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A gust of wind blew, and a small figure fell to the ground, and it seemed not to have the slightest hint of fear, and patted the dust and stood up on its own.

Looking up, a middle-aged man in a black robe was staring at him with a smile. I saw that this person had a thin face and thin eyebrows, and there was a little bookish atmosphere between his eyebrows, but his eyes were blazing, and his eyes seemed to contain deep stars, and his smile was kind, but he had a domineering spirit. Wearing a Confucian robe, inlaid with gold edges, it is extremely noble. The waist is equipped with jade pendant, which is clear and clear, and it is also an extraordinary product.

And the little beggar was dressed in tatters, and there was a sharp contrast between the two. It's just that the little beggar has neither envy for the nobility of the black-robed middle-aged man in his eyes, nor is he afraid of his ghost-like martial arts, and after a little tidying up the clothes that have nothing to tidy up, the little beggar gave a salute to the black-robed middle-aged man, and his movements were extremely standard and elegant.

After the salute, the little beggar stood aside respectfully and did not make any more movements.

"You're very good!" The black-robed middle-aged man said in a voice with appreciation: "At a young age, in order to take revenge, he followed him for three days, and he had perseverance and perseverance; he killed people, he aimed at the right time, he was decisive and ruthless, and he was bold and courageous; he knew the current affairs, he was sensible, he was proud and conceited, he was able to change his heart clearly, and he was smart enough! I have never seen a better child than you." “

The little beggar stood respectfully, as if he hadn't heard the words of the black-robed middle-aged man, and his face did not fluctuate at all, but his heart set off a monstrous wave, and bursts of cold air rushed straight to his head.

"I don't know what my predecessors want from me, as long as I have it, I will definitely give it with both hands. The little beggar spoke, his voice quiet and coherent.

"Don't worry, come with me?" The black-robed middle-aged man smiled, said a word to the little beggar, and turned around and walked slowly.

It was the little beggar who began to look around, this place was close to the mountains, the trees were thick, but it looked a little strange in the dark light, not the avenue under their feet. He hadn't been here for a few days since he came to Liucheng, and he couldn't tell the geography and famous mountains here.

The little beggar looked at the black-robed middle-aged man in front of him, his face was no longer that plain, but cloudy, his face was entangled, and he was obviously rapidly analyzing the pros and cons.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and followed behind the black-robed middle-aged man.

A smile appeared on the corner of the black-robed middle-aged man in front of him, but he quickened his pace.

The night breeze was blowing, and the chirping of a few crows was slightly eerie.

Because it was already late at night, there was no one on the way.

If the little beggar just walked, he couldn't catch up with the middle-aged man in the black robe at all, so he started running. But after a while, the black-robed middle-aged man quickened his pace again, and the little beggar had to start running with all his might.

The middle-aged man in the black robe always kept up with the speed at which the little beggar ran as hard as he could.

I don't know how long it took for the black-robed middle-aged man to stop.

The little beggar behind him suddenly fell on the grass on the side of the road, covering his lungs with one hand, breathing with difficulty. People who have never experienced extreme running will never know what it feels like, with convulsions in the lungs, weakness in the body, empty heads, and the inability to think. Sweat was pouring down, sweat blurred his eyes, and he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his eyes, he wanted to lie there and sleep all night if he could.

The black-robed middle-aged man stood quietly aside, without any words.

The little beggar regained a little strength, stood up in embarrassment, and stood next to the black-robed middle-aged man panting, only slightly back.

This is a mountain top, the mountain breeze is slightly cool, the clouds and mist are shrouded under the cliffs, and the top of the sky, the mist obscures the moon, and the moonlight is extremely light.

"Judging by your speech and demeanor, I think you are not an ordinary person. But now that you have fallen to the point of being bullied by beggars, it is not what you want!" said the black-robed middle-aged man with a smile as he looked at the little beggar.

The little beggar bowed his head in silence and did not speak.

The black-robed middle-aged man smiled, pointed to the misty clouds under the cliff, and said, "I believe that those who have once stood at the top will never be willing to fall into the dust to look up at others." “

The little beggar remained silent.

"Now, I can give you a chance to prove yourself to me. The black-robed middle-aged man squinted his eyes and turned to look at the little beggar.

"What do I need to do?" said in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"Six of the men who have bullied you at the gates of the city, kill them all, and then come here and wait for me. The black-robed middle-aged man spoke, and his voice disappeared from the little beggar's eyes.

"It's good that I remember it, hehe. The little beggar laughed to himself.

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"Little beggar, I heard my father say that your name is Ling Lone?"

"Little beggar, I heard my father say that your background is not simple, what kind of background are you?"

"Little beggar, my father said that you are very talented, why can't I see it?" a little girl in a silver moon robe asked the little boy who was walking forward with a flat face.

Suddenly, the little boy who was walking in front turned around, stared at the little girl for a long time, and said word by word: "I'm not a beggar, stop calling me a beggar." ”

Suddenly looking at his deep eyes, the little girl was startled in her heart, and then reacted, not only annoyed that she was frightened, but also spit out: "You were originally a little beggar, why can't I call you a beggar!"

As soon as these words came out, the little boy's pupils were not only a little cold, he was stunned, and there were a few more crunchs out of thin air, and he glanced deeply at the little girl in front of him, and he turned his head.

The little girl said as soon as she spoke, and she also regretted it in her heart, but after all, she didn't care about face, and she couldn't apologize immediately. This was not her intention, but she was frightened by the little boy's lukewarm attitude and dark eyes. Sikong Lianyue is the pearl of the palm of the Demon Sect Leader Sikong Mingxiong, and anyone loves to please her, and there is a person who is as cold as the little boy in front of him. So although she is not an arrogant and domineering lady, she also has a little child's face, and she will feel a little resentful when she is treated like this by Ling Lonely.

Ling Lin spent seven days killing all the people at the city gate, and was finally accepted as a disciple by Sikong Mingxiong. That's when he learned that there was a hidden attic in that mountain, which was the stronghold of the Demon Cult. And there, he also met with Sikong Lianyue.

Ling Lian's age is one year younger than Sikong Liyue, so he naturally became Sikong Liyue's junior brother. When Sikong Lianyue was in the Netherworld Mountain, the mountain was full of people who were older than her, and now that she has a little junior brother, she is inevitably a little excited. It's a pity that this little junior disciple has a cold temperament, and since he called her a senior sister in front of Sikong Mingxiong when he was apprenticing, he has never spoken to Sikong Lianyue.

Now Ling Lin was also annoyed by Sikong Lianyue, and the name of the little beggar was really unpleasant, so he opened his mouth, but he was extremely embarrassed by Sikong Lianyue's words.

In fact, Ling Lone's behavior as a beggar is not really a beggar, but just avoiding some people, and these words are difficult to explain to outsiders, and they are only afraid of making people laugh when they say it.

Sikong Mingxiong, who walked in front, turned a blind eye to the contradiction between the two, and there was always a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.