Chapter 8, Little Brat

Early the next morning, the burly men with rolled-up sleeves came again, saying they wanted to take the child out to the street. The child, who had never been to the street before, was simply overjoyed!

Little Flying Heaven?" Du Si sneered, "I think you won't need to fly anymore in the future." After saying this, he covered the child's eyes with his hand. Unexpectedly, the child suddenly squatted down, allowing him to see with his own eyes Little Flying Heaven's legs twisting in Lie Ruo Hai's hands like crispy fried dough.

He weaved through the streets and alleys, instinctively navigating into the crowd, a skill honed under his grandfather's strict discipline since childhood. Behind him, a group of people chased after him, shouting threats and curses.

Li Yuanyi said: "Are you really going to disappoint the boss's hopes? Your boss even wants you to follow me to learn medicine and achieve something!" The child cried out: "The boss doesn't hope for me to be exceptionally outstanding; he only hopes that I can grow up happily and not become a bad person"

He found it strange and asked his mother: "Haven't those people left? They won't hit us anymore. Mother, please don't cry." However, his mother cried even harder.

From then on, one could often see the busy little one with needles inserted all over his hands, which made the brothers feel quite pained, and they unconsciously began to indulge this little brother even more.

Master Du Si sat coldly on his horse, watching as a tall man approached and grabbed Little Feitian. Du Si then turned to Su Xia and asked, "What kind of person is this?" Su Xia replied, "There is a juggling troupe from Hangzhou preparing to enter the capital. They must be passing through Yangzhou to earn some money before moving on. This person is the troupe leader, Little Feitian; he is not a significant figure."

At that moment, a small voice timely saved him. It was the child who said: "My hand is naturally like this, it was not him who twisted it."

Du Fengji noticed the child and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh? Where did this little monkey come from?" Like a reflex, the child immediately replied, "Don't talk nonsense, I am my mother's little one!" In this chaotic scene, such a statement stood out, causing Du Si to laugh and wave, saying, "Little one, come over and let me have a look!" This gentle smile affected the child, and he hesitantly walked over.

He said: "My brother has offended Senior Li, and it is my fault for not disciplining him enough. If you want to break his hand, I will bet with you on behalf of my brother. We will arm wrestle to determine the winner. If we lose, we will accept our defeat without complaint; if we win, you must agree to help me with a favor."

Du Si took the child out of the city. He asked, "Child, as a little one, why do you want to witness the little flying man being beaten?" The child replied, "I hate him so much! If only I were strong enough, I would tear him into pieces with my own hands!"

Looking at the roaring little beast, Du Si suddenly remembered that he had also shouted like this when he was a child. However, he was several years older than this child at that time. ... Back then, he was just as cynical and just as violent; if it weren't for meeting Sun Laoshi ... . ... With this thought, Du Si leaped onto his horse and galloped away with the cub.

Nearly ten years ago, the world was in chaos, with robbers everywhere committing thefts, compounded by famine, leading to many dying from hunger and disease. I encountered a nearsighted thief in Shandong who stole my money pouch and medicine box. At that time, I had a bad temper and seized the thief's hand, intending to break it. However, a yellow-haired youth rushed over to stop me; that was your leader. Despite his young age, he had considerable experience in the underworld and recognized me at a glance.

That year, he was only five years old. His father lost thirty taels of silver in gambling, and his mother said that it was an amount that could not be compensated even if they sold their house. The whole family was suddenly engulfed in a cloud of sorrow

Li Yuanyi fell silent for a moment and finally said: "Your hand hurts, doesn't it? But do you know how your boss exchanged for this promise of mine?" The child stopped crying and stared at him blankly

In the following days, the child would never forget for the rest of his life! The little flying man in a white headscarf taught him various monkey movements every day and also gave him a potion that would cause hair to grow all over his body. The most unbearable part was being forced to sleep crammed into a tiny bucket at night. The bucket was too small, and every day the little flying man would stuff him in by folding his body. After a few days, blood began to ooze from the joints of the child. The bucket was too small, and every day the little flying man would stuff him in by folding his body. After a few days, blood began to ooze from the joints of the child.

Du Si's expression finally eased slightly as he turned to Xiao Feitian and asked, "How many children have you ruined like this?" Xiao Feitian was so frightened that he couldn't utter a word. Then the child added, "Only I sleep in the barrel; everyone else sleeps on the ground"

This is the youngest among the ten brothers—the one whom everyone loves the most.

