The chivalrous spirit is fickle

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Soon after, the four large ships docked and the dock became crowded with people. Countless warriors flocked there, wanting to see what the other four clan leaders looked like.

Shi Gu did not participate in it. He had seen the faces of those four people countless times and there was nothing new to them. However, Shen Yue and Su Xue were quite interested, so Xiao Jiu took them to the dock.

Shi Gu, who was alone in the inn, wrote a letter to Master Foye, describing in detail everything that had happened recently.

After writing the letter, Shi Gu attached the envelope to the blade of the killing knife, like a strange man, giving instructions to the long knife.

"Go back quickly."

After saying that, Shi Gu slapped the blade, and the crystal clear killing blade shook, suddenly turning into a blue light, passing through the window, flying towards the ancient city, and drawing a straight blue track in the clouds.

Shi Gu leaned against the window, glanced at the door, then glanced at the window, pursed his lips, and jumped out of the window of the inn.

As a man of the world, the first rule is to go through the window if there is one, and climb over the wall if there is no window. Only small people will go through the main door.

Shi Gu landed on the street, turned around and headed straight towards Huiyin Temple.

After the fire at Huiyin Temple that day, everything should have been fine, but Shigu always had a feeling of uneasiness. For several days in a row, he would go to Huiyin City to check.

However, after checking over the past few days, nothing was found. After the fire, there was no special place left in the ruins. Everything seemed to prove that Shi Gu's worries were unnecessary.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Shigu felt. After thinking it over, he still didn't understand what went wrong.

That night in Huiyin Temple, although he was only in the early stage of the ninth level of martial arts, it was impossible for even Fang Jue to do something under his nose without being discovered.

The resurrection of the devil is something that cannot be stopped. Even if we know the time and place of the devil's resurrection in advance, we cannot stop it.

The only thing that can be done is to prevent the demon from gaining too much power at the beginning of his resurrection.

If all of the demon's hands and feet are cleaned up, then when the demon is resurrected, he will only have the strength of the ninth level of martial arts at most. It will take a long time for him to recover to his peak strength.

If Zhuang could be restricted to the ninth level of martial arts, then Shi Gu could get rid of him. Of course, just in case, Shi Gu wrote a letter to Master Foye.

Half an hour later, Shi Gu returned from Huiyin City without any gain. On the way, he saw a stage.

There are actually several theaters in Huiyin City, but the prices are a bit higher. The alcohol and melon seeds are more expensive. Shi Gu has never been to those theaters.

As for the stage, it was built rather hastily and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The reason why Shi Gu stopped was because he saw an acquaintance.

In front of the stage, Shen Zhui, wearing rags, was seen crawling towards the stage with great difficulty. He grabbed the ground with his hands and dragged his body slowly forward.

He was like a stinky bug, crawling on the ground, leaving a crooked trail and bloodstains on the bluestone road.

It seems that Shen Zhui's injury from two days ago has not healed. His pants are torn by friction, and the wound, which had not healed yet, has been rubbed into a bloody wound again.

Shi Gu did not approach Shen Zhui, but just stood there, looking at Shen Zhui quietly.

Shen Zhui took a lot of effort to crawl under the stage. I don’t know if he had some obsession that made him lean on the stage.

People were coming and going on the street, and some felt sorry for him and threw a copper coin or two at him. Shen Zhui did not show any emotion, but just lowered his head and nodded continuously.

However, when the person who gave alms left, a beggar would come out and take away all the copper coins in front of Shen Zhui. Shen Zhui had no reaction to this. It was unknown whether he was used to it and no longer cared about it, or whether he was scared by the beggars and had accepted his fate.

Shi Gu did not stop the beggar, but just watched him from afar. However, he was destined to visit the warm temples in the city, so he did not do much. He just wanted to beat up a few beggars who were not worthy of being human beings.

The crowd was flowing. After an unknown amount of time, a boy in thin clothes squeezed out of the crowd and ran quickly towards Shen Zhui.

The child was very short. Although he was still young, his hands were covered with calluses and looked very rough. He stopped in front of Shen Zhui and took out a steamed bun from his arms.

"Brother, steamed buns."

The child smiled foolishly and handed the bun to Shen Zhui, but he hesitated for a moment, then broke the bun into two halves and kept half for himself.

"The shopkeeper got really mad today and didn't let me eat, so he has to save half of this steamed bun for me today."

Shen Zhui listened to the child's tender voice, and his expression, which had been emotionless until now, became a little more complicated. He lowered his head, did not take the half bun, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I've eaten. You can eat all the buns."

The child said nothing when he heard this, but just held the bun closer to him. However, the more he did this, the more Shen Zhui dared not look at him.

Shen Zhui had heard from the kid that he worked as a handyman in a hotel without any salary. His only reward was the泔水桶 in the hotel kitchen.

After working every day, the little child would rummage through the slop bucket for leftovers to fill his stomach, so the steamed buns he brought with him were always soaked and swollen.

Shen Zhui didn't mind that the steamed bun was dirty. He couldn't and didn't dare to mind it.

