The history of the struggle of the God of the Stove

Chapter 20 The Lonely Boy
"Bold?"

Several guards on the side were furious.

They were ordered to protect Qi Yuan, so they should try their best, not to mention that Qi Yuan was a great sage whom they respected.

Now, right under their noses, a child rushed up to the sage, and even dared to rob the sage of his food.

Fortunately, the child was just robbing food. If Qi Yuan was hurt by his evil intentions, then they would not only have no face to go back to King Wucheng to return him, but they would even implicate their family members because of their ineffective protection of the sage.

So a group of guards were furious, and they stood up one after another trying to catch the child.

A few who were far away pulled out their weapons with a swish.

"Don't take his life."

When Qi Yuan saw someone taking out a weapon, he was startled and stopped quickly.

It's just stealing a roast chicken, there's no need to use a knife or a gun!
These guys are really violent, what should I do if I really want to hurt that child?
The child was barefoot with long hair, ragged clothes, and his face was so dirty that he couldn't tell what he looked like. He ran out and picked up the roast chicken and stuffed it into his mouth frantically, not paying attention to the scalding heat.

"Boy, stop."

"Where to run?"

Several guards stepped forward to intercept.

I thought it would be easy to catch a child, but I didn't expect that the child looked young and his body was as thin as a stick, but his strength was astonishing. Unsteady, fell to the ground.

Even Zhao Wu, who was the strongest among the guards, reached out and grabbed the child's arm, but the child struggled hard and broke free from his palm.

There was a chirping sound, and half of the sleeve was torn off. In the blink of an eye, the child disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

"Ok?"

Qi Yuan was taken aback.

He didn't expect that a child could escape from Zhao Wu's hands.

Zhao Wu is Huang Feihu's trusted family general, with extraordinary martial arts skills, even if he is placed in the army, he is still a general.

I remember that when I was on the road two days ago, I once encountered a frightened rhinoceros running wildly to overturn Qi Yuan's carriage, but Zhao Wu knocked the rhinoceros out from the side at once, and rolled two or three feet away.

The scene at that time left Qi Yuan dumbfounded.

It is inconceivable that such a fierce person should be broken from his hand by a child.

Zhao Wu looked at the half of the dirty sleeve in his hand in a daze, and turned around to plead guilty to Qi Yuan: "Sir, Zhao Wu is incompetent, not only failed to protect Mr., but even let the little thief escape, please punish him. "

Qi Yuan waved his hand: "Don't worry about trivial matters."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at the village elder, and asked a little strangely: "Does the village elder know the origin of that child?"

"Ugh."

The village elder sighed and said: "The child is also a poor person. His parents died early and he was lonely since he was a child. In the past, people in the village thought he was pitiful and often gave him some food, but later found that the child was not honest. When people find out that they steal food from other people's homes, they gradually become unpopular, and now very few people give him food."

"Later, when the boy saw that no one in the village would give him anything to eat, he went out to look for food by himself. Once I saw him come back with a wolf on his back. I don't know where he picked it up."

The village elder was chattering, maybe it was because he was old, and he spoke slowly, which made people feel a little anxious.

"That's it."

Qi Yuan nodded: "Then what's different about this child?"

"A different place?"

The village elder frowned, thought for a while, and then replied: "Except for stronger strength, I didn't see any difference."

Seeing that the village elder couldn't say anything else, Qi Yuan changed the subject and asked about things on the road ahead.

There was nothing to say all night, when the cock crowed and Dongfang gradually revealed a pale belly, everyone woke up one after another.

Under the attentive service of the guards, Qi Yuan washed his hands and face, and then rinsed his mouth with a soft willow branch dipped in green salt. Then he began to exercise his muscles and bones and prepare to cook.

Of course, he doesn't need to do these things himself, he just needs to point out from the side.

Just when the breakfast was about to be cooked, I suddenly heard a noise not far away.

Turning around and looking, it turned out that a group of children in the village were bullying people.

"You bastard, I told you to steal my jujube and beat you to death."

"Hit him and see if he dares to steal again."

Qi Yuan frowned and took a closer look, and immediately recognized that the little boy who was bullied by everyone was the one who snatched the roast chicken from him last night.

I saw him holding his head in both hands without resisting, letting those children hit him with stones and wooden sticks, his exposed arms were bruised and purple, and there were various wounds and scars on them, looking at him People are distressed.

"Stop, what are you doing?"

Qi Yuan hurriedly stopped it.

When the group of children saw an adult appearing, they immediately dispersed.

Qi Yuan stepped forward and came to the side of the child.

Zhao Wu at the side was a little worried, he waved his hand quickly, and led a few brothers to follow.

Qi Yuan, who came close, looked at the child carefully, and immediately frowned even tighter.

It is early spring, the weather has only warmed up, and the morning is still cold, but the little boy is wearing tattered clothes that obviously don't fit and can't keep out the cold, standing on the ground with bare feet, without even a pair of straw sandals, and a dirty body Xixi exudes a strange smell.

"Ugh……"

Qi Yuan sighed softly, with infinite pity in his heart, he untied the outer robe on his body, and gently put it on the little boy to prevent him from freezing.

I don't know how much the child has suffered to become like this.

The child stood there motionless and looked at Qi Yuan calmly, his eyes were like stagnant water, colorless.

Qi Yuan looked into his eyes and knew that it was because the child had lived in a gloomy world for a long time and could not see any future, so he had such eyes.

Even if he was about to die, he probably wouldn't let the child blink.

Qi Yuan asked softly, "Son, what's your name?"

The boy didn't answer, but still looked at him blankly.

Qi Yuan shook his head, knowing that it was useless to ask.

"Hungry, I'll take you to eat."

As he spoke, he took his dirty little hand and walked back.

The little boy didn't struggle, and let Qi Yuan lead him to the front of the tent, staring at the food in the pot with a strong aroma.

Qi Yuan chuckled, stretched out his hand to pick up two pancakes, sandwiched some mutton, and just handed them to the little boy, but he snatched them away and ate them voraciously. The way he ate like a starved ghost was reincarnated.

"Oh, you kid..."

The guard at the side couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to teach the little boy a lesson and let him know what it means to be polite.

In their view, Qi Yuan, as a generation of sages, should be respected by people.

Qi Yuan waved his hand, indicating that they don't need to worry about it, instead he filled a big bowl of broth for the little boy and brought it in front of him: "Come on, have a sip of soup, eat slowly, don't choke."

The little boy never refuses anything that can be eaten, he quickly finished the two pancakes in his hand, drank the broth with a few sips, and then still stared at the food in the pot.

"Well, I'm not full!"

Qi Yuan turned around and brought him two more cakes, but the little boy still snatched them away, and after eating them quickly, he still stared at the pan.

(End of this chapter)