Outside the city, the old beggar looked back at the gate of the city, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he found that he hadn't found the figure of the Weaver Girl.

To tell the truth, in his heart, he was actually unwilling to let Xiao Shi follow the source of the weaver girl, people are selfish, why should he give the "gift" given to him by God?

It's ridiculous!

It's just that he soon regretted it again, and from his grandfather's point of view, he was willing to let Xiaoshi go with Gen Zhinu.

He admits that he can't give Xiaoshi a good living environment.

He also knew that Xiao Shi was destined to not be an ordinary person.

On that snowy night seven years ago, those scarlet eyes were still deeply imprinted in his mind at this moment.

Weird, scarlet, evil and tyrannical, as if the devil in hell is unique, terrifying.

Thinking about it, the old beggar suddenly glanced at the small stone that was holding the cyan bamboo flute in his hand and smirking at the iron plate full of currency.

Especially when he saw the pair of innocent and dark warm pupils on the latter's face, for a moment, the old beggar seemed to feel that his filthy soul had been washed and purified by the heavenly elixir, and his body had been sublimated from the inside out.

Clenching his palms, the old beggar secretly made up his mind.

Such a rare innocence in the world is guarded by me!

........

As the sun sets, outside the dilapidated mountain temple a hundred miles away from Shahai City, several little beggars are sitting at the gate of the temple, looking into the distance.

"Haven't you come back yet?" said a beggar, shrugging his face and his stomach growling, "Is there something going on?"

"No, they're just going to perform, not to fight, and there won't be accidents. Another beggar glared at the latter fiercely: "Marijuana, if you dare to speak with a crow's mouth, I will directly take a needle and sew it for you!"

When the beggar named Marijuana heard this, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and his neck was even more directly tied to the neck, as funny as an ostrich.

"But I'm so hungry, brother. At this time, the little beggar who was closer to the inside said.

It was not difficult to hear from the voice that the little beggar was a girl.

It's a small, dirty little girl.

If you really want to count it, she should be only six years old.

And her brother, the beggar who angrily denounced marijuana, is named Zhao Zhuzi, who is sixteen years old this year, one year older than marijuana.

Helpless, Zhao Zhuzi only lowered his head and shrank to the corner.

It stands to reason that a sixteen-year-old child should have been able to support himself and survive in this world.

Then, the world was cruel to them.

Zhao Zhuzi and Hemp are both ordinary people who can't perceive spiritual power, that is to say, they just can't cultivate by absorbing spiritual power and gradually strengthen their bodies.

Coupled with the fact that the area they are in is the most chaotic border suburb! As orphaned beggars, no one will want to hire them.

.......

"Aha, grandpa, they're back!" said Marijuana suddenly.

Saying this, Zhao Zhuzi and the others immediately looked into the distance.

In the distance, the old beggar and the little stone each carried a package and walked towards the mountain temple step by step.

The little beggar hiding behind Zhao Zhuzi's eyes flashed, and the whole person rushed out like a little wild cat.

At the moment of approaching the small stone, he directly pounced on the tiger, and at the moment of knocking down the small stone, he snatched the package behind the latter, and opened it on the ground on the spot.

Beside him, the old beggar smiled, carrying a package on his back and a square wooden box, and walked towards the mountain temple without care.

Turning sideways, Xiao Shi glanced at the little beggar very aggrievedly: "Zhao Xiaoling, you hurt me." ”

"But I'm hungry. Zhao Xiaoling, who was flipping through the package, was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the small stone, his mouth was flattened, and he had the posture that I would cry if you said more.

However, what kind of character is Little Stone, and how can he succumb to Little Lori's obscenity?

I saw Xiao Shi angrily stand up straight with his short legs, insert the bamboo flute into his waist, face to Xiao Lori, and roar fiercely: "Zhao Xiaoling, stop!"

Zhao Xiaoling was yelled at by the little stone, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, and the bean-sized tears condensed in his eyes in an instant.

