"Go ahead, don't appear in the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall in the future!" Old man Zhang's voice was originally gentle and sleek, with a little bit of the taste of a restaurant shopkeeper, but at this time, his voice was three points colder than the snowflakes flying outside!

Yinchen looked at him in a daze for a long time, and his big silver eyes blinked twice before he said glutinously: "It's over?"

"Yes!" Old man Zhang shouted loudly, he had no cultivation at this time, he couldn't exude any momentum, he could only reprimand sharply: "Look at you, you've been here for three years, and you haven't even practiced the first weight of "Qingfeng Duel"! Three years! Three whole years! Zhang Jiu'er and Zhang Thirteen, who came in at the same time as you, which one of them hasn't practiced to the second level? Look at you! Waste one, our Tianxing Martial Arts Gym should be you or owe you? Do we have to raise you a waste for three years?!"

"But, it's snowing heavily, see if you can be accommodating, and then ...... when the weather is warm next year," Silver Dust begged cautiously.

"No! What's wrong with the heavy snow? There are many beggars on the street who are cold and hungry, and there is not one more of you!" Old man Zhang yelled irritably: "Mother Zhang, drag him out ......"

Zhang's mother, who has always been obedient to the old man's words, reacted surprisingly slowly this time, and there was no movement after half a sound. However, our little silver dust did not continue to plead, and simply went out - he was wearing a single coat, and there was no luggage to wrap around!

Outside, the north wind was howling, and the half-foot-long snow flakes were like wild blades swirling in the air, and the sky of Pan Yangcheng was gray, as if there was no hope in this so-called world. Ten-year-old Yinchen wore a single coat and struggled through the wind and snow......

If nothing else, he will be one of the thousands of wretched worms who have frozen to death on the streets in the past year, and perhaps it will not be until the following spring that his little frozen body will be found in the melting snow and thrown like garbage into the wilderness of the countryside......

The howling cold wind poured into the collar of Silver Dust's tattered thick linen robe, into the open cuffs, and it hurt him like the wind of a cultivator, and as for the cold, he almost couldn't feel it—he was almost freezing.

"Persistence...... Let's go outside the city...... "His legs can't take a step, and he has long been unconscious below his knees, and he doesn't even know that he hasn't walked out of the ten zhang range in front of the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym at all! The Tianxing Martial Arts Hall behind him is still closed with doors and windows closed, as if it is a ruthless world.

"No more...... If you continue like this, your fingers will freeze, and then it will be completely over. Silver Dust's thinking even began to get slower and slower: "Do you want to hold on to the outside of the city...... I'm just afraid ......"

He stood alone in the middle of the road, and on this stormy morning, there was no one on the white avenue, not a single car, and there was nothing moving as far as the eye could see, except for the snow.

Tonight is Chinese New Year's Eve, and everyone with a family is hiding at home early, making dumplings and preparing a reunion dinner, how can they have the leisure time to come out and hang out?

On this morning, it is destined that no kind-hearted person will pass by by accidentally, mercifully take Yinchen away, and then teach him a divine skill, so as to prepare for the protagonist career of punching the emperor and kicking the immortals in the future, not to mention that Yinchen knows his own situation, he can't practice any so-called divine skills at all.

On this morning, it is destined that there will not be a dying old man passing by his side, and he will give him a piece of dry bun with a fire dragon Neidan sandwiched in it, so that he will not invade the cold and heat after eating, and his physique that cannot be cultivated by nature will be completely improved, so that he will be reborn, and from then on embark on the chivalrous road of dragon arrogance and brave entry into the rivers and lakes, after all, the fire dragon Neidan, how can it be so easy to get?

On this morning, not even a kind Samaritan would give him a copper so that he could buy a third of the xiaolongbao to satisfy his stomach.

On this morning, if nothing else, Yinchen, who was only ten years old, would really be "proudly standing in the wind and snow" like this, frozen to death.

However, the accident did not appear around him. The white streets are still white, not to mention human figures, not even ghosts. The snow reflected a blinding white color, and there was not a single footprint in the miserable white. The howling north wind howled like a ghost, indicting the injustice of the sky, and the lead-gray sky ignored it, indifferently pouring down half a foot of snowflakes.

Silver Dust stood lonely and helpless in the center of the snowstorm, in the middle of the road, with his head down and quietly watching the snow bury his two knees. The wind blew his silver hair, and then quickly dyed it pale with snowflakes, and the sky and the earth were all whirring holes in confusion, until—

On the tip of the ring finger of his right hand, there was a faint red light. At first, this faint orange-red light was inconspicuous in the snowstorm, but in the next second, the calamitous flames erupted from this point, like dawn, like an unfolding otherworld.

