Who lost this loyal dog?

The four of Lin Youjian traveled all afternoon and spent the night in the wild. The next day, they waited for the Wudang sent to meet them.

Bi Yan was in the line, he saw Zhang Ze from a distance, waved his arms, and greeted cheerfully: "Zhang Ze——"

Then he glanced behind Zhang Ze, and saw Lin Youjian with a dark complexion.

"Master, Master..." He yelled in a low voice, quickly put away his "informal" appearance, and hid behind the middle-aged man beside him.

Zhang Ze followed Bi Yan's movements and saw an acquaintance - a Wudang disciple he had met once in Wudang Mountain, who seemed to be Shen Yuliang.

The other two were unrecognizable.

"Master, Guan Jing, one of the four sons of Wudang, and his two apprentices, brothers Shen Yufei and Shen Yuliang." Tian Yi glanced at him, his lowered eyes transmitted the sound into the secret.

No wonder the two looked alike, Zhang Ze made a note of it secretly, and nodded to Shen Yu Liangliang with a smile.

Lin Youjian set up a bridge to introduce Zhang Ze, Guan Jing and others to each other. After some pleasantries, Guan Jing explained to them the intention of coming: "Abbot Yongxin sent news that Senior Wen agreed to take over the order of Liuhe, hold a hero meeting, and crusade against the ghosts. , and let me pick you up to the Xiaoyao faction, Senior Wen wants to meet Zhang Shaoxia and this child."

The matter is of great importance and the implications are extensive, so we cannot judge in vain based on the words of one family.Zhang Ze guessed that Wen Hongyu probably wanted to meet him, the client, and inquire about the situation in person.

Yu Li, what Gu Qingfeng and he are looking forward to together is that the righteous way of the world will join hands to suppress the evil spirits and bring peace to the common people. If the development of the situation continues, all kinds of mysteries will be solved, and the day when the truth will be revealed.

In terms of emotion and reason, he has no reason to refuse.

Furthermore, the Xiaoyao faction should have skilled craftsmen who have a way to open the cylinder and take out the contents - I have worked for the treasure map for most of the day, if I have never seen what this thing looks like, it would be too bad .

With the support of Guan Jing and others, the journey this time was not too hasty.

Even so, Zhang Ze also felt physically and mentally exhausted when he arrived at the Xiaoyao School, and Li Lian even lost a lot of weight.

It was getting late, and in front of the mountain gate, there were two people standing at the entrance. Seeing them, one of them came up to him from a distance and saluted with fists together: "Brother Guan, Brother Lin, long time no see."

Guan Jing and Lin Youjian returned the salute.

That person still didn't forget to say hello to Zhang Ze: "Young Xia Zhang, don't come here without any problems."

Zhang Ze hurriedly saluted and said, "Thank you for your concern, senior, everything is fine now."

Li Chengru helped him a lot, thinking of that kindness, he was more grateful than being polite.

"That's good." Li Chengru took a rough look, and seeing Zhang Ze's tired face, he turned his head and told the people behind him: "Changfeng, take Zhang Shaoxia and the others to rest."

"Yes." Yu Changfeng took the order.

Lin Youjian, Guan Jing and Li Chengru had a discussion about something, and they separated.

Zhang Ze followed Yu Changfeng and walked slowly along the winding mountain path, sighing, "I haven't seen him for more than a month, this person has not changed at all, except for the wooden hairpin that binds his hair, there are no extra accessories, and he wears a simple blue coat." On him, however, he is immortal and has an extraordinary demeanor.

I don't know how the injury on his shoulder is doing, it's probably healed.

Zhang Ze thought that Yu Changfeng and Yu Changfeng were not acquaintances, so he started to talk, and what made him look at each other was that the remaining three were one of them, and the other was quiet, jumping like Bi Yan, and they all kept their brows and eyes closed, not daring to make a fuss, I don't know why Under the influence of Yu Changfeng, he was still in awe of Senior Wen who was not here.

He secretly glanced at Bi Yan, but didn't go into it - he didn't feel comfortable in any part of his body now, especially the thighs. After riding a horse for several days, there was a burning pain there, probably because the skin had been worn out.

