Chapter 401: Two Bags of Disciples of the Beggar Clan (Please Subscribe)

Night, mountain temple.

The wind howled, the shadows of the trees danced, and from time to time there was the sound of branches, like wild ghosts roaring outside the door.

In the dilapidated mountain temple, there was a pile of small bonfires emitting a faint light.

The firelight did not illuminate the entire mountain temple, but only illuminated a small area around it orange-red. In this dark, dark, windy night, it was even more eerie.

Several thin figures were sitting around the campfire.

If you look carefully, you can see that they are all teenagers, and the oldest ones are no more than fifteen years old.

All of them were unkempt, and their tattered clothes could barely cover their bodies.

If someone comes close to you and you can smell a strange smell on their bodies, as if they haven't showered for many days, you will subconsciously avoid them.

The oldest boy among them sat with his back against the statue of the god in the mountain temple, some distance away from the other boys. Although his clothes were tattered, he looked refreshing.

His hair was casually draped over his shoulders, but his face was free of the dirt and grime of other teenagers.

His eyes were clear and sharp, and there were two small cloth bags hanging on his shoulders.

If there are people from the martial arts world here, they will definitely recognize his identity: a disciple of Erbao of the Beggar Clan!

"Brother Huan, are you okay? I can't wait!"

At this time, the youngest boy suddenly spoke, and his stomach growled: "I haven't eaten much all day, and I'm already very hungry!"

Although the other teenagers did not speak, the expressions on their faces and eyes were similar.

"Why are you so anxious? If this soup is not cooked, you will get a stomachache!"

The one who was called Brother Huan was the oldest boy. He spoke out of anger and immediately told the other boys to be honest. It was obvious that his prestige was not low.

At this time, on the bonfire surrounded by teenagers, there was a simple stove built with mud bricks from unknown sources. There was a broken clay pot on it, which was making the sound of boiling water.

At the same time, a strong aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of ginger and garlic floated in the mountain temple.

"Okay, okay, wake up those boys!"

The young man named Brother Huan stirred the soup in the clay pot twice with a branch, stuck out his tongue to test the temperature, and then said hello: "We are all poor brothers, we must unite and be friendly!"

"Brother Huan is so kind, that's why those little ones stutter!"

A young man stood up muttering and shouted into the dark corner of the mountain temple: "Get up, get up, the soup cooked by Brother Huan is ready, you all get up and eat some to warm your body!"

The next moment, a burst of noise came from the dark corner of the mountain temple, accompanied by the crying of a child.

This time, the originally eerie environment suddenly became full of fireworks.

"Cry, cry, cry, cry. Aren't you happy to give you a bite of hot food?"

The young man who got up looked impatient and said angrily: "Why don't you come here quickly and ask for a beating?"

All of a sudden, the crying in the dark corner disappeared, and a dozen little boys, the oldest being eight years old, and the youngest being only three years old, came over timidly, with the confusion on their faces that they had just woken up.

Like the teenagers, they were also in tatters, but their faces were clean and they had obviously been groomed regularly, but their bodies were as thin as the teenagers.

These children had smelled the strong fragrance at this time, and they suddenly became energetic and lost their sleepiness. They all stared at the broken clay pots eagerly, and some of them were drooling.

"Get up, everyone. I was lucky enough to catch two snakes and make a jar of snake soup!"

Jia Huan opened his mouth with a smile and took out a dozen dark brown steamed buns that had become cold and hard with various torn pieces from the torn bag beside him, and divided half of them into the hands of a dozen children and teenagers.

Although these steamed buns were in extremely poor quality, they were not stained with any dust or dirt. They were defective items that he bought from restaurants and steamed bun shops in the evening.

"Don't worry, the big one will help the little one, let the little one finish first!"

Under Jia Huan's command, the teenagers helped the children impatiently, soaking the half slice of steamed buns in the soup in the clay pot, and then ate them all.

Although there wasn't much, the oily soup and half a piece of steamed bun made all the children's faces turn a little rosy. Although they stared at the fragrant broken clay pot, none of them asked for more. food.

Now, it's the teenagers' turn to get ready to eat.

"Hey, it smells so good, Jia Huan, what are you eating?"

At this moment, a rough voice came, and then three tall figures appeared, striding into the mountain temple that was only half covered by a broken door.

The dozen or so children who were originally a little unsatisfied turned pale with fright when they saw the visitor, and each one hid in a dark corner like a frightened rabbit.

The teenagers were pretty much the same. They hurriedly hid half of the steamed buns in their hands behind their backs and huddled behind Jia Huan, the leader, not daring to hum.

Ignoring the frightened children, Jia Huan stood up and greeted: "Master Wuxiang!"

Um!

Lord Wuxiang hummed as he entered. The five sacks on his body were particularly conspicuous. He was a fifth-generation disciple of the Beggar Clan.

The two big men following behind were carrying three small sacks, and they looked like Lord Wuxiang's confidants.

Although they are all disciples of the Beggar Clan, their heads and faces are clean, they are wearing green clothes, and they have a strong aura about them. How can they look like the disciples of the Beggar Clan?

