The three bodyguards got out of the car and left. Ximen Lang also deliberately stayed away because at this time he guessed that Xiao Muqing was probably a member of the gang and did not want to pry into their privacy.
The beggar glanced at Xiao Muqing expressionlessly, then walked around her carrying the woven bag and continued walking forward.
Xiao Muqing stood up in a hurry, only dodged for a moment, then stood in front of the beggar, and said: "Master, please stay. Now that the Hua Clan is torn apart, and one hundred thousand brothers are in dire straits, why should I ask the master to go back and take charge of the overall situation...
"
The beggar rolled his eyes impatiently, frowned and said, "What sect master? Hua Sect is a mess. I'm just a beggar. I don't know what you're talking about. Get out of the way quickly and don't bother me."
Xiao Muqing stared at the black dragon-shaped ring on his left hand and said: "Master, don't deny your identity. The Hualong Ring is unparalleled in the world and represents the supreme status of the Huamen Master..."
The beggar's expression suddenly changed. He dropped the woven bag in his hand. In an instant, an iron fan appeared in his hand. A fifteen centimeter long dagger was drilled out of the fan handle. He pointed it at Xiao Muqing's throat and asked sternly:
"Who are you and how do you know Hualong Ring? Tell me quickly or I will kill you..."
Seeing the iron fan and the murderous aura that suddenly burst out from the beggar, Xiao Muqing burst into tears. This was clearly the high-spirited and contemptuous hero ten years ago.
Ximen Lang in the distance was shocked when he heard the beggar's scolding. When he turned around to look, he realized that Xiao Muqing had been controlled by others, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't do anything..." He used the magic technique to fly away
He came over, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the two of them, and kicked the beggar on the wrist.
The beggar snorted coldly, and touched his armpit with the finger of his left hand, which was like electricity. Ximenlang immediately felt numb all over his body. He actually lost consciousness and couldn't move. He couldn't keep his balance and fell to the ground. He was extremely surprised in his heart. What was going on?
Could it be that this beggar actually knows acupuncture?
The secret technique of acupuncture has been lost for a long time and only exists in legends. However, Ximen Lang is no stranger to it because his father, Zhang Xiaofeng, is good at this secret technique. He has seen his father use it once or twice. Back then, his father Zhang Xiaofeng was good at this secret technique.
Dad once said that in the future, when his brothers and sisters have achieved great success in Hunyuan Gong, he will teach them this unique skill. Unexpectedly, now he has been taught by this beggar.
"Beggars, I tell you, you are not allowed to hurt this girl. She is my wife. If you dare to touch her hair, I will never finish with you..." Although Ximen Lang can't move his limbs, his mouth can still speak.
, I was afraid that this beggar would be harmful to Xiao Muqing, so I threatened him.
The beggar flew up and kicked him on the chest with his toes. Ximenlang couldn't even move his mouth and couldn't speak anymore. He secretly said in his heart, Damn, this damn beggar's needlepoint skills are really good.
Using pointe, I was relieved of my numbness.
Xiao Muqing was horrified when she saw that the sect master failed to take action. She panicked and said: "Sect Master, it's none of his business. You, old man, please don't hurt him..."
The beggar glanced at Ximen Lang with his cold eyes. When he saw his face clearly, his face softened slightly. When he turned around, the murderous aura passed through his eyes again. He said coldly: "You haven't explained clearly yet. Why do you know about Hualong Ring?"
,Are you going to steal my ring too?"
Xiao Muqing shook her head and said, "How could I? You are the only one in the world who is qualified to wear this ring, the sect master." After a pause, she whispered softly: "The earth is shaking high, the green mountains are beautiful for eternity, and the door faces the sea.
The Sanhe River flows for thousands of years. Hualong Ring, Mountain and River Fan, always
It is a symbol of the status of the leader of the Huamen. As a member of the sect, how could I not know that Xiao Muqing, the daughter of Xiao Dingfeng, the master of the Qingmu Hall of the Huamen, pays homage to the sect leader." She ignored the fact that the sword was so close that it could be taken away from her at any time.
The dagger of life fell to his knees with a plop.
Hearing the name Xiao Dingfeng, the beggar trembled. Past events flashed through his mind. He murmured: "Dingfeng, my good brother...it's been ten years...I haven't seen it for ten years."
I've been to him..."
When Xiao Muqing saw that he finally mentioned his father's name and inadvertently revealed his identity, he was extremely excited and said in a low voice: "My father doesn't miss the sect master every day. He thinks about it day and night, hoping that the sect master will return to take charge of the overall situation.
, to revive the former glory of Huamen..."
"You are Xiao Dingfeng's daughter, so your name is Qingqing, right?"
Xiao Muqing said excitedly: "I didn't expect the door owner to still remember my name."
The beggar said with emotion: "Ten years ago, you were just a little girl, and I held you in my arms. I didn't expect that you have grown into a big girl now. Ten years, this span is really too big, you get up
Bar."
"Yes." Xiao Muqing bowed in agreement and stood up.
The beggar pressed the mechanism on the iron fan with his fingers and retracted the dagger into the handle. He bent down to pick up the woven bag and put the iron fan into it again. His eyes stayed on Xiao Muqing's face for a moment and asked:
"Time is really unforgiving. That stubborn little girl back then has now become a beautiful eldest daughter. I don't even recognize her anymore."
Ximenlang, who was lying on the ground, was quite aggrieved, and said to himself: "She is beautiful, whatever, Qingqing is mine, you guy, don't have any other ideas, besides, brother, you are already over forty years old, if you want to seduce
A girl in her twenties is too unauthentic, isn’t she an old cow eating young grass?”
Xiao Muqing whispered: "The master of the sect has given me a reward."
The beggar said: "Since we have met and you recognized me, it is considered our fate. I still have something to ask you. This is not the place to talk. Come with me."
"Where to go?"
"My temporary home is in the bridge cave."
Xiao Muqing hesitated a little, looked at Ximen Lang lying on the ground, and said, "What should I do with my friend? I can't leave him here, right?"
"This is easy to handle." The beggar bent down, grabbed Ximen Lang and carried it on his shoulders. He walked a few steps forward and came to the jade railing, turned over and climbed down. Below was the bottomless water flowing continuously.
The sight of the river water made Xiao Muqing tremble with fear.
In an instant, the beggar had already carried Ximenlang and got into the bridge hole.
Xiao Muqing gritted her silver teeth, climbed over the railing, nimbly slid down four to five meters, and jumped into the bridge hole.
The bridge opening is fan-shaped and very spacious. There are all kinds of debris collected inside, including old sofas, cabinets, coats and other items, making it look like a garbage dump. Ximen Lang, who could not move, was thrown on the broken sofa.
He glanced over calmly and signaled Xiao Muqing not to worry about him. Because this beggar had saved his life before, Ximen Lang felt that he could not hurt him.