Bang bang bang...

Li Qingfeng kicked Wang Ziqiao several ribs and left angrily.

Wang Ziqiao knew that he hadn't gone far, and a recovery technique was blessed to repair the trauma in his body...

The next day, Wang Ziqiao was intact, leaning on a cane and twisting a broken bowl, walking on the streets of the town, heading towards the distance.

Li Qingfeng was a little surprised. He didn't know why Wang Ziqiao's injury got so fast, so he would definitely break a few more bones on Wang Ziqiao's body tonight, and then observe carefully, and maybe you can discover the secret of Wang Ziqiao's martial arts.

Her hair was already crumbly, and her clothes on her body became dirty and ragged, and Prince Qiao didn't realize it at all.

...

After passing countless country roads, Wang Ziqiao entered the city again. Several cleaners were sweeping the road. People and cars came and went on the road, but they did not slow down the speed for Wang Ziqiao's existence.

When a group of junior high school students were passing by Wang Ziqiao, they threw two one-yuan steel steaks into his broken bowl. Wang Ziqiao used the two dollars to buy a roasted sweet potato, and they ate it with relish.

Li Qingfeng was drooling in the back.

It's the fifth day now. In the past five days, Li Qingfeng has caused Prince Qiao to suffer a great crime, but when he was suffering with Prince Qiao, the moment the fragrance plunged into his nostrils, he found that he really wanted to steal the sweet potatoes from Prince Qiao's hand. He pursed his lips and comforted himself: I am the chief immortal, how could I beggar like him?

After holding his hands, he turned his face aside, looking like he would not be able to eat even if he was beaten to death. He glanced around and found that there was a breakfast seller, so he walked away.

Li Qingfeng is no longer afraid that Wang Ziqiao will run away. In the past few days, he found that Wang Ziqiao did not intend to get rid of him at all, but instead continued to hike in the direction of Maoshan honestly.

Of course, although he knew the secret of Wang Ziqiao's martial arts, he could not learn it, and he could not do anything about it.

Prince Qiao, who had eaten the sweet potatoes, wiped his mouth with his hands and continued walking along the street. He met a boy holding a cart on the side of the road.

The boy was only eleven or twelve years old, with straw on the cart. A woman in her thirties lying on the straw. The woman was very thin and wrapped in a quilt. She looked like a sick person, but she was wearing a sweater and had a large area of ​​frostbite on her hands.

There is a cardboard hanging on the handrail of the cart with some words written on it, which roughly means that the child's mother has cancer and her father runs away from home. I hope that kind-hearted people can reward some money to treat their mother.

Prince Qiao was curious, so he stopped, looked at the thin boy, and said, "Your mother is sick, why do you still take her out to beg?"

The boy looked at Wang Ziqiao in confusion, but did not look at him differently because Wang Ziqiao was a beggar, and said, "I took my mother to the hospital for physical examination, and I didn't take my mother to beg!"

"Oh! Then what's your mother's disease?"

"Bone cancer!" The boy knew his mother's illness very well and replied directly, but he did not stop making progress.

Prince Qiao followed the boy and continued to ask, "Do you have money?"

"Some!" The boy didn't have much confidence, but he looked at Wang Ziqiao with some vigilance.

But the young man's mother smiled and said, "Little brother, I think you are a healthy person, why do you want to be a beggar? Now people are recruiting people everywhere on the construction site."

Prince Qiao smiled without saying anything, and his eyes were on the other party.

The woman was still knitting her sweater and continued, "I know I'm sick for a few days, but my baby is so filial. Today, I took me to the hospital on Sunday. I didn't want to go, so he insisted on pulling me there and said he had already asked for more than 100 yuan, but what's the use of this more than 100 yuan? Most of it was saved by the baby himself!"

"Mom, more than 100 yuan is also a money. I will go to beg for food every day in the future and I will definitely cure your illness!" The boy said very toughly.

"Then the sweater in your hand?" Wang Ziqiao asked.

"Oh, that's it, this is the sweater I knitted for my child. I knitted a total of seven sweaters, enough for him to wear until he was eighteen years old..." Although the woman was plagued by illness, she did not suffer much pain. Looking at the child pulling the cart in front, her eyes were full of pity and tears.

Wang Ziqiao did not ask the child’s father what he was doing. He could sense that the woman’s body was no longer able to do it. Perhaps, after the sweater was knitted, her life would come to an end. However, before she died, she was still worried about her children and her children’s lack of warm clothes in winter...

He quietly watched the mother and son, his pace getting slower and slower. A magic that had washed away all the dew was blessed on the woman.

The woman was stunned. She was facing backwards and found a light coming out of Prince Qiao's hand, and then she enveloped herself. The pain in her body suddenly weakened a lot, and then she became unconscious!

Prince Qiao followed the cart all the time. After more than ten minutes, he turned around and left. The woman's illness had recovered, but she and her son didn't know.

Li Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Ziqiao with a smile: "What? He is kind-hearted? He actually helps the poor to cure his illness? No more people get one million?"

Prince Qiao ignored it, bypassed him and continued walking.

"I said, you boy, are you planning to become a monk? It's like a monk, but I advise you if you really want to become a monk, you should also be a Taoist priest. Why don't you join me, right? Take me as your teacher and I will satisfy you whatever you want, how about it?" Li Qingfeng said temptingly.

"You can't give me what I want, don't talk too much. Let's go. At our current speed, you may not be able to reach Maoshan in a month!"

"What are you anxious about?"

"What? Don't you want to catch me in Maoshan? I'm not in a hurry now?" Wang Ziqiao asked back.

"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. When you arrive in Maoshan, it will be your death. No matter what, I will use talisman techniques to explore your soul memory!" Li Qingfeng snorted coldly, and returned to his cold face.

"Then let's go!" Prince Qiao stepped forward with a crutch.

Looking at Wang Ziqiao's back, Li Qingfeng felt deeply delighted. Yesterday he received a call from Ding Lianfeng. Ding Lianfeng had already told him not to hurt Wang Ziqiao, but to protect Wang Ziqiao's safety, otherwise, the sect will be dealt with.

He knew that Huo Xiang must have threatened Ding Lianfeng, so Ding Lianfeng issued such an order.

He could not listen to Ding Lianfeng's words. After all, the two were very far apart, and even the other party didn't even know where he was. However, he could not bring Wang Ziqiao to Maoshan because Ding Lianfeng's words were the final say, and no one dared to disobey Ding Lianfeng's words. Therefore, he could only pray to stay with Wang Ziqiao for a longer time, and then draw the secret of the martial arts from Wang Ziqiao's mouth.

After walking a few steps, Li Qingfeng smiled and said, "Prince Qiao, look, I will rescue you from Shilong's hands. Do you really mean nothing?"

"You saved me?"

"Do you think? If I hadn't been there at that time, you would have been killed by Qin Ziyu!"
Chapter completed!