Ye Qian easily found the person based on the mark left on the little beggar's body.

Although the little beggar left first, he did not return to his residence immediately. Instead, he wandered around in crowded places in the city.

On the surface, the little beggar took out a small bowl and begged everywhere, so he was doing his job well.

But in Ye Qian's mental telepathy, this little beggar seemed to be guarding against something.

When noon was almost over, the little beggar finally left the crowded area.

After twisting and turning, the little beggar entered a City God's Temple.

Ye Qian rushed into a space and hid on a high beam in the City God's Temple.

He planned to see what was going on.

At least we need to see if there is really a fleeing Xinghai Sect disciple behind this little beggar.

Generally speaking, for a cultivator, he has already given the little beggar a spirit to enter the Tao, so why should he be stingy with that little money?

Either the situation is too difficult to protect oneself, and one does not dare to give the little beggar money, or one just wants to test his character.

Ye Qian thinks it should be the former.

Today is different from the past. To put it harshly, a lost dog would never run for his life to test others.

Don’t you think you can’t die quickly enough?

If it was the former, Ye Qian would not hesitate to help. If it was the latter, Ye Qian would leave silently.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with them.

Ye Qian took Chen Yicheng's token and promised to help him when he met a Xinghai Sect disciple, so he naturally had to do it.

Now that he sees something suspicious, Ye Qian won't find it troublesome, and it won't waste much time anyway.

In the City God's Temple, in the center is a clay statue of the City God. Under the statue, a fire is burning brightly, and several young beggars are sitting in a circle.

In the corner, an old man with unkempt hair and dirty face was huddled up against a mud statue, wrapped in a dirty thin quilt.

Ye Qian's eyes were locked on the old man.

He doesn't have any spiritual power in his body, he is indeed an ordinary person.

He is still an ordinary person who is sick.

All the eight extraordinary meridians are blocked, the Dantian is broken, and the blood and Qi are greatly depleted.

More importantly, under the unkempt appearance, his face was covered with sword marks and was still disfigured.

This man is useless from the inside out.

Logically speaking, it is not easy for a mortal to survive to this day under such injuries.

Uh, no!

Ye Qian's eyes flashed.

interesting!

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Qian's mouth, he found someone!

As expected, this unkempt old man curled up on the ground is a disciple of the Xinghai Sect.

Ordinarily, if he is in such a bad situation, he must need help.

But as a ninth-level alchemy master, he could conclude that the injuries on the old man's body were all the result of self-inflicted wounds.

No one can hurt his whole body so well.

It's so injured that it looks like it could hang up or die at any time, but it can still survive.

Is this helpful or not?

Ye Qian rolled his eyes in his heart, let's take a look.

When the temple door opened and the little beggar walked in, the eyes of several little beggars around the age of thirteen or fourteen next to the fire suddenly fell on the little beggar.

A little beggar with the strongest body yelled playfully: "Hey, isn't this the young master who used to be in the Zhao family's grain store..."

"These days, young masters are as cheap as dogs. All cats and dogs can call you young master!"

"Hehe, what a saying, a young man is as cheap as a dog. What do you think, Mr. Dog, how many times do you bark and listen?"

"Yeah, yeah, speaking of it, I've never heard a dog bark from Mr. Dog. Let's have some fun together, Mr. Dog?"

Someone took the lead, and the other little beggars burst into laughter.

After a series of sarcasm, only a little beggar with thick eyebrows frowned, as if he couldn't stand it.

After his family was ruined, he thought he had experienced all the warmth and warmth in the world, but when he heard these sarcastic words, the little beggar still clenched his fists.

The fingertips penetrate deeply into the flesh of the palm, and the tingling sensation reminds the little beggar not to be impulsive.

You know, because Sishui County is located on the border, it is a small place but a mixed bag.

Even if they are not qualified to practice Taoism, everyone still practices martial arts, even beggars.

After all, practicing martial arts is the main way for these beggars to escape their status as beggars.

No one wants to beg for the rest of his life.

There are many ways to practice martial arts. Of course, a beggar can't learn a good one, but if you are older, you can learn it early and you can learn it for a long time.

The little beggar has a family background, but martial arts training does not require a practitioner. The physical body must be at least twelve years old and the body and bones can bear it before he can start.

To put it simply, the little beggar alone cannot defeat this group of fellow beggars who are mocking him.

If it can be tolerated and his bottom line is not touched, the little beggar does not want to conflict with them.

Glancing at them indifferently, the little beggar ignored them and went straight to the old man in the corner.

There were bursts of boos coming from behind him. The little beggar bit his lip, took a deep breath, and still endured it.

"Old man, it's time to eat..." The little beggar squatted down, shook the old man's body, and called softly a few times.

When the old man heard the call, his ears moved, and after a while he opened his closed eyes.

The eyes were clear in black and white, and there was a thin layer of mist steaming in front of the eyelids, which was definitely not what a dying old man should have.

There was a complicated look in the old man's eyes, and he moved the corners of his mouth with great difficulty. His voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life, "Boy, are you looking for food again?"

"Well, old man, I met a kind-hearted person today."

The smile on the little beggar's face was natural and calm, and he didn't seem to think begging was something embarrassing or embarrassing.

The little beggar took out the paper bag containing rice and the leftover food from Qingyunlou that had been stuck to his fur coat.

"Eat it, I don't know how long you can live. If you want to eat the food there, I went to try my luck. God takes care of me, and I really got it!"

The little beggar didn't say the name of Qingyun Tower, otherwise the beggars with malicious intentions over there might do something outrageous.

Even now, the little beggar feeds the old people with their backs on their backs, preventing them from seeing what they are eating.

The little beggar fed a mouthful of food into the old man's mouth. In just one breath, the food had disappeared before he saw the old man chewing it.

He was used to this scene.

The old man was a fairy. He once breathed on him, which dispelled the cold and disease, and made his whole body warm.

Unfortunately, even immortals must die one day.

This is the person in front of me.

"I never thought I would eat other people's leftovers one day!"

The old man managed a self-deprecating smile.

"Everyone is in trouble sometimes!" the little beggar persuaded in a pretentious manner.

"Indeed, you are in trouble too!"

A voice came from several little beggars beside the fire. The speaker was the sturdy little beggar who took the lead in mocking just now.

He heard the little beggar talking about being in trouble and thought that the little beggar was not convinced.

He picked his nose and brought the little beggar to him. He looked at the food in the little beggar's hands with a sneer, and his eyes were filled with greed.

That fragrance and color must have come from begging from a wealthy family.

"Oh, young master, it seems that the food collected today is much richer..."

The sturdy beggar swallowed his saliva and called the other beggars who were still at the fire to come over.

It was interesting. Ye Qian watched it with great interest. This was going to be a fight.

Even if the little beggar can attract spirits, it is nothing more than that. He is young and weak, and there is no way he can be the opponent of these beggars.

I don’t know if this old man from the Xinghai Sect can keep pretending.

Seeing several beggars coming around, the little beggar gradually exuded a faint chill and asked: "So what, do you have any ideas?"

It is not easy to beg for food in Surabaya County. It is normal for those little beggars to sometimes go without food for a whole day. Seeing such abundant food, it would be strange for them not to do anything.

The little beggar knows this.
To be continued...