Nightwatcher

Hengyuan paused, turned around, did not speak, and saluted Xu Qi'an with palms together.

"I want to visit the Yangshengtang." Xu Qi'an put forward his request.

"Can."

"Let's go together." Xu Qi'an initiated an invitation to the two colleagues.

"Did you not bring any money?" Song Tingfeng gave him a sideways look.

Xu Qi'an smiled and said nothing, walked two steps, stepped on a hard lump on the sole of his foot, picked it up naturally, and put it in his palm: "Look, isn't the money here?"

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao: "???"

The former stared at the dim silver and said depressedly: "I didn't look at the road when I was walking just now. I missed this silver and let you pick it up for nothing."

In fact, you missed at least a few taels of silver. Xu Qi'an twitched his lips, pocketed the silver, and explained: "Master Hengyuan lives in the Yangsheng Tang in the east of the outer city. I heard that the widows and widows there are not living well."

"There are many bad people in the world." After Zhu Guangxiao finished speaking in a muffled voice, he sighed.

The three of them followed Hengyuan out of the inner city and headed towards the Yangsheng Tang in the east of the city. During the process, Song Tingfeng discovered an interesting thing.

"Look at this monk, we walked fast, so he walked fast, always keeping a fixed distance, but he never looked back at us."

Of course it wasn't that Hengyuan had eyes in the back of his head, Xu Qi'an and the others sighed in their hearts: It's really a terrible spiritual sense.

Deliberately speeding up their pace, the four of them quickly arrived in the east of the city. This is a slum area full of low, dilapidated houses and people wearing old mended padded jackets.

They basked in the sun with yellow and emaciated faces, their eyes glazed over. The children here still have a bright light in their eyes, but their thin bodies, dirty faces, and eyes that always stare at people's wallets make people disgust them for no reason.

Xu Qi'an felt great hatred in his heart, but it was not aimed at these poor people and children, but at this environment.

In his previous life, he had seen many photos of war-torn areas. Poverty, hunger and chaos were the constant tone. Every time he sees similar photos and scenes, he will have a strong hatred, because he yearns for the good in his heart and is powerless to change these.

Probably the so-called impotent rage.

"Take care of your wallets, although they dare not and are unable to steal your money." Hengyuan's voice came from the front and continued:

"Here, don't give alms because you're embarrassing yourself."

He didn't explain the embarrassing situation.

I understand this, as long as I show goodwill, I will be a big fat sheep to them Monk Hengyuan is afraid that we will become angry and hurt the poor here? Xu Qi'an speculated in his heart, and said:

"I rarely come to such a place, why don't I go to work?"

"Most of the people living in this kind of place are refugees without land. They may have had it before, but they couldn't bear the heavy corvee, so they chose to give up the land and come to the city to seek a living.

"But there is no living space for them in the city. From time to time, there will be catchers coming here to find fish. However, in order to survive, there are indeed some criminals among them."

Master Hengyuan explained in a calm tone.

While speaking, the four of them came to Yangshengtang, a very old courtyard, the plaque on the gate had already faded in the wind and frost.

"A few days ago, people from the government came to repair the courtyard, but I replaced the new plaque with the old one. It is too glamorous, and it may not be a good thing for the Yangshengtang. Three, please!"

After entering the Yangsheng Hall, Hengyuan led them inside, and said: "Master Xu, the poor monk knows that you are in trouble, I ask you for help, not to borrow money. I heard that you have a lot of friendship with the magicians of the Sitianjian, I want to ask you to help find the white-clothed warlocks and save a child."

Passing through the front yard, they entered the messy back yard and came to a woodshed.

The firewood room is covered with thick withered grass and quilts, a charcoal basin and a large bowl are placed in the corner, and a skinny black dog is curled up on the quilt.

Hearing the movement, the black dog moved, but failed to get up. It struggled to raise its head, and when it saw a stranger, its gray eyes subconsciously showed flattery, pitifully flattery, and said intermittently:

"Happiness is like the East China Sea, good luck."

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who were expressionless at first, froze suddenly.

As if struck by lightning, Xu Qi'an remembered some words he had said when he rescued No. 6 Hengyuan.

"This, is that child?" Xu Qi'an murmured.

"He can only say these eight words." Heng Yuan stared at the black dog with a compassionate face, "I rescued my junior brother Heng Hui when I was looking for him. Because of such miserable treatment, he won't live long. For a period of time, I used the Qi machine to warm and nourish his body, barely keeping him alive.

"But it can't last long. His health is very bad. He must be treated, otherwise he will die in three days at most. Ordinary doctors can't save him, only the warlocks of the Sitianjian can. The poor monk has no choice but to ask Mr. Xu for help. "

Song Tingfeng opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Perhaps death is the best destination for him."

Hengyuan glanced at the gong, and said in a low voice: "Every day when the sun rises, his eyes are bright, and I can read the longing inside, because it is a pure hope that just wants to live.

"In the eyes of several people, he may be as insignificant as a weed in the yard. But even a small grass wants to live tenaciously."

Song Tingfeng was silent.

Xu Qi'an took a deep look at "Black Dog", "I see, I will ask the warlock from Si Tianjian to see a doctor. If you need money in the future, master, just come to me."

After finishing speaking, he added: "I will give up to three coins a day."

Three dollars a day? Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao were slightly moved. One must know that eight qian is one tael, and Xu Qi'an's monthly salary, if Lumi is not counted, is only four or five taels of real money.

