It is not easy to inquire about the movements in Yanjing City, firstly, he Zhang San is just a little hairy boy and has no friends here; secondly, he is now a prisoner here, although not many people have seen him that day, but they all know that there is such a strong martial arts boy as him among the men in black, and it is inconvenient to ask everywhere too openly at this time. So I can only wander around the city aimlessly, hoping to make a difference.

As he was walking, he saw a group of beggars walking in groups of three or five from a distance, and there were fifteen or sixteen people in this posture. When he and Pei Manzhen listened to his anecdotes in the thatched hut, he had heard that the disciples in the beggar gang mostly used the cloth bags around their waists to divide their ranks and dignity, and now they observed this group of beggars, only to see that most of them had nothing green skin, and only two people had bags, one was two bags, and one was three bags. He knew that the beggar gang had always had many eyes and ears, so he had the heart to disguise himself as a beggar gang and come forward to investigate. Seeing that there was a market not far away, he had a plan and swaggered forward.

At this time, just after noon, the sun was scorching, and there were very few people buying things in the market. He looked east and west, and was thinking about it, when he saw a group of people gathered around the stall not far in front of him, as if they were watching some performance, and they cheered from time to time. Squeezed in and took a look, only to know that it was a public performance for the father and daughter: the daughter was playing with a knife, and the father was holding an iron basin with copper coins to point out from time to time. The girl who played with the knife was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and her knife skills were light and chic, which was really like a frightening and graceful dragon. Look at her face again: willow eyebrows are like smoke, eyes with autumn water, Qiong's nose is horizontal, and her lips are dewed, just like the person in the painting. The girl played up, a move to "look through the autumn water", and when she turned around, Zhang San saw her pulses and eyes, and the flowers were in full bloom. The moment the four eyes met, Zhang San felt the frenzy on his face, and hurriedly lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her again.

After the girl danced all the way to the knife, everyone applauded. The old man smiled and approached the crowd with an iron basin, but where he went, the audience dispersed. Daddy was still limping around with a smile, and Zhang San only then found out that Daddy was in his fifties and his right foot was slightly sloping. I felt sorry for him, and I was moved by compassion and wanted to donate some silver taels, but he himself was a name, and where did he get the money to donate. It was also a coincidence that Zhang Sanyi looked down and saw four big cloth bags tied to the back waist of a big man in front of him, which looked like a cloth bag in a beggar gang, but this big man was dressed very decently, and he couldn't tell that he was a beggar at all. He didn't know that among the beggars, there were two factions of dirty clothes and clean clothes, although both of them were disciples of the beggar gang, but most of the disciples in dirty clothes were really beggars who could not eat and were homeless; The man in front of Zhang San was the four bags of disciples of the Pure Clothes Sect. Zhang San saw that there was a small bag on the side of his four big bags, and when he touched it, it was actually a money bag.

He was a beggar by himself, and although he spent his days in the mountains, he sometimes went into the city to steal. This is not because of his bad character, but because of his youthful nature, he is greedy for play, and sometimes he plays with stolen things for two or three days, and then sends them back. He rolled up the big bag and hid it in his arms, and poured out all the money in the small bag to check, no more, no less, exactly three dollars. With a joy in his heart, he swaggered forward and threw it into the old man's basin, and everyone was amazed when they saw that it was so much money, and that the person who donated the money was a little flower. The old man was so grateful that he couldn't stop saying things like "the little brother's merits are immeasurable" and "the heart of the little hero and the Bodhisattva". Zhang San glanced at the girl who was playing with the knife, saw that her cheeks were crimson, and nodded to herself gratefully, and he was very proud in his heart, and then turned his head to look at the man before, and saw that he was looking at the field in amazement, not knowing what happened to him.

Just as he was proud, Zhang Sanqian remembered the matter of the beggar gang, and immediately left the crowd, found a secluded place, tied the bag, and chased in the direction of the previous wave of beggar gang disciples. Not long after, I found the beggars in front of a restaurant, and saw them sitting under the wall outside the hotel eating. At this time, the weather was very hot, and I think they also begged for something to hide here from the heat.

Zhang San walked over and said "cough" twice, and the beggars looked up to meet a small beggar standing in front of him, and there were actually four bags tied around his waist, and he couldn't help but look at each other. Zhang San deliberately teased him, cleared his throat and said, "What are you doing here?" The beggars did not answer, and they all looked at the two beggars with bags. The three bags of disciples sat up, bowed, and asked respectfully:

"Dare to ask which elder's subordinate Your Excellency is?"

