The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

"Don't embarrass this old man anymore!"

However, how could this immature voice stop the three members of the Changle Gang.

These three people are all masters in the Jianghu. They have lived to this day, and they don't know how many lives they have taken on their backs.

The thin man shouted: "Little devil, who asked you to meddle in my business? I want to kill this old guy, do you want to get out or not?"

After finishing speaking, the thin man raised the big knife in his hand, making a gesture to chop.

The little beggar said: "This old man is a good man, and you are bad men. I will definitely help the good man. Just kill me, and I will never leave!"

Mei Fanggu treated him badly, but occasionally she would tell him stories. There were good people and bad people in the stories. It was only natural to help the good people beat the bad people.

The thin man was furious and said, "How do you know he is a good man?"

The little beggar said: "The old man said that you are bad people, and he refuses to be with you even if you die. Then, you must be bad people."

After speaking, he turned around and reached out to untie the chain.

The Taoist sneered and slapped the little beggar with his backhand, making the little beggar dizzy. The left side of his face was swollen high, and the marks of five fingers appeared.

Finally, they vaguely saw a figure, guessing that the little beggar dared to come rashly, there must be someone to rely on.

"You kid, I don't know your origin, I don't know your sect and master, if you dare to come here to make trouble, I will treat you as an ignorant little beggar, and kill you with a knife!"

The bright knife in the thin man's hand slashed at the little beggar's neck with a "hoo".

Although the little beggar was afraid in his heart, he persisted. In addition, he didn't understand the danger, so he didn't move a muscle.

The thin man's knife hit him a few inches away from his head and neck, and then he stopped the knife and put it away, and praised: "What a boy! You are actually quite courageous!"

However, the Taoist was not so easy to talk, he stretched out his right hand and slapped him again.

This time, it landed on the right cheek of the little beggar, and the strike was even heavier.

The pain was so painful that the little beggar burst into tears.

The thin man chuckled twice, and said, "Since you are afraid of being beaten and hurt, then hurry up and leave!"

The little beggar refused to leave no matter what!

The Taoist kicked up and kicked the little beggar to the ground.

The little beggar had a bruised nose and swollen eyes, so he got up and stood in front of the old man of great compassion.

The temperament of the old man of great compassion was originally withdrawn, and he had few friends in his life.

The little beggar in front of him, who had never lived with him, gave up his life to protect each other. He was grateful in his heart and said, "Little friend, you can't beat them. Mr. Cheng is already in his twilight years, and he will not be able to do this in his life after making friends with you." In vain, you go quickly."

The little beggar said loudly: "You are a good person, you cannot be killed by a bad person!"

It's been a long time of babbling, even though the little beggar risked his life to protect him, the three members of the Changle gang still killed the old man of great compassion.

Zhao Qiu was on the side and did not stop it.

Because everyone has their own destiny, under the operation of the Dao, how many people can break away from the established roulette of destiny, the only way is to accept it!

The great compassionate old man also has his own destiny.

After the three members of the Changle gang left, the old man Dabei told the little beggar before he died that there were clay figurines in his bag and gave them to the little beggar.

It was a wooden box filled with cotton, and there were three rows of clay dolls, six in each row, a total of eighteen.

The doll is exquisitely made, with red lines drawn all over it, and countless black dots, which are the positions of veins and acupoints.

Zhao Qiu glanced at it and knew that it was the Arhat Demon Subduing Magic Art of the Shaolin School.

Each puppet is an arhat. This magical skill is the culmination of Buddhist internal skills. It is extremely profound and subtle. It needs to get rid of all distracting thoughts to practice it. Smart people think a lot, and not one person in a hundred thousand people may be able to do it.

Zhao Qiu sighed, "Go and bury this old man!"

The little beggar went forward and moved some soil and stones, branches and leaves to cover the body of the great compassionate old man.

He was young and weak, and after covering up the corpse, he was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.