Chapter 15: The beggar came to help me!

As a novice Du Qian, of course, it is impossible to master the temperature of the fire to the same as those predecessors of Danzong. With the Dan scrolls engraved in Mr. Dan's head and his superb talent, Du Qian still used the experience of those seniors to learn one or two, and he mastered it better.

At this moment, Du Qian's face was extremely dignified, and his eyes were full of firmness. The fire was collected and released. Du Qian could not see the situation in the tattooed dragon tripod, but she could clearly feel that the elixir was about to be completed under his refining.

He shouted loudly, "Open!" The top cover on the tattooed dragon tripod floated open, and a wisp of golden light shot out. The pleasant fragrance, although it is fragrant, it is thick but not depressing. Yes, this is exactly what Dan formed. The first time! The first alchemy! Du Qian couldn't wait to put his head in front of the Dragon Tripod.

Just now, Du Qian lost two handfuls of herbs in a row. He really wanted to see what he could make. The corners of his mouth twitched and his face was a little stiff. Du Qian looked at the black elixir like mud pills: "This, is this elixir?"

As if laughing at Du Qian's incompetence, the Dragon Tripod made a "buzz, buzz" sound. Du Qian snorted and said, "For the first time, it's good to be able to refine the elixir. What else do you want? There are plenty of opportunities to improve in the future."

The tattooed dragon tripod made a "buzz~buzz~~" sound again. Du Qian took a look at the tattooed dragon tripod and waved his hand. There were a total of 20 elixirs, all of which were in the way. It's a lot useless. It's a little ugly. Put it on the tip of your nose and smell it. It smelled good and I put it in my mouth.

It melts in the mouth, and a wave of warmth is transmitted to Dantian's lower abdomen.

Suddenly, I felt refreshed and nodded: "It's a little ugly, and the smell and effect are still there." The Dragon God Ding is not laughing at Du Qian's narcissism. What Du Qian said this time is not true at all. Relying on some experience of his predecessors, there is no one to guide him. It is really good to do this extent.

Three words suddenly appeared in my mind: Follow me. With a slight light, the tattooed dragon tripod flew forward and could not walk for five breaths. The tattooed dragon tripod stopped, and the light around it soared. Like a tear in space, a crack appeared in front of it in vain.

The sun, that's right, it's the sun! I haven't seen the sun for many days. Du Qian doesn't remember it anymore. At first sight, I only felt dazzling. After a while, I regained my vision.

Staying in this dark place has caused a serious decline in Du Qian's vision. If he hadn't just become a practitioners in the spiral period, I'm afraid it would have been blurred when he saw the scenery outside.

After opening the road, the dragon god tripod consciously flew back to Du Qian's body. He lifted his feet and walked out to the ruined Danzong tomb. It is still vivid in my mind that I was chased and killed in the past. And a woman is needed to protect it. Thinking of this, he clenched his fist and suddenly had an incomparable desire for strength.

...Fengzhou Street, this street can be regarded as an earthly street. After all, this is a city. There is a bustling and endless stream of pedestrians. Du Qian was one of them. At this time, Du Qian was dressed in white, and his beard had been shaved off by him. Only then did he know that he had been in it for three years.

There was a sigh in my heart, and time flies. And this suit of clothes on Du Qian gave full play to the skills of the thief in his previous life. I haven't been in that industry for many years, but the technique is not strange at all. Coupled with his cultivation of the practitioner during the spinning period, the shopkeeper didn't notice anything at all.

Fengzhou is where Du Qian's beggar gang is located. Thinking of how he ran away in embarrassment in those years, I was a burst of laughter. Xin said: It seems that different identities and views on things are also far apart.

Thinking of the fact that he came to this world and was the first person to save his life, Du Qian couldn't help but accelerate his steps a little. Du Qian is not a rational person, and he is very emotional. Maybe he can fight against a brother and a mountain gate. Maybe he can give up this good qualification for a woman...

Not long after, I came to the small courtyard where I lived that day. The courtyard was full of seals, and the wooden door was also damaged a lot. The cracks and "scars" on it described its tragic situation at that time. Seeing this, I suddenly remembered that I left that day, and the person I dealt with was from the royal family. How easy it was to trace my identity?

