Eight or nine-year-old boys, young men with nicknames Dogzi, after all, are also the people of the market who have seen the scene, and they have long known that Ye Zhiqiu, who is dressed in Taoist clothes, is very extraordinary, poof, and took the initiative to kneel down and kowtow three times.

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship. ”

The childish voice of the milky child is like the first cry of a young phoenix. Wumeng couldn't help but pout: "Take it, accept it! ”

In this way, it is not a forced apprenticeship. Ye Zhiqiu glared at Daoyou Wumeng viciously, and when he saw his hippie smiling face, his tightened face collapsed on its own.

"Well, the left and right are just inheriting the cooking skills of the poor way, limited to snacks and snacks, and it is not a big deal, and it is not hindered. It's cold on the ground, you should get up first!"

The little apprentice Gouzi immediately stood up, looking a little excited, but his hands were rubbing vigorously and nervously, and when he saw his teacher looking over, he didn't know where to put it.

Ye Zhiqiu carefully looked at the apprentice's body: "Your parents are old and have been hard for half a lifetime, so your vitality is a little insufficient, I am afraid that your longevity is not high, and it is not material for martial arts." Fortunately, your body has not yet grown, and your hands, feet, muscles and bones still have good elasticity and toughness. Anyway, the poor road will pass on your "Hee Breath Hee" five-character Taiyin true recipe, with the ancient method of five poultry plays, you can strengthen the body, muscles and bones several times stronger than ordinary people, as long as you don't fight with others, the ancient years can be expected. ”

Listening to these words in the ears of the young man and the shopkeeper, it was a thunderous roar, shaking the hearts of the people, and they couldn't help themselves for a long time.

After all, the young man in Taoist costume can be called a master with a single word, and he can be called a master, coupled with such a valuable recipe, he can give it away casually, and it is conceivable that this person's identity is absolutely extraordinary, and he is definitely not a warlock in the rivers and lakes.

Could it be that there are really masters from outside the world who have entered the world to walk, igniting the suffering masses of the common people? The owner of the store did not dare to think deeply, today's encounter was just a chance encounter, after all, the temper of the immortals is not easy to ponder, and when they see a good one, they will receive it as the best choice.

Later, Ye Zhiqiu, who didn't want to stay for a long time, finished eating the meat buns, drank a big bowl of hot tea, and wanted to come to the four treasures of the study room to record the Taiyin True Recipe and the Ancient Five Bird Plays, dried the ink, wrapped it and handed it to the eight or nine-year-old apprentices, and then got up and left with Wumeng, without a trace of fireworks.

The shopkeeper was in a agitated mood and couldn't calm down for a long time, but when he saw that there was enough ink and paper, he stepped forward and tried to recall what he had just heard, and patiently copied it with the limited knowledge he had learned for a few days.

The son still has filial piety, stepped forward and grabbed the old father's sleeve and gently pulled it a few times: "Daddy, I have firmly remembered what the little master said." ”

The owner of the store was naturally relieved in his heart, always thinking that the hard-won fairy fate could not be wasted, and he must send his son to the school.

Ye Zhiqiu and Wumeng walked on the street, he led the way in front, and rushed to the dock area in the south of the city. The two were silent, but in the end, Umeng couldn't help but speak.

"I didn't expect that you are still such a soft-hearted person, and your behavior is reasonable, and you are more refreshing than the famous and decent disciples I know. Thanks to us walking together, our peers will shout out and behave in a bright and upright manner. ”

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but sigh: "You are a disciple of the side sect, and I am a scholar of the left path." By chance, they swore an alliance with the blood of the Daomen. You only see one side of me, and over time, you will know what kind of person I am. ”

Wumeng's face suddenly became serious, and he didn't dare to test it anymore, so he nodded heavily: "I also know the truth of a thousand faces for one person, since you said that you want to establish a sect, there must be a thunder method, then we have to wait and see." ”

Ye Zhiqiu lightly bowed, the two continued to walk forward, as the morning sun gradually rose, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, there were traders who went into the city to sell farm products, and there were also handlebar types that transported goods out of the city.

On the road, there was a surge of people, shoulder to shoulder, even Wumeng, who had a face that was not close to anyone, and Ye Zhiqiu, who didn't look easy to mess with, began to be interspersed with people around him.