Knowing that everyone was exhausted, Yu Changfeng took them directly to the guest room of the Xiaoyao faction: "It's getting late, and Xiaoyao disciples will bring food later, everyone, please rest here for a night."

The brothers Shen Yufei and Shen Yuliang were obviously not coming here for the first time, they chose a room with ease, and said goodbye to leave. Bi Yan was as considerate as ever, first cheerfully led Zhang Ze to find the room, and then turned and left.

Roughly washing off the dust all over his body, Zhang Ze hurriedly drank a bowl of porridge to fill his stomach. Zhang Ze drooped his eyelids and forced himself to greet Tian Yi. After finally taking off his coat, he fell into a deep sleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

"..."

Tianyi sighed secretly, picked up the thin quilt beside the bed and covered his master.

The scorching heat is gradually gone, and the coolness is coming, even if you have internal strength, you must take care of it carefully.

After half closing the wide open wooden window, he turned around and picked up the robes that were casually thrown at the foot of the bed, smoothed them out one by one, folded them skillfully, and placed them neatly beside the master's pillow.

Tianyi took out the golden wound medicine in his bosom to treat the abrasions, sat down gently on the edge of the bed, and wanted to help the master treat the wound on his leg, but the location was too sensitive, the master might not be willing, and he didn't want to wake the master up, After hesitating for a moment, I had to give up.

He put away the medicine bottle, lightly turned over and lay down on the half of the bed specially vacated by the master, lay down properly, closed his eyes, and said silently, master good night, as he has always been used to.

The bright moon hangs high, and after about half an hour, or an hour, in Zhang Ze's mind, the system quietly popped up, and then quietly disappeared, leaving only a row of words shining with faint blue light:

"Story progress: 50.00%. Host soul strength detection: (98878/100000)"

"Ah, Ah."

Zhang Ze sneezed several times in succession and rubbed his nose silently. Could it be that someone is talking about him?

"where are we going?"

The little beggar's question brought him back to his thoughts.

No wonder the little beggar would ask this question. They left the town and had already trekked in the wilderness for more than two days.In this place where there are no shops in front of the village and no shops behind, if you want to take a bullock cart, you have to depend on your luck.

Zhang Ze replied: "Let's go to Jingzhou and find a teacher."

The little beggar is young and has a long way to go in the future, so he can't follow him around to do tasks.As early as when he decided to take him away, Zhang Ze had already thought about his future plans.

The teacher was a scholar, and when he was traveling with his wife, he met a gangster. By chance, he was rescued by him, and he owed him a favor.

He thinks that this husband and wife are people who know how to repay their kindness. If they entrust the little beggar to them and leave enough money, for the sake of saving their lives, they will take care of them wholeheartedly.

Scholars have a lot of money in their stomachs, so it is no problem to help a little beggar enlighten and teach him to read and write.

As for martial arts, he has a good friendship with Bi Yan of the Wudang School, and he has helped him a few times. When he writes a book, he will say hello in advance and ask the other party to take care of him when he recruits students from the Wudang School. It is not difficult to join Wudang if you have a heart and aptitude.

In the future, either he succeeds in his mission and can accompany the little beggar for another ride, or he fails in the mission and the lamp goes out after death. It all depends on the little beggar himself—whether it is to be a scholar to obtain fame, or to be successful. A generation of heroes roaming the rivers and lakes has nothing to do with him in the end.

He tried his best to be considerate, paved a broad road for the little beggar, but the little beggar instantly dimmed his eyes, tightly squeezed the corner of his clothes, and lowered his head silently.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Zhang Ze asked with concern.

The little beggar shook his head silently.

Zhang Ze patted the little beggar's head: "Oh, it would be great if I could have an ox cart or a horse cart."

It doesn't matter for him to eat and sleep alone as an adult, but the little beggar is thinner than his peers, and he may not be able to bear it.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Amidst the tinkling of bells, a dilapidated firewood ox cart approached.

"This old man stop..."

After stopping the bullock cart and paying the fare, Zhang Ze dragged the little beggar into the cart happily.

The next moment, the lights and shadows flashed before his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already sitting in a teahouse, ordering a pot of tea and listening to the storyteller in the lobby telling the story of the recent Martial Arts Competition coming to an end soon, and the ghost suspected to be back in the rivers and lakes. When it comes to lively places, it is impassioned, saliva flying around, in exchange for applause from the audience.

