From martial artist to immortality in the Republic of China

Chapter 136: Healing the Little Beggar

It was getting dark, and Qin Twilight was walking alone in the city.

Some recognized him and greeted him politely as they passed by.

Just as he passed through a small alley, several little guys suddenly rushed out and surrounded him.

Qin Twilight fixed his eyes and saw that it was a few small beggars.

Most of them look about ten years old, and one of them is even younger, looking five or six years old.

They were all very thin and wore worn linen shirts.

Although it is already spring, the weather is quite cool in the morning and evening.

Some of their bare feet were frozen and cracked, and their hands and faces were red.

"This boss is okay!"

"We haven't eaten in days!"

“......"

Several small beggars knelt on the ground, constantly praying.

After a few strokes, the forehead turned red.

Qin Twilight couldn't see this the most, and immediately swept away his true qi.

Then he took some of the money and threw it at them.

"Take it and eat."

"Thank you boss! Thank you! "

As soon as the little beggars saw that there was so much money, they immediately ran into the distance with excitement.

At this time, Qin Twilight found that the youngest beggar 01 seemed to have a little lame legs.

Everyone else ran away with the money, and he could only drag his lame leg pitifully and chase slowly.

In a hurry, he was pierced by stones on the road and fell to the ground.

He hugged his feet and watched as his companions abandoned him and ran to the end of the alley and disappeared.

He struggled a few times, but he couldn't stand up, so he became more and more anxious, biting his lip tightly, tears rolling in his eyes.

Qin Twilight stood aside and watched quietly.

He couldn't help but think that if in modern times, such a young child would grow up with his parents, go to kindergarten, and have many children to play with.

There are also a lot of good food, a lot of beautiful clothes and shoes to wear.

But they were born in this troubled world, but they can only live such a miserable but still difficult to maintain food and clothing.

Never know if you can see the sun tomorrow!

Qin Twilight sighed softly, stepped forward quickly, and lifted the little beggar up from the ground.

"Hiss..."

Before the little beggar could stand firmly, he gasped.

Qin Twilight then realized that the stone just now had cut his foot, and blood mixed with dirt slowly flowed out.

The little beggar was desperate, and tears could no longer be controlled to fall.

"It's dark, I can't go back, I haven't got money yet, I'll definitely die..."

He sobbed, his small body trembling constantly, and his eyes were full of despair.

Qin Twilight squatted down and asked softly, "Would you like to go with me?" "

The little beggar cried so that his face was covered with snot and tears, and he asked with a blank eye: "Go, where to go?" "

"Zhenwumen, have you heard?"

"Listen, hear, uncle said, it's a very powerful place."

"Okay, then come with me!"

Qin Twilight was no longer in the mood to continue walking at this time, picked up the little beggar, carried light work under his feet, quickly skipped the city gate, and galloped all the way back to Wuxia Mountain.

The little beggar was stunned, a pair of big watery eyes blinked, and asked in a low voice: "You, are you a god?" "

"Huh, what do you think?"

Qin Twilight chuckled and put the little beggar on the chair.

The little beggar looked at the surroundings and nodded very seriously, "You must be an immortal!" Only immortals can fly! (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"You think it is, that is."

Qin Twilight asked his disciples to bring wooden barrels and hot water and asked him to help the little beggar take a good bath.

By the way, I shaved that messy hair short and changed into clean clothes.

The little beggar was sensible and seriously said thank you to all those who helped him.

Even when changing the dressing for his feet, he clenched his teeth tightly and did not make a single snort.

The disciples also liked him very much and came to tease him.

In the evening, he slept in the disciple room, and in the company of so many big brothers, he slept soundly.

Early the next morning, Qin Twilight brought this brand-new little Budian over and interrogated it carefully.

"You've also eaten and drunk and rested, and we should talk."

"Master Qin, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The little beggar sat up straight with a serious face.

Qin Twilight was amused by his reaction, so he asked seriously: "First introduce yourself, and then talk about what is going on with your leg." "

The little beggar nodded and replied equally seriously: "I don't have a name, because I am the youngest of my partners, my uncle has called me Xiaoxiao since I was a child, I don't have a home, I usually live in a shed under the bridge." "

After answering the first question, he thought of the second question, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, "My legs... It was my uncle who beat me, the weather was too cold in those days, there were no people on the road, and I couldn't get money, so I was punished. "

After that, he slowly lowered his head and gently touched the lame leg.

From yesterday's evening to just now, Qin Twilight had heard the title of "Uncle" several times from his little mouth.

If you think about it, this uncle should be the head of their group of little beggars and the person who manages them.

During the Republic of China, there were many gangs, eight of them alone, and there were many of them.

Each gang has its own gang leader, also called a gang head, who is the person who manages the entire gang.

There are also a few big bosses and a dozen small bosses underneath the head.

The little beggars under them are called "little ghosts", and the people who manage these "little ghosts" are called "uncles"!

As he had encountered earlier, the imps were usually five or six people together, begging along the way, or pushing carts near the 757 bridgehead before asking for money.

The money that the little ghosts ask for must be handed over to the grandfather, and if they hide it or pay less, they will be taught a lesson by the grandfather!

Usually they just don't eat, or they are beaten up!

Some grandfathers even set daily tasks for each imp, stipulating how much money they must hand over.

Whether it's windy or rainy outside, they have to work hard to complete the task.

If the required amount of money is not obtained, penalties are imposed.

Some imps can't get money, and when there is really no way, they will go to "borrow" from their companions.

When they get it, they will return the money to their companions with interest.

These imps are not only miserable, they beg on the streets during the day, but there is no place to sleep at night.

Fortunately in summer, they are barely surviving in the alleys, or under the eaves.

But in winter, you can only find some shelter from the wind, and even go to sleep in a coffin in order not to freeze to death.

Qin Twilight felt very uncomfortable thinking of the tragic experience of these children.

He looked at Xiaoxiao and asked seriously, "Do you want to cure your leg?" "

"Think!"

There was a glimmer of hope on the little lonely face, "Can you really cure my leg?" "

Qin Twilight nodded and said frankly: "I can cure your leg for free, but the process will be very painful, can you accept it?" "。