Presquab. ”

"Huh?"

"I want to learn monasticism. The little beggar looked at the old flower seriously, and there were some different things in her eyes.

"Don't you want to learn to cultivate thieves and save the little beggars?"

"The old fairy can say, everything is the way, and thieves are also the way, don't try to fool me. ”

Lao Hua looked at the poor man in front of him who was forced to laugh, his eyes unconsciously dimmed many times, and finally nodded silently. But where is it so easy to cultivate......