Who lost this loyal dog?

"Owner!"

Tianyi didn't know what the master thought of in a split second, so he lost his composure, he just squatted down silently, and stretched out his hands to clean up the mess on the ground.

The ceramic water cup is broken into large and small porcelain pieces, if not cleaned properly, it will definitely hurt the owner.

Zhang Ze dragged Tianyi up, and asked him as if looking for confirmation: "Forget about those things, Tianyi, how many years has Longxing been here?"

Longxing is the year name that Gu Qingfeng proclaimed to the world after he ascended the throne.

"Longxing 20 years." After Tianyi finished answering, he was taken aback for a moment, and quietly raised his eyes to glance at his master.

I saw the master frowning tightly, his right hand was slowly rubbing against his lips, his eyes were empty, and he was extremely focused.The master's left hand on his wrist tightened unconsciously, with such force that he felt a little pain.

Sure enough, the master noticed it, and Tian Yi secretly sighed.

"Longxing 20 years, that is to say, 20 years ago, Gu Qingfeng's father died of illness, and Gu Qingfeng became the throne. Gu Qingfeng said that he was ambushed by the Nether when he was a child, and his father was seriously injured and lingering. Years passed away..."

Zhang Ze's voice was very soft, and the mist in his eyes disappeared.

"That's right. In today's world, there are not many things that can make senior Wen so afraid. One is Netherworld, but its strength has been greatly weakened in recent years. It has been huddled in Hengzhou and dare not come out. The other is the imperial court. The emperor was assassinated and slapped With such a big slap, the imperial court will definitely not let it go, it will definitely put pressure on the martial arts, and at worst it will kill the person who directly strikes. You Ming can hide and hide, and the seven major sects have great achievements. Many years of rivals, and even many people in Nether have defected from the Seven Sects, they are simply good targets, and the emperor will definitely find them."

His eyes became brighter and his speech speed gradually accelerated.

"Compared to the whole country, the martial arts sect is really weak. It's fine to make small troubles at ordinary times. Once the court is determined to fight them to the death, they have absolutely no chance of winning. Isn't the incident a hundred years ago an example? But today is not the past For example, the current court is stable and politically clear, and the means used to deal with the Xiao Dynasty cannot be used on Daqing. Therefore, in order to ensure that the imperial court will not really use troops against these martial arts sects, Wudang and Shaolin had to ask the Liuhe Order to convene The knights of the rivers and lakes attacked the nether world together, and presented the head of the culprit to the court, hoping to appease the emperor's anger."

"It's a pity that Gu Qingfeng's father is not in good health, and knocking the mountain and shaking the tiger is the limit. There are remnants of the previous dynasty on the outside, and the prince is too young to be the leader. If the pressure continues, the seven factions will be forced to rebel. When the time comes The turbulent situation, internal and external difficulties, will definitely hurt the vitality of Daqing, the emperor can only stop, and the rivers and lakes have a chance to breathe."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ze sneered: "No wonder, no matter how much they fight, these people only dare to find some ordinary people to start with, no matter how bad they are, they just kill some errands and miscellaneous government servants, but anyone with a bit of official position, even if it is a small county Ling, no one dared to provoke him easily - he was beaten so hard and hurt back then, even You Ming didn't want to seek death at will. No wonder Gu Qingfeng..."

He made a vague sentence, and when he came back to his senses, he noticed what he was holding in his left hand, and hurriedly let go of his hand: "Sorry, are you alright, Tianyi?"

Tianyi put his right hand behind his back calmly, shook his head and said, "Your subordinate is fine."

The owner just grasped it tighter, didn't use his internal strength, it was just a little pain, the meridians of the wrist bones were not damaged, just some bruises, just leave it alone, it will be gone in two days.

After briefly cleaning up the broken water glass with Tianyi, Zhang Ze yawned a lot, so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

After driving all morning, he finally came to the Wudang faction. Before he could catch his breath, he was called by headmaster Chen to have a conversation. After entering the study, he found out that he was the only one who had the conversation. Awful content.

When he finally came out of the study and returned to his own room, he had a flash of inspiration, and accidentally glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the truth 20 years ago, and he didn't feel sleepy at all under the agitation of his mood.

It was completely dark now, and after he suddenly relaxed his mind, the tiredness that had been suppressed forcibly flooded his heart like a tide, making Zhang Ze unable to hold back.

After two consecutive yawns, he washed up indiscriminately, floated onto the bed like a wandering spirit, and said in a daze, "I'm going to sleep, Tianyi, you should go to bed earlier", closed his eyes, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Was there any sound just now?

This thought flashed through his chaotic brain, and was completely overwhelmed by waves of drowsiness in the blink of an eye.

"Story progress: 30.00%. Host soul strength detection: (98504/100000)"

A gust of wind blew into the collar, and Zhang Ze felt a little cold. He closed his neckline and shivered.

The hazy mist in front of his eyes dissipated, and he was standing in a wilderness.

Where is this...?

Before he could figure it out, a very slight sobbing sound came to his ears. Zhang Ze followed the sound and looked down, only to find that he was not the only one in this wilderness.

