Chapter 3 The Witch makes a big fuss in Mingfang Pavilion, and the Drunk Beggar Apprentices to Longtan Temple (III)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 3 The Witch makes a big fuss in Mingfang Pavilion, and the Drunk Beggar Apprentices to Longtan Temple (III)

Murong Yunyao was very fast, but the little beggar was very familiar with the terrain and turned into a bustling street. He grew up in the market since he was young, and when he arrived on the street, he was like a fish in water. He disappeared after three or two straights.

But due to his face, Murong Yunyao and others refused to run wildly on the street, and were soon left far behind by the little beggar. Seeing that the little beggar disappeared, Murong Yunyao saw another crossroads in front of her, she was anxious and annoyed, and her pace slowed down a little.

She shouted to several stall owners who were hawking the street: "Hey, have you seen a little beggar running over here? Which street did he go?"

Several stall owners looked at me, and I looked at you, and they were confused. One of the butchers selling meat said, "Miss, it's the Song Dynasty, not the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, so how come there are so many beggars? Even if there are, they are probably from the Beggars' Sect, and they are not affordable by a little girl!"

Murong Yunyao gave the butcher a blank look and shouted, "Who said there was no beggar? I saw one just now. If he hadn't run too fast, I would have been caught by me! Besides, what about the Beggars' Sect? Isn't it just a group of beggars? Even the leader of the gang is just an old beggar. How can I compare with my father?"

The butcher curled his lips and showed a disdainful smile, "Haha, this girl, she has a big tone. How could he ask who Ling Zun is? Since you said so amazing, why can't you even catch a small beggar?"

Murong Yunyao glared at the stall owner fiercely and said angrily: "My father is Murong Yanzhao, the founding father of the Song Dynasty. My grandfather is Murong Zhang, who was famous in the world at that time! You rural folks are worthy of mocking me?" As she said that, she overturned the meat case in front of her, and the butcher knife on the chopping board and half of the best pork fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the butcher was furious and bent down to pick up the butcher's knife, and wanted to chop Murong Yunyao. Seeing this, Murong Yunyao was not willing to be outdone. The long sword in her hand suddenly came out of the sheath and stabbed the butcher's throat. Several people behind her hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him and whispered: "Little Madam, it's important for us to catch the little beggar. Don't waste time here. Moreover, although Ling Zun is a founding father, he has no real power after releasing the military power with a cup of wine. It's not a joke to kill someone!"

Murong Yunyao nodded, reluctantly put away her long sword, and said to the butcher: "You are stinky and slaughtering pigs, and you are a man who sells meat. Today, you are lucky. I have something important to you, so I won't be as good as you!" She said, turning around, waved to the man in black behind her, and the few of them left quickly.

As soon as the little girl left, a laugh came from the table at the meat stall, "Haha, don't look at this little girl's beautiful appearance, her brain is not very smart!" Seeing that several people were leaving, the little beggar hurriedly poked his head out of the table at the meat stall. He bowed to the butcher who sold meat and said with a smile: "Thank you guys just now. When this young man becomes prosperous in the future, he will definitely invite you to drink!"

When the butcher saw the little beggar, his eyes wider than the copper bell, and said in disbelief: "Hey, you... when did you get in and how did you get in!"

The little beggar smiled and shook his head, "Haha, I have been living in the market since I was a child. If I didn't even have such skills, I would have never known how many times I have been beaten to death! If you want to learn, I will pray that I will be able to travel back to Xiangyang in my lifetime. Then you can invite me to drink a jar of fine wine, and I will teach you this ability!"

The butcher was stunned and kept nodding, unable to say anything. Seeing this, the little beggar smiled proudly and was about to continue teasing, but suddenly heard Murong Yunyao's voice coming from afar, "Little beggar, do you think this girl is so easy to play with? Take your life!"

The little beggar stuck out his tongue and said helplessly: "Little witch, she is simply a little witch! If I had known that there was such a difficult little witch in the Murong family, I would not have picked up this Jin Ruyi, and I should not have exchanged it for wine!" He said, picking up a stone on the ground, throwing it hard towards the other street, and then ran away in a flash.

Soon, the little beggar ran into a dead end, with a high wall not far ahead, and Murong Yunyao's voice was getting closer and closer, "You stinking beggar, stop me! It's not too late for you to hand over Jin Ruyi now. Otherwise, I not only want Jin Ruyi, but also your head!"

The little beggar looked at the high wall in front of him and thought to himself, "This wall is too high, it's almost over the city wall. With my lightness skills, it's impossible to climb over. But this difficult little witch is behind him. Now there is anything else to do besides climbing over the wall!"

