The sky is dusk, the flying sand is lost to hide people's eyes, and the people who rush to avoid the road show a slight fear, which is the reverence for nature. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the cold and whimpering hurricane, the scattered crowd spread into the chaotic sand, reflecting the chaos of the world, and the guards of the city prostrate and begging in fear......

A simple divination stall in the middle of the street.

Like an isolated island in the dirty sea, it stands quietly on the side of the street.

In front of the hexagram platform, a silver-gray goatee swayed with the breeze, but it did not disperse. Squeezed his face with vicissitudes of life, slowly smoothed the gray goat's whiskers, squinted his eyes, and through a trace of Duo blazing light, he stared closely at the Confucian man in front of him who was about to ask for divination.

"A vision from heaven is a foreshadowing, and it is a cause for chaos on earth. Sir's fortune is not auspicious! ”

The man in Confucian clothes raised his face, the chaotic wind in the sky whistled through the gravel, his eyes closed slightly, and he smiled lightly, showing a faint wrinkle at the corner of his eyes, "The master is not in the world, so why worry about the world?" Why is this happening? ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time penetrated each other, the laughter looked up to the sky, the dusky rolling wind was silent and calm in the laughter, and the instantly calm sky was blue and pure, as if it was the case, the clouds were frivolous, the breeze was gentle, and the sun was still warm.

Only the unkempt streets covered in dusk and floating sand bear witness to the storm of a moment ago.

At the other end of the empty long street, a childish figure looked at the sky in confusion, slowly lowered his head, he shook his head slightly, shook off the countless fine gravel on the headcloth, and didn't care about soothing the floating soil on his clothes, and glimpsed the end of the street, a simple table, a sail and a cloth, a sitting, a standing, two old people who had escaped from the world looked at themselves from afar......

That helpless gaze was filled with a hint of love, a hint of inquiry, a hint of vigilance, and a hint of doubt......

There was also an indescribable aura fluctuation, spreading far away, gently surging around the weak body of the street.

A child dressed in animal fur clothes, smiled innocently, revealing his white teeth, he shook the leather coat full of yellow sand on his body, "poof", all over his body large and small gravel fell down, crackling on the stone bricks under his feet.

The gaze and breath around him instantly collapsed and dissipated.

"Ahem" "Poof, heh... Cough..."The two people at the divination table coughed violently at the same time, and seemed to be sand and choked by the naughty child on the street......

"It's a demon!" "Demon!" The two stared at each other in horror at the same time, shouting the same thing.

At this time, the long street where the wind was calm and quiet, and the people who came out of the frightened palpitations again, complained to each other about the fierceness of the hurricane, and God turned his face mercilessly.

In the noisy voice, the gray-faced child in animal clothes on the street, struggling to walk through the bustling crowd, one was accidentally knocked over, he bent over, covered the scarf on his head, and squeezed through the gap and marched through the street.

The two people in front of the divination table only had the immature figure that was walking tenaciously in their eyes, until the child in animal clothes walked past the table......

The goatee old warlock stared at the dirty-looking child with his eyes firmly on him, his fists clenched, his breath closed, and his face flushed.

The face of the Confucian man Gu Jing Wubo showed a cautious smile, and he called softly, "Child! Child! ”

The boy stopped, looked at the man in Confucian clothes at the table in surprise, frowned in confusion, and pouted, "Grandpa, you... Calling me? ”

"Where did you come from and where do you want to go?" The man in Confucian clothes asked softly, but his eyes looked earnestly at every minute of the boy's face, as if he wanted to find the longing and puzzled answer in his heart from the childish cheeks.

The boy grinned lightly, as if he wanted to smile, but he showed a sad expression, he timidly looked back at the aggressive gaze in front of him, and said softly, "I... I am a wanderer, there is nowhere to come from, only to go......"

The boy turned and left......

The man in Confucian clothes stood still and watched, and the weak, pitiful, lifeless boy gradually walked away......

"I don't feel demonic!" The goatee warlock had already loosened his fist and gently stroked the beard under his chin.

The man in Confucian clothes looked into the distance and muttered, "Perhaps, the demonic spirit comes from the anger of the sky, and the yellow sand, once danced with the wind, go to the sky!" ”

"Humph!" The old warlock snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to him, and shouted loudly, "Divination and fortune, predicting fate......"

