Chapter 553: Blessings and disasters come to oneself
The middle-aged man turned around in surprise and saw a thin young man behind him. It was this man who grabbed the stick he raised high.
Because he was extremely thin and haggard, the middle-aged man mistakenly thought that he was also a victim of the disaster. However, upon closer inspection, he found that the clothes he was wearing were actually made of silk. You must know that silk is very expensive, and a piece of silk costs at least two pieces.
For two taels of silver, ordinary people simply cannot afford to wear it.
"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked in confusion.
He released his right hand that was holding the wooden stick, turned to point at the old yellow dog that was showing its teeth in protest at him, and said, "If you are too poor to die, you will not eat the guard dog, and if you are hungry and faint, you will not kill the laying hens. Keep this dog, don't kill it."
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The middle-aged man couldn't bear to kill the yellow dog. Hearing the words, he felt ashamed and helpless. He threw away the stick and raised his hand to wipe his tears, "What the hero said is that there is nothing we can do."
The young man squatting in the far corner couldn't bear to hear the yellow dog's death scream. He kept covering his ears. After seeing no movement for a long time, he turned around to look. Only then did he realize that his father was talking to a young man in luxurious clothes. He felt in his heart.
Confused, he got up and walked over. .??.
When the young man approached, he raised his hand and patted his shoulder, "Don't be sad. You are lucky. You met me. Your dog doesn't have to die, and your whole family has a way to survive."
Although the father and son did not know his identity and origin, hearing him say this, it was as if a drowning person had grasped a life-saving straw and hurriedly bowed and thanked him repeatedly.
I had a bag of scones with me that I hadn't eaten, so I took it out this time, opened the paper bag, kept one, and handed the rest to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man hurriedly reached out to take it, then fell to his knees and thanked him with choked sobs.
The young man also knelt down and kowtowed like his father.
"Get up." He threw the scone in his hand to the old yellow dog, turned around and walked towards the west wing.
This move not only surprised the father and son, but also the old yellow dog was shocked. It had never received such generous charity in its life, and it couldn't even believe that such fine food was given to itself.
There was a mother and daughter huddled in the corner of the west wing. Both mother and daughter heard what they said before. Before he could get closer, the mother dragged the six or seven-year-old girl to her knees and kowtowed.
He did not speak, but squatted down to check the pulses of the mother and daughter one by one. After confirming that they were just overly hungry and nothing serious, he stood up straight and said to the nervous father and son, "Don't worry, they
The two of them just lack food and are not suffering from any illness. They will be fine if they eat something."
There is a saying that there is nothing to repay. This is the case with the family in front of them. Apart from kowtowing and constantly saying thank you, they have nothing to offer in return.
After thanking each other, the family began to share the scones, then left the west wing and walked toward the old yellow dog.
The complete noodle cake was still on the ground, and the old yellow dog had not dared to eat it. When he saw it coming towards him, he felt suspicious and wary, and hurriedly backed away in fear.
The young man also followed out and called the old yellow dog to him. Then he picked up the flour cake on the ground and broke it into pieces. The old yellow dog finally dared to eat it.
When the old yellow dog was eating, he took the opportunity to check the wound on his head. Although the skin was broken and bleeding, the bones were not broken. This shows that the middle-aged man did not use his full strength in the previous blow. He was really not ruthless.
I was determined, but I was at the end of my rope and there was nothing I could do.
Dogs have a strong ability to heal themselves. It seems that this kind of injury does not require medical treatment. He walked back to the west wing and saw a clay pot filled with water in front of a few people. He reached for the clay pot and took a few steps back, away from everyone.
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Several people didn't know what he was going to do, and looked at him in confusion. Under everyone's gaze, they took out a piece of horseshoe gold, held it in their hands, and said to the young man, "This piece of gold is for you."
Yes, it is inconvenient for you to spend the complete gold ingot. I will melt it into golden beans and you can keep it properly."
The incident happened so suddenly that the family did not come back to their senses and even forgot to say thank you. What happened next almost made their jaws drop. A ball of flame suddenly appeared in their left hand. After a while, the gold ingot melted, and the hot gold water quickly
Drop into a clay pot filled with water.
When the golden water finished dripping, the family was still in shock and astonishment. It was the middle-aged man who came to his senses first, knelt down on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, "God, thank you God, thank you God."
"I'm not a god. I use martial arts instead of magic." He took another ingot of horseshoe gold in his hand and rekindled the fire. "This ingot of gold is for the old yellow dog outside the door. Not every dog is so loyal."
, you must treat it well in the future."
Hearing the words, the middle-aged man responded hurriedly, saying that the old yellow dog had saved his life, and that he really had lost his conscience and should not have the intention to kill it.
