Soon, when the people of Liyang City had become accustomed to the family living in the small shack outside the city, and were always soft-hearted towards the begging little girl, suddenly one day, everyone found that there were already empty people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the cargo transit place two miles away from the city, the boss was smiling innocently, and cautiously asked Jin Wanguan, the shopkeeper of the ingots caravan.

"Shopkeeper, our brothers received a letter from Aunt Ning Yucheng and asked us to go over there." As he spoke, he pulled out a letter.

"It's not a matter for us to be in this Yang City all the time." The second child also blushed and rubbed his hands and said.

"My daughter should go to school too. The academy here is full. The third child had a compassionate face. By this time, his leg had healed as planned. A large, thin hand buried Nanfeng's face on his shoulder.

"Who doesn't know your situation?" Jin Wanguan sneered, "It's lazy, idle, and causing trouble, yes, I can't afford to mess with people like you." As he spoke, he waved his hand away.

In this Liyang City, these people are simply notorious, and other people may pity his sensible little girl, but Jin Wanguan will not. He's never just looked at money.

"Take them, shopkeepers. Anyway, just follow all the way, and let them follow behind when the time comes. There's nothing to lose, isn't it. "There was a woman with a clean, but shabby burden. While fleeing, his little girl fell ill. Seeing the poor little girl, I can't help but feel a little more sympathy.

"Yes, yes!" A bunch of people in the convoy echoed, they were all going to Ning Jade City. Recently, I have seen enough jokes from this family. If you can still walk on the road, I'm afraid it's fun.

Everyone said so, but Jin Wanguan received a lot of money from them, and his attitude immediately improved.

"This ...... You see, how many beans do I have to eat every day with so many horses? It's not easy for everyone. This is a good deed, if it is a gesture, it doesn't matter, but this, this ......" Jin Wanguan touched his fat belly and looked embarrassed.

The caravan shopkeeper is a big extortion, the boss is very clever, and immediately came forward to promise to be a stevedore for the caravan, and took out an ancestral silver bracelet, Jin Wanguan reluctantly agreed.

Of course, along the way, Nanfeng has seen many similar ancestral silver bracelets.

And on the hillside, a little beggar looked at the distant convoy and the little girl sitting in the haystack of horses and grass in the cart, although her face was deformed by her own beating, she never cried, and suddenly missed her sister at home. Maybe it's been a little too long this time? The family will certainly be worried, too.

"Uncle Ling, I know you're here." The little beggar shook his worn sleeves slightly, and tried to make a well-behaved appearance.

"Hehe, this is trying to go home?" An old man in a cyan robe suddenly appeared, and I saw him gently stroking his beard with a smile on his face. Sure enough, only after experiencing it can there be change.

"Ancestor?!" The boy turned back in surprise, thinking that his family had sent someone to protect him, but he didn't expect that the ancestor had been following him. Tears immediately fell. After all, everyone in the family loves themselves. I didn't dislike myself because of my qualifications.

"yes. I have to learn my skills well, otherwise, I won't even be able to beat a girl. Born this way, I can't run away from it. The little beggar lowered his eyes and a tear fell on the instep of his foot. The dusty upper is like a flower.

"There are thousands of roads in the world, the ancestor will not lie to you, our Ah Yan will definitely dominate one side in the future. After so many years of delay, it is good to wake up. After the old man sighed, there were no more two figures on the hillside.

Ling Yan has had a special ability since he was a child, and he is very accurate in seeing people, because he can see the aura emanating from a person's body.

On that day, three miserable-looking men came to the ruined temple with such a little girl who was dressed dirtily but looked like a pink carving. Ling Yan could see at a glance the gray-black aura emanating from the three of them, and the girl with a dull face and indifferent eyes had a pure white aura that he had never seen before.

Interesting and interesting.

Then the group of people who pretended to be poor were beaten by the ruffians around them, and then retreated to the corner, and the others completely ignored them. But Ling Yan always felt that there was something wrong with them. So at night, he took the jade pendant given by his grandfather and hid directly next door.

Because he was afraid of being discovered, he didn't even dare to look at it, so he could only listen there like a pestle like a stone.

Na Cheng thought, as soon as he leaned over, he heard "This is my exclusive secret medicine......"

I sighed in my heart, there was really a problem!

And then what they said was inaudible. It wasn't until half an hour later that I heard another voice.

However, when he heard the miserable shout, Ling Yan was dumbfounded. I can't help but think of when I was measuring my spirit, I found that the spiritual root was good, but I was born with blocked muscles and veins, so I was not convinced and secretly cultivated. The heart-rending pain.

From then on, Ling Yan always secretly followed their family. Slowly, I found a lot of problems.

For example, the love of the three people in front of people is fake, the little girl with fierce eyes and fierce work will cry sadly when no one is around, although she rarely cries anymore later, but it always makes people soft-hearted.

For another example, it is clear that something is wrong with the family, but no one has ever seen it.

And that girl with a pink carving has attracted many sneaky glances, and as far as he knows, many people are beating her idea. In troubled times, this is a living piece of silver that can move.

Ling Yan has been wandering the rivers and lakes in the past two years, and he is very young, and the things he has seen are simply too many to write. found an opportunity to beat her to the point that her nose was blue and her face was swollen, I thought I was helping her, but I didn't expect to be beaten by her instead.

Originally, when she found out about their problems, she was soft-spoken and wanted to try her best to help her, but she didn't appreciate it, and beat herself up. I can't cultivate, and I'm just getting into the body by fighting to the death, so I can't even beat a little girl?

Ling Yan was a young man, refused to admit defeat, and challenged every day. After that, day by day, he was determined to obey the arrangement of the ancestor.

The black hair is falling down, and people say that this is a troubled thread, but what will they be like in the future? The cultivation of his family is different from his own, and he won't get any help in the future, so do he want to go down alone? I am upset, but I always feel that I have forgotten something.

Finally, after shaving his hair, a bright light bulb appeared, and Ling Yan only felt that his mind was clear, and he suddenly remembered.

"Ancestor, I suddenly remembered that the girl who fought with me before should have been abducted. They always abuse her, I ......" Ling Yan jumped up and pulled the old ancestor's sleeve and said eagerly.

"Ah Yan, I see all of that."

"So, why don't you save her?"

"It's fate to come and go, don't ask why."

"Ancestor, you are so powerful, do the math and see if she will do well in the future? Otherwise, otherwise I won't cultivate!! Ling Yan suddenly burst into tears. However, this time the ancestor ignored him.

"Amitabha!" The old monk just smiled and watched. And didn't interject. Cause and effect are so subtle, he will naturally understand them in the future.

Is she doing well? At first, Ling Yan would often think about it, and after a while, he slowly began to pray, hoping to meet her again in the future. Later, this matter slowly sank into his heart.