When he was at a loss, the door of a family next to him suddenly opened, and a father and son slowly walked out of the door and got on an exquisite carriage. Then the coachman waved his whip and drove the horse pulling the carriage forward. When the little beggar saw the carriage, his eyes suddenly lit up and rushed towards the carriage.

The coachman exclaimed, and was about to stop the car, but found that the little beggar had disappeared. A father and son in the carriage poked his head out when he heard the sound and asked in confusion: "Wang Er, what happened?"

Wang Er hurriedly stopped the car and replied in panic: "Master, a little beggar rushed towards the carriage just now!"

The child said novelly: "What? A little beggar rushed towards the carriage? Then where is he going now? Why didn't I see him?"

Wang Er shook his head and said in confusion: "It's said that I saw him rushing towards the carriage, but he suddenly disappeared!"

The child smiled and said, "Fox Fairy, it must be a fox fairy! I heard that there are gods in Kunlun Mountain, but I didn't expect that I would go to Kunlun to learn art. As soon as I set off, the fox fairy came to pick me up. It's a good omen!"

As they were talking, Murong Yunyao people had already approached and asked the three of them: "Three, have you seen a little beggar run over here?"

The child smiled and said, "Miss, I didn't see the little beggar, but Wang Er said he saw it." He said, looking at the coachman, "Wang Er, have you really seen it just now?"

The coachman nodded, "That's right, I clearly saw a little beggar rushing towards our carriage, but then he disappeared out of thin air. Maybe as the young master said, he was a fox fairy from Kunlun Mountain."

Murong Yunyao snorted coldly and said indignantly: "Hmph, where does the fox fairy come from in broad daylight! Besides, even if there is a fox fairy, she should be as fairy-looking as this girl, and she would not be as sloppy as that bastard!"

The coachman hesitated and said, "But...but I really... saw it just now!"

Murong Yunyao nodded, checked around the carriage with his sword in his hand, then opened the curtain and looked at it. Finally, she glared at the driver fiercely, "You old man is so disrespectful! You must have made up such nonsense to fool me, trying to get a reward from me. If I hadn't seen that you were old, I would have to teach you a lesson!"

She said as she turned around and was about to leave, but the middle-aged man in the car stopped her, "This girl, please stay." He said, bent down and got out of the car.

Murong Yunyao turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with his eyes. He saw that the man was neither tall nor short, with a well-proportioned figure, and his five long beards moved with the wind. Although he was not considered handsome and handsome, he was definitely not an ordinary person. Murong Yunyao said angrily: "Hey, what's the matter with your call me? If nothing happened, I will leave now and I don't have time to chat with you!"

The middle-aged man raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "Little girl, I think you are only sixteen or seventeen years old, so why do you do so arrogantly? You insulted my coachman. I am very angry now. You must apologize to me!"

Murong Yunyao snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "I am Murong Yanzhao's daughter. Who are you? What qualifications do you have to make me apologize to you? If you dare to force me to stay here for a moment, be careful that the sword in my palm is ruthless!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "Oh, I remember that Murong Yanzhao used to rely on his father's reputation to be domineering and arrogant in the world. Unexpectedly, his daughter is the same now. People often say, 'If you have a father, you will have a daughter', which seems to be true at all!"

Murong Yunyao pulled out his sword impatiently and shouted, "You don't need to teach me how I do it. I'm rushing to chase the beggar now. I don't have time to talk to you, so I'll take a step first!" She said, turning around and taking a few men in black out of the alley.

When the middle-aged man saw the girl walking away, he whispered under the carriage: "The little brothers under the carriage are really good at kung fu! When they are gone, you don't have to hide it, come out quickly."

The little beggar grabbed the car hub with both hands, his body pressed against the car board, and he could not find it without looking carefully. At this moment, he heard the middle-aged man calling him out, and he was shocked. He subconsciously let go and fell heavily to the ground.

When the middle-aged man saw that the little beggar fell heavily, he hurriedly walked over and pulled him up. The little boy and the coachman were shocked when he saw this. He not only admired the little beggar's kung fu, but also admired the middle-aged man's eyesight.

Seeing the middle-aged man stretching out his hand to him, the little beggar stood up by himself without pulling the man's hand, but laughed at the dust on his body. He smiled at the man, "Haha, I can get up by myself, thank you, thank you!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I, Tan Songzhu, have been fond of martial arts all my life and admire people with great martial arts the most. I just heard the coachman's words and knew that I must have met a master today. Seeing that the group of people who came were not good, it was probably not good for the young hero, so I put some cover up."

