The beggar moved and squinted at the figure standing at the door. He was not afraid and said: "If you want to come in, then come in. Don't dawdle and disturb my sleep."
The figure hesitated for a moment but still walked in.
There was not enough light and the space was narrow.
A putrid odor assaulted his nostrils, and a rat scurried past.
The shadow saw an old piece of wood beside him, so he sat down and said, "Old man?"
"Young man, the conditions are not good, just make do for one night. It's not safe outside, don't run around at night, "the beggar muttered.
"I'm asking you a question," the figure said.
"About what?"
The beggar sat up impatiently.
The simple conditions made the environment abnormally cold. The beggar shivered.
He took out a flint from the side and struck it with two sparks, igniting the fire in the brazier.
After warming up a bit, the old beggar raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. The light fell on him but he could not see clearly.
"I remember that the family here is surnamed Meng," the figure said.
The old beggar was interested.
The night was long and he could not sleep. It was not bad to have a young man to chat with to kill the boredom.
The old beggar said with squinted eyes. Under the weak light of the brazier, his face was like the surface of a stone, mottled and terrifying: "This family is indeed surnamed Meng. They come from the ancient Baili family. "
"Then where did they go?" The figure was surprised.
"Dead, all dead."
The old beggar pointed at the surrounding environment, "This piece of land, if it was in the past, would have been a treasure land …"
"How did they die?" The figure asked.
The old beggar rolled his eyes and said: "I don't know."
The figure shook his head in surprise.
"About two hundred years ago, the Central Plains was in chaos. The Qin Kingdom wanted to unify the world. Meng Mingshi appeared out of nowhere and somehow became the great general at that time. He led the army to defeat the strongest Jin Kingdom at that time and killed millions of enemies at Xiao Mountain.
"The Qin Kingdom became the number one overlord of the Central Plains because of that."
The figure said disapprovingly: "Isn't he a general who often loses?"
"It's true that he often loses, but the battle with Jin Kingdom established the general trend. One battle is worth a hundred battles. " The old beggar said with a smile, "Meng Ming sees people as cowardly, overcautious, and extremely cautious. It's normal for him to be defeated."
"What a lucky bastard," the figure snorted disdainfully.
"There are pros and cons." The old beggar shook his head.
"This kind of person is tenacious and has a high tolerance for mistakes?
No matter how you fight?
None of them could kill him. But on the other hand, he only needed to seize an opportunity.
He could directly strike at the vital point. The battle at Pyrolyte Mountain had already proven his ability. He can be considered a legendary figure. "
"Didn't he die in the end?"
"That depends on who his opponent is. How could he defeat the Qin Emperor?" The old beggar lay down again.
"You're saying that the Qin emperor killed him?"
The old beggar sighed.
He fell down?
He said slowly, "It's just hearsay, don't take it seriously."
The figure stood up.
"Beggar, you are not simple."
The figure suddenly attacked.
Then, he formed energy with his fingers and grabbed the beggar's neck.
The old beggar was shocked.
His feet left the ground?
His face turned red from holding back his anger.
Under the dim light, the old beggar's body trembled violently.
Did he see the pair of eyes?
They contained a murderous intent and evil charm.
Then, the figure loosened his grip.
The old beggar fell to the ground. He clutched his chest and coughed violently.
"You're really not a cultivator? I'm sorry, "the figure apologized.
The figure flashed.
The figure disappeared.
"Who did I offend …" The old beggar was speechless.
At this moment?
Vines grew wildly in all directions.
Within a radius of 1,000 meters, trees grew, blocking the cold wind and covering everything.
…
The next morning, in the Zhao Mansion.
Smack!
Zhao Yu smashed the table and said angrily, "What? The blood ginseng and snow lotus are lost? "
The servant shivered and said with his head lowered, "General Xi said that ordinary people can't defend against experts who are good at stealing. However, General Xi said that he has already gone to look for them. Please give him some time. "
Zhao Yu's eyes widened. He sat down in disbelief.