Curious, he asked for the reason. It turned out that the middle-aged man didn't know the nature of water. He lost his footing and fell into the water seven years ago. The old yellow dog jumped into the water and dragged him to the shore.
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the second ingot of horseshoe gold was completely melted, and the water in the water jar was boiling due to the hot gold water.
Pour out the water in the clay pot and pour the golden beans inside in front of everyone, "One ingot of horseshoe gold is eight taels, two is sixteen taels, which is equivalent to one hundred and sixty taels of silver, which is enough for your family's food and clothing.
Collect it well and spend it carefully."
"Absolutely not, absolutely not," the middle-aged man waved his hands in fear, "Without merit and without reward, how can we take so much gold and silver from you?"
"As I said just now, these two ingots of gold are for your son and the yellow dog, keep them."
When the young man heard the words, he was frightened and at a loss.
He came over and patted the young man on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous. I once had a cow, also named Ah Huang. When I got older, I called him Lao Huang. He worked hard all his life and farmed for the people in the village for many years.
However, when it was about to die, the villagers not only refused to leave a whole body for it, but also refused to give it a good death. They were worried that its meat would be unpalatable after it died, and they would beat it to death before it died. I risked my life to protect it.
They actually wanted to beat me to death too. When I saw you trying your best to protect that yellow dog, I thought of myself back then, so I helped you."
The young man was a little confused. He grabbed the scone and was stunned, but he didn't answer the call in time.
Worried that the middle-aged man would be embarrassed and blame himself, he turned to look at him and said, "I don't mean to accuse you. The situation of those villagers back then was different from yours. They had other things to eat, but you have reached a dead end.
As the head of the family, you have to make choices."
The worry was not unnecessary. The middle-aged man was indeed very ashamed. He had never eaten the scone even though he was hungry. Seeing that he could understand his helplessness and pain, he burst into tears.
He added, "No matter how hard it is, you have to have limits when doing things. There are some things you can do and some things you really can't do. If you really eat Ah Huang, not only will you blame yourself for life, but your family will also be depressed."
You will never be able to let go of your sorrow for the rest of your life, and your son will never forgive you."
The middle-aged man knew what he was telling the truth, but at this moment all he could do was kowtow and cry.
"How old are you this year?" asked the boy.
"Eleven." The boy replied.
After nodding, he said, "The reason why your family was rescued today is all because of your love and justice."
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The young man looked puzzled and explained patiently, "If you were greedy for life and fearful of death, and were ruthless, you wouldn't have cried loudly to stop my father from killing Ah Huang. If you hadn't cried loudly, I wouldn't have heard you.
Come. Therefore, you are saved today only because you have good intentions and value love and justice."
Hearing the explanation, the young man suddenly realized, "I have met a kind person. Brother, I don't know how to thank you enough. Do you need a servant? I will be a slave for you."
"It doesn't have to be like this," smiled and waved, "I can understand your mood, because when the villagers tried to kill Lao Huang, I also met kind-hearted people. You can stay with your family with peace of mind. In the future, you must not only be kind to Huang
, but also be kind to your family, and help others when you are able. Good intentions will always be rewarded."
"I remember, I will do as you say." The young man nodded solemnly.
He patted the young man on the shoulder again and said, "Okay, I have to go. Take care of yourself. Collect the gold quickly and spread it out. Keep a little on each person. Don't put it together."
Seeing that he was about to leave, the young man hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold him, "Brother, what is your surname?"
"Haha, what do you want to do?" he asked with a smile.
"You are our benefactor. I can't do anything now, but I will definitely repay you in the future." The young man said seriously.
"No need. If you encounter someone in trouble in the future, you might as well help me. It can be regarded as repaying my favor." He turned around and started to leave.
Unexpectedly, the young man grabbed his sleeve tightly and insisted on asking his name.
The young man's behavior made many people feel deeply. As the saying goes, you look older at the age of three, and eleven is not too old. His character has not yet been completely formed, but it has begun to take shape. This young man is so grateful to repay his kindness, so he might as well give him a helping hand.
Thinking of this, he asked, "I hear you speak fluently and logically, do you know how to read?"
"I know a little bit," the young man said.
"Do you want to practice martial arts?" he asked.
Hearing the words, the young man hurriedly knelt down and called Master.
"No, no, no, I'm not your master," he waved his hands repeatedly, "Can you tell me why you want to practice martial arts, and what do you want to do after you master martial arts?"
"I want to protect my parents and sister," the boy said.
After the young man finished speaking, the middle-aged man beside him clicked his tongue anxiously.
Seeing his father frowning, the young man quickly changed his mind, "I still want to rob the rich and give to the poor, and act chivalrously."
"Haha," he laughed, "it's okay to help the poor, but don't rob the rich. What's wrong with being rich? You can't treat people as bad people just because they are rich."
