"Master, there are strong people robbing the village in front! Let's go and help the villagers?"

The young boy's resolute face was a little anxious, and he pulled out his double halberds to ask the old man beside him.

"Disciple, the world is dark and people's hearts are not old. We take a detour and don't meddle in other people's business. The rewards and portraits of the three of us have spread throughout Mozhou. Once the hawks and dogs in the Holy City are found, it will be troublesome."

The old man was carrying a seven or eight-year-old child on his back and shook his head in the direction of the village.

"But Master...didn't you often teach us that we should be chivalrous and righteous when we walk in the world, and that we should draw our swords to help us when we see injustice?"

Hearing the crying in the distance, the boy seemed unwilling to accept it, staring stubbornly and insisting on reason.

"Master...I'm so hungry."

The little boy on the old man's back protested in a slight voice. His voice was weak and seemed to be very weak. His left trouser legs were empty, and he actually lost one leg at a young age.

"Master, I don't know how long it will take to go to the next village. My junior brother hasn't eaten anything decent in two days. If this continues..."

The boy seemed to have found a legitimate reason and said excitedly.

"Hey...forget it, since you're so persistent, let's go."

The old man sighed helplessly.

...

"You are the people from Shuangliu Gate who are wanted by the Holy City? You are all too busy to take care of yourself now, so why do you still meddle in other people's business here?"

More than a dozen strong men were killed by the boy, and the last one roared unwillingly.

"Hmph! If you encounter unfair things in the world, you will drive your stern to the heavenly way."

The boy stepped on the strong man, enjoying the applause around him with a proud look on his face.

...

"Although the three benefactors eat and drink, our village is poor, they can still take out steamed buns and some meat and wine. It's getting late, and the benefactor will rest in our village after eating. I have asked someone to prepare a guest room."

The village chief warmly welcomed the three masters and apprentices at home on behalf of the villagers.

"The village chief Lao has troubled me. The three of us master and apprentice left after eating, and there is no need to stay overnight."

The old man politely declined.

"Master, I'm starting to move!"

Seeing the old man taking his first bite of food, the boy couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and was about to pick up the food.

The old man looked solemn and slapped the chopsticks that the young man stretched out to the ground: "You disobey your master's order today, and you will be punished not to eat."

“Master…”

The young man begged, but the old man remained indifferent.

"Then...then Master, can Xiaojiu eat it?"

The junior brother shrank his head and prayed weakly.

The old man looked at the third apprentice who was aggressive and could stand alone, and then looked at the youngest apprentice who had suffered the pain of breaking his arms before he was less than eight years old. He touched the junior's hair with complicated eyes and sighed: "Xiao Jiu, eat, eat more, so he will not be hungry when he is on the road later."

When the junior brother heard this, he felt like he was granted a general amnesty. He immediately started eating it voraciously and stuffed two white steamed buns into his arms.

...

In the corner outside the house, several men gathered.

"Dog left, has the matter been done?"

"Brother Huang, are you not at ease when I do business? Huwa'er's footsteps are fast, and I have sent him to notify the official."

“Good done!”

"Brother Huang, isn't it good to do this? After all, they saved our village."

"Yes, Brother Huang, and these people seem to be very capable, what if..."

"Don't you know the fuck! Their heads are worth 500 taels of silver, a total of 500 taels! Don't you want to ask for a wife or build a big house?"

“…”

"I want to... even dream."

"Done!"

...

"Zhengliang! I will hold them back, you guys will leave!"

Looking at the pursuers behind him, the blood-filled old man holding two halberds in his hands, resolutely stopped running and shouted at the young man.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault! Master, if I don't leave, I'll die together!"

The depressed boy wiped his tears and roared with tears, his eyes full of death.

"Bang!"

The old man slapped the young man hard on the face: "You are already a man. Take out the appearance of a man, take on your responsibilities and responsibility, don't cry like a woman. Our Shuangliu Gate cannot break the incense here or lose the inheritance! Take Xiaowu and go away!!!"

"But Master..."

The boy was stunned by the slap and was a little at a loss.

Since I can remember, the master has never beaten and scolded him like this. This heavy slap made him feel a little more awake at this time.

"Remember, the world is dark and people's hearts are not as good as ever. Don't trust anyone easily and protect yourself. All the master can teach you. The future path will be up to you."

The old man gently stroked the young man's swollen face, with a strong reluctance in his eyes.

Their Shuangliu Sect's family members were Ding Danba, and the nine disciples were all orphans he adopted. Each of them was grown up little by little. This time, because the second disciple killed the son of the powerful and powerful in the Holy City, the family was destroyed, and only the ten masters and disciples escaped.

"Master... the disciple has left, and the disciple will never cry again, and will never again, because no one is worthy of the disciple's tears."

The boy wiped his tears dry, and the young junior brother who was unconscious on his back suddenly kowtowed on the ground for a few times, knocking a small blood pit out of the ground.

...

"Senior Brother Third, I'm so cold..."

The young master's sudden voice stopped the young man's escape. He hurriedly placed him beside the tree and leaned on him, taking off his clothes and trying to put it on the young master.

But the place where he started was wet and slippery. When the boy saw that the clothes on his back were covered with blood, he was struggling to escape but he was not aware of them.

"Xiaojiu? What's wrong with you?"

Looking at the large blood stains on Xiaojiu's chest, the boy, who had no idea of ​​the reason, was frightened.

"Senior Brother, Master?"

The little junior brother leaning against the tree slightly raised his heavy eyelids and glanced at him slightly.

"Master...Master is behind, and you'll be here in a while."

"Senior Brother Third, I just hid two steamed buns for you. While Master is away, you will eat it almost. It seems... it's still hot."

The junior brother was blurred with his eyes, raised his cold little hand and held out two bloody steamed buns from his arms. At first glance, he was a little shocking!

“Hey…”

The boy covered his mouth and subconsciously wanted to take a deep breath, but it seemed that something was choking his throat.

"Xiaojiu..."

The boy who promised not to cry again, tears filled his eyes again and suddenly collapsed down.

"Senior Brother Third, why are you crying..."

"Senior Brother Third, why does my stomach hurt so much? Have you eaten too much? Hey, why am I still drooling?"

"Senior Brother Third, I'm so cold and sleepy, and I can't open my eyes anymore. Can you hug me? I seem to sleep warmly for a while. When the master comes, we will rush forward again, okay..."

"Senior Brother Third, you should eat soon. When you finish eating, Master will come and I will be able to sleep."
Chapter completed!