Who lost this loyal dog?

Zhang Ze opened his eyes.

The hall of the teahouse was full of voices, mostly inseparable from the word "Ye Ming". Even the storyteller who was specially invited to warm up the scene on the stage happily talked about the grievances and grievances between the Seven Schools of the Righteous Way and You Ming.

It's rare to be able to steal half a minute of leisure before the final mission, but he still has to endure a group of flies buzzing in his ears. Zhang Ze sat in the corner, frowning, with one hand between his brows, and got a headache from the noise.

As for why he's here...

Zhang Ze turned his head and looked across the street.

Pedestrians coming and going on the road seemed to be covered in a layer of fog, only their bodies could not be seen clearly, and they were hazy.

In contrast, the short figure in the corner was very clear.

A little beggar who looked only five or six years old lowered his head, folded his hands around his knees, arched his body and curled up in the shadow of the corner of the wall.Looking at it from Zhang Ze's perspective, all he could see was the messy and tangled yellow hair trembling slightly with the owner's breath like weeds, and the exposed hands were as thin as chicken feet, and the arms were so thin It broke in one grip.

Although it can be regarded as the Taiping period, this small town is located in a remote place, and the yamen are not rich, so there is no spare money to repair the town. The ground is fairly flat, but it is a solid dirt road. It was left a few days ago In the rain, people will be stained with mud when they walk up. The little beggar rolls in the mud every day, and the rags on his body that are full of patches and barely cover his body have long since lost their original color.

Zhang Ze ordered a pot of tea in the teahouse and sat there for a long time, choosing a seat by the window just to watch the little beggar.

Originally, he only planned to stop for a while, take a day off and head to the next city.Just when he was out for a stroll, he happened to hear the sound of punches and kicks. It seemed that someone was fighting, but it didn't look like people in the martial arts were clinking their hands, so he became curious.

With nothing to do left and right, Zhang Ze walked a few steps following the sound, jumped up the wall, and found that it was nothing more than a fight between beggars. The difference in strength between the two sides is too great.

On one side were big, round, plump brats with good food, and on the other side was the thin and dark little Douding who was not as tall as his legs.

This is a unilateral crush without any suspense.

A few people beat and kicked the little beggar, still swearing, saying "no one wants", "bastard", "broom star", Zhang Ze frowned when he heard it, and his men didn't pay attention to propriety, leaving two finger prints on the wall.

These little devils live on the streets, have mothers but no fathers, learn what they hear, and scold them badly, but they scold themselves.

After a while, the little beggar was curled up with his stomach in his arms, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Not wanting this farce to continue, Zhang Ze took out a few pieces of silver from his arms and held them in his hand.

At this time, some beggar shouted loudly: "Did you think that sick grandpa of yours would come to save you? Let me tell you, the old man died yesterday, dead!"

In an instant, Zhang Ze saw the little beggar's eyes widen suddenly, and his chest heaved violently. Then his eyes blurred, and the little beggar was hanging on a beggar, with no expression on his muddy face. Opened wide, he bit the beggar's neck tightly with all his might.

The beggar cried out in pain and called his companions to beat him to death.

The little beggar like a black loach frowned, and Zhang Ze met his black and white eyes unintentionally.

The little beggar's eyes, which were so big because of hunger, were full of hostility. He hung on the beggar quietly, no matter how hard other people beat him, he would not let go, even if he died, he would tear off a piece of flesh.

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, and before the situation became irreversible, he shot a few silver coins on the acupuncture points of the beggars, knocking them out.

He turned over and landed on the ground, looking at the little beggar in front of him who was a little dazed due to the sudden change.

The little beggar let go of his mouth, stood up, and stared at the figure that appeared suddenly with a pair of eyes, extremely vigilant.

No wonder the little beggar curled up desperately just now, and there seemed to be something in front of the protector's chest—maybe it was a moldy steamed bun.

As if seeing the cubs wandering outside showing their soft claws fiercely, Zhang Ze stretched out his hand slowly in silence.

But seeing the little beggar back a few steps like frightened, turned around and ran away without looking back.

Didn't expect to meet here.

Zhang Ze poured himself a cup of tea.

With his martial arts cultivation, it can be clearly felt that the little beggar has become much weaker than when the two met for the first time.

Maybe it was because of the shortage of food, maybe it was because the injuries he suffered that day were too serious, or maybe it was the rain that was too cold the previous few days...

In short, if left alone, the child will not live long.

Zhang Ze put down the teapot, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

It's not that he has never seen the more bully the less, it's not that he has never seen a beggar who is homeless, but he has never left alone, at most throwing a few copper coins into the beggar's bowl-since it can't save them, it's better to let them go from the beginning.

But that little beggar...whether he was impulsive or obsessed, or just because those dark and bright eyes were too dazzling, he made a move.

At the moment when Sui Yin shot, there was only one thought in his mind, it would be a pity if these eyes could never be opened again.

