A person's true worth is often not revealed until he dies.

Judging by the number of people who came to pay their respects, judging by the person's financial resources from the ornate appearance of the coffin, and judging by the prestige of the person from the duration of the funeral.

Oh, forgot one.

There is also a fierce battle for the inheritance.

But it's hard to say what you can see from this.

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Mo Ye, who got on the train and ran away, never knew that the Venerable Master Datong had no ashes left, and the several 'great gods' who were fighting the Fa would never know that the 'great power' that killed the Venerable Master Datong slipped away right under their noses.

Who would go out of their way to scout an old-fashioned train carrying coal?

Moreover, such a thing as "avenging the Venerable Master of Datong" has to be done according to his ability, and the existence of the Venerable Master who can kill Datong is not something that can be provoked by a small fish and shrimp.

Instead of touching the bad luck of a certain god, it is better to see if you can pick up the leak of the Venerable Master.

That's what they're fighting for.

The train traveled all the way out of the boundaries of Zhangxian County and finally arrived at a wharf.

Zhangxian County is actually not big, and when the train arrives at the terminal station, it is only half past three.

However, Mo Xie was no longer in the car, in fact, he had already gotten out of the car half an hour ago.

Because he found a street sign at a bend in the railroad tracks.

There is a string of place names and a large, bifurcated, arrowhead on the sign.

The word "Pumstone Town" was in the direction indicated by the arrow, and he didn't know when the train would be opened to Pumstone Town after he had been away from his hometown for too long.

It's just a pity that the train to Pumstone Town isn't this one.

However, being able to know a specific direction and have a definite counter (rails) is enough for Mo Ye, a road blind with the ability to fly.

Along the railroad tracks, at the speed of Mo Xie, you will probably be able to reach Pumice Town soon, right?

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It's almost time.

Get up lightly, your clothes have already been changed, and you only need to put on your coat and go out.

At this time, the orphanage is still sleeping, and even the kitchen aunt who got up the earliest should still be in a dream.

Time to go.

The time to go to work should be half past four, although there is still almost an hour and a half, but Brother Ming can't lie down anymore.

So he got up.

"Brother Ming. ”

A call sounded from the top bunk, even if Brother Ming's hands and feet were light, this action still couldn't hide from the brother who slept on the top bunk.

"Take care. ”

The foot that had just landed sped up, and Brother Ming dropped the word 'take care' and fled out of the room.

At this moment, he really didn't want to hear anything about retaining, because then he might dismiss his immature plans.

I rushed to the first floor of the orphanage and climbed out of the window of the toilet on the first floor.

The man who wanted to leave the orphanage and fend for himself was still a child biologically.

He didn't bring any luggage, because all he had to do was his winter coat.

"Whew~!"

The air outside was cold, and at some point, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground outside.

The snowflakes must have visited the town at night, but none of the sleeping people knew exactly when the snow began.

The man who went out to beg for a living may be the first guest to step on this snow blanket.

Sighing towards his hands that had no gloves to wear, Brother Ming hugged his hands under his ribs.

He scattered the girl without looking back.

There were a trail of footprints in the snow, but they probably wouldn't be kept until the morning when the orphanage's janitor got up.

Fresh snowflakes were still falling, and they consciously hid the man's tracks.

"Take care. ”

On the windowsill on the second floor of the orphanage, Heizai watched Brother Ming leave through the window.

In his hand, he held the half of the cake that Brother Ming had left for him at the end.

The frosting left on the cake was like snow outside the window.

The bread covered with frosting is warm, but the town covered in snow is cold.

How long will it take to get light?

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Snow is cold, and even that dusty whiteness can't hide the fact that it wants to take temperature from everything.

The breath on the sword is cold, and this coldness is better than ice and snow.

Zhou Xian had been bored with Qin Ming's endless offensives just to stall for time.

After all, one of the two people who couldn't hold on to each other couldn't hold his breath.

The mana stock in the body is less than forty percent, and the battle between cultivators in the end of the Dharma era basically does not need to count on supplies.

The aura between heaven and earth has been pitifully thin, and after this battle, no matter whether he wins or loses, Zhou Xian will have to retreat for a long time to repair back the lost mana.

So, at the thought of needing to retreat for a long time after that, Zhou Xian's ruthlessness came up.

"Damn! Qin Ming, Lao Tzu is going to kill you!"

I don't know how many times I cursed Qin Ming in my heart and mouth, and there were more and more sweat stains on Zhou Xian's forehead.

In the Zhou family, a person's status is directly linked to the strength he has.

The Zhou family does not raise a waster, even if it is a temporary waste.

Losing power, even temporarily, is a terrible thing.

Because if you lose your strength, then the family's supply to you will be suspended.

Zhou Xian understood this, because he used some means to become the leader of the young generation of the Zhou family.

And the situation and encounters of the previous young generation leaders after temporarily losing their strength, Zhou Xian is looking at them.

That man didn't survive, he lost his strength and his realm was still there, he was extracted from his soul and refined into the Zhou family's heirloom.

That kind of treatment, it's really scary to think about.

He must not lose his strength, and now he has reached an extremely dangerous situation with only four successful forces left.

"It can't be consumed any longer. ”

He knew this in his heart.

So he was scared and coaxed.

Looking at the opponent in front of him, who was obviously "barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes", he planned to run away.

"Damn, I don't know like a mad dog!"

With a loud scolding, Zhou Xian recalled the flying sword, and his whole body flashed with golden light.

This is a prelude to running away.

But Lao Tzu is interested. ”

Qin Ming blocked Zhou Xian's sentence with a smile, and at the same time twisted a trick, and in an instant, the wind and thunder were great.

"Want to escape, you asked me about the 'Five Thunder Spells' first!!"

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