June 20 heads, the beginning of autumn, the southwest of the bucket. Although the summer is not over, in the north, it is already high and crisp in autumn. Walking on the avenue, the breeze blows a trace of coolness, and the merchants and pedestrians are all covered with cotton and cloth.

"Benefactor, please stay—" A hurried voice came from behind him.

Looking back, the strong man came running in a hurry. "Slow down, old man, I can't run!" The old storyteller behind the strong man, with his back on his back, was also trotting over with the girl in tow.

"In the lower king Quanjia, the benefactor please accept the next bow. ”

The man hurriedly held Wang Quanjia's arm with both hands, and said, "Eh! The man has gold under his knees, and he has something to say, what are you kneeling on?"

"You saved my life, and you are the reborn parent of my whole armor. Don't say it's gold, I have to kneel under my knees to the sea of fire in Busan!" Quan Jia took off his hands and wanted to kneel and kowtow...

The man leaned over and put his hands on his shoulders, "If you don't meddle too much, what will I do with your 'parents'! At this time, the old man also came over panting..."cough"... "Ahem"... Leaning over and coughing in the back, the girl gently stroked the old man's back and took out the kettle from her waist, "Grandpa, drink saliva." The old man swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, slowed down, then straightened up, arched his hand, and said, "Thank you Zhao Daxia for helping, otherwise we will be more and less lucky today..."

"Grandpa, it's this Uncle Zhuang who wants to help us, how can I thank you..."

The old man patted the girl on the head and said, "What Uncle Zhuang? Your Uncle Zhuang is difficult to protect himself, how can you help us?"

The girl pouted, covered her head and didn't speak.

"Eh—I said old man, I'm a little overpowered, but I'm kind enough to help you. You can't hurt me like that!" Then he asked suspiciously, "Zhao Daxia... By the way, do you know this guy?"

Only then did the old man realize that he seemed to have said something wrong, and looked up at the man, and the two looked at each other with eye contact!

The man came back to his senses and said with a smile, "Who did I say! It looks so familiar, it turns out to be Old Man Zhao!"

The man immediately arched his hand and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Zhao, and I am the second in the family, just call me Zhao Er." This old man is a well-known private school teacher in our Zhaojia Village, I didn't expect to meet him here!

Wang Quanjia shook his head, nodded, and said, "I see!"

Zhao Er looked at the old man, and the two of them were frowning.

"You're lying, my grandfather's surname is obvious..."

Zhao Er hurriedly squatted down, pinched the girl's face with both hands and rubbed it, "Why, you forgot all about your Uncle Zhao after not seeing you for a few years?" At that time, you peed your pants every day and were ridiculed by other children in the village, who was angry for you?"

"Yes, yes, yes... Why is your little girl's memory so bad? Zhao Er, the second uncle of our village. He hugged you when you were born, and you forgot about it when you pooped and peed on him!"

The two kicked each other's eyes, and they laughed "hahaha...", and Wang Quanjia on the side also "hehe... Haha" laughed at a loss...

The girl pinched her throbbing face with one hand, scratched the back of her head with the other hand and walked behind the three of them. And ahead is the foot of the Son of Heaven, Beijing.

The sound of horses' hooves swirled around the valley, and a black shadow carried a puff of dust wherever it went.

"Hurry up, it's been an hour, it's not here yet?" Inside the car, it was the dragon Xiaotian and the three golden dragon disciples. "Masters, I'm fast enough! No matter how fast I am, my horse will be exhausted, and when the time comes, I won't be able to get three times the price, not even five times the price of my good horse!" muttered the coachman.

An impatient roar came from inside the car, "Less nonsense." When you get to the ground, let alone pay you one such horse, even ten can afford to pay for it. ”

When the coachman heard this, he shook his shoulders, leaned on his legs, swung his whip vigorously, yelled "drive", and ran away at great speed.

"The little master is back..."

Inside the hall, the dragon mastiff was talking to the black dragon envoy about something. The servant came in with three disciples and said, "Master, the little master is back." The injuries are being examined in the backyard. ”

"What's going on?"

The three disciples immediately knelt on the ground and said, "The disciple is incompetent and has failed to protect the little young master, please punish the master." ”

When the black dragon envoy heard this, he said sharply, "Tell a few of you to escort the young master to the pass to collect relics, how did this happen? What happened?"

The three of them bowed their heads to the ground, not daring to raise their heads, and said, "Originally, a few of us were sitting at the Hongchen Inn and waiting for someone to come. Who knows, there was an old man who told a story and slandered the head of the dragon on the stage, and the little young master wanted to punish him on the spot. Who expected..."

"Don't be dumb, what's going on?" The Black Dragon Envoy frowned.

"Who would have thought that someone would be nosy to help that old man! The young master was injured because he underestimated the enemy!"

