"Where have you been, lad. A blacksmith asked about Lonely Nameless's recent movements, and he walked back to where he had been.

However, being lonely and nameless is in a terrible mood, and I don't want to talk to people at all. So he walked on his own path, wandering on the streets.

The streets and alleys are left alone by lonely beggars, and the black clothes are allowed to stay at will during the day. He was pouring the jar into his mouth, and the wine was probably overflowing from his mouth. For some reason, there was always a sense of belonging, and he came to a blacksmith's shop again. Because the blacksmith was also good at wine, he was probably infected by him, and when he saw that the wine was gone, he asked the blacksmith for wine. Nameless looked at the blacksmith with the broken arm and said, "Can you lend me a little of the wine in your altar?" ”

Where can a blacksmith borrow wine to drink with him: "You can borrow anything, but you can't borrow wine." ”

When the lonely beggar waited for him to strike the iron, he was stunned for a while, snatched the wine jar, and wanted to drink it in a fit of anger, and said: "There is good wine there, and it is wasted, isn't this a pit man?" ”

Unexpectedly, the craftsman's movements were much faster than him, and he held down the wine jar with one hand. The man stared at himself with his eyes, and the lonely beggar laughed at him for having only one hand, so he grabbed it with both hands. If you can grab it, you can grab it, and if you can't grab it, forget it. The blacksmith smiled: "Drinking, but you have to rely on your ability, if you have the ability, you can take it." ”

The lonely beggar smiled knowingly and said: "You only have one hand, I'm afraid that others will say that I deceived you, and you can't do anything but take the wine jar." And you must hold the jar with this hand. ”

The man sent him forward with the jar of wine, which struck the lonely beggar. He stepped back, and as soon as the man's body went limp, he stood up, shook the wine with his hand, and poured a few more breaths. The lonely beggar dropped the weapon in his hand and struck it in a flash, and the blacksmith shuttled past his body at great speed.

When the lonely beggar turned around to grab it, he turned the jar upward, and the wine poured down from the air. The lonely beggar hit him with his hand, but the man threw his head up and drank and fought with him. The man watched the lonely beggar sweep his foot and then reach over with his hand to steal the wine. He jumped into the palm of the nameless hand and jumped again, and then grabbed the falling wine jar with his hand with the golden hook upside down.

He fell to the ground and staggered on the ground, and the lonely beggar saw him drink again, and flashed again. This one slipped along his hand, and he chopped the other one with his hand and chopped it to the ground. When the lonely nameless looked down, then the person could take a sip. The mouth is still purring, and the tongue is added to the edge of the mouth.

The lonely beggar tried his best to solve the problem but did not catch it, and like a monkey, he sometimes put the wine jar on his head, and sometimes hooked the wine jar with his feet. Not only did the lonely beggar not take the wine, but the clothes on his chest were accidentally torn by his hands. Lonely Sheng saw this piece of gold leaf and understood that he was a member of a lonely family, but he didn't have such a small nephew in his memory.

It was his wife who gave birth to him, no, she is a water-based poplar person, so who is the person in front of him? What is his connection with the lonely family? Lonely Sheng was really confused for a moment, and he was so stunned that the lonely beggar snatched the wine jar away. He poured a few gases, but by the time he took the third sip, the wine was gone.

The blacksmith said to the lonely beggar, "What is your name, young man?" ”

Lonely Nameless said to him angrily: "My surname is Lonely, you see if I'm lonely enough, my name is Nameless, you see that no one cares about me and no one has told me what my name is, I call myself Nameless." ”

"Lonely and nameless. The blacksmith thought, and suddenly remembered what had happened twenty years ago. The sister-in-law hugged the nephew of the full moon, and he was not surprised that the baby had survived, because he had also miraculously survived.

Lonely Sheng said: "Your mother is there." ”

The lonely beggar was silent, and the lonely victory seemed to understand something. He said, "This golden maple leaf on your chest." ”

"Oh, it's something I'm born with, a Peugeot that my father made for me when I was born, and it's a Peugeot that my family has been doing for the same time. ”

"Your father. ”

The lonely beggar is silent.

