This is really a small porridge shop, with a wooden cart as the base that can be pushed at will, and a black wooden board on top. At the moment, it is filled with black dishes, and the inside is steaming.

But Luo Qingshui and Yan Jinyu could only watch from a distance because there were too many people lined up in front of them.

Most of them were beggars in ragged clothes, working hard just to get a mouthful of porridge, so when they saw two of them dressed neatly and coming to snatch food from them, they naturally felt disgusted.

The porridge provider was the owner of the porridge shop next door. The porridge in the morning could not be sold and it would not taste good at night. Rather than waste it, he might as well have the waiter in the shop give alms to the poor to satisfy their hunger, which was considered a job.

A good thing.

At this moment, a child who looked about 14 or 5 years old was scooping porridge in a wooden barrel for these wolf-like beggars.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, be careful. There's still porridge, take your time, take your time." The child smiled broadly and never slowed down the bowl and spoon in his hand.

"Brother Jinyu, this porridge looks delicious!" Luo Qingshui licked her lips as she smelled the aroma wafting from a distance.

The aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of rice hit her face, making her stomach growl again. Only this time, it was Yan Jinyu's stomach that gurgled.

"Hey, let's go queue up!" He sighed, and the two of them lined up dejectedly behind the group of beggars, trying to fish in troubled waters and have a few mouthfuls of porridge.

There were fewer and fewer beggars in front of me, and I saw that they were already waiting in line.

The young man who was lowering his head to serve the porridge suddenly raised his head, with a look of surprise on his little face.

"You two are from out of town, right? Our porridge shop doesn't do business after midnight every morning." The child blinked, and he seemed to realize that the two people in front of him were different from those beggars, so he explained.

Yan Jinyu's face turned red. The child mistakenly thought that the two of them were here to buy porridge, but he didn't know that they were just here to eat and drink for free. After all, he is also the current prince, but he would be reduced to drinking alms from others on the street.

I don’t know what my father would think about giving porridge to beggars.

If it were Yan Jinyu himself, he would never take a sip even if he starved to death. But now he just thought about it and didn't take it to heart. Who made Luo Qingshui want to drink it? As long as Luo Qingshui

If he wanted it, he would pick it off even if it was the moon in the sky and give it to Luo Qingshui.

"My little friend, we are new to Guibao. We smell the fragrant aroma of this porridge, which seems to be different from ordinary people's porridge, so we are very curious. Since we can't sell porridge, I wonder if we can have a taste?" Yan Jinyu

They did not express their original intention and followed the train of thought of the children in the porridge shop, otherwise they would be too embarrassed by the Tianshan Sect.

"No!" the child replied directly and without any reservations.

Geng and Yan Jinyu's complexion instantly turned extremely ugly.

"It was possible, but luckily you guys just ran out of porridge when we arrived." The child blinked and turned the small wooden bucket sideways. It was already empty, with only some leftover vegetable leaves still stuck in it.

bucket

on the wall.

"That's it. It's such a pity. What a pity." Yan Jinyu showed a very regretful expression, as if he really came here in search of fragrance.

Since the porridge was gone, the two of them had to squeeze out from the crowd of beggars.

"Brother Jinyu, brother Jinyu, I'm hungry, I'm hungry." Luo Qingshui pouted in grievance. She couldn't eat the big meal. She couldn't even drink the porridge at this moment. She was so aggrieved that she almost started crying.

"Oh, we are unlucky. The porridge was distributed just as it arrived to us." Yan Jinyu was at a loss and didn't know how to protect Luo Qingshui, so she could only sigh.

"I don't care, I don't care, I just want to drink porridge." Suddenly her eyes stared straight into the distance. An old beggar in ragged clothes was sitting on the ruins of the corner, quietly alone.

Holding a bowl of porridge, he blew on it and brought it to his mouth.

Luo Qingshui licked his dry lips and looked at it in trance. Yan Jinyu also noticed where his eyes were and looked at the old beggar as well.

The old beggar looked to be over sixty years old, with a goatee of varying lengths. The beard was already gray, but the root of the beard was still black. He had a pair of small round eyes, and his expression looked very lazy, as if he had just been young.

It's like waking up from sleep.

Yan Jinyu was still wondering why Luo Qingshui was staring at an old beggar, but suddenly she realized that Luo Qingshui beside him had already turned into a blue shadow and rushed over.

"It's broken!" Yan Jinyu screamed something bad in her heart and hurriedly chased after her.

But it was already too late. Luo Qingshui had already rushed to the old beggar and reached out to grab the porridge in his hand.

The old beggar seemed to hear the movement in front of him. He raised his head. The moment he raised his head, a jade hand rushed towards the porridge bowl in his hand.

The old beggar's reaction was quite quick. He jumped up from the ground like a disturbed rabbit. The porridge bowl in his hand was tightly grasped in his hand. A few drops of white liquid splashed with the violent shaking of his body.