"Did Xiao Tian hurt that person? To be honest. ”

The three of them looked at each other, pondered for a while, and said, "Little master, I didn't hurt half of it!"

The black dragon envoy leaned over and knelt down, and said, "Master, the little young master is injured, and several of their sins are unforgivable, so pull them out to play twenty boards each." I can't escape the blame for this, and I am willing to receive forty boards. ”

"What does that guy look like?"

The three of them pondered for a while, and then said, "That man, eight feet tall, with a sturdy body, a mantle, and a beard, looks like a beggar!

The dragon mastiff exhaled, glanced at a few people on the ground, and waved his hand, "Forget it." Even those who can't be defeated by Xiaotian can't do anything about a few of you! Just be able to rush back in time!"

The Black Dragon Envoy turned his head and glared at the three of them, and said sternly, "Don't thank the head for his grace?"

"Thank you for your grace. ”

The dragon mastiff waved his hand, and the three of them bowed their heads and stood back.

The dragon mastiff put his hands behind his back, raised his head and pondered, "Xiaotian was personally cultivated by me, although the grade is small, but there are only a handful of martial arts who can match it today and can retreat with their whole body. ”

"Who could that be?"

"Let's go, accompany me to the backyard to see Xiaotian's injury. The dragon mastiff came back to his senses and walked out, and the black dragon envoy got up and followed.

In the backyard, the doctor packed his bags and was about to leave. "Master!" the servant bowed when he saw the dragon mastiff enter.

The dragon mastiff waved his hand to signal him to go out, and then asked, "Sir." How is Xiao Sun's injury?"

When the doctor saw that it was the head of the dragon, he put down his bag, gave up his hand, and said with a smile, "The little young master is fine, but he fainted after some shocks, and he will naturally wake up in a few hours." ”

The dragon mastiff stepped forward to look at Long Xiaotian who was lying on the bed, and the black dragon envoy on the side asked, "With such a strong force, did you just faint and didn't suffer any internal injuries?"

The doctor smiled and said, "I don't know about this, maybe the little young master is strong!"

"But..."The black dragon envoy was about to ask a question, but the dragon mastiff waved his hand to stop him.

The dragon mastiff turned around, arched his hand and said with a smile, "Thank you Mr. for your treatment, I will ask someone to send Mr. out." ”

The doctor bowed down and followed his servant away.

The black dragon envoy whispered in the dragon mastiff's ear and said, "This person is not trivial! If ordinary people use such force, even if they don't kill people, they have to cause internal injuries to people!"

The dragon mastiff held his chin with one hand behind his back and the other on his chin, "It seems that this person is perfect with his internal strength, who will it be?"

"This person looks like a beggar, could it be a member of the beggar gang?" asked the Black Dragon Envoy.

The dragon mastiff waved one hand and said, "Impossible, now martial arts is the world of niche gangs, and these big gangs have either disappeared, or they have long faded out of the rivers and lakes with health preservation as the way." The beggar gang is now even more scattered, leaving its name in vain, and there is no such master. ”

"But seventy percent of the Central Plains area is an ally of our Golden Dragon Sect, is it possible that there are still people who dare to make the Golden Dragon Sect an enemy? ”

"The people in the palace? The relationship between the Golden Dragon Sect and the people in the palace is not bad, and the people in the palace entrusted me with the relics this time. Even if it's a person in the palace, Xiao Tian won't be lying here today! As for those alliance gangs, they should be on guard!"

The black dragon frowned in annoyance, and stopped asking.

"You bring a few hall masters. Also, bring those three disciples with you. Tomorrow we will leave for the capital and find this person. By the way, bring the relics back. ”

The black dragon envoy leaned over and arched his hand, "Understood." And he walked away.

"Come on, bring the little master to Miss Lin's room. The servant outside the door heard the voice of the master, hurriedly went in and helped the young master to carry it on his back, and walked towards the young lady's room.

Outside the store

Zhao Er pulled Wang Quanjia into the alley, "Why are you still with me?"

"Brother Zhao, I haven't repaid you for saving your life, how can you leave here?" Wang Quanjia said.

Zhao Er frowned, "Okay, you have to repay me." You paid for the food and accommodation in this store for me, and you and I have paid it off since then, okay!"

"Brother Zhao, are you disgusting me?" said Quan Jia with a disappointed face.

Zhao Er saw that he didn't listen, so he slapped his palm on his chest. Quan Jia only felt pain in his chest, and squatted on the ground with both hands on his chest.

Zhao Er looked at Quan Jia and said, "Your King Kong is not bad kung fu can no longer be used in the future, that little ghost will disperse your internal qi and break your internal strength, and you will have a pain in your chest as soon as you luck your internal qi in the future!"

