Jiang Banxian allocated Kui Xing Pavilion to Hong Qi to live. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At night, he flipped through several large volumes of "Martial Arts Memorabilia" in the Kuixing Pavilion, and after nightfall, he practiced turtle breath gong in his sleep.

During the day, he continued to work as his beggar's livelihood, begging along the streets.

But this time, Jiang Banxian didn't allow him to just go around on one street, if he wanted to grow fast, he had to go further.

If you can't go back to Jiang's house that night, it's okay to stay there.

Anyway, people like him have slept in the broken grass temple, and there is no place where he can't sleep.

The road of the first brother is long, how can he achieve hegemony if he does not go through a catastrophe at the bottom of the society?

Jiang Banxian predicted his unattainable status in the future, but he would never interfere in his first brother's path, and only helped him improve his personal cultivation by knocking on the side, teaching him some of this today, and some of that tomorrow.

He firmly believes that with a life mentor like him, who is all-round in civil and military affairs, even elm pimples can be enlightened.

What's more, Hong Qi already has the destiny of a martial arts sect master.

Three months later, Hong Qi slightly realized a little of Jiang Banxian's good intentions.

It turned out that in the years when the court was sluggish and the rivers and lakes were turbulent, it was not so easy to be a beggar.

The able-bodied thugs may not take a fancy to your worthless life when they see that you are useless and have no money, but they will beat you.

As for beating people, in a special year, you never need a special reason.

The lowly disciples of the gang are often angry, doing the most work and receiving the least money.

Dark gangs are referred to as gangs, and the danger intensity of the assigned work is often inversely proportional to the status of the gang.

The poor low-level brothers were angry, so they naturally wanted to find even more pitiful people to vent their anger.

The largest proportion of even more pitiful people is undoubtedly a down-and-out beggar like Hong Qi, who has no power and cannot pay protection fees.

In this way, in the past three months, Hong Qi has been beaten a lot, and his face, legs, and stomach are often blue and purple.

He pretended to be pitiful in front of Jiang Banxian, and Jiang Banxian didn't pay attention to him, but said: "You are a human being, other beggars are also human beings, this kind of suffering, others can eat, why can't you eat it?"

Hearing this painless "warning words", Hong Qi couldn't wait to punch him.

Thinking about it, with his current force value, it is impossible to defeat Jiang Banxian, so forget it.

How did Jiang Banxian's eyes go blind? Just listening to the story is thrilling enough.

Seven years ago, the Blood Fu Sect, one of the four major gangs of martial arts, fought a big battle with its sworn rivals, the Jiangzi family, and both sides suffered heavy losses.

The fifty-one-year-old Jiang Banxian was old and strong, and he led a group of capable Jiang family disciples to meet the sword soldiers of the Blood Fu Sect, at the cost of being blind in a pair of eyes.

And the Blood Rune Gate was even more miserable, and it was directly destroyed.

Since then, the fame of the Jiangzi family has become more prevalent in the past, and the Blood Rune Gate has long become a past legend in the mouth of the storyteller.

He sighed and sighed, "It's unladylike to meet people", since you have to be a beggar everywhere, why did you walk for three days and three nights and rush to Wushuang City?

In his eyes, there is no more miserable life in the world than being a beggar.

The beggars were beaten, either holding their heads and running away, or kneeling down and begging for mercy, without fighting power and dignity.

This reminded Hong Qi of a very bad historical event during the Republic of China.

The world is in turmoil, the victims are in trouble, and the number of beggars is so large, and there are only a few bastards who come back to "catch people and get angry".

Countless times, he couldn't help but shout in his heart: Why can't everyone unite, isn't there a saying that "everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high"?

Squatting on the ground and beating people, will you die if you resist?

He couldn't figure it out, so he went back to find Jiang Banxian's theory.