When it came out, he actually had time to spin around in the air and drink the splashed liquid into his mouth with his tongue.

"Ouch, luckily it wasn't wasted, it wasn't wasted." The old beggar clenched the bowl in his hand and smashed his mouth, as if he was still savoring the taste of the porridge in his mouth.

Luo Qingshui jumped into the air and stood still, his eyes still staring at the porridge in the old beggar's hand.

Yan Jinyu originally wanted to stop Luo Qingshui, but she didn't expect the old beggar to neutralize Luo Qingshui's attack so easily. Others were dumbfounded and froze on the spot for a while.

"Hey, what do you mean you're a little kid? You just came up and grabbed my porridge to drink?" After the old beggar stood still, he looked at the little girl in front of him without getting angry.

"Give me the porridge!" Luo Qingshui's eyes turned red and she took another step forward. The smell of the porridge made her blood surge and her brain became congested!

"Hey! Where did the little bull come from?" the old beggar sighed.

He looked at the green shadow in front of him and jumped more than ten feet high with just one leap. He jumped lightly on the raised wall and escaped Luo Qingshui's attack again.

Yan Jinyu finally saw that this old beggar was also a

A cultivator!

But the bowl in his hand was knocked over by Luo Qingshui's hand. The porridge bowl fell out in an instant, and the white porridge flew all over the sky. It was really hard for a god to save him now.

With a crisp sound of "Crash!", the plate shattered into pieces on the floor, and the porridge was spilled all over the floor.

Luo Qingshui and the old beggar landed at the same time. At the same time, they stared at the porridge spilled on the floor, with expressions of regret on their faces.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, what evil have I done? A good pot of porridge is ruined by you, a little beggar!" The old beggar was extremely sad. He looked at the remains of the porridge on the ground and cried without tears.

"You are the beggar!" Luo Qingshui was a little angry. She had read a lot of villain books. For a classic character like a beggar, she naturally knew that he meant something bad.

"You even robbed the beggar of his porridge, what are you but a beggar?" the old beggar shouted confidently.

"Wouldn't it be so troublesome if you had given it to me earlier?" Luo Qingshui was not to be outdone, and put all the responsibilities on the old beggar.

"Hey, you little girl are really interesting. You stole my lunch and now you are blaming me, aren't you?" The old beggar became interested and showed a smile on his face.

"I, I'm hungry!" Luo Qingshui didn't know how to defend himself, so he started talking nonsense.

"This old gentleman, we are coming from Tiandu City. We lost our wallet on the way, so we have no money to eat. My sister is not sensible. She is like this because she is too hungry. Please don't take offense, old gentleman." Yan Jinyu

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the old beggar to apologize.

"Hey, you little kid is quite interesting. You are so respectful to me, a beggar." The old beggar changed sides and looked at Yan Jinyu with great interest.

"We are all citizens of the Great Xia Dynasty. There is no distinction between nobles and nobles. In addition, your husband is older than us, so we should respect you." Yan Jinyu replied politely as before.

"For the sake of being so polite like you, little kid, I'll take you to dinner. It just so happens that I'm hungry too, old man." The old beggar smiled and extended his hand to greet them.

"Does the old gentleman want to treat us to a meal?" Yan Jinyu felt that the sun was about to rise in the west. It was nonsense that he came to drink the porridge from the charity today. There was actually a beggar who wanted to treat him to a meal.

"Oh, tsk tsk tsk." The old beggar stretched out a finger and shook it, "I'm not inviting you, I'm just taking you to eat together. Aren't you just hungry?"

"Okay, okay, finally I have something to eat!" Luo Qingshui became happy again.

In her eyes, happiness seems to be very simple. As long as you have something to eat, you can be happy.

"By the way, don't call me Mr. Qi. I have no name or surname. I have been a beggar for thirty-seven years. My colleagues all respectfully call me Qi Gong. You can just call me Qi Gong." Qi Gong laughed.

He said, he actually looked a little kind at this moment.

"Hello Qi Gong!" Luo Qingshui shouted sweetly. As long as he can take her to have a big meal, there is no problem in calling him daddy.

"Qi, Mr. Qi, hello." Yan Jinyu always felt a little awkward, but she still yelled bravely.

The beggars around were busy drinking porridge and returning bowls, so no one noticed this little chaos. Qi Gong packed up the remains of the porcelain bowl and waved to them.

"You all look like cultivators of immortality, right?" Qi Gong walked slowly, chatting with him here and there.

"It's God to us..."

"We are disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect."

Luo Qingshui was about to say that they were disciples of the Tianshan sect, but Yan Jinyu hurriedly said it. He made a nonsense, and he felt that he had heard the name Tianying somewhere before, so he said it casually. He still felt that they were really like this.

It’s so embarrassing to the Tianshan sect.
Chapter completed!