In a daze, Cangyun heard someone shouting, and a man shouted, "Why did you let a stinky beggar block the road!" Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Then Cangyun felt his legs being lifted, and two forces dragged his body, not daring to have much friction between Cangyun's body and the rough ground, so he just pulled him away from the street roughly, and then threw him in a dark corner.

Soon, Cangyun was lifted up by another group of people, moved quickly, and vaguely heard: "Can't let this stinky boy die on our streets, trouble." ”

"Throw it to Wu Laosan and let him make a fuss. ”

Not long after, Cangyun was thrown down heavily, with a sharp pain all over his body, and fainted again.

I don't know how long it took, Cangyun felt that he was being carried by a big man on his shoulders, and the big man scolded and scolded: "Mother thief, what can you do, turtle grandson, how can you throw me away, little brother, you also blame me, I also listen to the head of the earth." ”

This time, Cangyun was at least placed on the ground, but it still couldn't prevent Cangyun from completely losing consciousness.

Cangyun woke up again, and found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on top of a pile of straw, covered with a black and smelly quilt, the smell of rot and mildew in the house, and it was already late at night outside, and only the small fire inside the house provided light and warmth.

"Are you awake? An aging figure by the fire turned his head, looked at Cangyun and smiled.

The old man was thin, his beard was gray, his eyes were sunken, and his palms were thick and above his knees.

"I," Cang Yun's voice was hoarse, and his voice was weak, "Where is this?"

The old man didn't move, and said: "Don't worry, young man, this is a broken Taoist temple, and there used to be some incense, called Jian Qingguan, I don't know why it's deserted." This is the deepest part of the poor area of the city, and the beggar disciples are reluctant to come. Safe. ”

Several wounds on Cangyun's body were still painful, his stomach was wailing, and his mouth was dry: "Thank you, old man, me,"

The old man smiled kindly: "Needless to say, I know, you must be hungry." The old man took out a broken bowl out of nowhere, took out some food from the iron pot on the fire, and walked to Cangyun tremblingly: "Come, eat." ”

Cangyun glanced at the food in the broken bowl, which was rotten vegetable leaves mixed with crushed tofu and slightly rancid rice, half of which was soup. Looking at this kind of food, Cangyun's first reaction was to grab it in his hand, swallow it in two bites, and still couldn't get enough, the old man shook his head with a smile, and gave Cangyun another bowl, Cangyun devoured it again, felt a sweat, and the strength was born from the body.

Cangyun would rather die than let the cultivation realm see what he is now, a quasi-venerable who devours miscellaneous things, whether it is a friend, a relative, or an enemy.

No amount of shame or guilt can outweigh the body's greed for food. After swallowing two bowls of the old man's carefully mixed food, Cangyun stared at the ceiling with straight eyes, and the pain on his body prevented Cangyun from moving freely.

"Young man, go to sleep, our line of work, there is nothing to do, I ate pearl jade and white jade soup, and slept soundly. The old man filled a bowl of soup and ate it with relish, and let Cangyun fall asleep again.

"Hey, why do you still have a fever? How can you afford to get medicine for him, see if he can carry it, anyway, there is an empty coffin in the back, tsk. ”

Cangyun is always between sleeping and waking up, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, speechless, fever, Cangyun falls into a continuous state of unconsciousness, relying on the old man's food every day to maintain the most basic life.

The wounds on his body were inflamed, and he lacked medicine, Cangyun couldn't recover at all, if it weren't for all the meridians in his body, he would have died a long time ago. The old man could only marvel at the tenacious vitality of Cangyun.

"Okay, seeing that you have survived for a month, our old man will give up his old face and make some money for you to see if he can buy some medicine. ”

"Where am I?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"Who am I?"

"I am Cangyun, I am Cangyun, I am Zhun Zun, I am the great dragon head of the sky. ”

"Young man, daydreaming is not small, it's even more crazy than our old man, come, take medicine. ”

A stream of bitter liquid flowed into Cangyun's mouth, and Cangyun's esophagus was strongly stimulated, and he coughed violently, spitting out most of the bitter water he had swallowed.

"Hey, you young man, how can we waste the decoction that our old man finally got for you!"

Cangyun felt that first a large mouthful of bitter water was poured into his mouth, and then a rough big hand pressed his mouth and nose stiffly, if he didn't swallow the decoction, he would be suffocated to death, and the instinct to survive was overwhelming, Cangyun was in a daze, and swallowed all the decoction.

For three consecutive days, Cangyun was clear-headed, and he didn't need the old man to forcibly pour medicine, and he was able to take medicine by himself.

"Young man, you've talked a lot in your dreams, and we've only heard it in those monster novels, but you're talking even more exaggerated. The old man was quite happy to see Cangyun wake up, and twisted a strand of gray hair and said.

"Are you dreaming? Are you dreaming of all of that?" Cangyun looked dazed.

