I am an anchor in the Three Kingdoms

"Thank you son, the little beggar won't die! It's just...cough cough..."

The little beggar coughed several times in a row, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. It was obvious that the officers and soldiers punched him in the stomach, and it is not clear what kind of injury he suffered!

Cao Xiong hurriedly called out: "Lingju, is there a medical clinic on the street, he needs to be treated first."

Lingju pretended to go to find a medical clinic.

"Don't...don't go to the medical clinic...the medical clinics are lackeys of the big family, they won't treat me, a beggar, son... son, if you really want to save me, send me to the west of the city...the mountain temple in the west of the city!"

Listen to him talk about the big clan.

Cao Xiong felt that Jicheng was not simple anymore. It seemed that this city of benevolence was full of gold and jade, but it was full of fluff!

Chapter 184 The old beggar

"go!"

Cao Xiong's arms were as strong as a thousand catties, he picked up the little beggar and walked towards the east of the city.

Lingju was slightly startled, did not expect the Fifth Young Master to be able to do this to a little beggar?

He is the son of Cao Cao who is aloof. With such an identity, he actually...

In a daze, Cao Xiong had already run away.

Lingju hurried to catch up.

Speechless all the way.

Cao Xiong carried the little beggar and shuttled from the east of the city to the west of the city.

The gate to the west of the city is closed.

In addition, the entire west of the city and the prosperous east of the city seem to be two extremes.

The east of the city is a prosperous scene, while the west of the city is dilapidated.

Beggars, orphans, tramps can be seen everywhere!

The more Cao Xiong saw this, the more he felt that Jicheng was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

City of Mercy?

Ha ha!

It's just a cover-up!

For a while, Cao Xiong hated the prefect of Jicheng, Cao Zhen, who was known for his benevolence.

"Fifth son..."

Lingju suddenly called Cao Xiong to stop.

Cao Xiong looked back and saw Lingju pointing to a plaque and saying:

"This is the Mountain Temple!"

Cao Xiong looked up.

A dilapidated temple, directly above the gate, on the plaque that is almost covered with cracks, three large characters can be vaguely seen

——Mountain Temple!

Cao Xiong didn't speak, and directly pushed the door open.

But I didn't want to use too much strength and the door was not strong, so the door was overthrown by Cao Xiong.

"Boom"

A crisp sound!

Then you can see the dust rising everywhere in the mountain temple.

"Cough cough!"

Both Cao Xiong and Lingju coughed twice.

Dust away!

In front of Cao Xiong and Lingju, there were forty or fifty beggars!

Among the beggars, there was a person half lying down, who seemed to be a bit old-fashioned, but judging from the position he occupied, he was probably the leader of this group of beggars.

I saw him with a dignified expression, carefully observing the two people who broke into the mountain temple.

At this time, a super bullet screen appeared from the live broadcast room.

Xiang Yu: "This old man's martial arts are outstanding!And not to be underestimated. 』

Cao Xiong carefully scanned and measured this old beggar, but there was a faint aura emanating from a top expert!

At this moment!

A sudden sound broke the silence of the mountain temple.

"Little boy!"

A woman seemed to recognize the little beggar Cao Xiong was holding.He yelled and ran out.

Immediately, he hugged the little beggar from Cao Xiong's hand.

"Little Maozi, are you okay...Little Maozi?"

The little beggar who had been replaced by Xiao Maozi seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"Zhang Siniang, I... I... I'm fine..."

Immediately, Xiao Maozi pointed at Cao Xiong and the two, "Yes... they saved me!"

Zhang Siniang saw that Xiao Maozi's voice was as thin as a gossamer, and he couldn't stop vomiting blood, so she hurriedly carried him to the old beggar's side.

The beggar, who was still half lying down, rolled over.

Sitting up straight, the whole movement is very skillful.

Lingju was shocked!

Without decades of hard training, it is absolutely impossible to be so natural.

Come to think of it, he is a master!

But why is he always sitting or lying down?

The old beggar stretched out two fingers to feel the little Maozi's pulse.

