Yun Cong scratched the back of his head and smiled. He was not angry at Yun Yong's behavior. Instead, he cared about the little beggar around him. He quickly walked to him and saw that he fainted.

Hunger and overwork made the little beggar's physical strength reach its limit. Yun Yong's push made the little beggar who had exhausted oil and had no choice but to stop, and immediately fell down and fainted.

He pulled the little beggar. Although the little beggar's thin body looked very light, Yun Cong, who was also thin, could move it alone.

"Hey, come here to help." As a last resort, I had to ask Yun Yong, the gangster.

Yun Yong blocked his ears and ignored them.

There was no choice but to help the little beggar up by himself, and he didn't care about the dirty or the smell. He just held one of the little beggar's arms and slowly dragged them into the sight.

Yun Cong was already very weak. Although this little beggar looked thin, he had a large body and heavy bones. For Yun Cong, he didn't feel relaxed at all. He slipped under his feet and almost fell.

Yun Cong knelt on one knee, and the pain was unbearable and he exhaled. He tried hard to prevent the beggar on his shoulder from falling to the ground, but Yun Cong broke his knees. Just as he felt very struggling, Yun Cong suddenly felt loose on his shoulders and his arm on his neck was lifted up.

Looking back, there was no other one who came to help Yun Yong.

He smiled at Yun Yong, and before he could say more, Yun Yong, who had a black face, was scolded: "What do you think? What do you think? I owe you, my ancestors... won't you help me?" Yun Yong carried the little beggar on his back and roared at Yun Cong who looked at him with a smirk. "I don't know what I owe you in my previous life, I should pay it back in this life... I'm so bad! Unlucky, it's still so smelly."

Yun Yong complained endlessly while walking quickly into the temple.

Yun Cong had known that Yun Yong, who was disgusting and kind, would help. We have lived together for more than two years, and we really knew Yun Yong's character.

"What's going on?"

As soon as he entered the temple gate, he was met by Taoist Qingsong. When he saw the Taoist boy in the temple carrying a child in his arms, he quickly came into the door room and asked softly.

"Uncle Qingsong, the second uncle, is back. He told us that someone would come back with him and ask us to receive him. Then he saw the child go up the mountain and... and... fainted in front of the mountain. Yun Yong and I carried him back. I don't know if it was the person the second uncle was waiting for." Yun Cong recounted that Yun Yong pushed the little beggar, he obviously paused. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he omitted Yun Yong's actions.

Yun Yong lowered his head embarrassedly and blushed with a red face. After all, the little beggar fainted because he was pushed. Although he might not be responsible, Yun Cong's behavior that he covered up for him still made Yun Yong, who was innately honest, feel extremely righteous and stared at Yun Cong's figure with some emotion.

"Oh? Brother Second is back? It's great." When he heard his brothers return to the mountain, he was so happy that he didn't see anything unusual. He turned around and wanted to leave, but he stopped in a hurry. He thought to himself: At this time, Brother Second, he must have gone to the master's place. Even if I go there, I will disturb you. Why not wait until the two of them have finished talking and I will go to reminisce about the past.

Thinking of this, I was not busy leaving.

"Uh, I'll see how the kids first."

Taoist Qingsong sat on the edge of the kang, gently stroking his short beard under his jaw. After a while, his round and fat face became a ball. Then he sighed softly and ordered: "Yun Yong, go and get a basin of water... Yun Cong, go find some food, it will be thin. If not, ask the kitchen to cook some porridge."

"Yes, the third uncle."

The two bowed and quit.

Taoist Qingsong turned his head and looked at the little beggar, thinking in his heart: This child has a clear and wonderful bones and a very good bone. He must be a disciple brought back by the second senior brother. But why did the second senior brother not bring him back to the temple directly, but let him follow him and ignore him? In addition, the qi in the center of his chest is stagnant and the meridians are also showing signs of atrophy. If he cannot recover as soon as possible, he may fall into the root of the disease. If his martial arts are difficult to improve in the future, his life will be difficult to last... It seems that there are many secrets in this child.

After a while, I felt that the second senior brother would solve the problem here by himself. There were two disciples here to take care of him, so no accidents could happen.

After instructing Yun Yong and Yun Cong, Qingsong saw that the beggar was still in a coma and thought that nothing was wrong, he got up and left, and went to preside over the common affairs in the world.