The child has always had a good memory; he remembers every event that has occurred since he turned five very clearly. Of course, this is also because a significant event that changed his fate happened that year when he was five

Upon seeing Du Si's unusual expression, Xiao Feitian immediately shouted, "Spare my life!"

Upon arriving in the city, the burly man brought him before a person wearing a white turban. The "white turban" looked at him and said, "This is not good, this child is not well-fed; I fear that if he is raised, he will lose his appearance. I could just find any boy and it would suffice, why spend so much money to buy him?" The burly man then grabbed the child's hand and presented it to the "white turban" for inspection. The child's spasming yet movable right hand finally piqued the interest of the "white turban." He grasped the child's hand and squeezed it, causing the child to cry out in pain.

The mother has a very timid personality; she only says no to one thing. That is, whenever someone sees the child, they will exclaim, "Where did this little monkey come from?" The mother will first give them a fierce glare, and then say, "What nonsense are you talking? That is my little one!"

When Du Si and the others returned, everyone clearly noticed the changes in the child. Not only had the child been raised to be plump and fair, shedding his monkey-like appearance, but the strange expressions on his face had also disappeared, truly revealing the innocence and cuteness that one would expect at his age

Hmm, this is somewhat interesting. If he stays in a tube for a while longer, he might not grow any taller. Alright, go ahead and take the money.

Du Si frowned at the bleeding joint and asked, "What happened?" The child pointed to the bucket behind the car and said, "The sleeping space is too small, it got broken." Du Si immediately understood what had happened, and suddenly seeing his hand, he angrily exclaimed, "He even broke your hand?" As he spoke, he turned back to give Lie Ruohai a look.

The child ran too quickly and collided head-on with a group of people approaching. The horse at the front was startled and reared up, seemingly about to trample him. The burly man on the horse suddenly pulled the reins, and the horse's hooves grazed his head as they came down, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The child, frightened, sat on the ground and could not get up for a long time. At that moment, Xiao Feitian happened to arrive and, seeing him being blocked, triumphantly pointed ahead and shouted: "It is that yellowish little brat, bring him back to me!"

From a young age, the child knew that he was different from other children. His left hand was born with a disability—clenched tightly and unable to open, resembling a dried walnut; although his right hand could move freely, the five fingers were spastic and deformed, resembling gnarled branches that evoked fear in those who looked at them. His entire body was also yellow and thin, covered in wrinkles, resembling a little monkey.

Later, I could no longer hold back and said: "If you keep twisting, your hand will break!" Your leader shouted: "Keep going, if it breaks, you win."

Du Si had not been so neglectful for a long time. He asked, "Child, why did you leave without a word? Others will worry, you know? Do you want to go home?" The child replied defiantly, "If you want to send me to a monastery, I won't go. I want to walk by myself! If I can live, I will; if I can't, then I will die. Even my own parents don't want me, so it is only natural that you don't want me either. I am not going anywhere, I won't listen to anyone, and no one should interfere with me! I am the most unfortunate person in the world, but no one should pity me!" Even my own parents don't want me, so it is only natural that you don't want me either. I am not going anywhere, I won't listen to anyone, and no one should interfere with me! I am the most unfortunate person in the world, but no one should pity me!

In the course of our conversation, I had already changed my approach several times, yet your leader did not even flinch in his voice. Eventually, I was drenched in sweat, filled with admiration, and my hands grew weak, leading me to finally withdraw and concede defeat, even becoming friends with those two young fellows. Li Yuanyi turned to look at the child, "From this moment on, your leader has become the person I, Li, admire the most. Are you truly willing to so easily squander this precious promise?"

The group suddenly came to a halt, and one person shouted, "What did you say?"

The tall man stared at the child and said to someone next to him, "Isn't the acrobatics troupe looking for a peculiar child like this? Just look at this one... it could be worth fifty taels." As for what happened next, the child could not understand. First, he saw the few big men whispering with his father for a while, then they left. After that, his father called his mother over, and he couldn't tell what they were murmuring about. His mother then came back and held him tightly, crying all the while

However, the pain was unbearable for the child, and he cried out loudly: "I won't be treated anymore, let me go!" Li Yuanyi replied: "That's not possible, I owe your elder brother a promise, no matter how difficult it is, I must cure you!" The child said: "I will go back and tell my elder brother myself, it's none of your business, let me go!"