The old man shook his head again and again: "They are too ruthless, how can they make a young man stupid, hey, sigh, sigh." Young man, you're not dreaming, what is it? Look around you, but half like you said? What demon world, demon world, new world, fairy world, hey, our old man can't remember. ”

"Is it a dream?" Cangyun himself began to wonder.

Where is the truth? Is it the demon world in my memory, or is it the Dao Breaking Temple I am in now?

Is it really a fantasy?

Looking at Cangyun in a daze, the old man said: "You have been so confused for half a year, it is normal for your brain to be unconscious, our old man admires you, young man, you can survive." ”

Cangyun was slightly startled, for half a year, he has been in a state of confusion? Ordinary people are sick like this, and they have to be crippled if they don't die, it seems that they are lucky, and they are extremely grateful to the old man in their hearts, and said: "Old man, I don't know the name of Gao, and I can't repay the grace of saving my life." ”

The old man shook his head and sighed: "There are really not many disciples who are so polite, it is not in vain that our old man saved you, don't you know who our old man is? ”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang. Cangyun propped up half of his body and arched his hand.

Zhang Baling looked at Cangyun a little stunned, then put away his expression and asked, "Young man, your name is Cangyun, right?

Cangyun shook his head gloomily: "Old man, I'm not a beggar, I was cheated out of money by gangsters, and I fell to this point, and finally got to the city, and I was beaten by a group of beggars who don't know the so-called, and I have been confused until now, if it weren't for you, old man, my body would have already rotted." ”

Zhang Baling looked Cangyun up and down: "Is this really the case? No wonder you don't recognize me, and no wonder you have fine skin and tender meat, before, you were a scholar?"

Zhang Baling also thought that Cangyun had lost his family business and became a beggar.

Cangyun didn't know how to explain, so he simply lowered his head and said nothing, in Zhang Baling's opinion, Cangyun lowered his head in shame.

"Young man, it's okay, don't be ashamed, life will inevitably have ups and downs. Zhang Baling sighed: "It's good to look away, you can survive such a serious injury and such a serious illness, what else can't you see?"

Cangyun was helpless, and agreed twice at will.

Zhang Baling wrapped a strand of hair around his fingers and looked in a good mood: "Young man, it is the creation of our old man who can save your life, you have to cherish your life." ”

Although Cangyun was a little frustrated, his spirit would not be seriously frustrated, and when he heard Zhang Baling say this, his heart was also relieved, and he said: "Old man, don't worry, I won't give up on myself." ”

Zhang Baling smiled and said: "That's good, it's still early, let's go and order something to eat, lucky, I want a few copper plates, and I can buy some meat to eat, to replenish your body, you are too weak now, you need nutrition, but our old man is very curious, you look soft and weak, and your body is surprisingly good." ”

Cangyun Dark Dao Bei Ming is saying that he is a divine body, and it seems that there are some unexpected effects. Zhang Baling walked out, Cangyun found that Zhang Baling was paused when he walked, every step he took, his body had to fall heavily on his heels, his legs were not very flexible, his arms were drooping, and he was swaying weakly, whenever Zhang Baling wanted to raise his hand, he had to brew for a while. Zhang Baling's beard is gray, looking at the age of sixties, and he has to go out to beg for a living, to support Cangyun, Cangyun's heart is sour, no matter what the purpose, Zhang Baling is indeed Cangyun's life-saving benefactor, in a short period of time after entering Kyushu, Cangyun has been rescued three times, and can't help but sigh The ups and downs of life, although Cangyun has made full psychological preparations before entering Kyushu, he still didn't expect such an encounter.

"I forgot the dangers of the mortal world, it is like this, birth, old age, sickness and death, the catastrophe that mortals cannot avoid, I have long forgotten. Cangyun began to think again about how to survive in Kyushu.

In the evening, Zhang Baling came back with an oiled paper bag and said with a smile: "Come, young man, God really opened his eyes, he really met a good man and gave a lot of money." ”

For some reason, Cangyun felt that Zhang Baling's smile was a bit far-fetched.

Zhang Baling first lit the fire to warm up the house, and spread out the oiled paper bag in front of Cangyun, which contained four white-flour steamed buns and half a roast chicken, which was already a great enjoyment for the beggar, and Cangyun drooled angrily. Zhang Baling tore off the chicken leg and handed it to Cangyun: "Young man, come, eat." ”

Cang Yun was very moved: "Old man, just a chicken leg, you worked so hard to get half a roast chicken, you should eat it, and you are old, and you are old and full." ”

Zhang Baling stuffed the chicken leg into Cangyun's hand: "Eat, young man, how much can our old man eat? ”

"Okay, let's eat separately. Cangyun almost burst into flames.

"No ambition, cry something. ”

"I didn't. ”

"Can our old man still see clearly?"

Cangyun wolfed down the steamed buns and roast chicken with Zhang Baling, Zhang Baling really didn't eat much, and most of the time he looked at Cangyun kindly.

"Old man, tomorrow, I'll go begging with you. Cangyun Road.

I would like to give you a good old age!!