Super Soldier King

Relying on the imprint left on the little beggar, Ye Qian found him easily.

Although the little beggar left first, he didn't go back to his residence immediately, but wandered around in the crowded places in the city.

On the surface, the little beggar took out a small bowl and begged everywhere, and his job was in place.

But in Ye Qian's telepathy, the little beggar seemed to be guarding against something.

At the end of noon, the little beggar finally left the crowded area.

After seven turns and eight turns, the little beggar entered a Town God's Temple.

Ye Qian rushed into space and hid on the high beam in the Town God's Temple.

He was going to see what was going on.

At least to see if there is really a fugitive Xinghaizong disciple behind this little beggar.

Generally speaking, for a cultivator, he has already passed on the spirit to the little beggar, so why be stingy with that little money.

Either it is too difficult to protect itself, and I dare not give money to the little beggar, or I want to test his character.

Ye Qian thinks it should be the former.

Today is different from the past. To put it bluntly, a dog who has lost his family will test others when he is running for his life.

Do you really think you can't die fast enough?

If it is the former, Ye Qian is not stingy to help, if it is the latter, Ye Qian will leave silently.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with others.

Ye Qian took Chen Yicheng's token and promised to help out Xinghai Sect disciples when he met him, so he naturally did.

Now that he sees something suspicious, Ye Qian won't find it troublesome, and he won't waste much time anyway.

In the Temple of the City God, there is a statue of the City God in the middle, under the statue, the fire is burning, and several young beggars are sitting in a circle.

In the corner, an unkempt old man curled up leaning against the statue, wrapped in a dirty thin quilt, with more air intake than output air.

Ye Qian's eyes locked on the old man.

With no spiritual power in his body, he is indeed an ordinary person.

Still a sick person.

The eight extraordinary meridians are all blocked, the dantian is broken, and the blood is greatly depleted.

What's more, under the unkempt face, a face full of sword marks, still disfigured.

This man is useless from the inside out.

It stands to reason that it is not easy for a mortal to live to this day under this kind of injury.

Um, no!

Ye Qian's eyes flashed.

interesting!

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Qian's mouth, he found someone!

Not surprisingly, this unkempt old man curled up on the ground is a disciple of Xing Haizong.

It is said that it is so miserable, and it must need help.

But as a ninth-rank alchemy master, he can conclude that the injuries on the old man are all the result of self-mutilation.

No one can hurt the whole body so well.

It was so injured that it looked like it was going to hang up and die at any time, but it was able to maintain it.

Is this helping or not?

Ye Qian rolled his eyes in his heart, let's take a look for now.

The temple door opened, and when the little beggar walked in, the eyes of several thirteen or fourteen-year-old beggars around the fire immediately fell on the little beggar.

A little beggar with the strongest body yelled playfully: "Hey, isn't this the little son who used to be from the Zhao family's grain shop..."

"These days, the young master is as cheap as a dog, any cat or dog can call you young master!"

"Hey, it's a good sentence that you are as cheap as a dog. How about it, Mr. Dog, how about barking a few times?"

"Yeah, yeah, speaking of it, I've never heard of a dog barking, let's have fun together, Mr. Dog?"

Someone took the lead, and the other little beggars burst into laughter.

After a series of ridicules, only a little beggar with thick eyebrows frowned, as if he couldn't see it.

After her family background was ruined, she thought that she could experience the warmth and coldness of the world almost everywhere, but hearing these ridicules, the little beggar still clenched her fists.

The fingertips penetrated into the flesh of the palm, and the tingling sensation reminded the little beggar not to be impulsive.

You know, because Sishui County is located on the border, the place is small, but it is a mixed bag.

Even if they are not qualified to practice Taoism, everyone can practice martial arts, even beggars are no exception.

After all, practicing martial arts is the main way for this group of beggars to get rid of their status as beggars.

No one wants to beg for life.

There are many ways to practice martial arts. Of course, beggars can't learn good ones, but they are older, they can learn it early, and they can learn it for a long time.

The little beggar has a family background, but martial arts does not need to be a cultivator, one must be at least twelve years old physically, and the bones of the body can bear it before they can start.

To put it simply, the little beggar alone can't beat this group of fellow beggars who mocked him.

If it could be tolerated and did not touch his bottom line, the little beggar didn't want to conflict with them.

Glancing at them indifferently, the little beggar ignored them and went straight to the old man in the corner.

Immediately there were bursts of boos from behind, the little beggar bit his lip, took a deep breath, and still endured it.

"Old man, it's time to eat..." The little beggar squatted down, shook the old man's body, and called softly a few times.

When the old man heard the call, his ears moved, and it took him a while to open his closed eyes.

The eyes were black and white, and there was a thin layer of mist in front of the eyelids, which should not be what a dying old man should have.

There was a complicated look in the old man's eyes, and he moved the corner of his mouth very hard, his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, "Boy, are you looking for food again?"

