At the foot of Manggu Mountain, there is a village surnamed Hu, and there are several peasant households scattered in the village, all of whom are surnamed Hu, guarding the barren land, relying on God to reward food, and always have no food in disaster years. One of the huts was the most dilapidated and lacking repairs, and the man of the house had moved in from out of town only a few years earlier.

A child with a muddy face and shabby and dirty clothes, about three or four years old, was looking down for something in the huge bluestone pile.

This Manggu Mountain is located in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a strange creature called stick insect, this creature is like a centipede, there are 100 knots on the body, there are 100 feet under the 100 knots, all of them are as big as a fist. I saw this dirty child skillfully moving the half-human-high rock. After a while, he tumbled over a messy rock to a wormhole, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and smiled stupidly.

He stood up and kicked down, and the granite boulder, which was as tall as half a man, shattered, and the debris of the boulder poured out of the cracks between his toes like mud.

The stick insect in the crack of the stone was frightened and crawled out and wanted to escape, the child took the opportunity to catch the hideous hundred-legged monster, only to see him directly pull off the head, and then swallow the stick insect that was still writhing a hundred legs alive, a sour smell came up, and he grinned with satisfaction.

At this time, an old woman came from another courtyard carrying a rattan basket, saw the child, looked at him lovingly, and shouted, "Silly child, don't eat these insects, my mother-in-law has brought you some food."

As he spoke, he took out a few black nests that were still warm from the basket he was carrying on his arm, "Child, eat quickly."

"Mother-in-law... It smells so good...", the child was elated, chewing heavily as he squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

This black nest is much better than the stick worm, and he looked at the kind white-haired mother-in-law as he ate, grinning innocently.

"Eat slowly, don't choke", the old woman stroked his immature face, watched him eat it in three or two bites, and said to herself, "This mountain is poor, your father died early, you eat so much, and your mother-in-law doesn't know how long she can take care of you, poor child, your father only told my wife before he died, his name is Zhu Biao, and nothing else was left."

In the distance, under the thatched hut, the old farmer squatted beside the scarred millstone, smoking a dry cigarette and watching this scene, and sighed.

Everyone in the village knew that the child had a hard life, his father died not long after he was born, and his mother died three years ago. A person lives with a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of porridge in the west, but this child has an amazing amount of food, and each family is not rich, and there is no surplus food. This child often went to the mountains to compete with those bears and wolves for food, and I don't know what method he used, those fierce black bears and wolves were all frightened by him, as long as he saw him from a distance, he turned around and ran, but he could often bring some game from the mountains to the villagers to open meat.

At this time, more than 30 Luwangfu cavalry walked towards the village from afar.

These cavalrymen began to chase after them last night, and when they finally saw a few families here, they immediately became excited.

One of the rangers stood in the saddle and pointed his saber at the tip of the child's nose, "Hey, I ask you, do you see a carriage passing by here?"

As soon as the old woman saw the questioning of this bright officer and soldier, she was already trembling with fright, and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, not daring to come out.

The child didn't kneel, still smirked innocently, and ignored him.

"Lao Tzu asked you, are you a fool?", the inquiring soldier scolded sharply, reversed the handle of the knife and smashed it on the top of the child's head with the back of the knife, the power of this knife is enough to crack the mountain, I am afraid that the child's brain will burst, and the old woman will be frightened.

The other pro-soldiers stood on the horse and smiled proudly, not caring at all, for them in the Luwang Mansion, killing someone was like pinching an ant to death.

Unexpectedly, the child's eyes were round, his hands clamped the saber that fell on top of his head, and he withdrew his hand, and the cavalry who asked him was caught off guard and fell off his horse.

Looking at the golden-armored cavalryman, he looked embarrassed, disheveled, with a blue nose and swollen face. The child sucked the rice scrap that had just fallen in his mouth with one finger, and smiled silly.

This pro-soldier was embarrassed in front of the general. He blushed all over his face, he had just been dragged off his horse by a three-year-old boy who had not paid attention to it, he didn't bother to straighten his armor, got up from the ground, took the saber handed by a cavalryman who came from the horse, and slashed at the child fiercely.

