In the world, many things are not in favor. However, people who know how to live and live know that if they can't embark on the path of cultivation, they can only be plain and calm to themselves. Living in a national capital, you can do business, or earn money with your own unique craftsmanship, maybe you can live a rich life, interact with officialdom, rise step by step, and have the opportunity to change the next generation. If you live in an ordinary village or town, then you should work hard, rely on your youth and strength, and work hard to eat. But if it is a more ordinary mountain village, it can only be made at sunrise and rested at sunset. There is no fun on weekdays, and with a mother-in-law, I am naturally happy, but if I have nothing, I can only barely live, I don't know what it tastes like, and I won't tell what things are good or bad.

However, although some small villages look very ordinary, if the location is good, and the village is led by a shrewd person, it is by no means ordinary.

No, there is a small village in a vast mountain range in the Western Regions, the name of the village is Wanjiazhuang, I don't think it is like a name like this, but a look at it can find the problem.

The location of Wanjiazhuang is under the cliff of a green mountain, and there are solid earth and stone thick walls on both sides as defensive barriers, and the pavilions in the village are exquisitely scattered, the long street is quite prosperous, and there are many foreign merchants. However, on the street corner, there are still one or two beggars begging for food and clothing from passers-by.

Looking at it this way, no one would think that this place would be a village, and if the scale of this place was expanded dozens of times, it would be a city.

On a spring day, the warm sun shines on the long street as usual, and the shops on both sides are doing hot business, and foreign merchants are fiercely bidding. There are many caves in the green mountains around Wanjiazhuang, which are rich in exquisite gemstones, although they have no effect on cultivators, they are very favored among large families and those big officials.

The owner of Wanjiazhuang led the villagers to mine gemstones, and attracted all the merchants of several small countries around it by selling them at low prices.

However, because of the hoarding of wealth, the villagers here have become monsters with only interests in their eyes, although they do not exclude the poor people who live here, they never look at it squarely, and the occasional charity is also made in a mocking situation.

On the corner of the street not far from the shop, two beggars huddled up with each other, and in front of them was a broken bowl, which contained only a few copper plates, and it was still a kind gift from a foreign trader.

The old beggar was very old, with his head bowed, his messy hair covering his wrinkled eyes, as if he was seriously ill, babbling incessantly.

The little beggar was very thin, holding his combined legs with his arms, squeezing his belly, which was already fat, trying not to be too hungry. The same messy hair was stuck in a wooden branch, and the dirty little face had a pair of fairly watery eyes, except for a sinuous scar on the side of the cheek, which, despite being a girl, looked a little scary and a little pitiful.

From time to time, looking at the passers-by, the little beggar's eyes were full of begging, but he did not say a word. She knew that the old beggar beside her was seriously ill, and that he might die in a short time, and that she would be a lonely ghost again, but with a pair of feet wrapped in torn shoes.

The little beggar was originally a child of an ordinary family in a small country far away, her mother died because of her difficult childbirth, her father favored sons over daughters, and because her mother left, he often beat and scolded her, and even tried to kill her many times. However, the little beggar has been very well-behaved since he can remember, silently enduring his father's drunken whipping every day, and then he will still finish the housework alone, squat under the kitchen stove and wipe his tears against the fire, and often ask himself if he killed his mother to make his father so disgusted. When the children of other families in the streets were the same age as her, they were wearing new clothes, but she only had a plain shirt that she had washed many times throughout the year. In winter, when it snows heavily and the weather is cold, the little beggar will always secretly look out of the door, looking at the cotton clothes on the other children, it will be much warmer, and she knows that if her mother is still there, she will also have the clothes made by her mother to wrap her body. Once the little beggar was so fascinated that she forgot to bring water to her father, and was thrown into the snow by her father and beaten with a stick for half an hour.

Later, the small country was in trouble, the people fled in all directions, and the father of the little beggar left the little beggar to flee alone, and was slashed and killed by the enemy army. The little beggar walked alone on the desolate street, and was slashed in the face by a cold arrow, which made the already unremarkable face even more difficult to see. However, because of this, the little beggar was not sold to the Qinglou after becoming a slave of the country, but was only sold as the lowest slave. However, after going to several houses, because the little beggar was thin and ugly, no one wanted to sell it, and the dead soldier leader beat the little beggar fiercely and threw her into a mass grave in the wild.

Maybe God was ruthless and didn't let the little beggar die like this, so he left her a breath and was saved by the old beggar passing by and took it with him. begging all the way, suffering humiliation and desolation, relying on cold and smelly leftovers, living until now.

"Alas. ”

There were many fewer pedestrians on the street, and the little beggar leaned over to the old beggar, knowing that the old beggar was in pain, and that he could only accompany him like this.

If you want to ask the little beggar what is the meaning of living, the little beggar does not know that she has even become numb to the painful things she has experienced, and since a long, long time ago, she has no longer wanted to be luxurious.

The little beggar didn't know how long she could live like this if the old beggar died and she was alone, but she didn't want to experience a ruined family, and the pain of being abandoned was her nightmare in the middle of the night.