Quan Jia trembled in pain, broke out in a cold sweat, raised his head, and said hardly, "It seems that I can't escape your eyes!"

Zhao Er stepped forward and helped him up, "Now that your kung fu is wasted, marry a mother-in-law and live a life in the future, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise! Also, don't meddle in the future!"

"Good!" Quan Jia got up and yelled. "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, I won't owe you in the future!" Quan Jia untied the money bag on his waist, grabbed Zhao Er's hand and put it in the palm of his hand, and hugged Zhao Er's hand tightly with both hands.

Quan Jia looked at Zhao Er, his eyes were moist, and he sobbed, "Brother Zhao!

Zhao Eryi hugged Quan Jia and said, "Take care!"

Quan Jia clenched his fists and left, disappearing into the flow of people.

Zhao Er turned around and went back to the store, paid the bill, and was about to go upstairs to the room.

"How's it going?" asked the old storyteller, standing in the hallway.

Zhao Er glanced at the old man, and returned to the room without saying a word.

The old man immediately followed, entered the room and closed the door, sat down against Zhao Er, looked up and shouted, "Xiao Er, come with two pots of wine, a plate of peanuts, and cut half a catty of beef." ”

Downstairs "Uh-okay-"

Zhao Er, frowned, "Hey-old man, you have your own room, what are you doing here?"

The old man smiled, "I told her to sleep, let's chatter and drink a pot." ”

"What are the old men, don't take advantage of me. ”

At this time, Xiao Er was hurriedly sending the wine and food into the door, "Alas, the wine and food you want, use it slowly." He put down the plate and hurried away.

"It's fine. Zhao Er leaned over and sat down, "I have something to ask you?"

The old man took a bite of beef, a mouthful of wine, and muttered in his mouth, "You ask." ”

"How did you recognize me?" Zhao Er immediately picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dish.

The old man put down his wine glass and looked at Zhao Er, "I don't have any merits, but my memory is too good." At the martial arts conference, when you fought with Long Yun, the son of the dragon mastiff, I was a member of the audience. ”

The old man picked up his chopsticks and pointed at Zhao Er, "Don't look at you now, you have turned yourself into a prodigal image, I can see you at a glance." ”

The old man picked up another piece of beef, put it in his mouth, and then poured another cup of "Words... The old man wiped his mouth and asked, "It's been all these years, why do you come back?"

Zhao Er, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Do you recognize that Miaochen monk?"

The old man was eating, looked up and said, "That monk died some time ago, and he lived to be one hundred and twenty years old. I heard that he is a holy monk, maybe he can come up with a relic. How? Know that monk?"

The old man paused again, looked suspicious, and said, "Or are you going to take the relics?"

"Then let me ask you, who will be the people or forces who will take this relic?"

"Heh-you're talking to me!" The old man looked at Zhao Er, who had a serious face, and said, "For the sake of you saving me this morning, I will give you an analysis and analysis." ”

Zhao Er drank the wine, put down the glass and listened.

The old man grabbed a handful of peanuts casually and said, "Why is Long Xiaotian at the Hongchen Inn this morning? So, the Golden Dragon sent one!"

Zhao Er nodded, "Why does the Golden Dragon Sect want this relic?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "You are stupid! This relic is rare in a hundred years, and only a high-ranking monk can get it." This one is priceless! The Golden Dragon Sect is such a big gang, it needs funds to maintain it!"

Zhao Er nodded, and stopped asking.

The old man ate peanuts in one hand and said, "Now in the Central Plains, seventy percent of the forces are allied with the Golden Dragon Sect, while the other three percent of the forces are inseparable from the Golden Dragon Faction. Therefore, the gangs of these thirty percent of the forces will also come to seize the relics. ”

Zhao Er nodded, and said "um" repeatedly.

"And the merchants and vendors on the black market. Not only the relics, but even the intact corpse of the Miaochen monk is extremely valuable! Transporting the corpse to Persia, India and other places is definitely priceless!"

The old man finished eating the peanuts in his hand, clapped his hands, picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Then, he grabbed a handful of peanuts and ate them, hunched his waist, put his head to Zhao Er's ear, and whispered, "I was telling a story in an inn in the capital a few days ago, and I heard from a few guards who were on errands in the capital that someone in the palace wanted to dedicate the relics as medicine to the emperor to cultivate immortals!"

Zhao Er's face was shocked, "You mean, the people in the palace will also intervene?"

The old man, with his index finger to his mouth, glared at him, "Shhhh

Zhao Er filled the wine glass and toasted the old man.

The old man came back to his senses and said, "What are you asking all this for? Is it true that you want to make a fortune?"

"I'm not going to hide it from you. Back then, that Miaochen monk saved my life twice. Now that the benefactor is in trouble, I am here to repay the kindness. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "How did you know about this when you are outside the gate?"

