The boys in the back were so cold that they couldn't help but be restless. They didn't dare to make a loud noise, but they couldn't stop whispering and talking.

Ye Fan ignored the whispered words of those boys, and didn't care about Zhang Wu's feet kicking the young man, turning his head and glancing at the sky behind him. I saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, and it was pressed thick, and there was no shadow of the Big Dipper. When Ye Fan looked back at the toddler in front of him, the other party had been kicked out by Zhang Wu a few feet.

Zhang Wu was angry in his heart. Although he is a martial arts cultivator, his kung fu is not as solid as Ye Fan's, and in this cold wind, he is shivering with cold. He took the boy's money and felt that he should do something. At the same time, he felt that driving away this beggar-like boy was a good opportunity to curry favor with the elder brother, so he kicked extremely hard.

The young man shrunk his body into a ball, knowing that he couldn't resist, so he just tightened his body and refused to go, his voice whimpering softly, like a newborn beast. The voice was soft and glutinous, and it was indescribably beautiful and cute.

Zhang Wu kicked two more times, and the young man groaned softly, his voice was in his throat, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

Ye Fan thought for a while and waved his hand to Zhang Wu:

"Stop."

Zhang Wu kicked the young man's waist again, and then stopped.

Ye Fan said to the young man again:

"Look up."

He has been learning art with his master since he was a child, and the disciples inside and outside the peak have to call him a senior brother, and he is quite intelligent and intelligent, so he is naturally arrogant. In the face of this beggar-like boy, the tone was even more of a command.

The boy shrunk and shivered violently, not knowing whether it was cold or frightened. After being quiet for a while, he slowly raised his head and looked at Ye Fan with a timid look.

"Take, take, take me away."

This time, even the words were vague.

Ye Fan didn't listen to what the young man was saying at all, and as soon as the young man raised his head, Ye Fan was stunned.

The clear eyes are like a deep pool, reflecting a little starlight in a trance.

Very clean eyes.

Ye Fan couldn't help but want to look back at the sky, but he finally held back, frowned slightly, shook his hand, and said:

"Go to the back."

This is a tacit consent for the boy to join the boy's ranks.

Zhang Wumeng was stunned.

"Senior brother, this-this is not in order, is it? Just this beggar boy, this-"

"I'm the rule."

Ye Fan replied coldly, ignoring the stunned Zhang Wu and the young man who happily kowtowed to him, turned around and led the team to move on.

The boy tugged at his sleeves and shrunk cautiously in the outermost part of the group. Although he was young, he seemed to instinctively sense that the young disciples and the boys gathered around him did not like him, so he just trembled and tried to follow him, and did not gather into the crowd to keep warm.

His name is Nuomi, and he can't tell his exact age, but he is about five or six years old.

Nuomi is not a household registration in Nanyang City, her father and mother starved to death two years ago, leaving Nuomi a young child. If a person is left out and has a pigtail, he will be bullied a lot, and he will almost be caught and sold in the yard. Frightened, she picked up a piece of rusty iron, cut some of her hair, and retied it back into the shape of a boy. After all, she is young and wandering outside, and no one will look at her carefully.

She survived alone for another two years during the Great Famine years, and she really couldn't survive, so she took the risk to stop the team of Qingquan Peak, hoping to do some chores in the peak, and it was better to be able to eat than to starve to death outside.

Because of her father's early death, she wandered outside for two years, and she didn't even have a serious household registration. In the Tianwu Kingdom, such an unidentified person is not even a commoner, but can only be regarded as a pariah, and the city gate cannot be entered, unless a sum of money is paid first.

She had long heard that Qingquan Peak was going to recruit miscellaneous servants and disciples in Nanyang City, but she didn't expect to be driven out by the soldiers guarding the gate at the city gate.

One of them, a burly and sturdy soldier saw that she was really pitiful, so he secretly divided half of her small hard steamed bun, and pointed out a way, and asked her to wait for the passing team of Qingquan Peak on the side of the road. The steamed bun is still a little hidden in her sleeve. Nuomi didn't even know that it was impossible for an identity like her to be picked by Qingquan Peak.

She has no parents, almost no literacy, and she is young.

Even "If you become a miscellaneous disciple of Qingquan Peak, you will be able to eat a full meal" was only what she heard from the side of the road.

The young disciples of Qingquan Peak disliked her for being filthy and had been in the queue for a long time, while the boys regarded the boy who suddenly appeared as a competitor, and no one wanted to get close to her at all.

The night breeze was cold all the way, the clothes on Nuomi's body were thin and torn, and the cold-proof ability was not even comparable to those Mai boys and girls, and she was kicked by Zhang Wu and hurt all over her body. At this moment, I only felt that my whole body was sore, the wind poured into the hole between my clothes, and my whole body was cold and numb, only my body couldn't stop shaking, proving that this body was actually alive.

Nuomi shook his little hand that had been numbed hard, and when he moved slightly, his joints tightened and hurt.

But she still endured the pain, tightened the hem of her clothes, and then raised her head to chase her benefactor with her eyes.

Ye Fan walked at the front of the team, with no intention of turning back at all, and his steps were quite fast. Nuomi looked at the young man who was called the senior brother by everyone blankly, and clenched the two small steamed buns in his sleeves.

She wants to repay her brother.

But now the glutinous rice, the only thing that can be taken out of the whole body is the two small steamed buns in the sleeves. For her, this little steamed bun is already a food that needs to be carefully divided into two or three days, and it is the most precious thing she has now.

I want to give the most precious thing to the elder brother.

Glutinous rice thought silently.

Ye Fan didn't notice that there was a childish gaze chasing his back behind him, and he hung his head slightly, thinking about returning to the mountain gate quickly. He was impatient and unimpressed with this selection. He had seen all the qualifications of those boys, and they were just barely stepping into the threshold, and even if they were recruited back, most of them would be a group of miscellaneous servants. It wasn't worth his time wasting on running down the hill.

If Master hadn't let him make such a trip, he might have broken through the ninth layer of the peak of the Light Breaking Stage and stepped into the realm of the Distraction Period.

He is the youngest disciple of Qingquan Peak in the Qi cultivation period in a hundred years, and he is very promising to build a foundation.

Going down the hill to deal with chores is a waste of time.

Ye Fan's heart was irritable, and his steps were faster. This made a group of boys huddled in a pile behind him. Those young disciples could still keep up with Ye Fan's footsteps, and those boys had never practiced martial arts at all, how could they keep up. But they didn't dare to complain, so they could only desperately catch up. The outer layer of the Mai boy was already frozen and cold, dragging his sore limbs, stumbling and running, unable to keep up at all.

The boys didn't dare to have any opinions on Ye Fan, the senior brother, they all decided that it was the dirty young man who had joined the team to stop the team, so the senior brother was unhappy and sped up, causing everyone to suffer.