"It's been a year." Wang Yue sighed in a dilapidated temple, lying on a simple small bed made of dead grass next to the fire.

Wang Yue was originally a modern young man. When he woke up for no reason, he came to this strange world and became a five-year-old beggar. Fortunately, he read the time travel articles he had read in his previous life were not a thousand or eight hundred, and he was born in an orphanage and had no concerns, so he quickly accepted this reality.

Originally, he thought that there would be golden fingers when traveling through time, but three or four days passed, but the golden fingers did not come, but he almost died because he begged without following the rules of the local snake. Fortunately, several kind beggars helped him and spent five cents to stuff him into a caravan before he survived.

Since then, he has been staying in this dilapidated temple with his fate. The knowledge he learned in school in his previous life was completely useless in this society, so he could only beg for a living.

Wang Yue, who learned his lesson, also specifically inquired about the rules of begging in this area. Fortunately, the ruined temple he settled in this time was near a branch of the Beggars' Gang, so all the beggars were from the Beggars' Gang. In addition, the helm leader was a benevolent hero, so the atmosphere in this area was pretty good, and the helm leader even invited him to join the Beggars' Gang.

Originally, Wang Yue thought that joining an organization would be much better than working alone, but since he met a few people wearing the same clothes on the street, discussing that they were going to sea to find the whereabouts of the eldest lady and the Dragon Slaying Sword, and heard the beggar brothers say that they were from the Tianying Sect, he decisively refused.

After all, although Wang Yue, the Heavenly Swordsman, only saw the six major sects rescued by Wan'an Temple, he didn't look at them much, and the people behind him were all heard by others, but he could never forget the Heavenly Eagle Sect and the Dragon Slaying Sword. The Beggars' Sect seemed to be a small gang in Yitian, and there seemed to be a big mess behind him. So he decisively rejected the invitation of Xu Dunzhu, the branch of the Beggars' Sect.

Originally, Wang Yue was worried that if this would make Master Xu angry, he thought that as long as Master Xu had a little angry reaction, he would immediately join the Beggars' Sect, and said that he was just a joke before. As a result, Master Xu not only did not deal with him, but also said that everyone had their own ambitions and could not force him. He also saw that he was just a child and wanted his membership money, and did not let beggars nearby harass him. This is also the key to his five or six-year-old living here safely for a year.

However, he also read novels when he was not traveling through time. He knew that others would not say it, but he wanted to express himself. So he tried to save some of the money he begged for. Every time he was a holiday, he would buy some meat and snacks to send to Master Xu. Master Xu blushed every time and said he could not accept it. Then he forced himself to put it on his table and turned his head and ran away. He lived a smooth life for a year.

‘Oh, a year has passed, and it seems that there will be no change in the future. When I become an adult, it will probably be the time for Zhang Wuji to become the leader of the Ming Cult to show off his skills.’ Wang Yue lay on the pile of hays, thinking with his hands on his pillow.

‘Forget it, at worst, I can be a storyteller, and I will talk about the Tianlong Bashu. After talking about Tianlong and the Saint-Eleven, and after talking about the Saint-Eleven, I will talk about the Saint-Eleven. Although I can’t memorize the old man’s book word for word, I also remember important plots. Those martial arts people love to listen to these, and they can make money for meals at that time. Maybe even Zhang Sanfeng will come to listen to it when I talk about the Saint-Eleven. After all, he admires Yang Guo the most. Well, there is Guo Xiang in the Saint-Eleven. Thinking about it, it is very likely that he will come to listen!’

Thinking of the scene where the master Zhang Sanfeng was sitting under the stage and listening to his story, Wang Yue himself laughed. At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

"Wuji, there is a dilapidated temple here, let's take a rest here."

"Yes, Master."

Wang Yue was shocked and could only hear one person's footsteps.

Expert!

Wang Yue subconsciously became nervous. Although he was just begging this year, Xu Dunzhu also taught him some simple fist and kicking skills because he always gave gifts.

There have been no one who has been here in the ruined temple this year, but Wang Yue can never hear the footsteps by walking normally. After all, if he had not deliberately used light skills, even ordinary martial arts masters would make noise when walking, especially now there are many leaves outside the ruined temple. At least this is impossible for Master Xu to do this!

Wang Yue stood up and saw an old man outside the door dressed casually and even a little sloppy, leading a sickly child to come in.

Seeing his old man smiled and bowed slightly, he said, "I'm really sorry, my grandfather and grandson missed the time because of the road. It was cold at night. The child was weak and could not bear the cold. Then he came to the precious place to spend the night."

After saying that, he seemed to be worried that Wang Yue would disagree, and added: "Don't need too many places, just one corner, so please give me some convenience. In addition, I still have some money on me, which can be used as money for accommodation." As he said that, he had to pay for the money.

Seeing this, Wang Yue hurriedly stopped him, saying, "You are polite, even if you have a rest, I have a haystack where I usually rest, close to the bonfire. If I don't dislike it, I can let this young man lie on it."

"In addition, this is a dilapidated temple. All walkers can rest. I just came earlier. How could I ask for the money from my senior?" As he said that, he also made a gesture to invite the child over.

‘The old man just called that little kid Wuji, and with this old man’s profound skills, he must be Zhang Sanfeng. Anyway, I can’t afford to offend them, no matter whether I’m serving them first or not.’

The thought changed sharply. Zhang Wuji looked at Zhang Sanfeng, saw him smiling and nodding, and then went over to sit on the haystack.

Wang Yue also moved two wooden trunks over and handed them to Zhang Sanfeng, and sat down by himself. He said, "I usually have people from the martial arts world here to rest. As time goes by, I made a few wooden trunks myself in case of emergency."

"Little brother, I am very considerate. Although I am young, I am not a mortal." Zhang Sanfeng nodded with a smile.

'Zhang Sanfeng praised me! He said I am not a mortal! My God!'

No matter how excited he was in his mind, Wang Yue still refused to forget to answer: "Senior, I'm too proud, my name is Wang Yue."

"Brother Wang, my name is Zhang Wuji." Zhang Wuji, who was standing beside Zhang Sanfeng, said first.

"Brother Wang, are the people in the martial arts world you are talking about six major sects? Or are they the Ming Cult or the Tianying Cult?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously.

After all, Zhang Wuji was still young. He had lost his parents as soon as he arrived in the Central Plains and was also hit by the cold poison of Xuanming Divine Palm. Regarding the Jianghu, he knew the six major sects, the Ming Cult where his adoptive father was, and the Tianying Cult of his grandfather.

"Of course not. The world is not just six major sects, but also countless small gangs, some combination of friends walking together, as well as some martial arts masters who walk alone." Wang Yue said with a smile.

"The world is so big? What about the Ming Cult? I heard many people call them the Demon Cult and the Sky Eagle Cult." Zhang Wuji looked surprised. After all, he was just a child and had been living on the island, so he was surprised and curious about everything.

"The Heavenly Eagle Sect was established by the White-Browed Eagle King, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult. It is the largest sect in Jiangnan. It is very powerful. From this point, it can reflect the power of the Ming Cult. The disciples of the Ming Cult can be said to be everywhere in the world, so of course some disciples will pass by me." Since Zhang Wuji was curious, Wang Yue was happy to tell him, but he was bored by himself anyway. In addition, Zhang Wuji is very likely the Zhang Wuji he knew, so Wang Yue also wanted to make a good relationship with him.
Chapter completed!