"In the past five years, I have not cut off contact with the monks of the Qingshan Temple, just so that one day I can repay the monk Miaochen. ”

The old man raised his glass and said, "Thanksgiving, it's a man! ”

Zhao Er hurriedly raised his wine glass and said, "Thank you today... Belch... I don't know you..."

The old man hurriedly interrupted Zhao Er and said, "My surname is Niu." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Niu!"

"Less compliment me, listen to this diaphragm. Let's call it Old Man Niu. ”

"Old man Niu, thank you. Zhao Er drank it all, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Outside the window, it was already dark at night.

On the second day, the sky was slightly bright. Zhao Er got up and was about to go out, and the old man seemed to know it for a long time, leading the yawning girl to wait outside the door.

"You're going to leave so early?" the old man said with a smile when he saw Zhao Er go out.

"You got up earlier than me!" Zhao Er replied immediately.

"It's too old, I can't help it! I can't sleep!" the old man stretched his neck and twisted his waist.

A few people went downstairs, ordered something, ate some at will, and went out to pay the bill.

Although the sky is still slightly bright, the streets are already full of traffic. Zhao Er walked towards the city gate, and the old man led the girl to follow. The girl had not yet woken up, yawning, tired of her eyes, staggering on her walk, and occasionally bumping into passers-by.

Zhao Er bought a string of sugar gourds and leaned over and handed them to the girl. "Thank you, uncle!" the girl smiled with her big eyes, and her sleepiness dissipated with the sweetness.

Zhao Er got up and said, "Old man Niu, we are almost at the city gate, and we should have a meeting after leaving the city gate!"

The old man stretched out his head and looked left and right, but did not listen carefully to what Zhao Er said, but just casually said "um". Zhao Er saw that he didn't react, so he continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, Old Man Niu patted Zhao Er's shoulder, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Look at the city gate!"

Zhao Er looked at the gate of the city: three Golden Dragon disciples, and several people from the Golden Dragon Sect next to him, one of whom was wearing a black robe, very familiar.

The old man whispered, "It's not that I want to follow you, now I have to follow you, I offended the people of the Golden Dragon Sect, and it didn't end well!

"You stay here first, and I'll go and lead them away, and then you two will get out of the city." ”

"What are you doing here?" asked the old man

"I just went to ask where Monk Miaochen went..."Before he finished speaking, Zhao Er hurriedly walked out.

At the gate of the city, the three golden dragon disciples were leisurely, looking around at the pedestrian.

"Look, isn't that the person?" suddenly a disciple shouted in the direction of the city.

The other two looked at each other, "It's this person!"

The black-robed messenger on the side shouted, "Catch up!"

"Eh, you walk a little longer!" "Don't get in the way of Lao Tzu, get out of the way!" "Quick, don't lose it." "Hey, why are you bumping into people!" "Don't step on my stuff, hey, talk about you!" "Front, open it for me. "How do you push people?" .....

Zhao Er saw that those people were chasing in his direction, turned around and ran.

"Let me go!" "I'm sorry to borrow a word. "..."How do you walk?"Hey, my stall was knocked down by you" "Hey..."..."I'm sorry, my uncle has a chance to compensate you...""Borrowed, borrowed, borrowed..." ......

Old man Niu saw that the golden dragon disciples followed Zhao Er into the alley, and then led the girl and rushed out of the city gate.

A few people rushed into the alley, "Where are the people?" shouted the black-robed messenger.

In the alley, people come and go. There is a storefront, the shopkeeper is holding a pig-killing knife, shouting "pork, fresh pork...", there are a few stalls, one person is shaking the green onion, shouting, "fresh vegetables, fresh vegetables just picked this morning." Take a look!" One of them sat cross-legged in front of the stall with his head bowed in his hat and shouted, "Come and see the antiques, the antiques that have just been unearthed." The Qin Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, and the Song Dynasty all have them, look at the nag. ”

The black-robed envoy looked at the alley and called, "Dragon, the two hall masters of the dragon follow me to collect the relics." Ying Long, the two hall masters of Feilong and three disciples guarded the city gate, don't let him escape from the capital!"

"Yes!" said in unison, and then parted ways.

In the pork shop, a thin and short old man walked out, lifted his pants and shook his waist, thanked the shopkeeper and walked towards his stall.

"Who are you, what are you doing in front of my stall?"

Zhao Er took off his hat and said with a smile: "Uncle, aren't you relieved! No, I'll look at the stall for you!"

The little old man kicked on Zhao Er's buttocks, "Who is your uncle? Are you a thief? Are you a thief?"

"Don't don't, don't talk nonsense, I'm not a thief, I didn't take anything from you!" Zhao Er patted his buttocks and ran away without looking back.