Zhang Ze put down his teacup, looked at the little beggar beside him holding the teacup in a daze, and asked, "Why don't you eat dim sum? Don't you like it?"

He took a piece from the tray in front of the beggar and threw it into his mouth.

A mellow milk fragrance with a touch of sweetness spreads in the mouth, and the taste is not bad. It is indeed one of the most popular refreshments in this teahouse.

The little beggar shook his head and buried his head lower.

"That means you're tired?" Zhang Ze guessed, "That's right, I haven't had a good rest after driving for two days. How about this, let's take a good rest these days and see if there is anything delicious and fun in this place ..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

In the noisy teahouse, Zhang Ze only heard Tingba, and there was a little dark water mark on the table—the little beggar shrugged his shoulders slightly, and actually cried again.

"Ugh……"

Zhang Ze sighed helplessly, he was really not good at raising children, he always made little beggars cry, and there was nothing he could do.

Hearing this sigh, the little beggar shuddered, his eyes widened and he tried to stop the tears, he hurriedly tugged on his sleeves to wipe off the tears on the table, he raised his hand and realized that the clothes on his body were also bought by Zhang Ze Yes, don't get dirty.

He froze there helplessly, looking at Zhang Ze eagerly, opened and closed his lips, and finally lowered his head sadly with the corners of his lips tightly pressed together, the big teardrops could no longer stop, rolling down his cheeks.

"Don't cry..."

Zhang Ze pulled the little beggar to his side, knelt down and fumbled for a long time, but couldn't find the handkerchief. Seeing the child crying more and more fiercely, he simply used his sleeve as a handkerchief, and carefully wiped away the tears on his face—— Fortunately, the material of his clothes was soft enough, and it wouldn't hurt the little beggar if he rubbed his face.

At the end, he stretched his arms around the man, patted the little beggar's back lightly, and patiently waited for him to calm down.

The little beggar was afraid that he would stain Zhang Ze's clothes again, even if he missed the warmth that enveloped him, he still bit his lip and took a few steps back.

Zhang Ze let go of his hand and let the little beggar withdraw from his arms, only looking at him with concern.

"I, slightly,"

Just as the little beggar said a word, a strange sound came out of his mouth. The little beggar covered his mouth in fright, and stared at Zhang Ze in panic.

"It's just a bit of an annoyance." Zhang Ze touched the little beggar's head, and was amused by his appearance, the corners of his mouth curled up into a slight smile - that's how children should be, how can they be so sad all day long.

Feeling that Zhang Ze wasn't angry with him, the little beggar obviously relaxed a bit, looking directly at Zhang Ze's with big moist eyes, and asked him, "Are you going to abandon me?"

Zhang Ze was stunned for a moment, unable to speak—he had never told the little beggar about his idea of ​​entrusting the little beggar to a scholar. He never thought that the child was so intelligent and sensitive that he guessed it himself.

Seeing that he didn't refute, the little beggar became anxious, and raised his voice unconsciously: "I, I will be very obedient, I won't eat much, and I won't cause you trouble, can you please don't drive me away, I, I want to follow you……"

In desperation, he grabbed Zhang Ze's soaked sleeves with both hands, and shouted the last two words: "Master!"

Zhang Ze was very glad that he was not drinking tea, otherwise he would have to choke on his mouth: "Where did you hear this name? No, you don't need to call me that."

Being called the master by a child who was not as tall as he squatted down, Zhang Ze secretly cursed at the evil society, and hurriedly corrected the name of the little beggar.

Seeing that the little beggar looked like a puppy kicked ruthlessly by his master, and lost all the light in his eyes, Zhang Ze sighed and explained: "Two months, or three months later, I have to do something .Maybe you will survive, but you may also die. If you follow me, what will you do then. The teacher is a good man, and I don’t worry if you follow him. If I am still alive, I will definitely pick you up. If I die Yes, he will take care of you."

As an ordinary child, he would not be able to say these words, but with the mind of a little beggar, he can definitely understand what he said, and he can also understand what is the best choice.