If you didn't fight for something at the beginning and become the beggar gang leader, if you have eaten those few meals, you will go away directly. If you don't hit that person, maybe nothing will happen.

My house is like this, the brothers of the beggar gang...

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but panic. Suddenly, a figure appeared in Du Qian's eyes. He was full of dirty things and his head was full of fluffy hair. He could even see mosquitoes flying over his head, and his clothes were also torn and dirty. What was he not a beggar?

However, the people passing by the beggar looked at him with pity and immediately walked away. Du Qian was surprised. Although Fengzhou is not all good people, even if they are bad people, they will reward several children when they see beggars. Why do these people obviously sympathize but do not lend a helping hand? Don't they have any money?

This is impossible. Maybe one person doesn't bring money. Doesn't all people have money? This is the time when the sun shines high at noon. In the beggar's bowl, he didn't even have a penny. And the beggar's eyes were full of fear. From time to time, he covered his face twice and put the bowl in front of him without even touching it.

"Dingdang" a stone fell into the beggar's bowl, "How can there be a beggar like you?" The owner of the source was Du Qian, squatting and looking at the beggar who half covered his face with interest. Suddenly, I felt several eyes behind me. Looking back, everyone took two steps back, and then looked at themselves with regret.

Du Qian became more and more strange in his heart and asked the beggar, "What's your name?" With that, he punched the ground, cracked a piece in an instant, withdrew his fist, and a big hole appeared on the ground. The beggar looked at the big pit on the ground in horror and hurriedly said, "Little man Tang San."

Du Qian smiled at the corners of his mouth: "Tang San? I really haven't seen a beggar like you, holding a bowl, not asking others for money, and covering up. What other beggars are you doing? Speaking, he had already stood up, raised his leg and kicked the beggar to the ground.

Du Qian's foot did not contain any Zhenyuan, nor did he use much strength. However, the beggar screamed in pain and fell to the ground. Let me ask you, where are our beggar disciples? Tang San didn't dare to show pain in front of Du Qian again and got up and said, "Beggar, a disciple of the beggar gang? We don't have beggar disciples here, only beggars.

Du Qian's eyes flashed with a cold light: "No beggar disciples? What does this mean? The beggar almost cried out: "Sir, please don't ask any more. I beg you. Just go. Don't lose money in my bowl. Just let me live." With that, he knelt down and worshipped. Du Qian looked at it and saw that he was actually a middle-aged man.

Dodging to avoid his kneeling and shaking his head: "I can't stand your worship. Get up and tell me what you just said is that there is no beggar gang here. Don't worry, I will protect it. Anyway, you are also a member of my beggar gang."

He waved his hand gently at the beggar. The beggar was surprised to find that he was actually held up by a very soft force, which was also a force that he could not resist, and his heart was stunned.

In fact, the beggar doesn't know that Du Qian's gentle hand just now consumed a lot of Zhenyuan. After all, he has become a spin-lighter, but the realm has been consolidated. He is not very proficient in the use of Zhenyuan. Perhaps, this hand just now is at most a little bit of his Zhenyuan, but he can't control Zhenyuan. Skilled, let him suffer a little loss.

Du Qian knows in his heart that this is still a small loss. If he really meets the enemy, it is not a matter of a small loss or a big loss, and he may die directly. Xin said: When will you wait, you must be proficient in this real yuan.

"Immortal, fairy master, you are a fairy master!" The beggar shouted incoherently. Fortunately, he didn't scream very loudly, and the people around him dodged him like a plague god. I didn't hear the conversation between the two at all.

Du Qian frowned slightly: "Is there any place to talk?" The beggar was stunned for a long time. Hearing Du Qian's words, he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, please follow me." Du Qian only felt funny in his heart. He didn't expect that he, a practitioner in the spinning period, would become a fairy master in the mouths of these mortals.

Without explanation, he followed the beggar. For a moment, a dilapidated bungalow appeared in front of Du Qian and looked around. If the small bungalow was moved, it would be a very good environment.

