"Stop, don't run." On a muddy country trail, a little boy about ** was looking at a boy who was about to slap his butt and laughing at him in front of him.
Although the little boy's clothes were covered with mud, he could still see his gorgeous clothes. He was wearing a gold-inlaid collar around his neck, and he thought he was also a child from a wealthy family.
However, at this moment, his delicate legs were walking forward with difficulty on the muddy path.
The boy in front of him seemed to be slightly older than him, about fourteen or fifteen years old. However, he laughed wildly, sticking his butt, and patting the little boy desperately. He patted him again and said with a loud smile, "Come on, come and chase me! If you want your things, then chase me! As long as you catch up with me, I will give you the things."
The little boy was anxious and raised his feet suddenly and tried to run forward from the mud path. Unexpectedly, because the mud was very sticky, the little boy was weak and weak. Although he suddenly raised his feet, he was not pulled out. However, the little boy's body had already formed a forward tilt. Because his feet were not pulled out, he rushed into the mud.
The mud was splashing everywhere, and the little boy's clothes were quickly stained by the dim mud.
He struggled to support his body with his little hands, and the little boy's face was covered with mud. He even choked on his mouth.
"You, you bad guy..." The little boy cried in pain when he encountered this situation. He wiped tears on his face with his little hands covered in mud. After a while, his face became very exciting.
Seeing this, the older boys not only did not come to help the little boy up, but instead sneered, "Let you, a rich man, run out without a guard. Now, not only did you even take your jade teeth by me, but now you are also like a hairy child, haha... Let your family have money, let your family have money." The boy said as he seemed so angry that he grabbed a handful of mud and water from his feet and threw it at the little boy.
The big boy seemed to be very angry. He knew that the little boy's family was very rich, so he suddenly became angry.
The little boy's feet were stuck in the soil and could not move. He could only let the big boy throw them with dirty mud.
Suddenly, the little boy's eyes lit up. He saw something familiar from the mud water guard sect that the big boy threw over. It was a white tooth-shaped thing wrapped in mud water. It was obviously the big boy who threw it from his hand without paying attention.
The little boy hurriedly pounced forward and grabbed the thing from the mud.
Seeing this, the big boy stretched out his hands and looked at it, and suddenly shouted, "No, Yuya!"
As he said that, he rushed towards the little boy.
Seeing this, the little boy hurriedly swallowed the white jade teeth covered with mud and water into his mouth, and then covered his mouth tightly.
Seeing this, the big boy hurriedly stepped forward and stretched his hand to the little boy's mouth, trying to pull away the little boy's hands and get the jade teeth out of his mouth.
But this little boy was also stubborn and refused to let go.
After all, the little boy was weak and was defeated by the big boy, and he rode his hand away.
However, the little boy was also determined. He clenched his teeth tightly and never let go.
"Okay, you still bite and don't let go." The big boy riding on the little boy seemed angry, and punched the little boy in the back, and muttered, "I told you not to let go, I told you not to let go."
As he was fighting, he suddenly realized that the little boy under him stopped moving.
He hurriedly stood up and saw the little boy pinching his throat with his hands tightly, his eyes extremely red.
It turned out that the little boy had just been beaten by the big boy a few times and accidentally swallowed the white jade teeth.
The big boy saw the little boy's appearance, and a hint of frightened in his eyes.
At this moment, dog barking and human voices suddenly came from a distance, as if they were shouting something.
He looked at his throat and looked at his little boy with red eyes. The big boy looked at the voices that became clearer and clearer in the distance, and ran towards the distance without looking back.
When the little boy saw the older boy leaving, he jumped a few times and then suddenly sat in the mud.
He heard him say in a slight voice, "Fortunately I'm smart, otherwise I'd be bullied by him." As he said that, he used his hand to pull it into his throat. But he sucked it left and right, and there was nothing in his mouth.
The little boy said in horror, "Didn't it really swallow it? It's over, my sister will scold me to death now." The little boy started crying at this time, tears streaming down his face, and two tears shook out of his little face covered with mud, looking extremely cute.
Finally, the barking of the dog approached, and two strong middle-aged men came to the little boy.
One of them hurriedly helped the little boy up, regardless of the child's muddy clothes, picked up the little boy, and asked with concern, "Young Master, why do you look like this? Is anyone bullying you?"
The traces of tears flowing through the little boy's face were clearly visible. This middle-aged man was the guard of the little boy's house.
"Young master, tell me who it is and let me capture him back in Yanshan and let you breathe a good sigh of relief," another middle-aged man named Yanshan said loudly.
"No... no more." The little boy wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a tender voice, "This has nothing to do with you, you are not allowed to go to him." After pausing, the little boy said in a pleading tone, "Also, don't tell my father, don't tell my mother, right, especially don't tell my sister, otherwise they will slap me in the butt and scold me."
