The old man took out the silver ticket in his arms, bought two carriages, and rushed to Yuyao, Zhejiang.

Before he left, he sent two letters, one to his old friend in the capital, an old beggar who had a very high status in the beggar gang.

In the letter, he entrusted the beggar elder with one thing, that is, to find a way to get Li Dongyang to come forward and protect those framed Jinyi guards, which can be regarded as an explanation to the son of the deceased, Thirteen.

Another letter he wrote to Xie Qian in Yuyao, Zhejiang, in which he just greeted his old friend plainly, and then said that he was going to fulfill a wish, and he would pass by Yuyao halfway, hoping to have a drink with his old friend.

Thirteen sat in a carriage with his two children and the boatman, while Sister Qi took the baby Feng Mu and the old man in a carriage.

In the carriage, the old man took off his cloth shoes and picked his feet, Sister Qi endured the stench and stretched her head out of the carriage as much as possible, while the baby Feng Mu cried unceremoniously.

The old man grinned, looked at the little guy with his eyes dripping around, liked it very much, and muttered to himself: "The roots are good, it seems that the old man has a successor." ”

Feng Mu listened to his words, there were some doubts in his mind, after these days, his consciousness was clearer, and his perception of the outside world was clearer.

The old man shouldn't be playing his own attention, he has to let himself practice martial arts, most of his undercover period in his previous life used guns, and his martial arts were not good, so he was often injured, if he could really learn a trick and a half, walking in this ancient river and lake would be smooth.

Feng Mu thought so in his heart, stopped crying, and waved his small hand at the old man, the old man couldn't help but be stunned, and then showed a bright smile, a wrinkled face, pulled by a smile, in the eyes of ordinary people, like a bitter melon.

At dinner, Sister Qi finally couldn't help but burst out, and said earnestly to the old man: "Senior, can you be a little bit of a taste, in front of the child, are you too disrespectful to the old like this?"

The old man was picking his feet while picking vegetables, and after hearing this, instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "Get used to it, get used to it, since the little girl said so, I'll put my feet down." ”

After saying that, he really put his feet down, showing an embarrassed smile, but in the eyes of Sister Qi, he was a little uncomfortable.

This old-timer is indeed old enough, but always calling her a little girl makes her very uncomfortable, I don't know how many years ago, her father would call herself like this, but it's been almost twenty years, and no one has ever called her such a title again.

Now he was casually shouted by an old man who met in Pingshui, and aroused the melancholy in his heart, if he was not so willful back then, and did not make a private agreement with that sour Xiucai for life, he would not have been expelled from the house, and he would not have fallen to the point where he is now.

What happened to the negative man who went to Beijing to take the exam? Didn't he say that he would marry him after high school, was it just a joke?

She had imagined many outcomes, and if the man was killed by a robber who stood in his way, or if he fell ill and died in a foreign land, she would at most regret it, and leave a thought in her heart for the decision of her youth.

If he is named on the gold list, Qingyun will forget about himself, then she will not forgive anything, even if she fights to death, she will dig out his heart to see if it is black?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but touch the rainstorm pear flower needle in her pocket, since the moment the white-headed palace maid handed it to her, she had a strange thought in her mind, thinking that the negative man was still alive, and this unique secret weapon of her own would be used on him sooner or later.

Although the old man was informal, he still had a little self-knowledge, and seeing that Sister Qi's face was full of disgust, he was no longer embarrassed to ride in the same carriage with her.

The lame boatman and Sister Qi rode in the same carriage, and finally he didn't have to face his enemy Thirteen, the resentment in his heart was reduced a little, and the expression on his face eased a little.

Looking at the baby in Sister Qi's arms, she asked curiously: "Are you also held hostage by them?" These people are really not things, even women and children are not spared. ”

Listening to the boatman's words, Sister Qi shook her head slightly, and said calmly: "I followed them voluntarily, if it weren't for them, I'm afraid I would have starved to death long ago." ”

Listening to Sister Qi's words, the boatman thought that there would be a fallen person who shared the same hatred with him, but the fact was the opposite, which made him feel more disappointed, and he stopped talking, but he was thinking in his heart that these people were not heinous, but also forced by the situation.

He has always been worried that he will die of poison, so he has been following Thirteen, hoping that he can successfully rescue the old nine who poisoned him, but the carriage is not going north, but all the way south, isn't it getting farther and farther away from the goal?

Riding in the same carriage with the old man, Thirteen's face was not good-looking, he did not have much affection for the old man, although he admired his ability, but he was afraid that he would torture himself.

He had suffered a lot in his hands, and Thirteen was on guard, but the old man seemed to only care about picking his feet and didn't look at him at all, which made Thirteen feel relieved.

The carriage accidentally ran into a small pit, tilted a little, and thirteen unsteadily, and crashed into the old man, who grabbed him by the collar and pushed him back into his original position.

Thirteen didn't know what to say, and just as he was about to speak, the old man spoke first and said, "Who taught you this unpopular kung fu? ”

Thirteen frowned, although his kung fu was low, but in the old man's words, the disrespect for the master was blatant, he couldn't help but be a little angry, and said: "Even if your martial arts attainments are at the peak, you can't belittle my master like this, he is as kind to me as a mountain." ”

"Grace is as heavy as a mountain, then why don't you teach you advanced martial arts?"

"It's because I have a low level of understanding and am not good at learning, so it's no wonder that Master, under the same master's door, my righteous brothers are far superior to me ten times. ”

Thirteen said this, and when the old man saw that he was serious, he didn't blame, coughed, paused, and said, "If I want you to abolish your original martial arts and worship under my door, are you willing?"

Thirteen was stunned for a moment, shook his head violently at the moment, and hurriedly waved his hand and said: "Senior, don't be joking anymore, if you want me to betray the master, I would rather die than agree, besides, with my qualifications, I will only learn a little fur at that time, and it will not be a shame for your old face?"

The old man had a displeased look on his face, but he also knew that this kid had passed the best age to learn martial arts, and he couldn't learn anything if he wanted to learn again, so how could he have so much time to wait for him to learn?

The old man sighed in his heart and said with emotion: "I'm sorry, old friend, the matter has come to this, and the old man's ability is probably going to find another successor." ”

Thinking like this, Feng Mu's clear eyes appeared in his mind, and he made up his mind to cultivate that child, but it was not far from his death, and he hoped that he could teach him a few more years.