When he realized that he had said the wrong thing, the young man felt depressed and bowed his head in silence.
Seeing this, he hurriedly said comforting words, "Don't worry, you are telling the truth, I will not misunderstand you. The ancients Yuncang knew etiquette well. Now that you are hungry, the first thing that comes to your mind is to protect your family and provide you with food and clothing." If you are worry-free, you will try to help your relatives and friends. If you are rich in the world one day, you will be able to develop the heart of benefiting the people. If you tell me now that you want to help the world and save the suffering, then I will feel that you are not sincere and how hypocritical it is. .”
Hearing the words, the young man was relieved. He liked it very much, not only because of the generous gift, but also because of his understanding and magnanimity.
Turning around and walking back to the west wing, he picked up a charcoal stick from the ashes on the ground and said, "I'll leave you a secret book of swordsmanship on the wall. This swordsmanship is called Xuanqing Swordsmanship. It doesn't require internal strength to activate it." You should practice it by memorizing it, so that you can achieve great success over time."
Seeing that martial arts was taught to a young man, the young man and his family were very moved, but all they could do at this time was express their gratitude.
While writing the secret formula, he said casually, "There is an old saying that there is no way to bring blessings and misfortunes, only people bring it to themselves. The reason why I taught you martial arts was also brought on by you. If you hadn't tried your best to ask for my name just now, trying to return the favor, , I will not teach you martial arts, it is precisely because you have a heart of gratitude and repayment that you are worthy of my help and support. You should always remember that people may not be able to repay kindness, but they cannot be without the heart of repaying kindness."
"Master, I remember what you said, and I will definitely do what you asked." The young man said seriously.
"Change your words, or I won't write anymore." He frowned and turned back.
"Brother," the young man said again in frustration. Perhaps he felt that his elder brother was disrespectful, so he changed his name to "Benefactor."
After the young man changed his mind, he continued to write, "I am not a member of the martial arts community, and I am not allowed to accept disciples at will. The sword technique I wrote is a sword technique from the pre-Qin period. It has been lost for many years and I have never practiced it myself. How are you? Practice, and if you succeed in your studies in the future, you must do more good deeds. You can help the poor but not rob the rich, you can help the weak but not the strong, because the rich and the strong are not as bad as you think."
The sword technique written down this time is one of the five magical secrets that he memorized back then. The secret that can enter Luo Yangzi's eyes is naturally not an ordinary thing. The power of this Xuanqing sword technique is enough to be compared with what he taught to Long Haotian. It is comparable to the magical power of the Heavenly Silkworm.
As the saying goes, there are thousands of books that are falsely transmitted, but one sentence is truly transmitted. This Xuanqing swordsmanship does not contain many formulas. After a while, he wrote all the swordsmanship formulas on the wall of the west chamber, then threw down the charcoal stick and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they threw away the charcoal sticks, the boy came forward with a clay pot. They just had no food and water was available everywhere. The clay pot was filled with water for washing hands.
Seeing the young man being so attentive, he immediately thought of Da Tou. You can't label a person as a flatterer just because he has good eyesight. The young man's mood at this time should be the same as Da Tou. They are both grateful but have nothing to repay, so they can only
Do what you can.
They didn't want to get involved with the water jug, but they didn't want to refute the boy's wishes, so they ordered the boy to tip it over and wash their hands themselves.
Seeing that he was about to leave, the young man spoke timidly again, "My benefactor, I still want to know who you are."
I hated being pretentious, so I said casually, "It's okay to say it. My name is Li, and I am the prince of the Tang Dynasty."
"Ah?! Are you a government official?" The young man stared in shock.
Seeing the young man in shock and astonishment, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What's wrong with Guan'er? Do you think Guan'er is a bad person?"
The young man waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I see you are so thin, you don't look like an official."
"What about you, what's your name?" I asked casually.
"In return for my benefactor, my name is Fang Ziyu." The young man replied.
"Stop calling me benefactor. It sounds awkward to me. You should call me brother. You should have noticed that I'm not very old either." At this point, he raised his hands to the middle-aged man and the woman, "I
You have something important to do, so don't delay it, so take care of yourself."
The couple was in shock. Seeing that the prince actually raised his hand to say goodbye, they were so frightened that they knelt down and kowtowed.
Walking out of the west wing, the old yellow dog had already finished eating the bread and was sniffing and looking for him. When he saw him, he knew he was not a bad person, so he didn't show his teeth at him.
He touched the dog's head, waved his hand to the young man, then jumped up, swept westward and returned.
The young man didn't expect him to leave immediately, and shouted loudly from the east, "My lord, you must take care of yourself."
Hearing the young man's call, he didn't respond verbally. He smiled and rode his horse, heading north quickly...