The child watched the saber stab, but still did not flinch, flashed sideways, grabbed the knife stiffly, and stabbed the saber through the gap in the neck armor of the pro-soldier.

This soldier who worked for the tiger covered his neck, and the red blood gushed from his neck, which instantly infected his clothes, and fell to the ground in response, and he didn't understand what happened until he died.

"Country boy, dare to kill the soldiers of the Lu Wangfu in vain?", the cavalry on the horse did not react until they saw their own soldiers fall to the ground, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and still didn't believe the scene in front of them, but it was true that a three-year-old child had just killed his own soldiers, and it only took one round.

The partial general Wang Mi didn't expect to be teased by a child in this wilderness, and he muttered in his heart, "This child is either born with divine power or has other strange powers?"

Originally, he was ordered to intercept and kill the Murong family in an attempt to take away Murong Ripple, but unfortunately he chased this fork in the road and lost his trace. Thinking about this fork in the road just now, he thought that they might have gone up the mountain, so he turned his horse and came back to search carefully, and was killed by a village boy in this poor country.

He knew King Lu's temper, and this embarrassing thing could not be spread to the palace, otherwise he would definitely be served by King Lu with a military stick.

The cavalry on the horse instantly quieted down, no longer frowning and dancing, and quietly waited for Wang Mi to give an order.

The corners of Wang Mi's mouth curled slightly, and two words came out of his mouth, "Kill your mouth".

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the village who was alive was killed by these well-trained thugs.

The child looked at the thatched hut where the fire was lit, and the mother-in-law who was lying in a pool of blood beside him, and hot tears flowed from his eyes. More than a dozen horsemen formed a circle around him to prevent him from escaping.

"Mother-in-law...", tears rolled down his dark eyes, and he shook his mother-in-law with a wooden voice.

A brave cavalryman went around the child's back, and stepped forward, and the steel spear stabbed out, trying to stab the child through the back of the heart.

The strange thing is that the child seemed to have eyes behind his back, and with a loud shout, he forcibly tore the cavalryman and the horse in half, threw it out and smashed it at the cavalry who rushed up head-on. The war horse that crisscrossed the battlefield was thrown by him, and his brain suddenly cracked, his muscles and bones were broken, and he fell to the ground.

"What a natural Vajra realm", Wei Zhongcheng watched the four-year-old kid grab the gun and tear the war horse in one go, standing on the high slope, shaking the feather fan and exclaiming.

Wang Mi didn't expect the child to have such power. He waved his hand, and the followers behind him raised the yellow flag in their hands, and the cavalry sword was sheathed. He drew his bow and arrows from the quiver at his waist, and took the horn bow from his back, and the bow was like a full moon, and a rain of arrows shot towards the child.

"What a vicious method".

Listening to the sound of clanging swords colliding, the feathered arrows shot by more than thirty horsemen all flew away, and a dead tree with the thickness of its arms fell to the ground in response, and it was full of shaking arrow clusters.

Wang Mi looked up and saw three people standing in front of the child.

A young man in a mink coat held a gorgeous sword in his hand, and the arrows just now seemed to be flying by him, and the girl holding an umbrella behind him had a good posture, and the water was crystal clear, which was extremely rare in Huizhou.

The sable Qiu boy put the sword on his shoulder, full of indifference, and looked at this partial general who was famous for slaughtering the city with an indifferent face.

Behind him stood an old monk in purple clothes and white eyebrows, with a yellow cloth burden on his back, a Buddha on his face, and his hands folded to look here.

"This rumored young master in the mansion is not as muddy as rumored, and he can't support the wall", Han Yao watched Yang Ze just show his hand of "sword sweeping the desert" and knock all the powerful bows and arrows away, and secretly admired in his heart.

"I'm going to decide on this sword in the young man's hand", Wang Mi, a battle-hardened butcher, has seen the world and fell in love with the sword in the young man's hand at a glance.

"Amitabha, donor, forgive and forgive", the old monk folded his hands and bowed to the king's butcher.

"Hmph, where did the old bald donkey come from, he dared to obstruct the Lu Wangfu on an errand, this is a great crime of rebellion", the butcher Wang Mi said coldly on the horse.