These were treasures that he had worked hard and risked his life to obtain. How could they be lost just like that?
"Time?"
Zhao Yu shook his head. He frowned and said, "Tell me, how can I wait?"
The servant was speechless.
Everyone in the Zhao Mansion knew that his mother was terminally ill and in urgent need of treasures.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
He had tried his best, but he did not get what he wanted.
"General Xi also said that if he can't find the blood ginseng, he won't be able to face you," the servant added carefully.
"Get lost."
Zhao Yu ordered the servant to leave.
Zhao Yu stood up expressionlessly.
He walked out of the mansion.
They passed through a corridor and a side garden before they arrived at Lu Zhou's side garden.
Without hesitation, he walked up to the door and fell to his knees with a thud.
He said loudly, "Zhao Yu greets the old mister."
Zhao Yu shouted.
Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong's figures flashed and appeared on the roof.
"Zhao Yu?" Yu Zhenghai asked, puzzled.
"I have an important matter to discuss with you, old mister. I hope you can make an exception," Zhao Yu said anxiously.
"My master hates being disturbed when he's cultivating. Don't you know that? "Yu Zhenghai asked.
Zhao Yu immediately kowtowed.
Bang!
Without using his Primordial Qi Aura Shield, he forcefully knocked himself against the ground and said agitatedly, "The blood ginseng and snow lotus are lost. I want to save my mother, but I have no other way. I can only beg Old Mister!"
Yu Zhenghai said.
"You know that these things are meant to save your life, yet you still dare to hand them over to others? What should be given to you has already been given to you. If you want more, that's impossible. If everyone behaved like you, there wouldn't be enough blood ginsengs in the Evil Sky Pavilion. The Evil Sky Pavilion isn't a charity. You should leave. "
"…"
Bang!
Bang!
Zhao Yu kowtowed again.
Yu Zhenghai frowned when he saw this.
After all, he was a member of the royal family, yet he was so ruthless to him.
"How did you lose it?" A figure appeared behind Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu turned around. When he saw Mingshi Yin, he recounted what had happened.
Mingshi Yin said, "That Xi fellow is quite an actor."
"General Xi, act?" Zhao Yu said, ignoring the pain on his forehead.
"Are you really stupid, or are you faking it?" Mingshi Yin was amused. "The West Begging Art is at least two lives. How powerful would the thief have to be to steal something from him? If you're so powerful, why would you become a thief? "
Zhao Yu said, "Impossible! General Xi has always treated me well, he would never do something like this. "
"Young."
Mingshi Yin said, "Do you think he'll dare to come here now?"
Speaking of this.
Zhao Yu turned around and kowtowed at Mingshi Yin. "Brother Ming, I'm begging you."
Mingshi Yin remained unmoved. "A man's knees are gold. What you're doing will only make me look down on you even more."
"I …"
Zhao Yu stood up with a conflicted expression. "I have no other choice."
Mingshi Yin said, "Don't say I didn't help you. Summon the Western Begging Art."
"General Xi went to look for the blood ginseng. He won't be back for a while." Zhao Yu shook his head.
Mingshi Yin charged forward and grabbed him by the collar. He glared at him and said, "I'm warning you, you better listen to me. Otherwise, no one can help you."
"…"
Zhao Yu was frightened by Mingshi Yin's gaze.
From the first time they met, Mingshi Yin had been hostile toward him.
Zhao Yu did not know why, nor did he ask about it. When they were on the flying chariot, he thought it was all a misunderstanding.
However, Mingshi Yin's actions frightened Zhao Yu.
Yu Zhenghai and Yu Shangrong exchanged a glance.
They knew Old Fourth's temper very well. He was not easily angered and was good at handling his emotions. He always had a sense of propriety and confidence in his actions.
At this moment, Mingshi Yin seemed to have changed into a different person.
"Don't be presumptuous."
A deep voice rang from inside the room.
Mingshi Yin was shocked to realize he had lost control. He loosened his grip, and Zhao Yu fell to the ground.
Creak!
Lu Zhou walked out with his hands on his back.
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