But what Taoist Qingsong didn't see was that when he walked out of the room, the little beggar who was sleeping on the bed gently moved his fingers, and then his bright eyes opened.

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Xiao Feng, not Xiao Feng.

If it is not the passionate hero Xiao in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he naturally won't [Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing].

He is just a child, maybe five or six years old, who knows? Even Xiao Feng himself has never calculated it. Children in the mountains do not have the habit of celebrating birthdays. As long as the child cannot starve to death and can survive, it will be a blessing.

As a child of an ordinary hunter near the border mountainous area of ​​Yunzhou, Xiao Feng has been following the hunter's father up the mountain to hunt, and he can't help but lie on his father's back and watch the hunting, or come down to pick up mushrooms and wild vegetables, or take the opportunity to pick up mushrooms and wild vegetables.

Although an honest hunter lives a difficult life, he is also very happy. In the mountains, such a hunter's child will grow into an extremely excellent hunter after a few years. However, fate will always arrange some unexpected encounters, and some things cannot be fulfilled.

Kunwu Mountain in Yunzhou, the most brutal Zijin thief went down the mountain to do business. He just wanted his family as a temporary site to kill his whole family. His mother and sister were even insulted and died after jumping into a well. At that time, Xiao Xiaofeng was picking up wild vegetables in the cellar and escaped, but he also watched his sister and mother be humiliated. He saw a bandit with a purple scar on his face holding a steel knife in his hand and frantically marching to his father Rou.

The soft abdomen was stabbed in and out... The father's moan before death was blocked by the blood in his body in a short while, and only blood foam was sprayed constantly as the knife went in and out - the screams of relatives and the moans of father's dying were reflected in Xiao Xiaofeng's eyes... Every time in his sleep, he was awakened by the sister's call for help, the roar of his father, the bitter cry before his death, and the cruel laughter of the bandits-

In order to avenge, Xiao Feng, who was only 6 years old, suffered a lot of hardships. With several traps used to deal with wild animals, he kept causing trouble and even killed several enemies with his own hands.

One of them, in the cold winter, heavy snow was flying. Xiao Xiaofeng hid under the snow pile. After waiting for three days, he finally waited until the enemy went down the mountain. Xiao Xiaofeng dug for three days and three nights on his way back to the mountain. He used tiles and hands to dig out a trap that was one person deep. After disguising, he waited for three more days. The enemy returned to the mountain. Seeing that the two enemies were ambushed, one died immediately, and the other was unable to move. Xiao Xiaofeng used half a sharp tiles.

The piece stole the injured purple scarf and killed it. It smashed it for a quarter of an hour. The blood beat Xiao Xiaofeng's clothes soaked and formed ice scabs... In the past nine days, Xiao Xiaofeng lived by snow water and the two steamed buns in his arms. His perseverance and stubborn personality can be seen, and it can also show his patience and cruelty when facing the enemy, like a lone wolf in the snow. He looked so weak and extremely pitiful, but once he took action, he would definitely bite his throat.

Xiao Xiaofeng has a tough personality. Although he relied on his mountain hunters to deal with wild beasts and killed several enemies, he also attracted the attention of his enemies. His last few assassinations failed, and he almost lost his life.

In times of crisis, a Taoist saved himself. The Taoist priest in a blue shirt and a long sword looked extremely unruly.

His sword is as unruly as his people.

Xiao Xiaofeng will never forget that experience in his life.

In an understatement, more than a dozen heads fell to the ground, and those were the main murderers of the Purple Scarf Stealers. For more than ten years, no one could do anything about it. But at that moment, in front of the sword, they could not even breathe for a few days, and they lost their lives in an instant.

From that moment on, this Taoist with two beards and unrestrained appearance became the idol in Xiao Feng's heart.

Xiao Feng also set the most important ideal in his life, and this unexpected ideal accompanied him for his life.

He wants to learn swordsmanship.

He proposed to the Taoist priest to learn swordsman.

The Taoist priest stared at his eyes and looked at his front panel that was permeated with blood and frozen into ice, looking very hesitant.

The Taoist priest made his request, which was very simple and difficult.

Follow the Taoist and walk back all the way.
Chapter completed!