"Well, old man, I met a kind person today."

The smile on the little beggar's face was natural and calm, and he didn't seem to think that begging was meaningless or shameful.

The little beggar took out a paper bag containing rice and the leftovers from Qingyun Tower that had been stuck to the leather jacket.

"Eat it. I don't know how long you can live. If you want to eat something there, I will try my luck. God takes care of it. It really happened!"

The little beggar didn't say Qingyun Tower's name, otherwise the few beggars with malicious intentions over there would have done something out of the ordinary.

Even now, the little beggar is feeding the old man with his back behind his back, so as not to let them see what food is.

The little beggar took a mouthful of food into the old man's mouth, and it took only one breath. He didn't see the old man chewing and swallowing, and the food disappeared.

He is used to this scene.

The old man is a fairy, and once he blew on him, the cold and disease were dispelled, and the whole body was warm.

It's a pity that immortals also have to die one day.

This is the one in front of me.

"Unexpectedly, this old man would have a day to eat other people's leftovers!"

The old man forced a self-deprecating smile.

"Everyone has trouble!" The little beggar persuaded, pretending to be mature.

"Indeed, aren't you also in trouble!"

A voice came from several little beggars beside the fire, and it was the strong little beggar who took the lead in mocking just now.

He heard the little beggar say that he was in trouble, and thought that the little beggar was not convinced.

He picked his nostrils and brought the little beggar by his side, and looked at the food in the little beggar's hands with a sneer, his eyes were filled with greed.

That fragrance, that color, must be begging from rich people.

"Oh, young master, it seems that the grain levied today is much richer..."

The strong beggar swallowed, and called the other beggars who were still at the fire to come over.

Interesting, Ye Qian watched with relish, this is about to fight.

Even if the little beggars have led spirits, that's all. They are young and weak, and it is impossible for them to be opponents of these beggars.

I don't know if this old man of Xinghaizong can still pretend.

Seeing several beggars approaching, the little beggar gradually exuded a faint chill, and asked, "So what, do you have any ideas?"

It is not easy to beg for food in Sishui County, and it is normal for those little beggars sometimes to be unable to ask for food for a day. Seeing such an abundance of food, it's no wonder they didn't do anything.

The little beggar knew this.

But I knew there was nothing I could do. It was freezing outside, and only this dilapidated temple could accommodate me.

"Thoughts? Hehe..." The sturdy little beggar chuckled, but did not answer.

After a while, when the voice sounded again, it was already another little beggar who was speaking. The little beggar who had been here for two days immediately recognized the owner of the voice—it was the little beggar with thick eyebrows, his words There was no smell of yin and yang in the other people's eyes, "It's been two days and you haven't left. You are a troubled son, do you really want to force your job with us?"

"How can I say that I robbed you of your jobs?" the little beggar said nervously but stubbornly, holding his little hands tightly.

"Of course it's robbing us of our jobs," said the thick-browed little beggar.

Saying that, several beggars stood up with evil smiles, came to the little beggar, and surrounded the little beggar and the old man in a corner.

The thick-browed little beggar squatted down next to the little beggar, while looking strangely at the old man who kept silent all the time and left everything to the little beggar, he explained in detail: "It's a pity that Sishui County has a bigger fart. There are only a few mouthfuls of food to beg for, and you have begged for it, so what shall we eat.

Don't say that we bully you, you are also a miserable life, with your status as a troubled son, we don't have to make it difficult for you, and sell your face by starving for a few days. But starting this morning, entry and exit are not allowed in Sishui City. I don’t know when the ban will be lifted. Even if you want to go out of the city to join some relatives, you will not be able to go out.

So, if you still want to beg for food in the city, our rules must be established today! "

Surabaya city allowed to enter but not allowed to exit?

Ye Qian was slightly taken aback when he heard this, he really didn't know about it, maybe it had something to do with him robbing the remnants of Xinghaizong.

However, this little beggar with thick eyebrows is also a second person. His words seem to be well-founded, but in fact his words are unreasonable, and he hides his needles. It is hard to see that a beggar has such a level.

The little beggar turned his head to look at the thick-browed little beggar in surprise, and asked abruptly, "Have you ever read?"

The little beggar with thick eyebrows took a sip, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, stomped on his feet, and said bitterly: "Reading is useless. In this world, force is the right way. Without force, if you have read for decades and haven't used it, maybe you will lose it." You will be killed by a single knife, and you will be blind."

Several other little beggars burst into laughter again, and the sturdy little beggar even patted the thick-browed little beggar on the head, laughing and said: "Don't say that about your dead ghost father—but, speaking of it, he is dead. It's really unfair, haha..."

The little beggar with thick eyebrows sneered, unwilling to mention this again, and asked the little beggar, "Either join the gang and hang out with us, or we will maim your legs. If you survive, we will throw you on the street to beg for food!"