The storm outside the temple did not affect the mood of the "beggar gang" disciples in the temple in the slightest, and this laughter and laughter were so bleak in the eyes of Zhou Lishui and the others, and even a little sad.

Zhou Lishui wanted to get up and inform him of the impending disaster, but was stopped by Ling Yuehua, Ling Yuehua shook his head, "Don't act rashly, observe first" Zhou Lishui thought for a moment and nodded.

I heard someone say, "Can you be serious?" The man pouted and glared violently, "This is called Poor Lehe, what's the matter, I've had a good time? Boss, you see him bullying people."

The older beggar shook his head and laughed: "Hahaha, hahahaha, I said son, is our delicious soup ready・・・・・・?"

A bald-headed beggar was blowing the fire on the ground hard, while pulling the big iron pot with half of the rim missing, and said with a smile: "Haha・・・・・・...

After a while, a few beggars with ** shoulders came around, only to see the old beggar pick up a pot of old wine, stretch it out through his nostrils, take a deep breath, and shout: "Good wine, good wine・・・・・・"

Everyone stared intently at the wine jug in the old beggar's hand, couldn't help pursing their lips, and stretched out the broken bowl and basin in their hands.

The only one who didn't glance at the wine pot was the little beggar, only to see that the little beggar couldn't resist the temptation of the delicious taste in the pot, and put his hand into the pot, the old beggar reached out and grabbed it back and said with a smile: "Don't worry, be careful of burning your hands" After speaking, he picked up a pair of wooden chopsticks of different lengths and helped the little beggar to clip some food.

The little beggar smiled, squinted his eyes and pouted his mouth and blew hard a few times, and couldn't wait to take a bite, which Cheng thought that the little beggar suddenly turned red, spit hot air and stretched out his tongue, and tears almost flowed out of his eyes: "Burn me・・・・・・ burn me・・・・・・" Everyone laughed together when they saw this.

The old beggar hurriedly brought a bowl of cold water from behind him, and said, "Hurry, see what are you anxious about?" Haha, haha, haha, ha・・・・・・ha, ha

The wind mixed with the torrential rain beat the field mercilessly, and the beasts that only shook the intermittent thunder did not dare to scatter wild beasts everywhere・・・・・・ a group of beggar brothers in the temple seemed to be accustomed to this kind of weather, and none of them showed their dissatisfaction with the weather.

Zhou Lishui and Ling Yuehua couldn't help but secretly admire the scene in front of them, how many people in the world do not hesitate to take great pains for fame and fortune, but in the end they don't know what happiness is, and they have forgotten what love is, what is righteousness? -- but it is not as easy as a few beggars to live freely.

Several beggars in the house were laughing and laughing, and suddenly a thunderclap fell, accompanied by thunder, a black shadow flashed from the air like lightning, and instantly fixed in front of the old beggar and others, the person who came was Lu Ming, I saw that Lu Ming's gloomy face did not have any expression, but there was an eerie and terrifying look in his eyes, Lu Ming silently watched everything in front of him.

The old beggar nodded forward and said, "Oh, it turned out that the uncle is here, the old beggar is here to make a gesture for the uncle, come, come, come, come to the uncle, sit down, sit down."

Lu Ming was still staring at everyone expressionlessly.

Several other people laughed and said: "Uncle sit, uncle sit"

The old beggar said while making a fuss: "This stormy weather, the uncle came in person, the old beggar is really flattered, I don't know what the uncle has today's instructions, I will do my best, hehe... Hey, hey, hey・・・・・・, please drink."

Lu Ming slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the sword on his waist and said in a dark voice: "I'm here to send you on the road, don't blame me"

The old beggar's face suddenly changed greatly, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes, and he hurriedly took out a dog-beating stick and said: "You, why are you ・・・・・・・" Before the words landed, Lu Ming's sword had already come out of his shell, and the flames in front of him instantly pierced the throat of the person in front of him, but the poor beggar had not been able to taste the wine in his hand, and the bowl of wine in his hand was spilled in the fire, emitting a flame.

Suddenly, everyone's faces changed greatly, and they put aside the dishes and chopsticks in their hands and picked up sticks to meet the enemy.

The old beggar shouted, "Son, run, run as far as you can..."

When the little beggar heard this, he didn't run away, but came to a distance and picked up his stick and said, "Dad, I'm not running, I'm going to be with you" After speaking, the first one attacked Lu Ming.

Lu Ming suddenly raised his head, his eerie and terrifying eyes made people tremble, Lu Ming stared at the little beggar and said, "Don't want to go" After speaking, he raised a kick and kicked towards the little beggar, the little beggar was kicked into the air by Lu Ming before he got close to Lu Ming, and a muffled sound fell heavily on the shoulder of the mud statue, and then fell to the ground and fainted.

Seeing this, the old beggar shouted: "I'll fight with you" After speaking, he came straight towards Lu Ming, Lu Ming sneered, pulled out the sword and took half a step back, and then violently forward, "poof", the sword in Lu Ming's hand had passed through the old beggar's chest, and the blood splattered more than a meter high, splashing towards Lu Ming's forehead.

The dying old beggar stretched out his blood-covered hands and grabbed the corner of Lu Ming's clothes, and shouted at the others: "You, you run・・・・・・" Seeing this, Lu Ming kicked the old beggar again, but unexpectedly did not get rid of the old beggar.