Slowly said in the mouth: "It's okay, I got two punches! I can't die."

After all, I don't know how he raised his hands and feet, and he returned to the half-lying appearance again.

His eyes were fixed on Cao Xiong:

"Tell me, why did you save Xiaomaozi!"

Cao Xiong looked at this old beggar, and felt unfathomable for a moment.

Hastily opened the live broadcast room.

Cao Xiong: "Xiang Yu, how good is this old beggar's martial arts?" 』

Xiang Yu: "This is not good! 』

Cao Xiong: "Compared with Lingju?" 』

Xiang Yu: "With his breath, even ten spirits can't defeat him!" 』

Cao Xiong: "That's amazing! 』

Xiang Yu: "I'm afraid, even I am not his opponent!" 』

I go!

Dare to feel that in this mountain temple, the fifth son Cao Xiong met a great god.

Chapter 185 Do You Dare To Control

Cao Xiong came back to his senses.Facing such a peerless master, Cao Xiong did not dare to be careless.

"Officers and soldiers bullied people, and happened to be encountered by our brothers. It is only natural to save people."

"Hehe!" The old beggar sneered suddenly.

"Brother you take off your clothes, I'm afraid you are a pretty girl? Don't pretend to be smart in front of this old man!"

Ho!

What a pair of eyes!

Lingju was careful enough to disguise herself as a man, but she didn't want to be caught by him at a glance.

Cao Xiong smiled slightly.

"Senior, it seems that I can't hide it from you!"

The old beggar said "hmm", "Looking at your clothes, you don't look like ordinary people. Which clan are you from?"

Cao Xiong cupped his hands: "I am Cao Xiong, the fifth son of Prime Minister Cao Cao's family!"

Lingju tugged down his sleeves, now that the enemy is unknown, this old beggar is still very powerful.

If he is Cao Cao's mortal enemy and declares his identity, wouldn't it be a catastrophe?

Lingju didn't know, Cao Xiong had already thought of this.

Cao Cao's mortal enemy in the north is nothing more than the remnants of the Yuan family. The four generations and three fathers of the Yuan family are willing to be reduced to beggars.

In addition to the Yuan family, I am afraid that Cao Cao's mortal enemy is only Lu Lingqi's Wenhou Temple.

Think of this.

Cao Xiong expected that the old beggar was definitely not Cao Cao's sworn enemy.

"Cao Cao's son has a more benevolent heart than him."

The old beggar nodded and muttered to himself.

"You two, let's go! Don't wade in this muddy water of Jicheng!"

what?

Cao Xiong didn't expect that even this old beggar, who even Xiang Yu felt inferior to himself, would advise him not to step into the muddy waters of Jicheng!

"Senior, I, Cao Xiong, have a problem. I like to swim in muddy water, and the muddier the water, the more I like to swim! If I don't swim for a day, I feel uncomfortable. I hope the old man can tell me how muddy the water in Jicheng is?"

The old beggar suddenly laughed "haha".

"Your temperament is very similar to my third disciple!"

"Forget it, since Cao Cao's son wants to swim in this muddy water, the old beggar will tell you a thing or two! Let's see if you have the courage to touch the tiger's whiskers in the northern world!"

The old beggar signaled Cao Xiong to sit down.

Tell the story of Jicheng.

"This city of Ji looks like a city of benevolence on the surface, but it is actually the largest city of exploitation in the north.

The tax money that people in Jicheng need to pay is more than five times that of other cities! "

"No!" Cao Xiong interrupted: "Jicheng is in the name of benevolence, and my father specially ordered tax reduction and exemption, so as to be a model for other cities? How can we pay five times more taxes?"

The old beggar sat up slowly.

"The fifth son is young, so naturally he doesn't know about this. The tax money handed over to the treasury has been reduced or exempted, but the money handed over to the generals of the Cao family is not less than a penny!"

"Why do you have to hand over coins to the generals of the Cao family? There is no such rule in the whole north?"

The old beggar shook his head.