Jiangtou is not a storm, and it is difficult to walk in the world. Eight years have passed with a flick of his fingers, Lin Erniu was engulfed in this darkness in front of his eyes, and his naked body was ruthlessly cut by countless knives in this darkness. He remembered the day when demons in official uniforms broke into the village and slaughtered him, and his dying mother covered her torn clothes and touched her face with her blood-stained hands to tell him that he would live. I remembered the day my brother went out to look for food for the last time, and his bony palm gently caressed his head. I remembered the lively days with my fellow men in the dining room of the sect. And the look in his eyes when he was framed by everyone for killing his fellow disciples that day, when the little fairy in his mind smiled so ugly, and the so-called iron buddy became so weak, and he wanted to protect his senior brother and sister's disappointed eyes. There is also a day when he was picked off and cut off his hands and feet, and his muscles and veins were wasted, and he was blinded by his throat and was thrown on the street, and he was humiliated by real bad people every day, and the pungent liquid that was poured on his head again and again washed his simple heart.

A few days ago, the old sect master came back, returned the jade plate that had been given to him and was snatched away by his fellow sects, and fed him a reincarnation pill, telling him not to hold a grudge against them, and telling him that those people were also to survive and let him leave here. He felt that his body was repairing, but he was found by the people who came to humiliate him, although he couldn't see it, he desperately ran in one direction, his mother's words 'my child must live' kept ringing in his ears, and the desire to survive made him extremely strong, but in the end he couldn't resist the play of fate, and fell off the cliff and disappeared into this cruel place. He could feel his body being tortured and repaired. Later, this feeling disappeared, and it became like it was floating in the air, and then it felt like the body was falling down and rubbing and burning in the void, as if it was being pulled into a bottomless pit by a special force. It didn't take long for him to feel his handsome face hit the ground, and the smell of burnt soil was so pungent. Then there was no consciousness, I don't know how long later, it rained in the sky, Lin Erniu had consciousness, but he couldn't move, an old man's breath slowly approached him, the old man didn't know what to mutter, and then kicked him with his foot, and felt his snort with his hand, and found that he was still alive, so he carried him up. After the two left, another group of people came and talked about something in the big pit.

The old man took him back to the small dilapidated house where he lived, and a pungent sour smell came to his face. The old man took out clothes from the pile of dirty clothes and put them on, fed him a little porridge and some very delicious things, his tears were unnaturally squeezed out, wet his face, the old man did not know what to mutter, wiped his tears with a cloth, and then fed him.

After feeding, the old man finished cleaning up the house, I don't know what he was tinkering with, and he made a squeaky sound when he took something, and the old man slapped it twice, and this thing actually made a sound.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Haizhong of the Football Committee."

"I'm commentator Song Zhong. Welcome to listen to the friendly match of East China Football narrated by us. ”

"Now it's our Hualian team from Huaxia S Province and the Shenlong football team from Dongguo."

"Okay, okay, now our Director Song, can you introduce us to the No. 8 player of the Eastern National Team."

"Hey, this No. 8 player is very comprehensive."

"Yes."

"This No. 8 player can be said to play very distractingly, not exaggerated."

"Yes, yes, yes......"

"This footwork is also very ambiguous."

"Yes......, come on, let's explain to us that this footwork is very ambiguous, how to understand it."

"Let me tell you this, his feet haven't had anything to do with football."

"Ah, haha, let's take a look at the game, and with the referee's whistle, the game officially begins."

"Time is running out for the East Coast."

"We saw that the No. 6 player of the Eastern National team got the football, he was very violent, he stepped on the right foot with his left foot, he stepped on the left foot with his right foot, he stepped on the left foot, he stepped on the left foot, he stepped on the ...... stepped on a broken ......"

"Good, beautiful, with no one to defend him, he himself put himself down."

"The referee was sympathetic and awarded a penalty to the East Side."

"Okay, the East Country team serves a penalty, and the No. 8 player volleys vigorously."

"Volley!"

"Football bypasses the goalkeeper. A female spectator on the pitch exclaimed. ”

"The ball is in!"

"The ball is smothering her face!"

"Okay, with the referee's whistle, it's over."

"Our explanation is also a little bit over, ah."

"Yes."

"Ah, our sincere hope."

"Yes."

"In our lifetimes, we will live to see the East Country football team advance to the World Cup."

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In the following days, the old man dressed him every day after the rooster crowed, and after feeding him, he put him on the chair at the door, and then went out, and he didn't know what to do, when the weather was better, the old man would carry him for several miles, and threw him on the ground, and there were all kinds of sounds he hadn't heard around, and there was something falling on an object in front of him. Then the old man chased them over and over again. One day a girl came, wiped his body with a towel, washed his face, cut his hair, he could feel the fragrance of the girl's body, and he could also feel the girl's rough and slender hands, but there was a tenderness that made him happy.