Unexpectedly, the little beggar suddenly became an idiot, identified Zhang Ze, and even if he understood it with reason, he just bit his lower lip tightly and stared at him stubbornly with clear and clean eyes, sad and frightened in his eyes Fear and fear were intertwined, and there was no trace of the cleverness when they asked him just now.

After some staring at each other that could not be regarded as a stalemate, Zhang Ze's heart trembled, he sighed, and resigned to his fate: "Follow me, follow me, since I picked you up back then, I won't leave you alone."

The child had suffered too much before, and his heart was anxious, so he would naturally be worried that he would abandon him, so it would be better to stay by his side, comfort him slowly, and then take care of him.

After making up his mind, he habitually patted the little beggar's head, pushed him to the edge of the table and sat down, stuffed another piece of pastry in it, while he picked up the tea that had been cold for a long time, and after muttering to himself, Drank it all: "I knew you were so stupid..."

I will definitely bring you back in the first place.

The second half of the sentence was swallowed by him with tea.

Zhang Ze put down his teacup, and reiterated emphatically: "Little one, don't call me master. My name is Zhang Ze, you can call me Aze."

Knowing that he could stay, the little beggar lifted his spirits, his whole body seemed to be illuminated by a layer of light, his eyes became two stars in the night sky, and he happily called out the name in a crisp voice: "Aze."

Zhang Ze responded with his nose: "Huh?"

"Ah Ze!" The little beggar looked at Zhang Ze excitedly.

Zhang Ze poured himself another cup of tea: "Ah, I'm here."

"Aze—"

Zhang Ze knocked the little beggar on the head angrily: "Xiao Douding, shouting once is enough, I shouldn't answer calling again."

The little beggar nodded vigorously, and handed the pastry in front of Zhang Ze: "Ah Ze, this is for you to eat."

This is what I stuffed for you, Zhang Ze slandered, took the plum-shaped snack and threw it into his mouth, this time, it was red bean cake.

Facing the child's big bright eyes, he hesitated for a while, and finally nodded slightly: "It's delicious."

Hearing the compliment, the little beggar smiled embarrassedly at Zhang Ze.

after awhile.

Xiao Douding knelt on the stool, with thin arms and short hands, he struggled to pick up the kettle, which was a bit heavy for him: "Ah Ze, let me pour tea for you."

It was filled with boiling water!

Fearing that he would be burned, Zhang Ze hurriedly grabbed the teapot: "Be careful!"

Doing bad things with good intentions, the little beggar sat quietly on the stool now, not daring to do anything more, but just took a look at Zhang Ze from time to time, then another, and then another.

Seeing all these small actions of the little beggar, Zhang Ze let out a long sigh helplessly, and put down his teacup—why does the little beggar sigh when he cries, and he still sighs when the little beggar laughs.

"By the way, little beggar, did old man Wu ever name you?"

Since you want to keep it with you, you can't just call it "little beggar, little beggar" all the time, so choosing a name has become a top priority.

"Name? No." The little beggar shook his head neatly.

These beggars, with low life and low fortune, have lived through today without tomorrow, what name do they want.

When old man Wu was still alive, he only called him "little beggar".

"That's it..." Zhang Ze smacked his lips, not surprised by the answer, "Why don't I help you choose one. Don't worry, I'm pretty good at picking names."

He went through the names he had heard in his previous life and could still remember, and reported a list of dish names: "Zhang Zhaocai, Li Jinbao, Wang Jianguo, Zhao Goudan, Zheng Goudan, Qian Tiedan, Sun Heiwa... …Which one do you like?"

Before the little beggar could answer, Zhang Ze's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said, "Why don't we call it Tianyi, the ancients have said that Tianyi is... but... well, that, wherever he goes, all evil spirits are hidden Avoid. I hope that with the protection of this name, no matter where you go or what you do in the future, you will be able to avoid all evil, and be safe and smooth."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the name had a very good meaning. Zhang Ze looked at the little beggar with a smile, and said, "I'll call it Tianyi, how about it?"

As if being dazed by a pie falling from the sky, little beggar, no, little Tianyi asked in a daze, "I have a name?"

Zhang Ze nodded.

"Tianyi..." Xiao Tianyi murmured, pure joy smeared on his cheeks, his eyes became brighter and brighter, "Ah Ze, my name is Tianyi."