Seeing that the little boy was so cute, Yanshan sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, Yanshan will definitely not say anything." As he said that, he looked at the middle-aged man holding the little boy and looked at each other and said, "Yanchuan, take the young master to clean it first, I will go to the town to buy a set of clothes for the young master to change it."
"Yeah" A middle-aged man named Yanchuan walked in the direction he came with the little boy in his arms.
When Yanchuan walked, his feet were very steady. Even in the mud, he raised his feet and walked out as if he was walking on flat ground.
Yanshan watched the two of them walking in front, looked back at the direction where the big boy escaped, and snorted coldly, "Dare to bully the young master of our Yan family, you are tired of living. If it weren't for the bad weather recently and heavy rains have been falling, how could he stay here!"
Obviously, Yanshan was still very angry at the little boy being bullied. He turned around and glanced at the several very strong hunting dogs beside him, and shouted coldly, "Go, go back!"
Yan Chuan carried the little boy to a family with only an old couple, explaining the reason, borrowed some clean water to clean the little boy's body.
"Come on..." An old woman took out a slightly worn out piece of clothing from the house and handed it to Yanchuan and said, "This is my grandson's clothes. Although it is a bit worn, the weather is a bit cold now. Put it on first to avoid getting cold."
Yanchuan took the clothes and thanked politely, "I'm thanking the old man on behalf of my young master."
Put on the little boy's clothes, Yanchuan said to him, "Tell me thank you to this old lady quickly."
The little boy nodded very docilely, walked to the old woman's body, and said in a very tender voice, "Thank you, mother-in-law."
"Okay, okay," the old woman said with a smile, "So your name is Yin'er, why are you so careless? You have dirty all your clothes. When you walk in the future, you should pay attention to the road. Do you know?"
"Yeah," the little boy said, "Mother-in-law, my name is Yan Yin, he is the guard of his father." He pointed at Yan Chuan, and the little boy said in a tender voice, "Thank you for your mother-in-law's clothes, Yin'er is very comfortable to wear."
The old woman stretched out her hand, touched Yan Yin's little head, and said, "So good, so good! She is cute and polite, and she is such a good child."
After chatting with the old woman for a few more words, Yan Chuan said, "Old man, we have something to do, so let's go first." Then, he took out a cloth bag from his pocket and placed it on the wooden table beside him, and said, "There is a little silver here, a small thank you, I don't respect you, please accept it."
After saying that, without waiting for the old woman to speak, she led the little boy Yan Yin out and left.
Yan Yin was led by Yan Chuan, turned around and waved to the old woman, "Goodbye, goodbye!"
Seeing the two disappearing from sight, the old woman shook her head helplessly, picked up the cloth bag on the wooden table, opened it and saw that it was filled with yellow gold.
"This...this..." The old father looked inside the cloth bag in surprise and said tremblingly, "I met a noble person today." As he said that, he walked into the house and shouted, "Old man, I have money to treat you, old man..."
Outside, in a corner, Yan Yin and Yan Chuan were quietly watching this scene.
"Yanchuan, have we done a good thing?" Yan Yin shook his little head and looked up at Yanchuan.
Yan Chuan smiled slightly, bent down and picked up Yan Yin, and put him on his shoulders. He said, "Yes, the young master did a good thing. Let's go! Let's meet with Yanshan! Otherwise, when you go back to the house in this outfit, the general will see the clues."
"Yeah," Yan Yin sat on Yan Chuan's shoulder and whispered, "Yan Chuan, I heard from my father that I am going to attend the Martial Arts Conference when I come back from the border this time, right?"
Yan Chuan smiled and said, "Young Master, it's not the Fengwu Conference, it's the Tangwu Conference. This Tangwu Conference was a conference held in the empire when Emperor Tangwu was alive thousands of years ago. Anyone who was selected has the opportunity to practice on Qingyue Mountain in the empire."
"Where is Qingyue Mountain? I have always heard from my sister that she wants to go there to practice. She also said that she should practice quickly, but I still can't figure out how to practice. I only know that I can either swing my fists, or clasp my legs and close my eyes and sit still without moving." Yan Yin complained to Yan Chuan with distress, "I just didn't want that, so I sneaked out to play."
"Haha, the young master is still young now, and after a few years, he will naturally understand." Yan Chuan smiled and said, "Also, that's not waving his fist, it's called practicing boxing. The general can become one of the three generals of the empire because of his own Yan family long fist, so that he can be in charge of the northern border of the empire and guard there for more than ten years."
"Yeah," said Yan Yin very excitedly, "Dad is very powerful. Once when Yin'er saw his father practicing boxing, he actually broke a big tree in front of him with one punch. I was scared to death at that time."
Yanshan laughed and said, "That's only one-tenth of the general's ability. If the general really takes action, it will shock the world and the earth and the ghosts and gods."
As he was talking, Yanchuan carried Yan Yin to the town, where people came and went, which was very lively.
"Yanchuan, Young Master" At this time, a shout came from behind the two of them, but Yanshan was standing behind him holding some gorgeous clothes and calling out to the two of them.