He was quick on his legs and excellent at lightness, and he didn't run long before he left the beggars behind. After running for a while, he turned around and saw that no one was chasing after him, so he stopped and dressed roughly, and scolded: "Bad luck!" He came out this time to inquire about the movement of Yanjing City, and happened to see this group of beggars, and suddenly played with his heart, and also filled one of them, wanting to find out some news from it. It is also his youthful nature, he can't suppress his anger, the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he feels, the more uncomfortable he thinks, and he decides to go back and humiliate the group of beggars. However, although Zhang San is young, he is also impulsive, but he is not stupid, and in an instant, he thought again: "Why do those beggars find themselves unlucky? Could it be that they recognize me? Or do I show my feet?" Thinking of this, he lowered his head and grabbed the four bags tied around his waist, untied them and carefully observed them for a long time, and there were no clues, but he always felt that it was slightly inappropriate to tie them around his waist, so he simply rolled the bag into his arms, and turned back the same way, wanting to see what confidential things the other party had, and by the way, also to relieve himself of the humiliation of being beaten.

Zhang San walked back quickly along the same road, paying careful attention along the way, but there was no trace of the beggars. When I returned to the ancestral hall just now, I was shocked: the room was full of corpses, none other than the dozen beggars who had beaten me just now. Zhang San's heart jumped suddenly, from the time he left the ancestral hall just now to the moment he returned, it took less than two pillars of incense, this group of beggars was fine just now, how could they all die in the blink of an eye? Could it be that there is a ghost in the house that can take people's lives in an instant? Although he thought the old house was strange, the young man's curiosity drove him to find out, and he unconsciously stepped into the house and carefully observed the corpses of the beggars: these people died strangely, and all the dead had purple faces, blue veins bursting out of their foreheads, and their expressions were hideous, and it was evident that they had died of a struggle in the most painful things. Looking at the neck again, there were bloody scars, and I immediately understood that this group of people was suffocated to death. What was it that made them die so miserably?

While he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of footsteps, and when he looked back, he saw seven or eight beggars standing at the door: the leader was an old man in his sixties, five short in stature, with a dark face, and the rest were all about thirty or forty years old, with three or four bags tied around their waists. Zhang San looked at everyone in surprise, and suddenly heard one of the beggars shouting, "Sure enough, it's you!" Zhang San observed carefully, and it turned out to be the second generation of disciples he had seen before. The disciple said to the old man, "Elder Deng, it is this kid's accomplice who has harmed the brothers by his means. The old man did not answer, and ordered the beggars to tear off the clothes of the corpse, and saw that there was a palm-sized blush on everyone's chest, and the old man's face changed color slightly, and then ordered the beggars to carefully observe whether there was a small needle eye in the middle of the blush, and all the beggars nodded to the old man after checking. The old man stared at Zhang San for a long time and asked, "Who are you, and what does it have to do with Zizhu Palace!" Although his tone was calm at this time, he unconsciously gave Zhang San a feeling of not being angry and arrogant. Zhang San didn't expect that he would be involved in so many murders, but at this moment, seeing the old man staring at him with awe-inspiring eyes, all the beggars also gritted their teeth, knowing that something was wrong, so he shouted loudly: "I don't know what you are talking about Bamboo Palace, their deaths have nothing to do with me, I want to go back to my sister now, say goodbye!"

The old man said faintly: "Find my sister, find my sister...... Yes. Seeing that Zhang San was about to step out of the door, he suddenly slapped him on the chest and knocked him back.

Zhang Sanyuan also knew that this group of beggars might make a move, and when he went out, he was secretly vigilant, who would have thought that this old man would make a move so quickly, and when he reacted, he had already been slapped. He only felt that this slap made his internal organs as uncomfortable as turning over the river and the sea, and a turbid air suddenly appeared in his chest, and he endured it for a while, but he couldn't bear it, and vomited blood with a "wow". After spitting out the blood, he immediately relaxed, wiped his mouth, stood up, and yelled at the old man, "Why are you hitting me!" The old man couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw that this young man could still stand up with a palm in his body, and he was full of anger when he spoke, and said, "Hmph, the old man has lost his eyes, and the kung fu of Zizhu Palace really has some doorways." In this way, the old man will be taught!" After saying that, he opened his posture and prepared to compete with Zhang Sanyi.

Zhang San was still angry at the beginning, but at this time, seeing the old man like this, Shicai was slapped by him again, thinking that he would definitely not be able to please him, so he drank to the old man: "Old man, I told you, I am not from the Bamboo Palace, and I don't know what the Bamboo Palace you are talking about!" Seeing that the old man was silent, he simply sat on the ground and splashed it. He knew that he was fighting the old man, but it was better to rely on the small and sell the small, he just heard the two bags of disciples call the old man Elder Deng, although he didn't know what kind of official the elder was, but he couldn't make a small plan, and he thought that since this other party was an elder of the beggar gang, he couldn't bully the small with the big.

Seeing that his eyes were sincere and didn't seem to be lying, the old man's attitude was much gentler, and he asked, "Who are you? Why did you come here? Why did you and my beggar brothers form a bond?" Zhang San looked up at Erbao disciple, and saw that he was staring at himself with his eyes wide open, and he was angry at himself, and he was angry at the moment, and told him how he entered the city, how he was arrested, and how he turned back here, but Yu Pei Manzhen and the others did not say a word, only said that they had been a little beggar on the street since they were children. He knew that such a big incident in Yanjing City with Pei Manzhen and others that night was already known to everyone, and it was unknown whether the group of beggars in front of him was friend or foe for the time being, and it would be really troublesome if they knew Pei Manzhen's whereabouts. He is articulate, and the story is even more vivid, when talking about how he has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and how his mother left him, he burst into tears, and the old man was also sympathetic and sighed. Zhang San originally thought that the old man would let him go, but he didn't want the old man to suddenly ask:

"What's the matter with you saying you're going home to find your sister? And I think you seem to be someone who has practiced martial arts. ”

Zhang San was shocked, this Pei Manzhen he couldn't say, so he made up a lie that he met a homeless wandering girl when he was begging, and when he relented, he took her to the hut where he lived, and the girl was older than himself, so he called her sister. As for martial arts, his mother taught him archery, luck, and the method of running mountain roads since he was a child, and he has not learned any martial arts. He spoke half-truthfully, and the old man nodded slightly after hearing this, and said, "In this way, you really have nothing to do with Zizhu Palace, and there is also a misunderstanding between you and my beggar brothers." He turned around and said to the two bags of disciples: "In the future, Hugh will make it difficult for him again." As he spoke, he took out a pill from his arms and said to Zhang San: "Little brother, you just slapped me in the face, go back and take this medicine, and it will be out of the way for a few days." Zhang San took the medicine, but felt a sweetness in his heart, and his heart was overjoyed, and he thanked the old man and left.