The accident happened at his own fingertips.

Bright flames erupted from the tips of his fingers, turning into several tiny fiery snakes, and then quickly splitting into dozens of thin red filaments of light, which stretched outward, turning into a spherical curtain of light like a film to envelop the silver dust. Swirl warmly. A trace of warm current dissolves the cold in Yinchen's body from the outside to the inside, making him no longer cold, the wind and snow flakes seem to be afraid of something, and they are far away from the light film that is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, Yinchen moved his hands and feet that were almost unconscious, smiled bitterly, took a step, and walked forward on waist-deep snow.

"The abandoned mine cave in the north of the city can barely accommodate people, but in this weather, what animals can come out in the wild? I'm afraid that only lonely souls and wild ghosts are left, right? Ghosts can't eat...... It seems that we can only go to the small pond in the east of the city to dig ice and fish, alas!"

There was a helpless sigh in the air, and the doors and windows of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall behind him were still closed.

[After 3 months]

In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warbler flies. The streets of Panyang City have returned to the hustle and bustle of the previous year. The north gate was wide open, and a little boy in a tattered gray single dress reluctantly walked into the city.

The boy's face was gray, thin and haggard, and he pouted as if the whole world owed him five copper plates. His coat was riddled with holes, and it seemed that it had never been sewn up, but it was unusually clean, and it didn't look like he had lived in the wild. His hair was also supple and loose, and his long silver-white hair was very conspicuous in the crowd full of black hair and black eyes, and there was not a trace of weeds or dirt on his hair, which was very clean and fresh. The little silver-haired and silver-eyed boy walked through the city with an indifferent expression and a little arrogant, swaggering past the door of the Tianxing Martial Arts Pavilion, and walked to the small square in the dark part of Pan Yangcheng, where many people gathered, many people in rags.

"Master, give me something to eat! I don't have any other skills, but I have a lot of strength and can endure hardships, you see......" On the northwest corner of the square, a tall and thin man nodded and said. He was wearing a dirty and torn gray-blue coarse cloth shirt, a pair of pants of the same color full of patches, and his clothes and skin were crumpled all over his body. His face was grayish-brown, with a bruise-like hairy birthmark on the left side of his face, and black hair that looked like a cloth had been torn from it. The whole person exuded the smell of poverty and sourness, and in front of him, stood the old man in rich clothes.

Old man Zhang ignored him, because as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the silver-haired boy walking over, and the muscles on his face twitched, as if he had met a ghost during the day. Of course, it was indeed a ghost during the day for him, because he could never imagine how the strange silver-haired boy survived the Chinese New Year's Eve when the north wind was howling, and he clearly remembered that the boy walked out wearing only a single coat.

The silver-haired boy, also known as Silver Dust, glanced up at him and turned his gaze, as if Old Man Zhang at this time was just a stone on the side of the street. His silver eyes roamed back and forth across the square, scanning back and forth over the well-dressed butlers, completely stunned by the old man Zhang.

Today is the day when the major shops and restaurants in Panyang City are recruiting. Don't get me wrong, this is not a job fair, this is a place to sign a deed of sale and become a slave. Those who are so poor that they can't get by, or those who find that they have no money to buy seeds during spring ploughing, will choose to try their luck here today, hoping that the manager of a certain store can accept themselves, give them food, and work hard for others to be cattle and horses for a lifetime, which can be regarded as a stable life.

Yinchen also came here with such an idea, three years ago, when he was taken in by the kind Mother Zhang into the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym, he was also a slave. Now for him, the status of a slave or something, how can he have a stomach.

"I hope someone takes a fancy to me, I don't want to eat artificial bread anymore!" Yinchen thought as he snapped his fingers meaninglessly, and a small spark flashed in the air and disappeared, and this scene happened to be watched by the old man Zhang who had been staring at him, and he was suddenly reeling from the ghosts: "Ghosts! It's really ghosts!" he exclaimed in a low voice, not daring to stop any longer, ignoring the man who was about to kneel down and kowtow, he hurriedly turned around and ran towards the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall.

Here, Yinchen saw a gorgeously dressed, pot-bellied white-bearded old man, where he beckoned a dozen boys of his age, who were as thin as skeletons, lined up, looking very short of manpower. Yinchen didn't care what the old man was doing, he was about to catch up with him in an arrow step.