Although only five years old, the child knew that he must escape. Therefore, when the circus troupe was preparing to leave Yangzhou and stopped at the city gate, the child suddenly crouched down and ran fiercely towards the street

I felt a surge of anger and switched to a more sinister force. Suddenly, a sound of bones grinding against each other, which was quite painful to hear, came from your boss's wrist, and his complexion turned a dark purple. The petty thief, Xiao Liuzi, began to cry: 'Forget it, boss, just let him kill me.' Surprisingly, your boss even smiled at him: 'Monkey, you have made a habit of stealing. You are destined for greater things in the future, so make sure you never engage in such despicable acts again'

At that time, I underestimated his youth and did not believe he could have much skill in internal energy, so I readily agreed. However, as soon as the competition began, I regretted it. It was not that your leader's internal strength exceeded my expectations, but rather that he did not exert any effort at all; he merely supported his wrist without letting it fall. No matter how much strength I used to push against him, he remained completely still. This approach, of course, works well against someone with significantly lower internal energy, and it appeared quite graceful. However, your leader was merely a youth at that time, and his internal energy was far inferior to mine. Thus, his wrist kept making cracking sounds. After a while, your leader still maintained his composure, while I began to sweat on my forehead.

Little Feitian shivered and looked up, only to see another "yellowish little fellow" - Du Fengji.

Later, the boss took the child to find a doctor named Li for treatment. The long-haired potion he had consumed was merely a mild poison, which Doctor Li easily neutralized (of course, the child was unaware that this Doctor Li was renowned in the underworld as "North Xue, South Li, no one can rival the King of Hell," the miraculous doctor Li Yuanyi, who also had a nickname, Li Yuanyi. It is said that he treats patients only at his own discretion; if he is unwilling, even the emperor would not be able to persuade him). However, he was unable to cure the child's hand and could only rely on acupuncture to help the child's tightly clenched left hand move, preventing it from atrophying.

On the second day, the brother who woke up the earliest discovered that the child was missing and anxiously began to search all around. After all, being young, he could not run fast. By the time Du Si woke up, the child had already been captured and brought back.

Du Sida: "Yes, only a monk would not find him ugly. I recall an old monk; this child has quite a temper, just the right person for him to help calm down. However, this monk is not easy to find, so I will take him with me for now"

A burly man suddenly shouted, "Where did that monkey come from?" The mother immediately interjected, "That is my child!" Thus, the nightmare began

The one who caught Little Flying Heaven was Second Master Lie Ruohai, who coldly laughed and asked, "Why are you calling our boss?" Little Flying Heaven trembled and struggled like a little chick, saying, "No, no." Suddenly, he saw the child beside him and, as if he had found a savior, shouted, "I was going to catch him; I wouldn't dare offend Boss Du even if it meant death!"

He has no name, and Du Si promised to give him a proper name when he turns fifteen. Now, everyone affectionately calls him "Zai'er"

Three days later, several burly men burst into his home, glancing around the dilapidated house that was bare of any possessions. Without saying a word, they began to roll up their sleeves. The action of rolling up sleeves was very familiar to the child. Whenever his father rolled up his sleeves, a slap would soon follow for both him and his mother. Therefore, he immediately rushed out from the corner, instinctively positioning himself in front of his mother.

The burly man carrying the child on the street wore a charming smile: "Brother Fei is still so straightforward!"

The child will forever remember the places the elder brother took him to during these months, the suffering and distressed people he has seen, and he understands that besides himself, there are many others in the world living in great pain. He feels that compared to those people, he is fortunate, as he can still enjoy the genuine care of the elder brother

That night, they stayed at an inn not far from the city. In the middle of the night, someone knocked on Du Si's door. Du Si went out and asked the small leader Zhang Peng, whom he had sent to gather information: "How is it?" Zhang Peng replied: "This child originally lived not far from here. His father is named Li Dayou. After losing money in gambling, he took this child to settle his debts. He has a disability in his hand, and his father originally intended to abandon him. It seems that even if we send him back, his family may not want him. If we send him to a benevolent hall, firstly, this child is a bit too old, and secondly, he has a disability, so it is likely that no one will adopt him. It would be better to send him to a temple; we can just give a little money for incense and oil."

It took a full three months for him to return. Originally, their group was preparing to attend the birthday banquet of the old master of the Northern Sichuan martial arts leaders. In a moment of helplessness, Su Xia had no choice but to arrange for Sun Lu, who was of similar stature to Du Si, to take his place for this meal

Of course not! If the child were to return like this, where would the future of the Ghost Hand Sacred Doctor be?

From the moment of his birth, his father never showed his mother a kind face. At that time, the child did not understand the concept of beauty or ugliness; he only knew that his father did not like him and did not like his mother, often beating them. Thus, from a young age, he learned to use his deformed right hand to help his mother with some household chores. The disability made this little child both stubborn and sensitive.