"You don't need to remind me what day it is. Are you ready with the money?"

"It has been prepared for a long time, Lord Wuxiang, please wait!"

With a smile on his face, Jia Huan turned around, picked up a bamboo pole from his feet, and pointed it towards his head.

The next moment, a bunch of packages fell from the beams, making a metallic collision on the ground.

It's just that the package was tied tightly and made of linen, so the contents inside weren't exposed.

"Fifty taels of broken silver and five thousand five hundred copper coins are all in it. Master Wuxiang can count them clearly!"

Jia Huan lifted the package and delivered it directly to the big man next to Wuxiang Master, complaining: "Xiang Master, can you fix the exchange ratio of silver and copper coins, or follow the exchange ratio on the market? It’s one to one thousand one every time, what a loss!”

While complaining, he turned back to greet the young man under his command, and said angrily: "What are you doing standing still? Give Master Wuxiang and the two brothers a bowl of snake soup each, with a little more snake meat, you don't have any sense of perspective!"

After saying that, he personally took a clean and broken porcelain bowl, filled most of the bowl of snake meat, and gave it to Wu Xiangzhu with a fierce look on his face with a smile on his face.

No one noticed that just as he was filling the bowl with snake meat, a little bit of fine powder fell into the bowl.

"You boy is quite clever!"

Wu Xiangzhu's face was very sinister, and it became even more charming when he smiled.

He laughed and cursed, but did not rush to eat the fragrant snake soup in the bowl. Instead, he waited for his two confidants to wolf down the contents in the bowl, and then happily drank them all.

Jia Huan saw it and his eyes flashed imperceptibly without showing any abnormal expression.

The 'material' has been added quietly, how can this guy avoid it by being careful?

After he finished the bowl full of snake soup, his two confidants had already counted the money, nodded to indicate that the number was correct, and then laughed and said: "You are a very good boy. You can make the monthly payments in the past few months." Turn it in on time, it won’t take long for you to have an extra sack!”

"You have to be supported by the incense master, otherwise no matter how talented the kid is, he won't be able to display it!"

Jia Huan smiled and complimented: "I hope the incense master will not forget the benefits of the boy in the future!"

"Hahaha, don't worry. As long as you do well, you will not only have more sacks on your body, but you will also learn a lot of powerful martial arts in the world!"

Wu Xiangzhu was obviously very satisfied with Jia Huan's knowledge.

But when he saw the cautious young men in the mountain temple and the children hidden in the darkness, he couldn't help but curl his lips and said: "But you are still a little too kind!"

"If I follow this incense master's method, my monthly income will at least be more!"

"Hehe, the incense master also knows that the kid has always been soft-hearted and doesn't want to see the kid suffer!"

Jia Huan smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I really can't harden my heart!"

"That's up to you!"

Wu Xiangzhu didn't take it seriously and waved his hand: "As long as the fixed quota every two months is paid, you can do whatever you want, but your martial arts must not fall behind!"

"Our Beggar Gang is a well-known gang in the world. As the small leader responsible for half of the county, you must have the strength to match the disciples of Erbao, otherwise it will be impossible to go further!"

"Yes, yes, Master Xiang taught you the lesson, I will definitely strengthen my martial arts training in the future!"

Jia Huan was amused in his heart, but he nodded with caution on his face.

If you weren't still in the transitional stage of getting familiar with and recovering your physical condition, do you believe I could kill you with one slap!

That's right, Jia Huan has traveled through time again!

The identity of the time travel is that of Erbao disciple in a county near the chief helm of the Beggar Clan.

To put it bluntly, he is still a low-level member of the Beggar Clan, but he has the qualifications to climb up.

Until now, it has only been three months since I traveled through time!

During this period, he was in the process of becoming familiar with his surroundings and recovering his physical condition.

The Wuxiang Master is his immediate boss, the Five Bags Incense Master who is in charge of the entire county of the Beggar Clan.

This guy is a typical quack bully!

Relying on his identity as the incense master of the Beggar Clan, he has done quite a lot of evil deeds, which would definitely make people's heads tingle when told of them. It would not be an exaggeration to call him a 'devil on earth'.

Just think about the association between beggars and certain evil things, and you will understand what Jia Huan means.

As the small leader of the beggar gang in the Shanshen Temple, it is naturally impossible for Jia Huan to make money by killing beggars, stealing and abducting them, etc. Wouldn't it be a slap in his face?

He needs to pay five taels of silver to Lord Wuxiang every month. No matter what method he uses, the monthly payment cannot be less than a penny.

This is not a difficult task for Jia Huan and can be accomplished easily.

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to complete the task easily. Instead, he divided the five taels of silver per month into small amounts, as long as he could complete a certain task every day.

Today, it is the second time for Jia Huan to pay the fees in the Shanshen Temple area!

Although Wu Xiangzhu is an out-and-out evil person, he still has one good thing, that is, as long as his little boss completes his mission, he doesn't bother to care about anything else.

Even if the task is completed in time and there is no sign of arrears of fees, he will give some verbal praise, which still shows a bit of leadership.