This twelve-year-old general who fought with Tianwei General Lu Wenyong in the south and the north, originally had the opportunity to follow the general into the main military department, and at worst he was also the official rank of the squire of the military department. But he didn't follow Lu Wenyong to the royal city, and now he has only survived to the third grade in the Luwang Mansion. Years of depression have long worn out his sharpness back then, and now his mind is thinking about how to scavenge rare treasures, honor King Lu, and earn fame.

In this Huizhou, there has never been a strong dragon to suppress the head of the snake, the masters in the palace are like clouds, and the martial artists of the rivers and lakes have disappeared from the territory of King Lu, and they don't even dare to let go of a fart. He looked back at the more than 30 horsemen, they were all the best soldiers of the Huizhou garrison, and the ordinary reckless rogues were not their opponents at all.

He muttered in his heart, "This kind of face-damaging thing, killing a merchant who doesn't know whether to live or die halfway, no matter how powerful he is, is he as powerful as the Huizhou soldiers and horses? Okay, they are looking for their own death, and I will fulfill them", he glanced at the group of people standing on the hillside, although the two women on the mountain were wearing hats, they were even more beautiful than the girl holding the umbrella behind the white-clothed mink Qiu boy, and from the posture, they definitely belonged to the daughter of the Murong family. He reached out and stroked his short beard, smashed his tongue to taste, and thought in his heart, "Although the beauty of the palace is like a cloud, there is really no such posture." If only I could snatch it back and honor the lustful King Lu. As soon as King Lu is happy, he will definitely get a lot of bounty, and maybe he will be able to hold an official position of the third grade."

His gaze swept over him, and he felt a gaze on the hillside burn him. He had to look up again, although the old man in the crowd had slightly white temples, he was a little familiar, and his eyes were full of essence, and suddenly his heart shook violently, and he was no longer so confident.

"Don't come to General Wang", Luo Zi stood on the hillside, spoke first, put his hands behind his back, and looked majestic, glancing at the "butcher" who shocked Nanliang back then.

"Old General Luo?", the butcher Wang Mi squinted his eyes, he didn't expect Luo Zi, who had split his sword off the horse, to appear here, he looked suspiciously at the eye-catching young man standing in front of Luo Zi, and muttered in his heart, "Yes, that young man must be the young master of the Yang family who traveled in simple clothes as mentioned in the secret report, although Luo Zi, the sword in his sleeve, is not of high grade in the Beifu soldiers, but he is the most noble and arrogant, conceited and full of martial arts, and has never put others in his eyes, so although there are many grades of military merits, it is not high."

"The dignified dynasty is a third-grade general, why bother with a child?", Luo Zi waved his sleeves and said righteously.

"General Luo doesn't know anything, it's not the last general to make it difficult, but this kid is only four years old, but he killed the prince's own soldiers in vain, and the crime is not punishable", Wang Mi said respectfully.

Ye Qingxuan walked slowly downhill and pulled the child to her side, "Phew, the dignified dynasty general, you also say this, you are really ashamed, this is a careless life", she lowered her head and stroked the child. took out the silk handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood from his face for him, and frowned at the Wang Mi who was standing on a horse and squinting.

"For my sake, let him go", Luo Zi walked slowly, the sleeves of his robe trembled, Wang Mi watched his every move nervously, for fear that the sword in his sleeve would be split, if it wasn't for Luo Zi's mercy, I am afraid that he would have died for many years.

The white-eyed monk in front of him, and the middle-aged lean man behind the young man who pressed his hand on the double-pronged knife, looked at the old woman who had nothing to do with herself, and all of them were murderous.

He thought about it, just with the more than 30 rides in his hands, it was not enough for Luo Zi to stuff his teeth, it was impossible to take this child away today, so it was better to get off the donkey and send Luo Zi a personal favor.

He figured this out, hugged his fists and said, "Since General Luo is involved in this matter, Wang will let him go today, forgive Wang for his official business today, how offended, and I hope General Luo will forgive me", after speaking, he bowed his hand, waved his hand, and several cavalrymen dismounted to clean up the corpses of a few dead soldiers.