Without any accidents, Xiao Shi's little short hand pulled it so much, and then took it again, and immediately took out a string of objects from the package, and then placed it horizontally in front of Zhao Xiaoling, and said in a deep voice: "This sugar gourd is very brittle, you have to be light-hearted, otherwise it will not be good if it breaks and falls to the ground." ”

Zhao Xiaoling was slightly stunned, flattened his mouth, and didn't dare to speak.

"What's wrong with you, you don't eat sugar gourds?" Xiao Shi scratched his head in confusion: "I left it for a long time." ”

"No!" Zhao Xiaoling grimaced, snatched the sugar gourd from the little stone's hand, pouted, and his eyes were red.

Seeing this, Xiao Shi calmly put the package behind his back, glanced at Zhao Xiaoling inexplicably, and followed the old beggar who had already entered the mountain temple.

Behind him, Xiao Lori Zhao Xiaoling stared at the back of the little stone and bit the sugar gourd in his hand fiercely.

Crackle crisp~!

Well, that's delicious!" she thought to herself.

......

On a moonlit night, a group of beggars gathered under the old vine tree in front of the mountain temple.

"Grandpa, let me go with you next time, I have the strength, I can help you carry the wooden box." Marijuana said.

The old beggar smiled and did not speak.

"Cut, I think you want to go to the city to eat delicious food, right?" Zhao Zhuzi pouted: "Don't think I don't know you, you are lazy all day long, and you will soon become a pig!"

"That's it, Brother Hemp is fat and lazy, and he robs me of food, Xiaoling doesn't like to play with you the most. Zhao Xiaoling pouted, and approached the little stone that was wiping the bamboo flute with a rag: "Unlike Brother Xiaoshi, I remember to bring a sugar gourd to Xiao Ling'er to eat."

Hee-hee, Brother Little Stone is the best. ”

Xiaoshi ignored it, still gently wiping the bamboo flute in his hand. For him, instead of arguing with them, it is better to concentrate on wiping the bamboo flute clean.

This bamboo flute was a gift from the old beggar for his sixth birthday.

And his birthday was set on the day when the old beggar found him.

"I don't have it, I just want to share it for my grandfather. Marijuana argued.

Zhao Zhuzi looked at the marijuana expressionlessly.

The old beggar smiled, took the thread in his hand, and began to examine his instrument, not participating in the debate.

These children, all of whom he has picked up from the garbage heap one by one over the years, can be regarded as his grandsons.

But the old beggar still likes Little Stone the most, not only because among these children, Little Stone is the reason why he grew up, but also because among these children, Little Stone is the only one who loves music as much as he does.

What could be more important to a musician than the passing on of his skills?

At the end, Zhao Zhuzi suddenly stood up, looked directly into the eyes of the old beggar, and said solemnly: "Grandpa, I have decided, I will go to Leo Town again tomorrow!"

The old beggar didn't answer immediately, sighed, and looked at the bright moon in the night sky: "You, still unwilling to give up?"

"Well, martial arts is my life's dream, and I am unwilling to be an ordinary person in this life!

I believe that at the age of sixteen this year, as long as I can get the traction of the aura, I will definitely be able to feel the aura!" Zhao Zhuzi gritted his teeth, people in this world start from their seventh birthday, and every three years, their bodies will usher in an opportunity to transform!

And this transformation is also the contract that their bodies can perceive the aura. If they succeed, they will be able to use the aura to enter the body to cultivate and become martial artists!

If you still fail on your sixteenth birthday, you will be completely reduced to an ordinary person, and you will no longer have any hope of becoming a warrior.

In this world, the ratio of martial artists to ordinary people is about three to seven!

And the aura traction, you need a spirit stone, and as for the spirit stone, it is a spirit stone that contains the aura. The aura traction is that the warrior uses his own aura to pull out the aura in the spirit stone, and then introduces it into the body of the person who needs to perceive the aura.

Because only the pure and ownerless aura in the spirit stone can achieve the effect of pulling the aura for the body of ordinary people.

And the body that has been cleansed by the aura will have a 10% chance of perceiving the aura and thus stepping into the path of martial arts cultivation.

Although the odds are very slim, it is better than nothing.

And Zhao Zhuzi went to Leo Town to find a kind warrior to help. Most of the warriors are proud, and if they don't have enough money, they can't be impressed.