However, there was still the same problem, he could save for a while, but not for the rest of his life.

The final task is about to begin, and he is still uncertain whether he will be able to complete it. If he can't take care of himself, how can he take care of others?

The little beggar suddenly straightened up and looked around.

Zhang Ze saw him trembling slightly with sharp eyes.

The days of August and September are the hottest time, so there is no reason why this child would be so cold.

The little beggar didn't realize that someone from across the street was looking at him, and found that no one was paying attention. He leaned on the wall and wanted to stand up, but he didn't know where the wound was affected. Under the pain, he lost all strength and fell hard. In the same place, I couldn't get up for a long time.

The pedestrians with blurred faces on the road hurried to and fro, and no one was willing to stop to give alms to the children at the foot of the wall.

The little beggar lay motionless for a long time. When Zhang Ze was worried about whether he would die, his thin palms were on the ground, and he struggled to get up from the muddy ground and rebuild his body.

This half-day of tossing consumed his remaining precious physical strength, but everything returned to the original point.

The little beggar rested for a while panting, gathering up a little energy, he moved again.

He guessed that he knew that he had no strength. This time, he no longer wanted to stand up, but leaned forward, knelt on the ground with his hands and feet, and moved out little by little.

What is he going to do?Zhang Ze stared at the thin but inexplicably stubborn figure in a daze.

The little beggar was too weak and crawled slowly.His hands and feet were so soft that he couldn't use his strength, and his body didn't seem to be his own, but he knew he couldn't stop, and once he stopped, he couldn't get up again.

step

two steps

Three steps

……

Zhang Ze watched as the little beggar crawled out of two short mud marks, climbed closer to the busy street, and then seemed to have exhausted all his strength, staggered and fell down, just lying on the cold ground, No more moving.

He looked at the junction of light and darkness behind the little beggar, and suddenly realized.

Because of the shading of the building, the foot of the wall cannot see the sun all year round. Although it is not eye-catching, it is cold and humid.After a rain a few days ago, other places have dried up, but the foot of the wall is still wet. It seems that all the muddy rainwater has gathered in such a small place.

The little beggar probably couldn't stand the cold, so he desperately wanted to bask in the sun.

Zhang Ze only felt that something was stuck in his throat, which made him panic and his eyes were dry. Before he could react consciously, he had already walked to the little beggar with the steaming buns on the table.

The sun shone warmly on his body, and the cold seeping from the cracks in his bones suddenly eased a lot. The little beggar pursed his lips and showed a small smile.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, a black shadow suddenly enveloped him, blocking all the light.

The little beggar was startled suddenly, and wanted to move to the side, but he was too tired and hungry, half his life had been lost from the tossing just now, and now he really couldn't move.

"Sir, please do me a favor. I have no money and nothing to eat."

The little beggar was talking in a low voice, only hoping that he was a kind person and would let him off.

Noticing that the little beggar flinched for a moment, Zhang Ze turned sideways and let the sunlight fall on the little beggar again. Hearing this, his heart suddenly felt sour.

His eyes were red, and the hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened. He lowered his lower body, suppressed his voice softly, and said, "I don't want your money, and I don't want your food. I have buns here, little beggar , do you want to come with me?"

In just a few words, he exhausted all his tenderness.

The little beggar stared blankly at the figure coming against the light, his eyes were so painful that he didn't want to look away, but only vaguely thought: Did the gods in the sky finally hear his prayer?

That's why he came to him when he was about to die and reached out to him?

It turned out that the gods that grandpa said really existed.

Unknowingly where the strength came from, the little beggar raised his arm tremblingly and held that hand.

…………

In the darkness, the sleeping Tianyi suddenly opened his eyes, his vigilant eyes swept across the silent room, and finally fell on the people around him.

The master's eyelashes trembled, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he slept extremely restlessly.

Could it be that I had a nightmare?Is it because of something during the day?

Tianyi didn't know what to do, hesitated for a while, and decided to wake up the master first.

"... small... small..."

Tianyi bent down and put his ear next to Zhang Ze's mouth, trying to hear more clearly.

After a while, the master's low whisper sounded in his ears: "Little beggar...Little beggar..."

Tianyi suddenly held his breath, instinctively suppressed all his out-of-control performances, tensed his whole body, and instantly turned into a stone sculpture that couldn't cry, laugh, and let alone lifeless.

"Little beggar..."

There was no answer, and the person in his sleep called out unconsciously over and over again.

Tianyi's eyes traced the familiar facial features of his master, and the treasure that was firmly locked in his heart appeared in his eyes bit by bit. Seeing that his master was about to be awakened, he responded softly: "Master... ...Aze..."

As his words fell, and his eager search got a response, Zhang Ze's frowning brows slightly relaxed, and his lips pursed together: "Do you want to come with me?"

"...Okay." Tianyi replied.