"Thank you General Wang for your mercy," Luo Zi stopped and smiled.

Wang Mi glanced at the child fiercely, and with a wave of his hand, several cavalrymen came down to load the dead on horseback, and more than thirty horsemen slowly retreated, raising bursts of yellow sand.

"Little brother, do you still have relatives?", Yang Ze squatted in front of the child and comforted.

"No... Mother-in-law...", the child lay on the white-haired old woman and tears rained down. Thunder rolled in the sky, drifting rain poured down.

The old woman was not yet dead, and she still had things to worry about, she was woken up by the rain, and struggled to reach out and hold the child's hand, and refused to let go for a long time.

"Mother-in-law, don't worry, I will take care of him", it wasn't until Yang Ze said this sentence that the old woman finally let go of her already stiff hand and left, and the child cried.

The rain stopped, and new graves with the smell of fresh earth stood at the foot of Mangcang Mountain......

Huizhou Wengcheng usually as the important place of defending the city gate, after the four seas are leveled, it has already become a place for traders to come and go, at this moment the three religions and nine streams are like weaving, bustling.

In front of the city gate, there was already a Yang Mansion Hengyuan Tong business number horse shopkeeper with a few young men waiting, and finally looked forward to the Yang Mansion carriage and horse driving from the official road, and hurriedly greeted it.

Under the gate of Huizhou City, the officers and soldiers in thick armor checked one by one, scolding sharply from time to time, as if checking something, the carriage of Yangfu drove by, and the horse shopkeeper threw a few silver ingots to the captain who was guarding the city standing aside, "Captain Li, buy a pot of hot wine for the brothers to drink when it's cold."

"The shopkeeper is too polite, go slowly", the captain of the city guard slid the silver down his sleeve.

Waving his hand to the officers and soldiers who were investigating, several people immediately moved out of the way.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and passers-by avoided it.

As far as the eye could see, it turned out to be the official of the Huizhou prefect inside the city gate, driving several ox carts past the city gate. The ox cart was full of books.

"The rivalry between the Huangmen scholars and the Guozi Jian clan in the court is fierce, whoever is in power will burn the handwriting and books of the other faction, this national policy is unstable, how can it stabilize the world", Wei Zhongcheng looked at the ox cart in the distance, I don't know how many rare books and orphans in it, they will be burned, "I think that the original Shizu Emperor divided and ruled in order to prevent unauthorized power, but I didn't expect to cause the situation of passing the buck to each other in the dynasty now."

From time to time, pedestrians stopped and pointed at the ox cart, saying things like "ridiculous".

Wild goose returns to the building.

Everyone was hungry for a long time, Yang Ze chose a middle position and sat down, and Wei Zhongcheng, Ye Qingxuan, and Liu Ru sat down in turn.

Monk Ziyi and the others naturally sat at a table next to them in order, Han Yao sat alone in the corner and seemed extremely reluctant to be with a monk and a rude man like Ding Wei, and Yang Ze also went with him.

Yang Ze specially ordered a table of dishes for the child, and the child kept shouting at his mother-in-law all the way, and the maid Huang Yi bought him two strings of sweet and sour rock sugar gourds, so that he could stop his sadness and burst into laughter.

The child didn't care about the others, and ate a whole table of banquets, and the shopkeeper who was burning the old wine was dumbfounded.

However, this young man in fur with a gorgeous sword hanging from his waist is not bad for money, the more he eats, the better, the shopkeeper stood behind the counter, dialed the abacus beads, and a pair of small eyes turned drippingly.

The shopkeeper had just brought out a jar of wine from under the cabinet and was about to deliver it to Yang Ze's table. When passing by Han Yao's table, for some reason, he stumbled under his feet, and actually dropped this pot of good old wine on the ground, and the old wine dripped.

The shopkeeper came out of the cabinet in distress, "You poor ghost embryo, you deserve to be poor for the rest of your life", he scolded and kicked the young man's ass a few times, thinking that this month's salary is not wanted.

The young man looked aggrieved and made amends, and looked at Han Yao sitting in the corner sadly, Han Yao's ravine-crisscrossed old face always looked out of the window, ignoring him, the young man's aggrieved tears were rolling in his eyes, he bit his lip hard, and finally couldn't hold back and didn't let the tears flow out.