The little beggar smiled and said, "You have been arguing with that little witch for a long time, and I thought you were going to teach her a lesson for me!"

Tan Songzhu said: "Although I have been fond of martial arts since I was a child, many martial arts masters are my close friends. It's a pity that I was born weak and could not learn martial arts. I just argued with her just to make her feel disgusted with me, just to prevent her from making noise after she figured it out."

The little beggar nodded, raised his big finger and said, "Gao! It's really high!"

Tan Songzhu only smiled slightly and said nothing more. But his son ran to the little beggar and said enthusiastically: "Little brother, how did you hide under the carriage? This trick is so amazing! Can you teach me it?"

The little beggar glanced at the little boy and shook his head helplessly, "Oh, this trick is my secret skill, and it cannot be learned in a day or two. I still have to escape the pursuit of the little witch, I am afraid I don't have time to teach you." He said as he looked at Tan Songzhu, as if waiting for Tan Songzhu to speak and try to keep him.

Seeing this, the little boy begged to his father: "Father, look how pitiful this little brother is. He is not much older than me, but he has to beg for a living all day and is chased by bad people. Why don't we take him to Kunlun Mountain with us?"

Tan Songzhu looked up and down at the little beggar, then a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes and asked tentatively: "You...there is a bit like an old friend I know in your eyebrows. Can you recognize Wan Mengsheng?"

The little beggar nodded and said proudly: "Are you the owner of Yinfeng Villa who is the 'Wine Sword Seventh Awesome'? He is my father, and I am his only son, named Wan Jianfeng!"

Tan Songzhu felt a little embarrassed in her eyes, sighed long and murmured to herself: "How famous was Wan Mengsheng in the world in the past? Unexpectedly, his son fell to such a level. It's really pitiful..."

The little beggar asked curiously: "Do you know my father? Do you have any news about him? Do you know where he is now? Before my mother died, she repeatedly told me to go find my father, but I begged all the way and asked everywhere, and my mouth was worn out, but I couldn't even find a ghost."

Tan Songzhu twisted her long beard with her hand and stopped talking. After a while, she said: "I had a relationship with your father in Xianshuiyan. I admired his heroic demeanor with "After Drinking" very much. Later, I heard that he followed Murong Yanyun and rebelled against the Song Dynasty. Later, I heard that he had cut his robe and righteousness with Murong Yanyun. The world is so big, and the sea of ​​people is vast, and there is no news from now on. I don't know where he is now, but I believe you will find him sooner or later."

When the little boy saw his father saying that he had gone somewhere else, he hurriedly said, "Father, please take your little brother to Kunlun Mountain with you. It's not too late to say anything on the way!"

Tan Songzhu nodded slightly, slowly walked to the carriage, lifted the curtain, "Little brother, if you have no place to go and don't think Kunlun is remote, let's go to Longtan Temple with us."

The little beggar hesitated for a moment and nodded reluctantly: "Well, you treat me sincerely. My little brother wants to learn my skills in secrecy, so I will go to Kunlunxu with you. But I have to say first, and whenever I go to a market, you have to invite me to drink. If you don't have wine, I'm afraid I won't understand the noble son!"

Tan Songzhu laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, I am also a person who likes to drink. How can there be no alcohol on the road?" The little beggar laughed happily when he heard this, and gently pointed his toes and thrust his body on the top of the car.

Seeing this, the little boy said in confusion: "Little brother, why are you going to such a high place? Don't fall down, come down quickly!"

The little beggar patted the dirty clothes on his body and laughed and said, "Hahaha, it's cool here and the scenery is good. I haven't been wronged in the carriage. It's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise it would be a life of a god!" He said, lying lazily on the carriage, with one hand on his head, and his eyes looking forward to the little boy.

The little boy smiled, took out a wine gourd from the carriage, threw it to the little beggar. When the little beggar saw the wine, his eyes were full of hair. He grabbed the wine gourd in his hand, opened the wine gourd and poured several big mouthfuls into his mouth, and said excitedly: "Good wine! Good wine!"

The little boy looked at the little beggar and giggled, "Little brother, drink slowly, be careful that if you drink too much, fall down from it!"

The little beggar shook the wine gourd in his hand, "Don't talk about this little wine, even if it comes three or four gourds again, I won't be drunk!" He said as he grimaced at the little boy, burped with satisfaction, then leaned over the top of the carriage, looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, and narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!