Yang Kang, learn from Guo Jing

At Xu time that night, the moon was dark and the wind was tight.

Shen Xingqiu used the dim sum carefully selected at the market in the evening to lure Yang Kang to deliver supper to Bao Xiruo.Yang Kang didn't doubt that there was him, and happily walked ahead with a food box.

As he approached the hut, he heard the woman's mournful sobs. Yang Kang yelled "Mom" outside the door, and rushed in anxiously.The house was lit like beans, Bao Xiruo was holding a rusty iron gun, and sat there crying.Standing next to him was a middle-aged beggar, it was Hong Qigong, who was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, restless.

Yang Kang suddenly saw a strange man in his mother's room, and couldn't help shouting: "Who are you?"

Hong Qigong has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and the people he has dealt with most are the children of the rivers and lakes who don't care about trivial matters. Wherever he met such a sentimental and weak woman like Bao Xiruo, when he mentioned the old things, Lihua burst into tears.

"Kang'er, this is the leader of the Beggar Clan, Hong, who is here to pick us up." Bao Xiruo had no choice but to follow Wanyan Honglie to the north, and was no match for his kung fu, so he reluctantly married him.But every time I recalled my deceased husband, I felt extremely regretful and my heart felt like a knife was twisted.Today God opened his eyes and sent heroes from the beggar gang to rescue their mother and child.

Yang Kang was taken aback, and said: "What leader? Why did you pick us up? Mom..." His clear eyes swept back and forth between Bao Xiruo and Hong Qigong, only embarrassing Hong Qigong almost go underground.

With tears in his eyes, Bao Xiruo stroked the iron gun in his arms and said, "Look at what is written on the gun?"

Yang Kang stared at Hong Qigong, and replied: "I asked you who Yang Tiexin was a few days ago? But you didn't tell me."

Bao Xiruo smiled sadly and said, "I'll tell you now, this iron gun was originally in Fu Niujia Village, Lin'an, the capital of the Song Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, and I sent people all the way to get it. The half plowshare on the wall , the tables, stools, and wooden beds in this room are all brought from Niujia Village."

Yang Kang said: "I have never understood why Mom lives in this dilapidated place."

Bao Xiruo shook his head, pulled Yang Kang into his arms, and gently stroked his immature face with his hands, "Do you think this place is crappy? I think it's much better than the carved beams and painted buildings in the palace! My child, didn't you It's a blessing to not be able to live in this dilapidated place with your real parents."

Yang Kang snuggled into Bao Xiruo's arms, struggling to raise his head, "Mom, the more you talk, the more strange it becomes. How can father and king live here?"

Bao Xiruo stood up and said tremblingly, "Do you know who your biological father is?"

Yang Kang opened his eyes wide and said with a smile: "My father is King Zhao of the Great Jin Kingdom, Mom, have you forgotten?"

Bao Xiruo pointed to the name on the iron gun, and said sharply, "This is the iron gun your biological father used back then, and this gun is engraved with your biological father's name."

Yang Kang trembled all over, and broke free from Bao Xiruo's arms: "How is this possible. Mom, you are confused, I will ask my father."

Shen Xingqiu, who was standing by the door, quickly grabbed him and said seriously, "Listen to your mother and finish."

Bao Xiruo continued: "Kang'er, you are not a Dajin Jurchen, you are a Han Chinese, your name is not Wanyan Kang, your original surname is Yang, and your name is Yang Kang!"

Yang Kangmu sat on the chair blankly, moved his eyes inch by inch to Hong Qigong, and asked with tears in his eyes: "Are you my real father? Then why did you come to look for me now?"

Hong Qigong was startled, then rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "If I had a son as handsome as you, I would hold him in my arms every day, and I wouldn't be willing to part with him."

Yang Kang looked away dumbly, and murmured: "Mom, you said that I am not a Jurchen, my father is not my real father, and that man named Yang Tiexin is my real father, so what about my real father? Why doesn't he want to?" Me? Why didn't he come to me?"

"He...he... was killed by the thieves." Bao Xiruo intermittently recounted that heart-wrenching past, and then fell on the table and wept again.

Shen Xingqiu wiped the red corners of his eyes, and thought, "I don't regret it. Isn't there a price for meddling in other people's lives? Then let the price be more severe."

Yang Kang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, "Who killed my father, I will kill him to avenge my father."

"I... I don't know too well, I only know that he is a high-ranking official from the Kingdom of Jin."

Hong Qigong shook his head at the side and sighed: "Confused...child, are you willing to leave the palace with me?"

Yang Kang immediately nodded heavily and said, "I am willing."

"Good boy, let's go now."

Fortunately, Wanyan Honglie is not at the Palace tonight, and the guards are a little more lax than usual.Hong Qigong carried Bao Xiruo on his back, and Yang Kang in his arms, but he didn't dare to be arrogant.It was even more difficult for Shen Xingqiu, Bao Xiruo refused to give up the iron spear and iron plow no matter what, so he could only carry it on his back.The four of them sneaked along the winding garden, reached the backyard, and passed the wall.

Shen Xingqiu glanced at Zhao Wangfu, thinking: "I don't know what expression Wanyan Honglie will have when he comes back and finds that the concubine's son has run away."

Out of the palace, after only a few tens of meters, a lame old man came leisurely with two broken carriages. Hong Qigong put Bao Xiruo and Yang Kang down, helped them into the carriage, and said, "You two are going to go tonight. After a lot of hard work, I have to drive out of Zhongdu overnight. Then I will go all the way north to Zhangjiakou, and there will be someone to meet me when I get there."

