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The town's roads are covered with frozen mud trampled by pedestrians and horses, and jackdaws flutter their wings and whining in the wind and snow.

From time to time, there were bursts of mournful wolf howls from the nearby mountains, as if possessed by evil spirits.

A little beggar of fourteen or fifteen years old staggered down the street, his thin clothes covered with holes and mottled blood, his little face red from the cold, and a hundred knotted hemp rope that he had picked up from nowhere wrapped his clothes tightly around his waist, as if this would make him warmer.

"Song Huazhang, as long as I, Wei Yifan, don't die, today's revenge, he will repay him a hundredfold in the future......"

Just now, when the little beggar Wei Yifan was curled up in the corner of a baked cake oven that was still warm, and was dozing off with a broken sack, he was once again beaten by Song Huazhang, the youngest son of Song Laocai, a big family in the town.

The reason is simple, it is not pleasing to the eye.

The reason why Song Huazhang was arrogant and domineering in the whole town was because their family was the largest family in the entire Linshan Town, and not long ago, his brother, who was two years older than him, was favored by a sect of cultivating immortals called Luoxia Wonderland, and was accepted as a peripheral disciple, and had some connections with the sect of cultivating immortals.

The whole town is full of no more than 2,000 people, and even fewer children, and it is a great event for the whole town to have one enter the sect of cultivating immortals, and since then, the residents of the town have an attitude of looking up to the Song family, which has invisibly made Song Huazhang develop a very unreasonable and arrogant character.

In the entire Linshan Town, there are few children from ordinary families who have not been bullied by him, and almost all of them are afraid of him, except for Wei Yifan, who has no father and no mother, who is an exception, no matter how badly he is beaten, he always refuses to admit defeat and dares to fight him.

Although Song Huazhang is arrogant, he is still a child after all, and he doesn't dare to really kill Wei Yifan, which is also an important reason why he can survive again and again.

At the end of the town is a dilapidated land temple that seems to be blown down by the cold wind at any time, leaking on all sides, and this is Wei Yifan's shelter.

Staggered into the Land Temple, only to see that a bonfire had been lit in the small Land Temple, and the whole small room was warm.

In the corner not far from the campfire was a pile of dead grass, and on the side of the dead grass lay an old man named Hanako in ragged clothes and with a face full of oil and mud, and in front of him lay a pale yellow. The color of the gourd, a smell of wine filled the small room.

The old man was still holding a piece of chicken leg in his hand, and he was gnawing on it with relish, and when he saw Wei Yifan walking in from outside, he stuffed the chicken leg under his torn clothes in a panic.

glared at him embarrassedly, and scolded in a low voice: "Little rabbit, what are you doing when you come back so early?" ”

Wei Yifan shivered and roasted beside the fire for a while, and then his frozen body slowly softened, moved his fingers, picked up the wine gourd placed next to the haystack, and poured it several times in a row, as if there was a fire burning in his stomach, and the feeling of his limbs slowly returned.

As the sensations in his limbs gradually returned, the pain also returned, Wei Yifan couldn't help frowning, the place where he was beaten twitched for a while, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"What? Boy, beaten again? Lao Zhaohua looked at Wei Yifan, who had a blue nose and swollen face, with a playful face, looking like he was not too big to see the excitement.

Wei Yifan snorted, the word "old flower" made him quite embarrassed, in fact, it was true, he didn't remember how many times he was beaten.

How can a little beggar who has no power and power, who can't even eat, and who is seriously malnourished be the opponent of a fat and big-eared rich kid, is destined to be beaten.

"Master, I am also your apprentice, and your face is not bright when your apprentice is beaten, right? How could you laugh at your apprentices like this? ”

Wei Yifan glanced at him and sat beside him with difficulty, and the injuries all over his body made him grin for a while.

Since he can remember, Wei Yifan has never eaten a full meal in his memory, and there is no day when he has not been beaten twice or kicked a few times, which can be described as a bloody and tearful childhood history.

"Come and I'll take a look."

Lao Zhaohua naturally pulled Wei Yifan's arm, and his fingers jumped twice on his wrist like a pulse, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Follow me!"

The old man couldn't help but pull Wei Yifan up, and dragged him to the open space behind the small temple like a ghost.

A moment later, there was a scream from behind the land temple at the head of the village, which frightened the dogs in the town into not going out, and hid at their master's feet with their tails between their legs and whimpered.

"Master, why are you beating me?"

"Oh, master, you old immortal ......"

"Ah...... My arms are ...... shorter."

"Old ghost, my legs ...... Ah......h

A quarter of an hour later, dying, Wei Yifan, who had been beaten to an inhuman shape, was carried back by the old call Huazi, thrown on the pile of dry grass, rolled his eyes, and fell directly to his back.

At this time, Wei Yifan's whole body meridians and bones were broken, although there were no external injuries, but the internal injuries were extremely serious, and almost all the internal organs were shattered, if it wasn't for a strange force hanging for a breath, now he would have hung up.

"Boy, I'm ...... for your good"

The old beggar glanced at Wei Yifan, who was already unconscious, his expression was solemn, his eyebrows flashed, and a small Dan furnace appeared out of thin air, although it was only one foot high, but it gave people a feeling of being simple and atmospheric, heavy as a mountain.

The old flower seems to have changed at this time, her gray hair is windless, and her eyes are no longer cloudy, but incomparably deep, and there are sun, moon and stars in her eyes.

With a soft snap, two fiery flames suddenly erupted from Lao Minghua's hands, followed by a dragon-shaped herb that flew out of his eyebrows and landed in the Dan furnace.

After the moxibustion of the flames, the dragon-shaped herbs turned into ashes and dispersed in an instant, but there was a drop of crystal liquid left, dripping and turning in the Dan furnace.

Subsequently, one herb after another was put into the Dan furnace, the Divine Blood Grass, the Yuzhi Orchid, and the Nine Infant Divine Fruit......

If this scene is seen by a monk who cultivates immortals, he must be crazy, because each of these herbs is a priceless elixir, and ordinary monks may not be able to see one strain for decades, so what amazing effect will there be if so many divine medicines are synthesized into a furnace of elixir?

Half an hour later, the entire dilapidated little temple was filled with a faint fragrance, and even just smelling it would make people feel transparent and refreshed.

"Dancheng!"

The old man shouted to Huazi and drank softly, the lid of the Dan furnace opened, and only a pill the size of a dragon's eye flew out of the Dan furnace, as if it had its own consciousness, and it broke through the space like lightning and escaped into the spatial crack.

"Want to run?" Lao Yuhua waved his hand, directly probed his big hand into the spatial crack, grabbed the pill out, and there was blood between his five fingers. The colored pattern locked the elixir tightly in the palm of his hand.

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