Every time he saw the child's clear eyes, Shen Zhui wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He couldn't help but think that if the child's brother were still alive, this little, poor child would live a better life.

"Brother, eat it. I'll be full after eating half of it."

The child handed the steamed bun to him again, but Shen Zhui dodged and didn't take it. Just by chance, Shen Zhui found that the little child in front of him had several bruises on his face and a big swelling on his left cheek.

The child’s face has never been fair. It looks as if it is covered with dust and is gray.

However, at this moment, there were several dark green bruises on the edges of the eye sockets on that small face.

Shen Zhui was stunned, looking at the bruises on the child's face, and asked in a lost voice.

"Shi Tou, what's the matter with the wound on your face?"

Stone is the name of this child. It is simple and casual, just like this child, who is ignored and cherished by no one.

Shen Zhui subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the bruises on Shi Tou's face, but just as his hand reached out, he withdrew his hand.

Because his hands were very dirty, mixed with mud and his own blood, like a rotting corpse, and they always emitted a strange stench.

Shi Tou smiled innocently, not caring about the bruises on his face, and said without hiding anything.

"I looked after the young master for the shopkeeper last night. The shopkeeper's young master was so small, white and cute, and it was so pitiful. But he didn't like to sleep at night and always cried."

"Last night, the young master was very energetic and refused to sleep. He kept crying, intermittently."

"I stayed up until midnight. I couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep on the floor. I was so soundly asleep that I didn't hear the young master crying."

"The young master has a very loud voice. He didn't wake me up, but he woke up the boss lady and the shopkeeper. The boss lady was very angry. She felt sorry for the young master."

"She said that because of me, the young master almost cried so hard that his voice was damaged. She was very angry and beat me with a cane."

"I was smart. I knew my face was my main concern, so I lay on the ground and protected it. The cane didn't hit my face, but the shopkeeper was very strong and kicked me in the head a few times."

"After a few kicks, my face became like this."

Shitou smiled, as if he was talking about something insignificant. He felt neither aggrieved nor angry, but his little face seemed to have lost all vitality, like a soulless puppet or an oil lamp waiting to be extinguished.

He didn't say that he was not afraid of the pain, but he felt uncomfortable thinking that the young master had the boss lady who cared for him, but he had no one to care for him. Every time he thought of this, his heart felt like being pulled up.

Shen Zhui said to Shi Tou with an angry look on his face.

"It would be fine if they didn't pay you, but why did they beat and scold you like this?"

Shitou suddenly became nervous. After looking around, he lowered his voice and spoke to Shen Zhui.

"Brother, don't dare to say anything."

"The shopkeeper's brother is from the Yulin League, no one dares to mess with him."

Shen Zhui's body froze, and he stared at the stone in a daze. After a moment, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Shitou looked surprised but didn't ask anything. His brother said that adults always have strange thoughts and sometimes want to kill themselves. If you see this, don't ask too many questions.

Because that would be rubbing salt into the wound.

Shi Tou did not stay with Shen Zhui for too long. There was still a lot of work to do in the hotel, so he did not dare to delay too long. After saying goodbye briefly, he ran away.

Shi Gu watched the entire process, and every word the two people said fell into his ears.

Shi Tou squeezed into the crowd and ran quickly towards the hotel. However, after he left Shen Zhui's sight, his speed suddenly slowed down and he began to walk slowly with a limp.

Shitou was a smart child. He remembered that when his brother was still alive, he would sometimes come back with injuries, but his brother always had a smiling face at that time, as if those wounds did not hurt at all.

My brother was actually in a lot of pain. He would toss and turn in pain at night and couldn't sleep. Although my brother's hands and feet were very light, he always knew it.

It always hurts when you get hurt, but it is better to suffer alone than to suffer together.

As he was walking, Shi Tou suddenly bumped into someone. Shi Tou was immediately frightened and quickly bowed, wanting to apologize, but before he could bend down, a big hand helped him up.

Shi Tou looked blankly, but saw a handsome man looking at him with a smile.

"Little guy, do you want to live a more comfortable life?"

The man's voice seemed to have a strange power that made Shi Tou lose his mind for a moment and gave him an inexplicable trust and honesty.

"Yes." Shitou answered honestly. Shigu smiled when he heard that, reached out and touched Shitou's little head with a gentle look in his eyes.

This child has no aptitude for cultivation. If he embarks on the path of martial arts, he will only be able to remain at the second level of martial arts for the rest of his life. However, he has a kind heart, so we can find a good place for him.

"I'll find you a good place, but before that, you need to do me a favor."

Shitou was bewildered. Although he was precocious, he was still just a child after all, and he just asked subconsciously.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

Shi Gu raised his head, his gaze passed over the dense crowd and fell on the stage in the distance.

Under the stage, the beggar who took the copper coins came again and wanted to take away the half steamed bun that Shi Tou left for Shen Zhui. But this time, Shen Zhui held the half steamed bun tightly in his arms and did not let go even though the other party punched and kicked him.

Shi Gu smiled and said to the stone with his head down.

"Help me test a man and see if he is really qualified to go back."