Yang Ze looked at the maid in yellow.

"Shopkeeper, we bought this wine", Huang Yi got up and took two taels of silver and handed it to the shopkeeper.

"Oh, hello guest officer, good people have good rewards".

"The poor ghost embryo also hurried to give the guest officer a pot of the best old wine", the boss who had just cried with a sad face like his dead father and mother immediately nodded his head. Holding the little guy's ear and asking him to bow down and thank him, the tears still slipped from the little guy's eyes after all, fluttering, and I don't know whether he was moved or sad.

"Go", the maidservant Huang Yi comforted, and the young man hurriedly wiped his tears with his sleeve, and went to burn the old wine.

"This pedestrian is really arrogant, like a gentleman from Jiangnan, who knew that he should add two taels of silver to the banquet", the boss felt that there were fewer slaughterers, and he was very worried.

After a while, the shopkeeper reopened a pot of old wine, and Yang Ze and Wei Zhongcheng drank it by themselves.

"Little brother, what's your name?", the maid Huang Yi looked at this tiger-headed, very cute child. Children are lively by nature, and they are reluctant to eat and hold a string of rock sugar gourds like crystal agate.

"I don't know, I haven't had a father or mother since I was a child", the child saw the kind questions of these fairy-like sisters, so he said quietly.

"People are born to their parents, how can they not have a father and mother?", Ye Qingxuan answered with a smile, looking at the child with clear eyes, the child looked up at him, looking dazed, "If there are parents, why don't they take care of me?" he muttered in his heart.

"Look at your tiger brain, then I'll call you Yang Hu in the future, what do you think?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the young master who was drinking on the other side, as if he was asking for his sight, Yang Ze nodded.

"Tiger and tiger are powerful, good name", Wei Zhongcheng praised with his sparse beard.

"Yang Hu", the child grinned, he finally had a name.

When he arrived at the guest room on the second floor, Yang Ze was about to take a nap.

There was a "boom", and something fell from the beam.

Yang Ze got up and looked, it turned out to be a bloody human head, the skull wound was neat and smooth, and then the limbs and body fell to the ground.

There was a "clanging" outside the door, and the sound of swords clattering in the room, followed by several screams.

He looked up at the roof, and saw that the old woman Hanyao didn't know when she went up to the beam, silently. At this moment, she fell from the beam of the room, and a single knife out of the sheath in her hand was dripping with blood.

"Young master, don't worry, the idea of a few thieves from the Wood Snake Gang to fight us has been dealt with", the Demon Sect Fairy Han Yao put away the dagger, stopped five steps away from Yang Ze, and bowed down and said.

"En", Yang Ze responded, "You made your hands and feet when the shopkeeper fell, right?", Yang Ze looked at this "blood massacre" that frightened the people of the rivers and lakes back then, and there were furrows on his face, and he couldn't bear to take a second look.

"Well, that pot of wine is poisonous, it's a very tricky poison, and I think it's like a trick of the "little poison king". It will only be fatal when the wine is mixed with the colorless and odorless poison smeared in the bowl on your table", Han Yao muttered in her heart, "After all, this young master has practiced some eyesight in Niutou Mountain, and he can see that it is me who makes the hands and feet."

"Oh, do you know the little poison king?", Yang Ze raised his foot, picked his foot, and asked curiously.

This devil, who has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades, didn't expect this young master to pick his feet in front of him, isn't this what the old groom who stayed in the stable all day did? Just now, the impression of the young master's demeanor during the day collapsed suddenly, Yang Ze found that she didn't speak, and looked up at her.

"Know, when he sees me, he has to call me uncle", the Demon Sect Fairy Han Yao's face was solemn, as if he was recalling the past.

"Then I'll rest assured, although the blue is better than the blue, but it's always difficult for the apprentice to be the master's opponent."

Han Yao didn't answer, she hadn't walked the rivers and lakes all these years, and she didn't know that the rivers and lakes were not what she was back then.

Yang Ze waved her hand, and she turned to leave.