After going down the mountain, Xinyuan sighed for a long time, thinking of Master’s death, but his vengeance had not been reported. He joined Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts to avenge Master, but he didn’t expect to be driven out of the mountain gate without even seeing the face of Yi Jin Jing. Since then, he has started a life without a home.
He was very hungry, look at the sky, it was noon. Suddenly there was a crisp ringing in the distance, and he looked around and saw a man galloping here on horseback. The horse has black hair, shiny black hair, tall and long legs, a fat body and a strong, extraordinary horse. The man on the horse is about twenty-two years old, dressed in white fur and carrying a sword. One person, one horse, and one horse screamed and galloped past the far side of the heart, and rushed to Shaoshi Mountain, leaving only a slip of dust flying. Xinyuan has been wandering about the rivers and lakes since childhood, enduring hunger. When he was eight years old, he almost starved to death on the street. Later, he was saved by Master Shenmu and shaved him to make a living by begging for alms. He is used to living hard times, and he often hopes that one day he can also live as a rich child. Sometimes in his dream he suddenly dreams that he is wearing a sable fur, sitting in a magnificent house, eating from Food that hasn't been seen. At this moment, he suddenly saw the man and the horse, and he couldn't help being envious. He swallowed and said to himself: "What a handsome man, what a beautiful horse!" After staring blankly for a long time, he was aimless again. Walk towards the opposite direction of Shaolin Temple.
At this time, his stomach was groaning, hungry, and he wanted to find a family to beg for food. He is used to this begging job, so once he gets hungry, the first thing he thinks of is where there is someone, then he walks up and knocks on the door, and when they open the door, he says, "Uncle and aunt, please enjoy your meal. !"
At this moment, he swam around and found a building not far in front, so he walked quickly over. When I walked to the front, I could see that it was a big family with a vermilion lacquer gate with the word "Luo Mansion" written on the banner. Biwa houses, towering walls, magnificent and extraordinary style. He walked to the door and knocked hard. After a while, a young Zhuang Ding with a pocky face opened the door. Xinyuan took off his monk's clothes when he was expelled from the mountain gate, and put on his original tattered clothes. That Zhuang Ding looked at him carefully, and saw that he looked very strange, like a little monk but not wearing monk clothes, not a monk but shaved his head. Zhuang Ding looked at Xinyuan suspiciously and said, "Is there something wrong?"
The heart is far-reaching: "I'm looking for your master, please tell me, elder brother." He knows that the servants of the big family are very fierce. If he asks for food directly, he will definitely be driven away immediately. He had encountered this situation several times before, so this time he did not directly ask Zhuang Ding, but asked to see the master.
Zhuang Ding said: "What's the matter? Begging?"
Xinyuan didn't expect him to be so straightforward. He was at a loss for a while, and couldn't think of any good words to say, so he hummed twice and gave a "Um". Xin Yuan thought that Zhuang Ding would pretend to be a housekeeper and slam himself a few times, then drove him away, and then closed the door severely. But what was unexpected was that Zhuang Ding said: "Wait a minute!" Then he closed the door. After a while, Zhuang Ding took a few buns out to him, said: "Take it! Give it to you!" Then he closed the door.
Xin Yuan was hungry at this time, and when he got the buns, he gobbled up. He walked slowly to the corner and sat down, thinking: "It's weird, what is Zhuang Ding like here? It's not vicious at all." As he was thinking, the previous horse bell rang again, and then the man came in one horse. Arrived at the door. Perhaps the Zhuang Ding inside heard the bell, opened the door before knocking, and shouted inside: "Master is back!" Then he took the horse rope carefully. The young master Diaoqiu said: "Pharaoh, take good care of my horse, don't let him be thirsty and hungry, understand?!" The Pharaoh who led the horse respectfully answered "Yes" and then led him. The horse went behind and went in.
At this time, several people heard the sound and greeted him. One of the girls' voice said: "Brother, Master Huiming has promised you?"