Before he knew it, a few months had passed, and he was starting to see, but it was a little blurry. The old man noticed that he was blinking, smiled kindly, and touched his head. After a few more days he could see a little more clearly, and his head could move, and he found a bowl in front of him, and in the bowl was some small thing of small paper and round iron, and on it there was a very delicate pattern. People come and go around, but they are dressed strangely, and there are even many women who have a habit of exhibition, and I feel that only a fig leaf is left, he has grown so big except for the years when people have fled the famine that people can't wear good clothes, this is the first time I have seen such an unsightly picture, enchanting and charming, although there are a few old women in scantily dressed. The houses here are also very weird, but some of them are very beautiful, and there are people selling pork, selling weird shoes, and selling strange things, but some things have a strange beauty, and there is a kind of thing that people can move forward when they sit on it and keep moving their feet, and there is a big iron box that wraps people up, and they can run forward without even moving, and they run fast. He turned his head and saw the old man sitting next to him clearly, the old man's unkempt hair was very short, and all kinds of tattered dirty clothes were worn one by one, but the weather was not very cold, and his pants had many patches, but they were very short. The shoe has an exposed heel and a toe. It looks like a beggar, and his body is quite tough, maybe this is what people often say that bad people can't die well, and good people can't live well. What's in the bowl should be the money for this place. The old man was very happy when he found that he could move, and shook his hand in front of his eyes, and Lin Erniu blinked in response. The old man knew he could see it, and said something to him with a smile. On this day, many people threw money into the bowl in front of him, and the old man kept babbling something. He didn't understand it, but he knew it was well-intentioned.

In the evening, the old man carried back to the place where he lived, which was different from the one on the street, the place where he lived was a house made of soil, not big, but not bad, at least it would not leak rain, one corner was against a lot of clothes, one corner was against a lot of sundries, there were things that were picked up in the stinky bucket today, and there was a smell. The embroidery on the broken quilt on the bed is quite beautiful, and the tables and chairs are quite novel. The old man took out the duck he bought in the big jar in the afternoon, it tasted very fragrant, very fat, and the color was also very good, it seems that the beggar here has a very good life, he used to be a beggar when he was hungry, where can he eat any meat. Lin Erniu couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he looked at the duck meat. The old man fed him with a fat leg in one dirty hand, and the old man himself nibbled on duck meat with the other hand. When he went to bed at night, Lin Erniu listened to the snoring of the old man next to him, and looked blankly at the roof, thinking about something. In the next few days, the old man took him either to farm the land, ask for food, or pick up garbage. The people in the small village are also very good, some people also feed him delicious sugar, there are many flavors that he has not eaten, and he always responds to them with a smile.

The girl came that afternoon, and Erniu saw the girl clearly, the girl was a little older than him, not ugly but not beautiful, pure. The clothes are also weird but simple, the hair is coiled in the back, the chest is well developed, and the face of the second cow is unconsciously red. She was very happy to see that Lin Erniu could see and move her head, but she saw Erniu staring at her chest with a red face, and patted Erniu's head directly, which was very cute. Then he muttered a few more words and began to wash his face and hands again. Then make up for it in the room and sweep it away. From time to time, he said something to Erniu, but Erniu didn't understand, so he responded with a smile. Erniu felt that he might be a fool who couldn't move in the girl's heart, but he was also a cute one.

A few months passed, autumn came, early this morning the old man took Erniu to prepare to beg in the town, halfway, passing by the mountains and forests, suddenly Erniu's body burst out with five-colored light, suspended in the air, as if there was an air flow around him to drill into his body. The old man stared at Erniu with wide eyes, although the old man had no culture, but he had also heard the words of ghosts and gods, plus Erniu was a ball of fire falling from the sky, the old man felt very surprised, maybe he saved a god or something, the old man had no children and no daughters, and felt that Erniu was merciful to him, and then gave it to him, and gave him a pension.

This strange scene lasted four whole hours, and the old man waited silently beside him. Erniu felt that the dantian was completely repaired, the aura had also recovered somewhat, and the body could move, Erniu unconsciously moved his hands, and then jumped up, this jump turned out to be four or five feet high, the old man looked stupid on the side, with a smile on his face, and muttered something in his mouth. Erniu stood on the ground, tears of gratitude gushed out, went up directly and hugged the old man tightly, and said thank you in the words here, which he learned every day by listening to the words of the old man to those who gave them alms, although he didn't know what it meant, but it must be words of praise.

His mind sensed that someone was watching him nearby, but with his current strength, he couldn't resist, so he had to pretend that nothing happened.