The barbarian face is Wumeng, but no one dares to provoke it, even if he wants to, he can't bump it. Ye Zhiqiu, who is dressed in Taoism, has a thin body, can't even hold up his clothes, and looks like a half-sized child, if it weren't for the detached temperament and the person with dark thoughts, I'm afraid he would already be figuring out the deeper relationship between the two.

When the two approached the dock area, a group of thieves who were gangsters on the street realized that if they didn't do it again, they would cross the line and step on the territory of their peers.

This kid mixed in the crowd, pretending not to care, and hit Ye Zhiqiu directly, and when he was about to bump into him, he seemed to suddenly find himself rude, and passed sideways through the gap between Wumeng and Ye Zhiqiu.

Just as he was close to him, the habitual thief quickly reached out of his left hand, the blade hidden under his fingernails, cut off the lock that tied the money bag, and his right hand just caught the heavy money bag, and he was about to get out.

Ye Zhiqiu's spiritual sense is so keen, Mo said that the money bag found in the Bai family's east wing, the heavy weight, it was full of silver coins, the moment he left the belt, he understood that he had been robbed, but he did not have any reaction to the angry attack, his right hand seemed to have eyes, and he lightly touched the back of the thief's hand, temporarily paralyzing his nerves, and his five fingers unconsciously loosened, and the money bag suddenly fell, and he took it back.

Immediately afterwards, he used a trick "Flying Dragon Cloud Exploration Hand", and with a light touch, he touched the most valuable gold silk bag on the thief's body, and there was only a small silver bell in it.

The three of them staggered, and the thief, who thought he had succeeded, immediately returned to the crowd and prepared to transfer the money bag to his accomplices and take it away, but unfortunately his right hand was empty and could not give anything to anyone.

Immediately afterwards, he found that the golden silk bag in his arms was missing, which was given by the good friends in Yihong Courtyard, which was equivalent to a token, and the testimony of the mountain alliance and sea oath disappeared.

Later, the leader of this gang of pickpockets learned the ins and outs, did not say anything, and after being silent for a long time, he sighed: "I hunt geese all year round, and I am blinded by the geese pecking today." Unexpectedly, that young man is still a master of this way! There are rumors on the rivers and lakes that monks and women and children should not be ignored, and it is true!"

"Big brother, what should I do? That trick is my life!"

When the pickpocket leader heard this, he couldn't help but slap him in the face: "What a fucking shame! The girls in Yihong Courtyard are used to coaxing people, and you dare to believe what they say? If it weren't for my brother's sake, I would have killed her a long time ago." ”

A half-sized guy who couldn't wake up and sank into the gentle township with a slap, endured the hot sting pain in his face, and stepped back without being soft or hard: "Big brother, Xiaohong is a Qing man, who only sells his art, not his body." She said that she was waiting for me, and as long as she scraped together enough money to redeem herself, she would marry her home, put her in the house, and give me a big fat doll. ”

The leader of the pickpocket shook his head again and again, snorted coldly, hated him for not being angry, and was actually obsessed with the women in the Qinglou, those women who fought in the Fengyue place, which one was a simple person, coaxed to sell people, and counted the money for her.

"That Dao man unknowingly retrieved the treasure, and took your bag with his hand, do you dare to ask him for it back......?"

Meddling is not a person who is carried away by love, fighting on the road in Jincheng, how much has a little eyesight, knowing that the Taoist is not easy to mess with, but he also takes the initiative to send it to the door, begging for a beating, isn't it?

"Could it be that the boss has a mind and looks down on me, and wants to borrow the hand of a master to send me away? If that's the case, don't blame my brother for being rude. ”

Intervening felt that the leader had a pimple in his heart, and he also had a little bad intentions, but when he didn't tear his face in the end, he still couldn't make a decision against the purpose for the sake of his brothers for many years.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look, people are on the docks, just ask someone, and everything will be clear." ”

The leader of the pickpockets waved his hand lightly, repelled the lookouts, eyeliner, flips, and fast legs in the group, and went to the dock with the intervention that had followed him for many years.

At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu and Wumeng arrived at the wharf with their front and back feet, and the crowds around them were surging, mostly anti-bag men who worked hard, hundreds of boats competed for the current on the Grand Canal, thousands of sails competed, and the draught of the big ship transporting grain was very deep, which made people wonder if if a wave would soak the grain inside.

As a person who came over, Wumeng persuaded: "The gang begging for a living here is not only the Cao gang like a behemoth, but also countless self-help organizations of hired workers. ”

Ye Zhiqiu laughed at himself: "I know!"