Zhang San didn't expect that this beggar disciple would follow which elder, and he was stunned and didn't know how to answer. The beggars were already strange when they saw that he had four bags tied around his waist at a young age, but when they saw that he refused to answer, they were even more suspicious. One of the beggars in his twenties stared at Zhang San for a long time, and suddenly rushed to the three bags of disciples and muttered a few words in his ear, the three bags of disciples stared at Zhang San while listening, and then turned back to whisper a few words to the two bags of disciples, and then hugged his fists and smiled: "Look at Your Excellency's dress, you must be a disciple of Elder Deng, you were offended just now, and you look at Haihan." Zhang San's heart was wide, and he also hugged his fists and smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Then he asked, "I wonder what you are doing here?" The three bags of disciples replied with a smile: "We were ordered to come here to investigate a confidential matter, I wonder if Your Excellency is traveling with us?"

Zhang San originally just wanted to inquire about the movements in the city, but at this time, the other party said this, which aroused his curiosity. The young man was very playful, and when he heard the other party say that there was a secret matter, he couldn't wait to get a glimpse of it, so he was overjoyed and said, "So very good, so very good." My heart also blossomed, and I couldn't help but say, "Wonderful, wonderful." ”

Zhang San walked with the beggars for an unknown amount of time, but he felt that this group of people seemed to be taking him around the city, and he couldn't help but be suspicious. I was about to ask, but I saw that the other party greeted me with a smile on his face, so he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. Fortunately, after a short time, everyone stopped in front of an abandoned ancestral hall, and the three bags of disciples respectfully invited Zhang San to come in and speak.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhang San felt that something was attacking from behind, and when he turned around, he saw that the three bags of disciples were sweeping towards him with sticks, so he subconsciously jumped to the side, and after landing, he felt that his footing was unstable, and he rolled on the spot before he stood up. This leap was really embarrassing, but he had not learned any martial arts, and this reaction was completely based on the conditioned reflex formed by years of accumulation of internal strength, and it was not easy to avoid it.

Zhang San got up and glared angrily at the three bags of disciples, and drank, "What are you doing!"

The disciple sneered, and at this time, twelve or thirteen beggars rushed into the house, holding bamboo sticks, forming a situation of encircling Zhang San. I only heard the two bags of disciples say, "What are you pretending to be my dirty-clothed disciple in mind! We are Elder Deng's subordinates, but we have never seen you as a person." Zhang San was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: "I haven't heard of any dirty clothes faction." He immediately retorted: "What, what kind of dirty clothes faction, I don't understand what you are saying." At this time, I only heard someone in the group of beggars drinking: "What nonsense to talk about this kid, take him and hand it over to Elder Deng!"

This ancestral hall was originally small, and at this time, so many people gathered, don't say that Zhang San doesn't know martial arts, even if he can, he may not be able to please this group of beggars. Although the beggars are all the last characters in the beggar gang, and their martial arts are not very strong, so many people beat him Zhang Sanyi, and he is a teenager, this situation is really dangerous and abnormal. I saw him dodging left and right, up and down, forward and backward, and thanks to the narrowness of the hut, the beggars couldn't show it, which saved Zhang Sanyi's life. When Zhang San first saw that more than ten people on the other side beat him, he expected that he would not be able to please him, so he just blindly avoided it, wanting to escape while he was in chaos. But all the beggars were at the door, and it was harder to escape than to ascend to the sky. Sure enough, within a few rounds, Zhang San had already hit several sticks. Thanks to that group of beggars, they didn't have much internal strength, so he just suffered a little bit of flesh and skin. In the middle of the struggle, Zhang San was caught in the back and hit again. As soon as he turned around and saw the beggar who attacked him, he grabbed his bamboo stick, clenched his hands, and ran through his arms, and with a hard time, the beggar was thrown out by him sideways and flew to the door. The beggars at the door had to reach out to pick up their companions when they saw them flying, but Zhang San was in a hurry, and he unconsciously used his internal strength, and how could the beggars catch it, and immediately five or six people were smashed to the ground by the beggars who flew out. Zhang San saw the right time, and ran out of the door.