Mutated Tao Chapter 100: Young boy

Little Yang opened his eyes sleepily, and when he saw some light through the paper window outside, he lifted the quilt and began to dress.

"Crack" the door of the kitchen was pushed open, and he went to the water tank to see how much water was left. After feeling that it was not enough, he picked up the pole and picked up two empty wooden barrels. Just walked towards the door.

"Brothers and sisters have to wash up after getting up, and then I have to cook porridge, this water is not enough."

As the Daoist of Qingfeng Temple, although Yang Xiaozi is only ten years old, he can cook, wash and wash clothes, and is proficient in everything. He even knows a little about the medicinal properties of some alchemy ingredients.

These are all forced out, and some are not forced out, and those who are not forced out are already dead.

In that dark Taoist temple, the only thing he learned was that people must be useful, and those who are useless are waste.

If you are useless, if the brothers and sisters are unwilling to bring the oil bottle, then you should kick the one who is still snoring on the bed first.

But as long as they are useful, they really want to sell another Daoist, not themselves.

Little Yang actually has a secret that no one has, that is, the location of his home reported by him is false, and he has no home at all.

He now hopes that this journey can go on forever, so that he can always have food to eat.

He is different from other people. When he went to Qingfeng Temple, other children were sold or stolen, but Yang child was willing to go there, just because the man said that the place can be full meal.

As soon as he left the hospital, Child Yang saluted the woman who was practicing sword in the distance, "Good morning, Senior Sister."

At this time, Chun Xiaoman didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, she was engrossed in looking at the sword manual in front of her.

Little Yang is no stranger to this. Recently, besides eating and sleeping, this black-haired senior sister has been practicing sword at ordinary times.

Accompanied by the wet morning mist, he walked alone on the deserted path.

"Can I ask my senior sister to teach me how to practice swords? If I learn it, even if I go back and continue to be a beggar in the future, others will not dare to bully me."

"But senior sister, is she happy? Senior sister Xiaoman is usually very indifferent."

Thinking about it, Young Boy came to the pond at the head of the village and started to fetch water.

Suddenly, a large group of black shadows emerged from the hazy morning mist in the distance. Startled him.

But soon he was no longer afraid, because those shadows were people, a group of beggars in ragged clothes with dark faces, and he was one of them in the past.

Looking at their runny noses and trembling, it was obvious that the fire was not lit when they went to bed last night.

Compared to Child Yang's reaction, those beggars were also taken aback.

After confirming again that it was a living person, the group of beggars pushed out a little beggar.

This little beggar with only one ear is very dull, hesitantly dawdling there.

Seeing that Child Yang was about to fetch water and go away, an old beggar came over, pushed the little beggar into the mud, bent down as much as possible, and asked Child Yang with a smile: "Little baby , I have a question, is this Wu Family Village?"

"There is no one you are looking for here, everything here is empty, nothing is left."

It's fine if Yang Zizi didn't say anything, but when he said this, the other party became even more excited, and his red wine nose became even redder.

A finger pointed tremblingly around everything around. "So there are no owners for these houses and the land around them?!"

Children Yang didn't want to talk to the man who kicked the little beggar, so he turned around and left.

He returned to the kitchen and poured the water from the bucket into the bucket. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the pole and continued walking towards the door.

With such a large tank, one trip is not enough, but several trips are required.

When he came out again, he could see those beggars breaking into the empty houses around them, rummaging for something.

They definitely couldn't find anything rich, the rich things were already taken by those who left, and what they didn't take was taken away by themselves and senior brother Gouwa.

But these beggars don't care so much, even if they find a piece of tattered clothes, these beggars are happy to jump up and down.

When Yang Xiaowa came out for the third time, he saw that some beggars were fighting, and he didn't know what they were fighting for.

"Don't live here, it's an evil place, and accidents are easy to happen!" Child Yang reminded, but no one listened to him.

After the fourth trip, Child Yang was already tired and his face turned pale, but he still came to the courtyard with strength. After arriving in the courtyard, he put down the pole, and Child Yang took a breath, quietly waiting for something.

Waiting until the sound of footsteps came from inside, Young Boy hurriedly picked up the pole again and rushed inside.

Not long after walking, Young Boy Yang, who was carrying a pole, ran into other fellow apprentices. "Morning Brother Cao Cao."

"Hey, kid, you're fetching water again, you're so sensible, let fools do this kind of strenuous work." Gou Wa patted his head and walked outside.

"Brother Cao Cao, the porridge is already cooking in the pot, and we can have breakfast soon." He shouted at Gou Wa's back.

"Yeah, I'm going to wake up the idiot."

When the sun rose and shone into the courtyard, everyone gathered in the lobby.

Breakfast is very simple, just porridge, served with pickles that Gouwa dug out from the cellar in the village, and their own dry food, pot helmet. But there are also meat dishes, two eggs in a small bowl.

At this moment, none of them moved their chopsticks, they were all quietly waiting for something.

At this time, Xiao Man who saw the sword practicing at the door just rushed in. Gouwa asked jokingly: "Junior Sister, how are you practicing in winter and summer in summer? How are you doing? I'll teach you brother after you've practiced."

"It's okay, at least it's better than making blind gestures by yourself. The master of the **** said that there is no other trick to this kind of thing, it just depends on practice. I cut two bamboo swords. After dinner, you practice with me." Practice."

Gouwa's face instantly turned into a bitter face.

After Xiaoman turned around and hung the sword on the wall, he also sat down at the table, waiting together with them.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and smelling the smell of blood in the air, Child Yang subconsciously tensed up, lowering his head, not daring to look over there at all.

That is senior brother Li Huowang.

He knew that Senior Brother Li would not harm him, and he even picked him up, but he was just afraid. Especially after seeing what happened along the way.

Li Huowang, supported by Bai Lingmiao, sat down on the seat of the Eight Immortals and began to drink porridge. After he moved his mouth, the others started to move.

Even Li Huowang himself didn't realize when this rule appeared.

Eating and eating, the sound of swallowing saliva came from outside the yard, and a few beggars stood there looking forward to see through their brains.

"Why are there still beggars? Isn't there no one in Wujia Village?"

Hearing Li Huowang's question, Child Yang stood up and nervously told him everything he knew.

"Hehe, these people are really well-informed. They dare to grab the chopping board on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month. I'm full. You guys eat slowly."