No one likes that doll that smells of mud, and the eyes that look past are full of hostility.

Glutinous rice cautiously avoided those boys, holding the small piece of cold steamed buns that had been pinched and deformed in her stiff hands, looking at Ye Fan with her head high, and trying to catch up with her shivering steps.

"Big, big brother—"

She didn't know Ye Fan's name.

It's just that when she heard everyone call that young brother, she followed suit.

The voice is soft and glutinous, and people can't help but think of warm sugar rice cakes. But Ye Fan was anxious to go back to the peak and go up the mountain gate, and he didn't have the heart to look back at him. Nuomi moved her feet intently to chase after Ye Fan, not even noticing that the young disciples and children next to her were looking at her with a mixture of disgust and mockery.

"Big brother. Give, give to you. To you. ”

The girl's soft and glutinous voice is immature, very light, but not brittle, and slightly slimy.

Ye Fan didn't even look back, only flicked his sleeves back. The strength of the sleeve slammed into Nuomi's chest. Glutinous rice is just an ordinary child, cold and shivering, and he can't stand on his feet steadily. was hit by Ye Fan with his true qi, and with a low sigh, the whole person fell backwards and fought hard. Even the small piece of steamed bun in his hand flew out.

"Little beggar, what good things do I want to give to our senior brother? Ouch, this hard one, it won't be a steamed bun, there are tooth marks on it. Are you because the senior brother of Qingquan Peak will eat what others have eaten like you, disgusting guy. ”

Glutinous rice rolled around on the ground, looking up a little dazed and timid, not knowing how he fell.

A young female disciple next to her sneered, looking at Nuomi's stupid appearance, she couldn't help but walk over and laugh shamefully.

Nuomi was a little confused, and looked at the female disciple blankly. It wasn't until he saw the steamed bun at the female disciple's feet that he let out a low "ah", looked at the female disciple, and then looked at the steamed bun, as if he was a little hesitant.

"Look at what to see. A dirty boy, stinks to death. Only deserve to eat this pig food! ”

The female disciple couldn't help but get angry when she saw that Nuomi was still looking at the small piece of steamed bun, but she didn't pay much attention to what she said. She stomped her foot hard, but suddenly a smile broke out. The toes moved, and the general stepped on the small piece of steamed bun.

"Ah......h He stretched out his hand towards the steamed bun, but froze in the air again, at a loss.

The female disciple was satisfied, snorted out of her nose arrogantly, and rolled hard, and finally chased Ye Fan away as if she had enough.

"Steamed buns, steamed buns."

When the female disciples were far away, Nuomi timidly crawled forward, reaching out to pick up the small piece of precious steamed buns. However, she could not pick it up. The steamed bun was rolled by the girl vigorously, and it had been broken into fine pieces and mixed into the sludge. She was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

The whole procession marched so fast that no one paid any attention to the glutinous rice kneeling on the ground.

Nuomi looked up at the team that was walking quickly past him, and then at the black broken steamed buns on the ground, and a layer of mist tears slowly welled up in his big eyes. She sniffed, trying to hold back.

That piece of steamed bun is already the most valuable thing she has. She was completely reluctant to eat it, but she kept the steamed bun in her palm, and when she was really hungry, she broke out a small piece and put it in her mouth, slowly inhaling the sweet taste of the steamed bun, the taste of grain.

Glutinous rice stretched out her frozen stiff and purple fingers, and carefully dug the broken steamed buns out of the sludge.

The small piece of steamed bun was stepped into the mud by the female disciple of Fang Cai, and even if it was dug out, it was already dirty. Nuomi looked up at the team that was already a little far away from him, reluctantly looked down at the pieces of steamed buns that had been mixed in the sludge and couldn't be dug up, and quickly got up and chased in the direction of the team.

The steamed buns are already dirty and can no longer be used to give them to the elder brother.

Glutinous rice cherished the small handful of steamed bread dregs that had been dirty and broken, put them all in his hands, and tried hard to crush the steamed bread and pinch it out of a shape.

It can't be used to give it to the elder brother, but it's still enough for her to cherish for a few days.

The speed of the team has been even faster under the leadership of Ye Fan. At dawn, the boys, who had stumbled along, finally saw a vertical and straight mountain in the distance, pointing straight into the misty sky.

The sky was still very dark, and the rising sun was hidden behind the misty mist, and the light was all folded and scattered, and there was still a thick and pressed ash all around. Nuomi looked up at the high peak, and finally saw a few faint small peaks behind the peak. It's the same straight stroke, but behind the clouds, I can't really see it.

Those clouds and mist that surround this mountain peak all year round are called immortal mist by the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is composed of five main peaks: Qingquan Peak, Huangshi Peak, Purple Hidden Peak, Great Cloud Mist Peak and Small Cloud Mist Peak. Each main peak is managed separately by a different peak master, and usually the head of the sect master has always been in retreat and cultivation, and rarely cares about the chores outside. Therefore, on weekdays, the five main peaks are all in their own ways and do not interfere with each other.

A large group of boys followed behind the disciples of Qingquan Peak, looking at Qingquan Peak with awe and being plated with thin gold by the rising sun, and they all calmed down. This is where they will live for the rest of their lives.

The glutinous rice was scattered outside the crowd, and like other teenagers and girls, they held their heads high to look at the peak that could not be seen.

She was a little scared. With such a high peak, even if you climb it for two days or three days, you can't climb to the top.

After the initial shock, the boys who were huddled together began to worry faintly that such a towering and steep mountain was not something that anyone could climb casually. The children, who had been quiet, gradually began to whisper among themselves.

Ye Fan walked in a hurry.

The man can already see the mountain gate, and he feels that there is nothing to do with himself. It doesn't matter if the young disciples behind him and the boys in the team can follow up and follow faster. A group of young children stumbled after him, and when they reached the foot of the mountain, Ye Fan had already vaguely seen a figure hidden behind the fairy mist.

"Uncle Shi."

Ye Fan walked over quickly in response to those figures, raised his hand and saluted to the eldest Taoist, and then glanced back, his expression was a little cold.

"This year's boys, there are thirty-two in all. The root bones are not more than thirty. It's all here, please assign it to Uncle Shi. ”

"Senior brother, it's thirty-three."

Zhang Wu reminded Ye Fan in a whisper.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered the dirty boy who was halfway in the way. He frowned, then nodded:

"Sorry, it's thirty-three."

"It's hard work. Just hand over these boys to me, and the nephew will report to Senior Brother Qinghe. ”

Ye Fan replied with an "um", and no longer looked at the young disciples and young boys behind him, and swept directly to the peak.