Chapter 170: Lion roar
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Nightwatcher
- Selling Newspaper Xiao Langjun
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- 2021-01-31 07:43:17
Hengyuan paused, turned around, did not speak, and saluted Xu Qi'an together.
"I want to go to the Yangshengtang." Xu Qi'an made his request.
"Yes."
"Let's go together." Xu Qi'an initiated an invitation to two colleagues.
"Did you not bring money?" Song Tingfeng gave him a sideways glance.
Xu Qi'an smiled and didn't speak. After walking two steps, he stepped on a hard bump, picked it up naturally, and placed it in his palm: "Look, isn't the money here."
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao: "???"
The former stared at the dimly colored silver, and said depressed: "I just walked and didn't look at the road. I missed this silver. It's white for you to pick it up."
In fact, you have missed at least a few taels of silver... Xu Qi'an picked the corner of his mouth and took the silver into his arms, and explained: "Master Hengyuan lives in the Yangshengtang in the east of the outer city. I heard that the widows and widows there are not very lonely. it is good."
"There are many people who have bad lives in the world." Zhu Guangxiao finished speaking in a dull voice, and sighed.
The three followed Hengyuan out of the inner city and headed towards Chengdong Yangshengtang. In the process, Song Tingfeng discovered an interesting thing.
"Look at this monk, if we walk fast, he walks fast, always keeping a fixed distance, but he never looked back at us."
Of course, this is not Hengyuan's long eyes behind his head. Xu Qi'an and the three of them sighed with emotion: What a terrible spiritual sense.
deliberately speeded up the pace, and the four quickly arrived in the east of the city. This is a slum area, full of low and dilapidated houses, and people wearing stitched and patched old padded jackets.
They are basking in the sun with yellow and thin faces, and their eyes are dull. The children here still have a bright light in their eyes, but their skinny bodies and dirty faces, as well as the gaze that always stares at people's wallets, make people hate them for no reason.
Xu Qi'an had a great hatred in his heart, but it was not against these poor people and children, but against the environment.
He has seen many photos of war-torn areas in his previous life. Poverty, hunger and chaos are the constant tone. Every time he saw similar photos and scenes, he would have a strong hatred, because he yearned for the good in his heart and couldn't change these.
is probably the so-called incompetent rage.
"Take good care of your wallet, although they are afraid and unable to steal your silver." Hengyuan's voice came from the front and continued:
"Here, don't do charity, because it will put yourself in an embarrassing situation."
He didn't explain the embarrassment.
I understand this. As long as I show kindness, it will be a big fat sheep to them... Monk Hengyuan is afraid that we will become angry and hurt the poor here? Xu Qi'an wondered, and said:
"I rarely come to such a place, why don't I go to work?"
"Most of the people living in this kind of place are refugees who have no fields. They may have had them before, but they can't stand the heavy labor. They chose to abandon their fields and go to the city to find a living.
"But there is no room for them in the city, and from time to time there are catchers who come here to look for fish. However, in order to survive, there are indeed many criminals who commit crimes."
Master Hengyuan explained in a calm tone.
While talking, the four of them came to the Yangshengtang, a courtyard of a very old age, and the plaque on the gate had already faded in the wind and frost.
"Some time ago, someone from the government came to repair the yard, but I exchanged the new plaque for the old one. It is too glamorous and not necessarily a good thing for Yangshengtang. Three, please!"
After entering the Yangshengtang, Hengyuan led them inside and said, "Master Xu, the poor monk knows you are in trouble. I am asking you for help instead of borrowing money. I heard that you have a lot of friendship with the magicians of the Sitian Supervisor. I want you to help find the magicians in white clothes and save a child."
Through the front yard, they entered the messy backyard and came to a wood shed.
Thick withered grass and quilts were laid in the firewood room. In the corners were charcoal basins and large bowls. A thin black dog was curled up on the quilts.
Hearing the movement, the black dog moved, but failed to get up. It raised its head laboriously and saw a stranger. Its gray eyes subconsciously showed flattery, pitifully flattering, and said intermittently:
"Fortune Ru... Donghai, good luck... Great profit."
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, who had no expressions, suddenly froze.
Xu Qi'an was struck by lightning and remembered something he had said when he saved No.6 Hengyuan.
"This, this is... that kid?" Xu Qi'an murmured.
"He can only say these eight words." Hengyuan stared at the black dog with a compassionate face, "I rescued him when I was looking for junior brother Henghui, because he received such a tragic treatment, he can't live long, this For a while, I used the Qi machine to warm his body and barely let him survive.
"But it can't be long. His body is very bad and he must be treated, otherwise he will die in at most three days. Ordinary doctors can't save him, only the warlock of the Sitianjian can. The poor monk is helpless, so he asked Adult Xu for help. "
Song Tingfeng opened his mouth, and said solemnly: "Perhaps, death is the best destination for him."
Hengyuan glanced at the gong and whispered: "Every day when the sun rises, his eyes are bright. I can understand the desire inside, because it is pure hope that I just want to live.
"In the eyes of a few people, he may be as insignificant as the weeds in the yard. But even the grass, he wants to live tough."
Song Tingfeng was silent.
Xu Qi'an glanced at "Black Dog" deeply, "I know, I will ask the warlock of the Sitianjian to come to see a doctor. Master...If you need money in the future, just come to me."
After speaking, he added: "I can give up to three pennies a day."
