"Do you think that our old Qin family are all people who retreat from battle?" Qin Yuan felt that the old beggar was a little ignorant, so he threw out this sentence contemptuously, and said in his heart: How can a beggar gang of six bags of disciples understand the height of my Xiaojian Villa in the martial arts. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info but as soon as the words came out, Qin Yuan regretted it a little, after all, he was almost a waste person now, and it was difficult to find out the cause of the matter, if he wanted revenge, wouldn't it be a flower in the mirror! But the gentleman said it, no matter what happened in the future, he could only try his best to persevere.

"Have you thought about it?" Looking at Qin Yuan's suddenly frightened and resolute expression, the old beggar asked with a smile.

"What's there to think about this?" Qin Yuan asked rhetorically, a surge of excitement surging in his heart. Once there was no way out, he was a lot more relaxed.

"Very well, you are not a bastard!" the old beggar continued to consolidate his results.

How is this word a little familiar? Qin Yuan searched for the same word in his memory.

"What's your next step?" the old beggar saw that his face was different, and his heart moved, and he changed the topic.

"What's next?" Qin Yuan repeated blindly, the old beggar's words seemed to hit his soft underbelly, causing him to fall into confusion again.

The old beggar didn't say a word, his eyes were full of expectation, and he stared at Qin Yuan directly. Qin Yuan didn't dare to look at him, as if he would go mad once his eyes met. Qin Yuan's gentleness made the old beggar a little disappointed, and he was about to wait for the expiration date, but he heard Qin Yuan say: "Senior supernatural powers, the matter of Xiaojian Villa should be known, can you tell me?"

"Tell me, didn't the little girl of the Qin family tell you clearly?" the old beggar asked incomprehensibly.

"It's just... It's just that I'm always afraid that she will believe some rumors?" When he mentioned his junior sister, Qin Yuan's heart was both sweet and sad.

"If you want to know, of course I'll tell you, but will you believe it?" the old beggar's eyes became fierce.

"Since the seniors have repeatedly come to the rescue, they will not doubt it!" Although Qin Yuan didn't know anything about the old beggar, he seemed to be the only person he could trust.

"If you save you, you can be trusted?!Then someone is so lucky, and someone is so unlucky!" The old beggar suddenly became mysterious, and Qin Yuan became the second monk.

"This is not a place to stay for a long time, you and I should find an inn to stay in first!" the old beggar said, without asking Qin Yuan's opinion, still as he did when he left the village, and ran towards the market town in the distance with him.

Fifteen miles away from Xiaojian Villa, it is a prosperous market town called Jinxiang. The town is not big, but it is very lively, although it is the time of day, the theater wine shop is still brightly lit. Qin Yuan is familiar with it here, many of the shopkeepers are old acquaintances, and they don't dare to show their true faces, so they simply wear their hair and cover their faces, at first glance, they are clearly two beggars, an old man and a young beggar. found an inconspicuous hotel, and the shopkeeper was reluctant to accept it, but for the sake of gold, he charged double the room fee, and reluctantly placed Qin Yuan and the others in a side room.

"It's not early, go to sleep!" When he came to the house, Qin Yuan was about to ask him carefully, but the old beggar undoubtedly ordered him to rest.

"Where are the seniors?" Qin Yuan had a heart, and he could sleep there.

"Seniors, since you are seniors, you don't want to bother your juniors, now your seniors want to have some fun, you can stay in peace!" the old beggar was very impatient and said angrily.

Qin Yuan was robbed of everything, and he was also depressed in his heart, but he asked for help, and it was not good to have a seizure, so he could only go to bed with a sullen breath, and constantly comfort himself in his heart: The tiger falls in Pingyang... A man who loses position and influence may be subjected to much indignity...

"Hey!" the old beggar patted Qin Yuan and said, "Little junior, seniors are tight, take some gold and use it!"

"Take it!" Qin Yuan suddenly regained the confidence of the rich and noble, and without thinking about it, he threw the money bag towards the old beggar.

"Eh?" After the old beggar left, Qin Yuan came back to his senses and said in his heart: I wanted to sneak away while he was looking for fun, but I didn't expect this person to be really cunning and cunning, and instead he entangled my coil! After beating his chest for a while, Qin Yuan put "Yun Lian" beside him, stroked the small book in his arms, and fell asleep.

"Smack!" Qin Yuan slept soundly, but was rudely awakened by a slap.

"Who?" he sat up, sleepy-eyed, grabbed the sword beside him, and drew half of it.

"Who else but my predecessors?" the old beggar easily took the treasure blade in Qin Yuan's hand and put it aside.

"Who is he?" Qin Yuan rubbed his eyes and looked out the window, it was still pitch black, and in the open space in the room, there was one more person, this person was still young, his hands were tied, his eyes were blindfolded, and his mouth was stuffed with rags.

"You ask him!" said the old beggar, yawning and climbing into bed.

"Daxia Rao..."Qin Yuan had just taken the rag from the man's mouth, and the man begged for mercy loudly.

"Smack!" Before Qin Yuan could silence him, the man's face was already firmly smacked, and in an instant, half of his cheeks bulged high, and he moaned.

"Is it so loud that it belongs to the animals, and it makes me unable to sleep!" the old beggar scolded with anger on his face.

"Offended, offended, please spare your life!" The man seemed to have violated the rules of heaven, and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

"I won't kill you yet, there is a young master here, and I am more interested in you running to Xiaojian Villa to wander around when you have nothing to do!" said the old beggar yawning.

"Oh, there is also a young man here, disrespectful and disrespectful! What does the hero want to know, but it doesn't hurt to ask! The villain is not speechless!" Although the man's eyes are covered with a black veil, it seems that he can still read words and colors.

"Who are you, why did you come here?" Qin Yuan also felt a little disgusted by this person's tactfulness, and asked coldly.

"The villain's surname is Lao, and he is a passing peddler, but he didn't expect to be regarded as a martial artist by this hero, it's really wronged!" The man made a temporary move, and at Qin Yuan, he actually changed his rhetoric.

"Senior..."After getting along a few times, Qin Yuan also knew that the old beggar was acting perversely, and he had clearly said that he was going to have fun, but he tied up a big old man, and couldn't help but look at him questioningly.

"Hey, hey... The old beggar didn't pay attention to Qin Yuan's eyes, but instead held his "Yun Lian" in his hand, deliberately approached the ear of the self-proclaimed "hawker" surnamed Lao, and slowly drew his sword. The blade of the sword rubbed against the scabbard, bursting out with a piercing sound, full of murderous aura, making the "peddler" feel like chaff sifting through.

"Is your surname Lao?" the old beggar asked indifferently.

"What the villain said is the truth!" "The peddler" almost burst into tears.

"It's really not the heart of the Yellow River that won't die!" The old beggar spat out a sentence viciously, pointing "Yun Lian" at the left eye of the "peddler", his fingertips moved slightly, and the internal force was slowly injected into it. The sword qi was triggered, and although there was a layer of black veil, the slightest chill continued to seep into his eyes along the tip of the sword, as if an invisible ice cube was stirring in his mind, making him feel painful.