Little beggar, no, you can't be called a little beggar now.

The child was washed clean, put on neat clothes, his hair was neatly combed behind his head, tied into a bundle with cloth strips, and he knelt on the ground with his back facing him.

Looking up, there is a grave bag and a very simple tombstone, which is empty without a word.

This is a cemetery.

The old beggar who lived with the little beggar died here.

Zhang Ze looked at the wordless tombstone and said that the tombstone is really flattering. It’s just a piece of wood. He peeled off the bark and made it smoother. Flat, with twisted edges, and a slit at the top.

The old beggar was lucky.

Beggars are like this, buried with death, wrapped in a straw mat, and thrown into a mass grave without even a decent grave.

What's more, the place where he died was too far away, and after ten days and half a month, no one would find out that the corpse was rotten and smelly.

He looked at it silently for a while, then asked, "Little beggar, do you know his name?"

The suppressed sobs disappeared suddenly, and the child who was asked about it stiffened and held his breath carefully. After a while, he dared to be small and shook his head gently: "... I don't know."

That's right, there are people who have a last meal but not a next meal, and whether their names are still being discussed.

"This is troublesome..." Zhang Ze sighed softly.

You can't just leave the tombstone empty.

This sigh fell on the little beggar's ears like a thunderclap, for fear that he would be rejected and left behind.

He turned around in a hurry, so anxious that he couldn't speak clearly: "My lord, I, I... I seem to have heard that someone calls Grandpa Old Man Wu."

Zhang Ze stroked the little beggar's head soothingly: "Wu... whatever."

He drew out his saber and swung it familiarly.

Speaking of which, he killed a strange man and snatched this sword. The word "Hong" was engraved on the body of the sword. It cuts hair and cuts iron like mud, and it is very easy to use.

The silver snake danced with the sword, and the light flickered. When Zhang Ze drew his sword and stopped, there was a vertical row of crooked words on the wordless tombstone:

The tomb of Old Man Wu.

"All right."

He touched his nose guiltily - there is no way, most of the characters in this world are ancient characters, he has learned for so long, he can read and write, but it is not very beautiful.

The little beggar stared blankly at the line of words and understood something. Tears flooded his eyes again. He wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve and kowtowed to Zhang Ze in a choked voice: "Thank you sir..."

Zhang Ze sighed, bent down to help the child who was so thin that a gust of wind could blow him away, took his hand, and said softly, "Let's go, let's go eat something."

The child is really pitifully well-behaved, quiet, not crying or making trouble, he follows wherever he goes, and when he turns around, he can always see a pair of big black and white eyes looking at him, when he finds out, the child will He lowered his head in a panic and didn't dare to look any more. When he looked back, he could feel the child's eyes tightly glued to his body again.

It was like this even when eating, obviously longing for the food on the table, and growling with hunger, but only dared to pick up the white rice with a spoon, and raised his eyes from time to time to glance at his reaction quietly, It seems that if he eats a little more, he will throw it away.

Zhang Ze couldn't help but sighed secretly—he couldn't count how many times he sighed since he took in this little cub. The long-term experience of beggars made this child thin and small. Make up for the previous deficit.How can I just eat without eating vegetables?

As if aware of his emotions, the little beggar's hand that was stuffing rice into his mouth completely stopped, and his whole body froze on the stool, not daring to move.

Zhang Ze picked up the chopsticks, picked a dish that looked good, smelled good, and tasted good, put a few chopsticks into the child's bowl: "Eat more."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he put down his chopsticks, he saw the little beggar on the opposite side of the table bury his head suddenly, his shoulders shook violently, and a suppressed sob came into his ears, which made him feel helpless and just wanted to sigh again. Tone—A few days ago, facing a few tall and big bear children who were as fierce as wolves, how come he is like a tearful man made of water, and the tears have not been broken.

Before Zhang Ze could come up with any way to comfort him, the little beggar had already picked up the bowl and began to eat.

This is considered a bit of progress, isn't it? While comforting himself, he added food to the child, and the meal was very harmonious.

It was probably because he was crying hard, and his energy was exhausted. Not long after eating, the little beggar began to doze off, clicking his head like a chicken pecking rice, and clicking again, but he was in the way, and he did not dare to fall asleep.

Zhang Ze sighed and shook his head, picked up the child who was not much heavier than a chicken cub, put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and was about to turn around and leave when a skinny hand grabbed the hem of his clothes.

He turned his head, and the little beggar was obviously sleepy to death, but he still kept his eyes wide open, with a little fear and stubbornness, and asked him timidly: "Is your lord leaving? I, I don't want to leave your lord..."

Guessing what the little beggar was worrying about, Zhang Ze gave up the idea of ​​opening another room, and instead sat by the little beggar's bed, comforting him: "I won't leave you, go to sleep, I'm not going anywhere .”

The night was gloomy, and looking at the drowsy child, he suddenly thought that since he came to this world, he has been busy running around and completing tasks, and he didn't even bother to take a good look around the world.After the matter was over, he had nothing to do, and before leaving, it seemed good to just take this little guy around for a look.