The beggar didn't know what Du Qian was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely clap his hands immediately. The fairy master, please sit inside. Du Qian didn't know the prestige of the word fairy master in the eyes of these ordinary people, but when he saw the awe in the eyes of beggars, he could know that these two words represented an unusual meaning.

Just go on to be mysterious. Du Qian nodded slightly to the beggar. The fairy master had to look like a fairy master and pretend to be a market gangster, and the sense of mystery would be broken. Although I don't like to pretend to be a master, at present, I still want to ask about the situation first and make plans.

Looking at the dusty tables and chairs inside, Du Qian didn't mind at all. After all, he had been a beggar before. He was already numb to these things. When the beggar saw that Du Qian sat down without any concern, he had some doubts in his heart, but when he thought of Du Qian's gentle support just now, his doubts were broken.

Du Qian looked at the beggar's head and said, "I see what you look like. It doesn't look like a beggar?" That's right, just now, it looks like a normal beggar. The person who has been a beggar's head like Du Qian can see the flaws at a glance.

The beggar sighed, "The fairy master is right. The villain has the ability to sell pork on the streets of Fengzhou. As a result, he saw a poor beggar and rewarded him with a few money. In a short time, a team of officers and soldiers came and locked the villain for a few nights. Later, he was released and asked the villain to be a beggar all his life, and every day he must If you have to beg, the officers and soldiers will come to check every afternoon. If you see a few money in the bowl, you will punch the villain a few times. At first, there were still people who came to reward a little. Later, those who have rewarded the villain are all beggars.

After listening to it, Du Qian felt a great anger in an instant and suddenly slapped the table next to him: "You son of a bitch! How dare you do this! Is there any king's law in Fengzhou!" The beggar smiled bitterly and said respectfully, "The little prince of Fengzhou is Wang Fa. I still remember that a few years ago, the master of a beggar gang was hunted down and killed. Later, I learned that the man actually offended the little prince and beat the little prince on Fengzhou Street. After the little prince killed the beggar gang leader, he pointed his finger at the beggar gang. In a short time, hundreds of people were killed by the beggar gang. Later, there were only a few left to escape and leave.

There was anger in his eyes: "Fuck, I dare to kill hundreds of people!" It's actually a joke about human life, little prince? Very good, very good!" After saying that, he looked at the beggar angrily: "Say, there are still those people left!" When the beggar saw that Du Qian was burning in anger, he dared to neglect: "In the dark, there are only some famous beggars left at that time. I only remember one named Qiao Er. He is the beggar boss in the dark."

Hearing that Qiaoer was still healthy, the anger in Du Qian's eyes was reduced by a point, and his voice condensed, "People there, take me to see him." The beggar frowned and said with a wry smile, "I don't know. I just know such a person, and I don't know where to find him." Then who knows, tell me, otherwise, it will be your end. With that, he looked at the table he had just slapped.

Don't say that Du Qian didn't threaten him like this, but the murderous atmosphere released from Du Qian's body. The beggar dared not say, "I know this. There is an old beggar in a temple in the west of the city. He knows what has happened to the beggar gang in the past few years."

In a temple in the west of the city? Du Qian knew, and remembered that the temple was full of people at that time, and the beggars could get a lot of money as long as they went there. Listening to the beggar, it seems that it has become a ruined temple.

I didn't think much about it, didn't say hello to the beggar, and ran out like the wind. After Du Qian left, the beggar Tang San frowned and looked at the table sadly: "Sad, I really shouldn't bring that fairy master, my poor table."

How fast is Du Qian's speed? He used to be a martial arts master, but now Xiu Zhen, coupled with the body transformed by Mr. Dan, is simply several times faster than before. He can only see a white shadow running on the street, causing a burst of exclamation.

The broken temple in the west of the city is no longer what it used to be. The two big trees standing in front of the door are also dead leaves, and the ground is full of fallen leaves, and no one comes to sweep them. Slowly walking inside, suddenly, a familiar figure was in sight, and suddenly there was a burst of excitement in my heart.

Who is Mr. Liu, who is not his savior? Excited, he couldn't help shouting out, "Mr. Liu!" The thin and weak bones in the area of the wind candle were full of emptiness, and the sunken eyes had no expression. He raised his head, and the excitement in his eyes suddenly appeared.