Three dollars a day? Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao moved slightly, knowing that eight yuan is one or two, Xu Qi'an's monthly salary, if not counted as lumi, the real money they can get is only four or five.
Even in the inner city, you can live a more substantial life.
Three money a day, three days is one or two, where does he get so much money? Oh, he has a thousand taels of gold as a reward from your majesty, that's all right.
Hengyuan shook his head.
"Don't worry, the money is coming right, just like it was picked up for nothing." Xu Qi'an said with relief.
Master Hengyuan nodded, calmed the "black dog", led Xu Qi'an and the three back to the front yard, and said, "Two adults, wait a moment, I have something to say to Master Xu."
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao nodded, one turned to tease the children hiding in the room peeking at the guests, and the other talked to the old man sitting on the stone table in the yard basking in the sun.
entered a simple house, Hengyuan closed the door, and said: "Xu Da has a deep breath and full of energy. Is he about to step into the realm of refining the gods?"
Is he so accurate? I only know that No. 6 is a rank 8 monk, and I don't know how strong it is. I still don't know the length of the other person, but he knows my depth...Xu Qi'an straightened his face: "What advice does the master have?"
"Is there a visualization?"
"Yes."
Master Hengyuan nodded suddenly, and said: "The poor monk is a monk, and I can't repay the talent of Mr. Xu. I originally wanted to wait for you to reach the peak of the Qi training realm and present him with a visualization.
"Since the grown-ups have this method, then the poor monk should change to a jerk."
I have already entered the room for "A Sword of Heaven and Earth". The pros and cons of this unique school are very obvious....I should learn from other unique schools to make up for my shortcomings...Xu Qi'an refreshed, "Thank you, Master."
Hengyuan nodded: "I am an eighth-rank monk, and I don't know anything about the mysterious magic of Buddhism. I only know some methods of attack. The best thing is Buddhism Lion Roar."
The output depends on roar? Xu Qi'an was a little disappointed when he heard that, the lion roar sounded to be used only by reckless men, lacking some compelling features.
On the 6th, Hengyuan saw the disappointment flashing in Xu Qi'an's eyes, thought about it, and said: "The poor monk can show the power of the lion roar for adults."
Don’t yell, I’m deaf... Xu Qi’an nodded, and reminded me worriedly: "Will it affect the elderly and children in the yard?"
Hengyuan shook his head: "I will control the power in this room."
After finishing speaking, Xu Qi'an took a deep breath and punched in a normal posture when he saw the bitter and bitter Number Six.
This punch was unremarkable, with a double D at the speed and speed, and there was no threat at all... He just flashed the thoughts in his mind, and he heard Shen Xiong's high-pitched lion roar.
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Xu Qi'an's brain concussed and entered a state of unconscious dizziness. When he found himself, he saw a fist big as a casserole against the tip of his nose.
Monk Hengyuan closed his fists and said solemnly: "This method shocks the primordial spirit, frightens the enemy, and cultivates to a high level. Even the most powerful yin cannot be immune."
This move fits my world with a slash, it’s perfect...My biggest concern is being empty. With the control effect of the lion roar, I am not afraid of the big move....Xu Qi'an joyfully said: "Master, please teach me. ."
At the same time, a question flashed in his mind: Is this really only an 8-rank monk?
Hengyuan turned around and walked to the bed, dragged a dilapidated wooden box from the bottom of the bed, solemnly took out an atlas, and gave it to Xu Qi'an:
"This book records the practice of qi and my personal thoughts on practice."
Xu Qi'an stretched out his hand to take it, Master Hengyuan held down the cover, and said in a deep voice: "I want to pay it back."
Why add this sentence? Ning also heard of my fame as Xu Bai whoring? Xu Qi'an nodded: "Okay, Master."
went out of the room, came to the front yard, met with two colleagues, the three of them discussed it, and collected a couple of silver to donate to the Yangshengtang.
Leaving Hengyuan and walking to the gate, Song Tingfeng suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
He turned around and ran back, staring at the old staff without saying a word, gritted his teeth with a hideous face.
"Big, sir?" The old staff was a little scared.
Song Ting Fengya bites his heart, UU reads www.uukanshu. Com took off the purse and threw it over. Unable to look at it anymore, he turned away.
That was the fifty taels he planned to go to Jiaofangsi tonight, and it was his salary for one month.
"Xu Ningyan who suffered a thousand swords, I will come to this place with you in the future, and I will have your last name." Song Tingfeng kicked Xu Qi'an.
Xu Qi'an avoided and sneered: "I don't care about your last name with me. In the future, it will be fine for your son to have my last name."
Song Tingfeng took off the scabbard and chased him to hit.
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Returning to the inner city, Xu Qi'an left the work of patrolling the streets to two colleagues and went to the star-gazing building.
"Master Xu." The white sorcerers greeted enthusiastically, and no one stopped him from going upstairs.
Xu Qi'an looked for a circle, but didn't find Chu Caiwei or Song Qing. He caught an alchemist and asked:
"Where is Miss Plucking?"
"The princess is here, sister Caiwei accompanied her to see Teacher Jianzheng at the Bagua Platform." said the alchemist.
My eldest wife and little wife are here... Xu Qi'an turned to ask, "Where is Brother Song?"
"Wenfu Ya asked for a death row prisoner, studying in the secret room."
"..."
Xu Qi'an dispelled the thought of seeing Song Qing and asked, "Where is the stove?"
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