The news of Ling Daozi's death spread quickly.

The Sky City became crowded again, and not long after the funeral of Bai Xing and the others, Ling Daozi also passed away. The successive bad news shook the Spirit Dao Alliance, which had been stable for a long time. If Bai Xing and the others died, it was only the loss of a few cities in the country of the Spirit Dao Alliance, and the death of the Spirit Dao Zi meant that the king had died. Although Yan Zhengqing is the leader of the alliance, he has always been regarded as a sign of the bright face, no different from a puppet, and people are only Lingdaozi who is really obedient from beginning to end.

It is still the place closest to the sun, the cultivation place of the Spirit Dao Son, and the most important forbidden place of the Spirit Dao Alliance. And with the death of Lingdaozi, this forbidden place has lost its greatest protection, and finally someone can't help but come to uncover this sacred veil. Yan Zhengqing sat upright among the cliffs, facing the sun and facing the darkness with his back, just like his teacher, Lingdaozi. Therefore, when the wandering fields of the Elders' House came here, they didn't dare to land for a while, but just stood in the sky and looked at it from afar.

Yan Zhengqing was still sitting upright, staring at the sun, blocking all the light, leaving only darkness for the people behind him, "Elder You, are you alone?" Why don't you bring more people with you? ”

You Ye touched the long mustache on his lips, and when he heard the slightly immature voice, he fell to the ground with peace of mind, the cliff without light, he put his hands behind his back and strode forward, without the slightest fear on his face, as if the person sitting there was not the leader of the alliance, but just a junior younger than himself.

"Elder You, go back. I don't want to take advantage of you, besides, this sunshine is not something you can bear. If you really don't believe me, you might as well come and sit next to me. Yan Zhengqing still only had a back, he patted the floor beside him, and motioned for You Ye to come and sit down, that kind action, where there was a little bit of fire, it was more like receiving guests.

You Ye paused, and took a deep look at this back, which was more majestic than Lingdaozi, but it lacked a little bit of Lingdaozi's vicissitudes, which always made him unable to see it. So, You Ye put aside his gaze and looked at the sun, although it was dark in front of him, but he was convinced that he had not made a mistake, so he held his head high, strode forward, and walked to the cliff. The light tore through the darkness and shot out without warning, enveloping You Ye's entire person in an instant.

"Do you believe it now?" Yan Zhengqing asked.

Yuno opened his mouth with difficulty, wisps of golden flames lit up on his body, and he stood upright, letting the flames engulf him, "I believe it." After speaking, I saw a roll of flames, and a cluster of flying ash fell down the cliff and dissipated with the wind. An elder, who has lived for a hundred years, was ignited by this sunlight and burned to ashes, which is embarrassing.

Since this incident, the originally restless Spirit Dao Alliance has calmed down, and only some small groups that are unreasonable are still making trouble. Before Yan Zhengqing could figure out what to do, someone at the bottom actively stood up to clean up and reported the situation to Yan Zhengqing as soon as possible. In the office, Yan Zhengqing flipped through the new documents, pinched the bridge of his nose a little tiredly, kicked on the ground, pushed the swivel chair out of the window, and turned around to see the sea outside the window. Compared to the scorching sun, it was the blue sea that suited him.

"Teacher, don't worry, before Xiao Xi takes over, I will definitely take care of the Spirit Dao Alliance, even if I can't move forward, I won't let it retreat."

……

A beast's roar resounded in the bamboo forest all day long, startling a flock of birds, penetrating the dense forest, bringing up pieces of bamboo leaves, rushing into the air, and making a frightened cry in the sky. The bamboo forest, which has always been quiet, is rare and so lively, so that Zhang Yue, who was lying on the boat in a daze, couldn't help but sit up from the boat, looking at the riotous bamboo forest, I don't know why I have an extremely ominous premonition. He somehow felt that it would be dangerous for him to stay in this small boat any longer, so without much hesitation, he jumped up from the bed, and as soon as his toes left, an invisible sound wave blasted over and blew the boat to pieces.