At the end of the long street is the iron gate of Wanjiazhuang.

"Bang!"

A deafening sound sounded, the big iron gate fell straight down, and a group of horse bandits poured in outside, trampling the guards of Wanjiazhuang under the hooves of the horses.

More than 200 horse bandits invaded Wanjiazhuang, instantly breaking the fiery atmosphere of the shops, frightening the outsiders to flee quickly, and as soon as they ran out of the shops, they were shot by arrows with spiritual power on the streets.

For a while, the village of the Wan family became extremely flustered, but the villagers in the village were not worried, after all, with wealth hoarding in their hands, they could always afford to take care of a powerful cultivator.

Soon, the owner of Wanjiazhuang brought a middle-aged man who was cultivated at the third level of the Yuan Vein Realm to this gang of horse bandits, but there were also several leaders among these horse bandits, and they were cultivators themselves.

As soon as the two sides met, the guards invited by Wanjiazhuang turned around and ran away without saying a word, he thought they were some ordinary bandits, but he found that there was a good way in them that was above his cultivation.

The owner was dumbfounded when he saw this.

And the big leader among the horse bandits sneered, and shouted at the strong-looking man on the side: "Huzi, I'll leave it to you." ”

"Gotcha!"

The man's name is Pei Hu, a small leader among the horse bandits, and he is a fifth-level cultivator in the Yuan Vein Realm.

With a strong shock of his legs, the horse galloped, and directly knocked the owner who was stunned on the street into the far house, and then caught up with the middle-aged man, the spiritual power in his hand appeared, and the big knife on his waist was pulled out, and the knife wave shattered the ground, all of which hit the man's back, seriously injured him to the ground, and was finally chopped off by Pei Hu.

Seeing this scene, the villagers and outsiders in the shop opened their eyes and were quiet for a moment, and then they suddenly panicked, and each rushed out of the shop and ran desperately towards the distance.

Seeing this, the big leader of the horse bandits hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with murderous intent: "The men and the old ones have all been killed and fed to the horses, and all the women have been arrested!"

As soon as the sound fell, the horse bandits rushed out excitedly like hunters who had seen their prey, rushing to the people fleeing for their lives in the street.

Then, wherever the sound of horses' hooves passed, there would be people lying on the ground, their eyes wide open, their expressions of horror frozen, and they would be lucky enough to have a whole corpse.

The little beggar on the corner heard the screams and hooves of horses in the distance, and quickly stood up and pulled the old beggar's clothes, trying to run quickly.

But the old beggar just shook his head tremblingly, and put down a sentence that was breathless and out of breath: "Baby... Let's go..."

After saying that, the old beggar crooked his neck and was tortured to death by illness.

The little beggar wanted to cry, but she didn't have time to cry, and there were already several horse bandits in the distance, so she could only run quickly.

But how fast can a little beggar run?

Before he had run a few steps, the little beggar was knocked to the ground by the fleeing villagers who had lost their minds, his knees were broken, and blood flowed down the old scars.

The horse bandits arrived, brutally killed all the people fleeing for their lives, and then went from house to house to loot the money.

The two horse bandits stopped beside the little beggar and looked at the little beggar who got up with a strange smile, one of them was Pei Hu, who had killed the middle-aged man just now, and the other was named Wang Tianba, who was also a small leader.

"Hey, if you want food, raise your head and show your master. ”

Pei Hu yelled at the little beggar fiercely, so frightened that the little beggar fell to the ground again.

The little beggars were afraid of the bandits, especially since they still had blood dripping from their hands. Raised his head in panic and looked at Pei Hu's big and three thick face, and the little beggar's own face was also revealed.

Seeing a face with a sinuous scar, Pei Hu kicked the little beggar in the face, kicked her several meters away and fell to the ground, and said disgustingly: "Damn the ghost, with a grimace scares Lao Tzu." ”

As he spoke, Pei Hu spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

The little beggar fell to the ground, clutching his body and his face in great pain, and cried out loud, the mournful cry echoing through the corpse-strewn streets.

Wang Tianba on the side smiled, turned his head to look at the dead old beggar on the street corner, and said, "Lao Pei, there is another old beggar here, and Lao Tzu is going to kick it." ”

Wang Tianba rode to the old beggar to take a closer look, and saw that the old beggar had crooked his neck, and spat on him, with a look of disgust.

But seeing that there were still some copper plates in the broken bowl in front of the old beggar, he smiled greedily and used his spiritual power to pick up the copper plates.

"No matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat, just when you ask for food, you will honor Lao Tzu. ”

The horse bandits ransacked Wanjiazhuang, leaving the bustling long street full of corpses, and the cries of women and little beggars were like the wailing of wild ghosts, and like the proud honor of the horse bandits.

Outside the iron gate where Wanjiazhuang fell to the ground, a handsome young man in a black robe strolled over, his eyes were scarlet and evil, and his expression was neither happy nor sad, like a messenger from the netherworld.