But after a while, the nameless wine came up, his head was a little dizzy, and his eyes were red. Lonely Sheng laughed, picked up the sword and staggered into the house, shutting the door. Lonely and nameless saw him take his things, and admired in the room: "A good sword, it is indeed a good sword." ”

"Give it back to me. "Lonely and nameless asked him for what belonged to him.

Soon his bamboo stick was thrown out of the window, and the bamboo stick was just a coat, and the sword was hidden in it. But after a while, the blacksmith's snoring was heard, and Nameless felt cold and hesitant.

Late at night, the old monk appeared, and Li Qingtian was accustomed to it and no longer had any fear in his heart. The old monk saw Li Qingtian copying the scriptures while practicing the martial arts in the scriptures, and said very diligently: "Little monk, what should you be guilty of stealing the martial arts in my scripture pavilion." ”

Li Qingtian looked at the ghost monk and said with a smile: "I went to Shaolin Temple to learn art, otherwise how would I take the position of martial arts champion? Otherwise, what is the point of me risking my life to come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion? Otherwise, how could they let me stay in Shaolin Temple to rewrite the scriptures?"

The old monk was very happy to see him ask three questions, and he was quite satisfied with his behavior when he saw him practicing his basic skills so hard. At least it didn't live up to the good times of youth.

"Although I want such a lofty dream, I can't get out! So what's the use of practicing martial arts, go out and grab it?" Li Qingtian was depressed in his heart, but focused on the scriptures. It was hoped that after copying this old scripture, the abbot would be able to remove him from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The old monk was obviously surprised: "Why do you have such thoughts, if everyone in the world who practices martial arts is like you, the world will not be in chaos." ”

Li Qingtian said rhetorically: "Immortals, I don't know whether you live or die in the rivers and lakes, if you are like me, the world will be peaceful and prosperous." ”

The old monk saw that he was not shocked and said, "What is the reason? ”

"There are two kinds of robbery, one is to rob the people's wealth like bandits, which is evil. One is to rob the rich and help the poor, and sweeping away the history of those poor officials is to do good deeds and good deeds. ”

The old monk listened to what he said and said, "If you had to choose, would you choose the first or the latter?"

"I don't choose either. ”

"Oh. ”

"This is because my heart is returned to Buddhism, and I have no thoughts of earthly love. ”

"However, my Buddha is compassionate, generous, and generous, and purifies all sentient beings. ”

"But now I'm in Cao Ying, my heart is in Han, and I'm powerless!"

At this time, the old monk laughed, and a cold air penetrated in.

Li Qingtian noticed that something was wrong and asked, "Old monk, why is there a cold air exuding from your body, cold people!"

The old monk's face was covered with wrinkles and said, "I am going to leave you and leave here forever." ”

Li Qingtian had just found a companion, but he didn't expect him to leave him and asked, "Immortal monk, do you want to travel all over the world?"

The old monk nodded with a smile.

Qingtian also wanted to go out and asked, "Can you take me there?"

The old monk shook his head.

The old monk pointed to the bookshelf and asked you to take out the first book of the first pavilion on the far right and top floor, and Li Qingtian took it in his hand and saw that it read "Luohan Boxing" on it.

The old monk said happily: "From today onwards, you will start practicing martial arts, starting from the practice of the original, I want to accept you as the last apprentice." ”

"Accept me, accept me as a closed disciple. Li Qingtian hesitated for a while and said: "Immortal monk, if you learn from him and achieve positive results, maybe you can mix with a little immortal, at that time, isn't it just as you want, you can go wherever you want?"

Li Qingtian was so happy that he knelt down and said, "Apprentice to meet Master." ”

However, the old monk was gone, and Li Qingtian still kowtowed three times in a row. He picked up the book in front of him and practiced it.