"Lion's roar?" Zhang Yue covered his ears, jumped into the air, and fled far away, but even so, his ears were still buzzing.

The commotion here has not stopped, and the attic has exploded. A pillar of golden light blasted through the mahogany wall and rushed into the bamboo forest, and the bamboos along the way were directly vaporized, without the slightest blocking effect, this beam of light was truly overwhelming.

Rumble!

The beam of light exploded in the depths of the bamboo forest, setting off a wave of air that blew Zhang Yuedu away from the sky. The originally intact bamboo forest now has a huge circular deep pit, and it looks like someone has dug up a piece of it from the sky.

Zhang Yue was a little distressed, this bamboo forest environment is good, he likes to go for a walk inside when he has nothing to do, and now it has been destroyed like this, I don't know when it will grow back. As for the rabbit at the center of the explosion, it was not among his concerns. There have been quite a few of these things happening these days.

Since the crossing of the spirit, the rabbit has been clamoring to try how much her strength has improved, and she has always been addicted to dramas, and she will take time to practice in the bamboo forest. And the rabbit has indeed grown a lot, and the creatures drawn are more intelligent than before, and can even communicate with her, which is no different from real life. The increase in intelligence also means that it is more difficult to control, so this kind of loss of control happens from time to time.

In the attic, Yan Xi put away the giant cannon he had just drawn out, his face was pale, his eyes were still sloppy, and his eyelids were also half-open, it seemed that he had been ruined by the lion's roar just now, and the cannon just now should have been considered tolerant. Yan Xi with this kind of appearance, if you can not provoke it, it is naturally the best. So Zhang Yue didn't think about coming down from the sky at all, he had to wait for Yan Xi to lie back on the bed, so that he could avoid Yan Xi's gaze, return to his favorite boat, and continue his life in a daze.

Unfortunately, once again, his idea did not come to fruition.

Yan Xi pulled out his pistol and aimed it at him, "Give me down!" ”

Zhang Yue let out a long sigh, facing the muzzle of the black hole, he couldn't raise the heart to refuse, so he had to go down obediently, "Just go back to sleep, what do you want me to do?" ”

"Put me to sleep!" Yan Xi said angrily.

"Good! So I'll tell you some big news from above to make you happy? Zhang Yue asked tentatively.

Yan Xi glanced at him, gathered the quilt, and retracted the quilt, revealing only a small head, "Say, my good father, can you hold it?" If it doesn't work, I'll take you back now, and what I'm going to take over is not the Spirit Dao Alliance that fell apart back then. ”

Zhang Yue smiled: "Your father did a good job, it is said that he didn't do anything during the whole process." You Ye himself broke into the place where the ancestor was cultivating and was burned to death by the Sun Spirit Fire. And your good father cultivates under the sun every day, and the difference in strength is clear at a glance. After this incident, all the commotion calmed down. The Spirit Dao League is still the Spirit Dao League, but the former Spirit Dao has become the current Yan Zhengqing. ”

"He's got a bit of a skill. One more thing, do you want to take the rabbit to take on a task to do? This Niko has been really crazy lately. At her level, what's the use of being alone in the bamboo forest? She needs to fight. Aunt Ren and Lao Zhuang are so quiet, why did she suddenly start to indulge. Yan Xi said.

Zhang Yue really wanted to help the rabbit explain, but she heard the mobile phone notification ringtone, clicked on the message and took a look, only to find that the adult deserted WeChat group had been swiped.

"Xiao Xi is right, let's go and harm others!"

"Lao Tzu is almost deafened with headphones, hurry up and pull her out!"

"By the way, earn some extra money and come back, stay in the moon, and this glorious task will be handed over to you."

“……”

Zhang Yue stroked her forehead and sighed, "Okay." "Meow..."

A small fluffy paw reached out of the snow and rested on its head, curled up into a ball, its orange fur shivering in the wind and snow, and a thin layer of frost slowly covered it. If the faint breath is absent, it may be blown away by the wind at any time.