Even in the inner city, you can live a relatively prosperous life.

Three dollars a day, one or two in three days, where did he get so much money? Oh, he has a thousand taels of gold from His Majesty, that's fine.

Hengyuan shook his head.

"Don't worry, the money came rightly, as if it was picked up for nothing." Xu Qi'an comforted.

Only then did Master Hengyuan nod, comforted the "black dog", led Xu Qi'an and the others back to the front yard, and said, "You two adults, wait a moment, I have something to say to Master Xu."

Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao nodded, one turned around to tease the children who were hiding in the room and peeping at the guests, and the other talked to the old man sitting at the stone table in the yard basking in the sun.

Entering a simple house, Hengyuan closed the door, put his palms together and said, "Master Xu has a deep breath, full of energy, is he about to step into the realm of refining gods?"

He is so accurate? I only know that No. 6 is an eighth-rank monk, but I don't know how strong he is. I don't know his strengths yet, but he knows my depth Xu Qi'an straightened his face: "What advice, Master?"

"Do you have a visual map?"

"some."

Master Hengyuan suddenly nodded, and said: "The poor monk is a monk, and I can't pay back Master Xu's money. Originally, I wanted to wait for you to reach the peak of Qi training, and give Master a visualization map.

"Since your lord has this method, let the poor monk change to a unique technique."

I have already entered the classroom of "Sword of Heaven and Earth". The advantages and disadvantages of this unique skill are obvious. I really should learn other unique skills to make up for my shortcomings. Xu Qi'an cheered up, "Then thank you, master."

Heng Yuan nodded: "I'm an eighth-rank monk. I don't know any of the mysterious magic of Buddhism, and I only know a few offensive methods. The most good at it is the Buddhist lion's roar. This technique is not only a method of visualization, but also a unique skill."

It's a complete set...Does the output all depend on the roar...Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed when he heard it. The lion's roar sounds like it's for reckless people, and it lacks a bit of force.

No. 6 Hengyuan saw the disappointment flashing in Xu Qi'an's eyes, thought for a while, and said: "The poor monk can show the power of the lion's roar to the adults."

Don't yell that I'm deaf, it's fine Xu Qi'an nodded, and reminded worriedly: "Will it affect the old people and children in the yard?"

Hengyuan shook his head: "I will control the power in this room."

After finishing speaking, Xu Qi'an saw No. 6, who was bitter and bitter, took a deep breath and punched in a normal posture.

This punch was unremarkable, with double D speed and no threat at all. Just as a thought flashed through his mind, he heard Shen Xiong's high-pitched lion's roar.

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Xu Qi'an's brain was concussed, and he entered an unconscious state of dizziness. When he regained himself, he saw a fist the size of a casserole pressing against the tip of his nose.

Monk Hengyuan withdrew his fists and said in a deep voice: "This method shakes the primordial spirit and frightens the enemy. If you practice it to a high level, even the most Taoist yin gods will not be immune to it."

This move matches my Heaven and Earth Slash, it's perfect! My biggest concern is empty space. With the control effect of the Lion's Roar, I won't be afraid that the big move will fail Xu Qi'an said happily: "Master, please teach me."

At the same time, a question flashed in his mind: Is this really just an eighth-rank monk?

Heng Yuan turned around and walked to the bed, dragged out a dilapidated wooden box from under the bed, solemnly took out an album, and handed it to Xu Qi'an:

"This book records the method of qi circulation, as well as my personal practice and understanding."

Xu Qi'an reached out to take it, Master Hengyuan pressed the cover, and said in a deep voice: "I have to return it."

Why add this sentence? Ning has also heard of my reputation as a prostitute? Xu Qi'an nodded: "Okay, Master."

After leaving the room, he came to the front yard and met with two colleagues. The three of them discussed it and pooled up a tael of silver to donate to the Yangsheng Tang.

After leaving Hengyuan and walking to the gate, Song Tingfeng suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

He turned around and ran back, staring at the old official without saying a word, gnashing his teeth with a hideous face.

"My lord?" The old official was a little scared.

Song Tingfeng gritted his teeth, took off the purse and threw it over, couldn't bear to look any more, turned his head and left.

That was five taels of silver that he planned to go to the Jiaofang Division tonight, and it was his one-month salary.

"Xu Ningyan, who suffered a thousand knives, I will take your last name when I come to this kind of place with you in the future." Song Tingfeng kicked Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an avoided it, and said with a sneer, "I don't care about your surname. In the future, it will be fine for your son to have my surname."

Song Tingfeng took off the scabbard and chased him.

Returning to the inner city, Xu Qi'an left the job of patrolling the streets to two colleagues, and went to the Observation Tower by himself.

"Young Master Xu." Warlocks in white greeted warmly, but no one stopped him from going upstairs.

Xu Qi'an searched around but couldn't find Chu Caiwei or Song Qing, so he caught an alchemist and asked:

"Where's Miss Caiwei?"

"The eldest princess is here, and Junior Sister Caiwei will accompany her to meet Teacher Jianzheng at the gossip platform." The alchemist said.

My eldest wife and younger wife are both here Xu Qi'an turned to ask: "Where is Senior Brother Song?"

"The Wenfu Yamen asked for a death row prisoner, and they are studying in the secret room."

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Xu Qi'an dismissed the idea of ​​seeing Song Qing, and asked, "Where is the kitchen?"