The man in Confucian clothes, frowning slightly, with a face full of anger, sat down at the divination table again, dropped a copper plate, and shouted disdainfully, "I want to ask divination!" ”

"Again!" The warlock glared angrily at the man in the Confucian clothes sitting at the table, his goatee trembling in anger, and the warlock waved his hand and slammed the rotating copper plate on the table......

The man in Confucian clothes raised his eyebrows, showed a relaxed smile, and looked at the goatee in front of him defiantly......

The magnificent and majestic vermilion gate, the glazed eaves are steep and steep, the tiles are carved along the side ridge, the lions gather next to the high platform stone steps, and the majestic black-clothed strong man stands against the door......

Under the high platform, the tattered boy quietly looked at the delicate and beautiful mansion gate in front of him, thinking of the poor woman who was tragically buried at the foot of the mountain at this moment, all this should have belonged to her, and she didn't even see her life at this time.

He walked slowly towards the door, a heart-palpitating aura in his calm eyes.

The lazy housekeeper on the high platform, rude and clumsy, squinted at the approaching little child called Hanako, and impatiently scolded, "Get out!" This is also where you come from! ”

The boy rubbed the scarf on his head with some annoyance, and stared at his big eyes, "Tell your master surnamed Lin, the Yuwen family, who has come to collect debts!" ”

The two families trembled, stood up straight, and stared at the weak child in front of them in surprise, the tall and strong family made a look, signaling the thin family next to him to watch the ragged and dirty child closely, and he strode into the house.

For the history and rumors of the Yuwen family, this city can never be dusted history, because Shangcheng is the city of the Yuwen family, originating from the glory of the Yuwen family, and blessing the Huihua of the Yuwen family, who can forget the kindness and rain of the Yuwen city lord and his wife!

However, in just a few years, this foreign "Young Master Lin" has taken control of this prosperous city in a sudden manner.

The wealthy merchants in the city, Jia Wang, mercilessly threw themselves into the arms of the new master, and the angry city-dwellers didn't have time to be angry, so they heard such a rumor that "Young Master Lin" was the future successor of the "Dao Immortal"!

This shocking news is enough to shake the world, who dares to question the status of "Dao Immortal" and the loftiness of looking down on all beings, even if that person is not a "Dao Immortal", just a "future heir".

People go to tea and cool, maybe interests will always be accompanied by grace, and the people who have lost their grace are like angry weaklings who have no benefit to gain, and they are angry at throwing away their Yuwen family, and can't wait to throw themselves into the arms of "Young Master Lin", and their pious belief in "Dao Immortal" has completely turned into loyalty to the new master.

This little gatekeeper did just that, although he couldn't see the "young master" directly, but he still couldn't change his loyalty, he walked forward quickly, his blood surged, waiting for his own as if it was a good future full of flowers, waiting for the only chance on the side of the "young master", he clenched his fists full of sweat, staring at the door of the hall close to him, that door was the bridge of the future......

"Squeak ......" The sour doorshaft twisted, and out came a pale, stiff old man in black, he was black and thin, with only a few strands of gorgeous hair, highlighting the black mass.

Duo Liang's gaze swept to the face of the frightened and excited Mending, and frowned slightly, "What's so unruly!" ”

Jia Ding saw Steward Mo kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, and all his longing turned into nothingness.

Everyone knew that this thin old man was a murderer who didn't blink an eye, and the reckless doorman didn't care to wipe the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, and trembled, "The little cub of the Yuwen family is here, saying that he wants to... To..."

Steward Mo only felt a "boom" in his brain, shaking his whole body like a sieve, he instantly recalled many years ago, the pursuit of the whole family of the young master of Yuwen, that strange pursuit, in a few years like a nightmare pressing on himself, he begged countless times, that weird everything has nothing to do with the Yuwen family, the old and young of the Yuwen family have long since turned into ashes and disappeared into the world......

Can ...... now

"Butler Mo! Bring that kid in. Young Master Lin's indifferent voice came from the room through the heavy wooden door.

Steward Mo's mind was stunned, the young master was in that far hall, and a clear voice came from such a thick wall and door, what kind of hearing and strength was that! What is there to fear!

He coughed lightly, so as not to be calm, and looked at the kneeling doorman with his eyes open, "What did the kid say?" ”

"To ...... Want...... Debt collection ......" the doorman lowered his head tightly, and whispered with a red face, for fear of angering the butler.

"Humph!" Mo Ting, the Mo steward, was suddenly struck out of anger by the provocative words, and he walked out of the courtyard like the wind, "I want to meet this little man, even if he is defeated, there is an unfathomable young master!" ’

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