In this snowy night, people are nested at home, relying on the floor heating to survive, and those who are in high spirits may open a bottle of two pot heads, and then make a hot pot and resist the cold outside the house. As for the creatures in the streets and alleys huddled in the corners, waiting for death by the light of the street lamps, they always go unnoticed. Perhaps, in the early morning of the next day, someone will see a dead body lying in the snow, either a cat, a dog, or a person.

In the darkness that people can't see, there are countless beings alive, but most of them have quietly ended their lives. Under the street lamp, the little orange cat fell asleep unconsciously, snoring very little, masked by the sound of wind and snow, as if its body at the moment would also be buried by the wind and snow. It was probably ready to die, otherwise why would that sleeping face not see the slightest fear, but be so peaceful.

A black shadow spread over, blocking the light and enveloping the little orange cat, "Such a cute cat is going to wander, the world has really changed." The hoarse voice came, and it was blown away by the wind after a while, and only the hand that was red from the cold, even if it was trembling, still firmly stretched out and picked up the little orange cat.

"Meow..."The sudden hug woke up the little orange cat, it barked softly, its small body struggled in the arms of the black shadow, and the orange fur lit up with two rays of light, like two ghost fires in the dark night, exuding a gloomy atmosphere. The black shadow shuddered violently, almost unsteady by the ghostly fire.

"It seems that it's true that the cat's eyes glow at night, but this cat's eyes have a sinister smell." The black shadow muttered, with a hint of surprise in his tone, he hesitated for a moment, but still hugged the cat, and stroked the orange cat's fur with his greasy hand, the rough palm did not feel comfortable, the orange cat only felt itchy, opened its mouth to reveal two small fangs, in protest.

The black shadow didn't care about it, anyway, it was just a little orange cat that had been weak, and the little struggle that didn't hurt much, and the two little fangs just lit up, and then took it back. The black shadow hunched over, blocking the wind and snow on his back, leaving a trace of warmth for the little orange cat in his arms. The little orange cat meowed a few times, but gradually fell silent, and fell asleep again in the arms of the black shadow.

The next day, early in the morning, the sun began to rise, pouring down in the cold wind, falling in the vast white snow, which is rare warmth in the harsh winter. However, for those who are huddled in the bed, with the heating on in the house, the warmth is not worth mentioning at all, and they even dislike the temperature outside the bed, and the soft mattress is their favorite.

Outside the house, the snow has stopped, and the streets have been paved with layers of snow, people sigh last night's wind and snow, the whirring wind, the drifting snowflakes, so that the world overnight dyed this pale, like a very heart.

In a simple tent made of iron sheets in the park, there was an old man in a military coat, his hair was gray, almost melted with the snow, and his beard was stained with ice slag, which was burned by the sun, and melted into the icy water that rolled into the collar of his coat, pulling him out of his sleep.

The old man got up from the snow, patted off the ice slag on his clothes, and looked around blankly for a while, before his eyes gradually condensed, and his consciousness slowly returned from his mind, vaguely thinking of something, and quickly got up to look for the little figure. Soon, he saw the figure in the innermost part of the tin tent.

"Haven't you woken up yet?" The old man stepped forward and gently touched the orange fur, and he could still feel a trace of temperature, and the tip of his nose was still breathing, which at least proved that this little creature was still alive. Maybe the old man's hand was too rough, and the lump scraped the little orange cat very uncomfortable, it writhed its body, and broke free from the old man's hand with its stiff body, and it waved its little paw to slap the old man's hand away.

"You still dislike this environment? No matter how dirty my hands are, they are better than the cold snow outside. The old man said angrily, and no matter how the little orange cat resisted, he picked him up, stuffed him into his military coat, and used his body temperature to resist the cold. The little orange cat peeked its head out of its neckline, looked at the old man fiercely, showed its two small fangs, and meowed, perhaps imagining itself to be a little tiger, and the sound that came out should be whining.