Master Diao Qiu handed the horse whip to another Zhuang Ding, and said to a seventeen-year-old girl: "Yes, he said that he will let me worship Master Fang Jing as a teacher and become a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple."
The girl couldn't help but jumped up with joy, clapping her hands and said, "Great, I can finally learn Shaolin martial arts. I'll go tell my father to go." After speaking, the person had entered the yard.
Xinyuan heard it from the side, and thought to himself: "Appreciate the second brother as a teacher? What's so great about that. Why doesn't he worship the master as a teacher, so we can be a brother." Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of myself. Has been expelled from Shaolin, could not help but feel sad. He rested for a while, got up, and was about to go elsewhere. At this moment, the gate of Vermilion opened suddenly, and Pharaoh walked out and said to him: "Hey, don't leave now, I have something to tell you!"
Xinyuan asked: "What are you doing?" But in his heart he thought: "Look for me? What can I do? Is it possible to give me wine and meat?"
Pharaoh walked to Xinyuan and said, "My master said that the young master lacks a book boy. I just thought of you, so I told the master. The master wants to see you."
"Shuboy?" Xinyuan couldn't help but was taken aback. He knew this book boy. For children from a large family in the south of the Yangtze River, the young lady had a maid behind her, and the son was followed by a boy. This boy was called a book boy, sometimes accompanied by a student, and was a servant who was dedicated to adding light to the young masters.
Seeing him in a daze, Lao Wang asked again: "Did you hear what I said?"
At this time, Xin Yuan thought: "It's not bad to be a book boy. The second senior brother's grasping hand hasn't taught me yet, so I just followed this Kuo Shao and took the opportunity to learn martial arts secretly." Hearing the old Wang asked himself, he said, "Okay!"
So Lao Wang led Xinyuan in, walked through two courtyards, and came to a hall. The furnishings in the hall are very quaint. The upper hall is a horizontal plaque with four gilt characters "Purple Qi from the East" on the Wei stele, which is solemn and vigorous. On the table of the Eight Immortals below, there is an ancient benlong incense burner, with smokey mist on it, and the finest spices burning inside. On both sides of the hall are some ancient sandalwood tables and chairs, with hollow patterns on them, which are exquisite and eye-catching.
Sitting in the hall were two people in their fifties, a man and a woman, and Xinyuan estimated from their clothes that they might be the owners of the house. Standing next to the two of them was Young Master Diao Qiu and the 18-year-old girl that Xinyuan had seen before. When I was at the door, my heart was far from paying attention. Only then did I find that the girl was wearing a light yellow dress with her hair tied up naturally, a bit like a Jiangnan woman, giving people a very elegant feeling.
Lao Wang gave a notification outside the hall and then retreated, Xinyuan entered the hall alone. As soon as he entered the hall, the lady-like person began to look at him from head to toe, looking at him a little embarrassed. The man with the appearance of the master did not do this. His expression was very mighty, but there was no lack of a gentle air, which gave people an intangible feeling. The girl half-covered her face with her sleeves, the smoke was like water, and she was shining. Xinyuan guessed that she must be smiling at her with her mouth in her mouth, so she felt very uncomfortable all over. On the contrary, the look of Young Master Diao Qiu was the most relaxing. He stood aside naturally, the expression on his face was still the kind of youthful spirit that Xin Yuan had seen before. While Xinyuan looked at them one by one, he only heard the master-like person say: "My child, where are you from? What's your name?"
Xinyuan replied: "My name is Xinyuan, I don't know where it is from."
After Xin Yuan said this, the girl "pushed" and laughed. The hostess was also embarrassed, with a smile on her face.
The master asked strangely: "Do you have no family?"
Xin Yuan said: "No, I have been living in the rivers and lakes since I was a child, and I don't know who my parents are."
"Then do you have any relatives?"
"Family? No more now. My former master was killed, and the current master kicked me out of the master."
Then everyone asked Xinyuan a few words, and Xinyuan answered truthfully.