As a result, he was only halfway through the road when he was stopped by a large man with a large figure flashing out of the oblique thorn. Silver Dust suddenly stopped, so that he didn't fall into the arms of the big red. His pure silver eyes widened, and he looked at the big man, and slowly stepped back.

The big man was dressed in a blue and purple robe, casual but very chic. With a square face, a complexion as moist as topaz, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is a reliable person at first glance, but his two temples are raised high, and tiny silver-green lightning flashes from time to time between his pitch-black eyes, which is obviously a character who has cultivated "Qingfeng Duel" to the tenth level or more. And Yinchen's "Qingfeng Decision" has not even completed the first weight, and there is a world of difference between the two, so it's no wonder that he doesn't retreat.

"Little guy, are you here to make a living?" the big man asked in a slow voice with a smile that he thought was very gentle and Yinchen looked very powerful. Silver Dust nodded and didn't retreat anymore - he knew he couldn't run away in front of such a person, unless......

"I'm the owner of the 'Good Luck Lai' restaurant in the north of the city, my surname is Zhang, we lack a few runners, do you want to think about it?" The little silver dust had just taken so many steps back, and it was all in vain.

"I can't learn divine skills. Yinchen said this with difficulty, and the reason why he wanted to rush towards the old man he had chosen was because he saw that the group of children that the old man was greeting were people like him who did not have any magical powers.

"It's okay, what we want is Xiao Er, who serves food to greet guests, not a doorman who wants kung fu, how about it?" Dahan said in a kind voice as much as possible, but he was more than nine feet tall, and according to Yinchen's estimate, his height of more than two meters was too oppressive. Especially from the perspective of a ten-year-old boy.

"Okay. Silver Dust's eyes drooped and he whispered. Heng and Zhi are mixed to eat, what does he care. "I'm a magician, and I'm actually forced to make a living, hey, the heavens, what did I do wrong?

Dahan nodded proudly, took out a contract of sale written on yellow paper from his arms, and took out a box of ink clay. Yinchen took the deed of sale, and when he read it carefully, his good-looking silver eyebrows couldn't help but be twisted together.

The conditions of the deed of sale are still very harsh, there is no salary, only food and accommodation, of course, what to eat and live in and what environment is up to the Han side. The key is that Yinchen is a small life, but it is really sold to the big man surnamed Zhang, whether it is beaten and scolded, or corporal punishment, cold and starvation, or even transferred to others, Yinchen has no room to resist, and even, if Dahan and his family all die because of some accident, no one inherits Dahan's inheritance, and Yinchen can only die with him. In this world, the practice of burial is still very popular, of course, it is limited to slaves burying their masters.

"Do you recognize words?" the big man looked at Yinchen's expression in surprise, his eyes lit up. He fell in love with Yinchen, but because Yinchen's clothes were torn but clean and tidy, his hair was loose but there was no dirt, and he looked like a refreshing person who was diligent in taking care of himself, coupled with his special appearance, like the appearance of a cute little girl, so that the big man fell in love with him at a glance. It's just that he never thought that this ten-year-old child could actually read and write!

In the past few years, the war has been in chaos, the two empires of the north and the south have been fighting in the dark, the disaster years have been successive years, the peasants have revolted and fled the famine like ants, and everyone is running for their lives, how can they have the heart to read and write? In the huge Panyang City, there are not many adults who can read and write, who would want to beat a child to actually know how to read?

"??" Yinchen heard Dahan's voice change a little, looked up at him suspiciously, two big silver eyes blinked, and then nodded in Dahan's surprised eyes.

"The conditions are a bit harsh. He said it matter-of-factly.

Dahan grabbed Yinchen's neck and said excitedly, "Do you know how to read......?" Does it count?"

"Yes......" Yinchen stiffly pulled the big man's stump as thick as a stump, and jumped out two words with difficulty, he felt that his head was about to separate from his shoulder.

"Good, good, good!" the big man hurriedly put him down and said four "good" words in a row. He pressed Yinchen's shoulder and said in an unquestionable tone, "Since you can still read and count, then it's decided......!" Go back and learn more from Mr. Bookkeeper, and when you grow up and become familiar with it, you will be able to be a small shopkeeper, at least the head of a second child!

As he spoke, without Silver Dust having any chance to resist, he relied on the strength of his tenfold clear wind to pull Silver Dust's little finger and press a bright red finger print on the deed of sale.

Yinchen watched with no expression, no resistance, as if there was a submissive numbness from the inside out, as if he had completely bowed to fate, and in fact, what he was thinking in his head was by no means something that Dahan could understand.

"I'm a magician, and I won't admit any other contracts except magic contracts......!