The old man held it with one hand, and with the other hand stretched out his finger and put it in the little orange cat's mouth, and said with a smile: "This little tooth is quite chic, are you hungry, do you want to eat your hands?" ”

The little orange cat tried its best to resist, the old man's oily fingers exuded a sour smell, it only felt a churn in its stomach, and wanted to vomit something, but it had no choice but to eat for many days, and could not vomit anything, so it could only tilt its head back as best to avoid the fingers.

"Hey, hey, it's dirty, isn't it? Then stay in there obediently, and don't be pretentious, or you'll lick your fingers. The old man smiled and threatened. The little orange cat seemed to understand what he meant, and glared back, two eyes of different colors narrowed, hiding a murderous aura.

The more the old man looks at it, the more he likes, this little kitten is very aura, he wanders alone all the year round, and it is a rare blessing to have a playmate, he sang in a very good mood, "Today is a good day, everything you want can come true, today is a good day, open the door and we welcome the spring breeze......"

The song is not good, like rags cut by scissors, scattered one by one, swirling in the cold wind and disappearing, and no one can hear the feelings in this song, happy, happy or self-deprecating, I don't know, even the old man's own ears, there is only the cold sound of the wind.

"Little one, will you give you a name?" Xu was tired of singing, the old man took a breath, looked down at the little orange cat in his arms, and asked. As soon as he finished speaking, he was pawed by the little orange cat, and several thick beards were pulled off.

The old man was in pain and said indignantly: "Bastard thing, you can't change your mouth, right?" No one ever told you, is that rude? is so naughty, it's just a bear child, you just call it a bear orange. No rebuttal is accepted, so it is decided. ”

The little orange cat wanted to protest, but when it saw his outstretched finger, it could only give it an angry look, and it didn't dare to do it as indiscriminately as before. As for the name, whether it accepted it or not, it didn't seem to be in the scope of the old man's consideration, anyway, the next name, the little orange cat only heard the damn bear orange, and unconsciously, it was used to it. The old man shouted, and it would reflexively raise its head and cast an angry gaze.

The old man is a homeless man, and his only income is a few dollars and a few cents in exchange for picking up waste in the garbage can, and if he is lucky, he may be able to eat a hot meal of rice, but he is almost unlucky, he can't even afford a small steamed bun, so he can only turn over leftovers to satisfy his hunger. However, today he turned out the five yuan he had saved these days, and generously bought five big white steamed buns, which were hot and indescribably warm in the palm of his hand.

"This is to celebrate your arrival, don't say that I have treated you badly, there are five steamed buns here, you eat three, I eat two, how about it?" The old man had a lot of words, and the mouth that he often sipped and hidden in his beard opened and closed, and his dark yellow teeth appeared and disappeared from time to time, spitting out pleasant words.

The old man tore off a piece of steamed bread and brought it to Xiong Tangerine's mouth, where the white and chubby steamed bun was already stained with a layer of stains. The bear orange squinted his eyes, not knowing whether to open his mouth or not, and finally he twisted his head very decisively, pacing on the snow, that arrogant appearance, the old man laughed and laughed, he didn't pay attention to it, put the tear off a small piece of steamed bun in his mouth, and ate it with satisfaction, which was very enjoyable.

"It's hot, it's warm, it's still very soft, and with a hint of sweetness, it's just a delicacy in the world!" The old man licked his mouth, looked up to the sky and sighed, a pair of old but bright eyes narrowed, as if it was not a steamed bun that fell into his belly, but an elixir that fell from the sky.

At this moment, the bear orange couldn't hold back, it stepped on the snow anxiously, licking its paws with its tongue from time to time, and the different pupils always glanced at a few big white steamed buns.

Seeing this, the old man picked up a steamed bun, turned around, and looked at the people coming and going on the street. After a while, he heard the voice of Si Si Suo behind him. The old man ate the steamed bun in one bite and smiled contentedly.