Bao Xiruo embraced Yang Kang, regardless of the narrowness of the car, she turned her head and bowed: "The lady of the people thanked the lord Hong for the kindness of rebuilding."

Hong Qigong waved his hands again and again, signaling them to get on the road quickly, if Wanyan Honglie caught up, a fierce battle would be inevitable.The brothers of the Beggar Clan are not afraid, it's just that there are young children, women and children present, so it is inevitable that they will not be careful.

The lame man raised his whip, and the bay red horse pulled the creaking broken carriage and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.Shen Xingqiu settled a big matter in his heart, and felt comfortable.Even the scenery I saw in my eyes felt quite different from usual.

"Qigong, won't you escort them there?" Shen Xingqiu looked suspiciously at Hong Qigong who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"What are you going to do? Not only are you bad at kung fu and drinking, but you can't even use your eyes? Who do you think is the driver?"

"who is it?"

"That's the guardian elder of the beggar sect. If he drives the car, you still need me to escort him?" Hong Qigong said with a look of contempt, and leaned against the wall, holding the gourd and drinking.

"How could I know? I don't know him." Shen Xingqiu also squatted in the corner.

Hong Qigong wondered: "The old beggar saw that you did a good job climbing the tree yesterday, who is your master?"

Shen Xingqiu laughed, jumped up and squeezed the two fingers of the thumb and index tightly so that the first joints of the third middle finger of the thumb were firmly attached, and slowly rotated the first joints of the index and middle fingers with the thumb for a few circles, and then Rotate for several weeks, and stop at exhaustion. (Baidu)

"Qi Gong, you have good eyesight, why don't you try it out and guess who I am from."

"Good boy, just try it." Hong Qigong flipped over on the spot, with a gourd in one hand and a fist in the other, his sleeves fluttered, and the shadows of his palms were stacked, floating in the air.Shen Xingqiu concentrated on it, not being disturbed by the shadow of his palm, he fell back, stretched out his left hand, and bent his little finger to tap the Taiyuan point on Hong Qigong's right wrist.

Hong Qigong let out a "huh", withdrew his palms and turned around, the shadows of palms all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and he said strangely: "What kind of kung fu is this, it seems ordinary, but it just happens to dissolve my moves."

Shen Xingqiu scratched his head embarrassingly, and said, "This is Xiaoyao Sect's little formless skill, but my internal energy is low, so it won't have much power if I use it."

"I thought that Xiaoyao's lineage had been cut off long ago, but I didn't expect that there are still descendants alive, okay." Hong Qigong put his hands on his hands and smiled.

Shen Xingqiu looked up at the sky, and said: "They have already gone far, Qigong won't go, I have to rush over to have a look. Today is too late, next time we meet, we must treat Qigong to a delicious meal. "

"What delicious?"

"This way of eating is called going through fire and water, I wonder if Qigong has heard of it?"

"Don't go, don't go, first explain clearly to the old beggar..."

"There will be a period later."

Shen Xingqiu strode up the city wall and rushed towards the Hexuan Tower.His white horse regiment was fostered in the Xuanhe Building in the city, took the horses, and chased Yang Kang and the others all the way north.

After only traveling for a few miles, I tragically took the wrong road and ran until the sky turned pale, and I still didn’t see the shadow of the broken carriage. When I ran into an old vegetable delivery farmer and asked, I realized that this was the way to Chengde.

Zhangjiakou is a north-south fortress, densely populated, with prosperous shops and merchants.Shen Xingqiu led the white horse, looked around, and found two young beggars covered in patches and holding bamboo sticks next to a rather dignified hotel.

Shen Xingqiu stepped forward and cupped his hands and asked, "Dare you ask if the two brothers are disciples of the Beggar Sect?"

The older beggar looked Shen Xingqiu up and down, and suddenly smiled, showing his big white teeth, and jumped up, "Is it Mr. Shen? Our two brothers have been waiting for you for a long time."

Shen Xingqiu looked embarrassed, and said: "It's Xingqiu, sorry, I went the wrong way."

"It's okay." The young beggar waved his hand boldly, "I'm Jian Ming, and this is my younger brother Jian Hu."

"Hello Brother Jian, Second Brother Jian..." Before he finished speaking, he heard a commotion in the market ahead, and the crowd parted from the middle to the two sides of the street.From afar, one could see dark red helmet fringes undulating and snow-white iron blades flashing. It turned out to be a group of golden soldiers with no less than a few hundred people.

Jian Ming cursed in a low voice, and said, "The golden soldiers are here, let's go quickly."

Zhangjiakou was under the jurisdiction of Jin Bing at this time, and all the main roads and exits were quickly guarded by Jin Bing, and portraits were posted up in the city to offer rewards.There were also several teams of Jin soldiers who took the portraits and searched every shop one by one. Anyone who saw similar faces was arrested, regardless of age, and interrogated one by one.

Shen Xingqiu sat across from Yang Kang's mother and son, holding the portrait that Jian Hu secretly tore.I can't help admiring the painter hired by Prince Zhao's Mansion. Except for the wrong skin color, the portrait is very lifelike.Anyone who sees the portrait and meets Yang Kang will be sure to recognize each other.

"I didn't expect them to find this place so quickly. At this rate, we'll have to find it for them before dark." Jian Ming had just returned from investigating the situation, and he frowned. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.