Wilderness, New Mound.

The cold wind is like a knife, filling the sky, cutting the last warmth in people's hearts. Snowflakes are flying, densely packed, and freezing is the only remaining temperature of life.

On this day, Yujing City entered a cold winter.

On this day, Li Laohan fell into despair.

The newly built tomb was built with funds raised by the public, hoping to give the children who died in the hope of having a warm home in another world.

His parents had been waiting for him in that world for a long time, and now they were finally reunited.

"A bitter child is born with a bitter life, I thought I could make him grow up happily, but I didn't want to ......" choked up words, Li Laohan looked at the world covered by heavy snow blankly, and his body and heart were even colder.

He looked at another ancient mound not far away, which was the tomb of his ancestors.

His ancestor was a general, and Mu Jun had heard him mention it, and the general's tomb was in this wilderness, and no one cared about it.

Even though he commanded thousands of troops and horses and fought on the vast grassland during his lifetime, after his death, he was just a handful of loess that no one remembers.

In addition to these two tombs in this wilderness, there are actually more than a dozen tombs nearby, all of which are the graves of the deceased members of the Li Laohan family.

He had his father, his son, and now his grandson, and even in the near future, he himself would die here.

Li Laohan's father was a soldier who died on the battlefield when he was five years old.

Li Laohan's son was also a soldier, and he also died on the battlefield, when Ku'er was just five months old.

Li Laohan was also a soldier who fought bloody battles on the battlefield in the north, drinking the blood of the enemy, and later had to retire because of internal injuries.

"After serving in the army for generations, protecting the family and defending the country, in the end, the family was ruined and the people died, is such a dynasty really worth protecting?"

Li Laohan looked up at him, silent.

......

"Xichun Terrace by the Peacock River, the beauty ...... beside the Twenty-fourth Bridge" is brightly lit on the riverside, and the lingering sound of songs, even if it is separated by a hundred feet, Tao Daoming can also feel the extravagance.

In the bitter winter, he sighed deeply, and glanced at a few shivering beggars in the streets, unkempt and covered only with rags to shield them from the cold winter.

Walking to one household after another, Tao Daoming bought a few old clothes and sent them to these beggars, he didn't dare to buy them good clothes. Because in such weather, a piece of clothing that is good enough to keep out the cold is enough to cause a killing.

Dropping a little copper coin, he slowly walked towards the brightly lit Xichun Terrace, his figure a little gloomy.

"It's another cold winter, I don't know how many people in Yujing will freeze to death this year...... Daoming's power is really meager, and it can't help them much!" With a deep pain in his heart, Tao Daoming walked into Xichun Terrace step by step, but saw thousands of lights burning together, warm as spring, and a young woman in revealing clothes walked among them, showing flowers and branches.

Outside, even if you are wearing a thick cotton coat, you will tremble.

In this cold world, this place is like a furnace, emitting infinite heat, but if you want to enter this warm world, you need qualifications.

"Fuck off, dead old woman. Don't you look at what kind of place this is, what kind of person like you is qualified to step into?" Before the pavilion, a big man in his thirties roared at an old woman, and kicked at the old woman with his foot.

The old woman wept desolately, and wailed, "Uncle, you can do it, let me go in and find a corner to stay for the night, otherwise I will not survive tonight!" She had gray hair, her face was full of wrinkles, and she was at least seventy or eighty years old, but at this moment she was holding the big man's feet, kneeling on the ground, and kowtowing constantly.

Tao Daoming noticed that she had no other clothes on her body except for the shabby gray dress, such thin, at such an age, if she was not in a warm place, she would definitely not survive tonight.

The winter in Yujing is so cold that the river water is moving into a completely integrated large ice block, not to mention a gray-haired old man, even if he is in the prime of life, it is absolutely difficult to spend the night wearing only a thin shirt.

Being held by the old woman's feet, the big man was extremely angry, and roared: "Old thing, if you don't let go, don't blame Lao Tzu for being polite!" He took out a white knife from his bosom and put it on the old woman's neck, his eyes filled with evil anger.

The old woman trembled, but her hands still did not let go, and she made a desperate voice in a hoarse voice: "Uncle, if you don't let me in, I won't be able to survive tonight, so it's better to die here!"

She closed her eyes and looked up in despair.

Dahan snorted coldly, his face showing hideousness: "Since you want to die, then Lao Tzu will fulfill you, remember to cast a good baby in the next life!"

His sword was about to fall, but he saw two white fingers appear on his blade, and a young man with a face like a crown of jade appeared beside him at some point.

"This big brother, let's put away your knife, don't you feel ashamed to treat an old man like this?" Tao Daoming said to him seriously.

Dahan looked at him, put away the knife in his hand, and sighed: "It's not that I'm ruthless, but I have to." Who has no parents, who can bear to hurt an old man, but if she is allowed to go in to keep warm, my job will definitely not be guaranteed, and I will end up like her at that time. ”

Tao Daoming frowned and asked, "With the size of Xichun Terrace, even if it can accommodate tens of thousands of people, there will be no problem, and it shouldn't be in the way of letting one or two people in, right?"

Dahan shook his head and said: "You have to say this to our master, but she won't agree to it, those who can come to us are high-ranking officials or martial arts masters with heads and faces, and their eyes can't tolerate sand, for the sake of business, how can the master let such a beggar-like person in?"

Tao Daoming looked at the brightly lit pavilion through the gap, but saw rows of men carrying wine and delicacies to the central building, and the aroma and heat wafted between heaven and earth.

He sniffed.

This may be the only connection between the two worlds inside and outside this building.

He leaned down, looked at the old woman, and took her hand.

A wave of warmth was transmitted to the old woman through the connection of her palm, and she couldn't help but withdraw her hand and murmured, "Uncle, my hands are dirty......"

Tao Daoming shook his head: "No, auntie, you are not dirty at all. ”

He tore off a piece of cloth from his body and handed it to her: "You take this cloth and go to Yujing Jingcheng to be 'seamless', and the people there will let you stay." As he spoke, the old woman suddenly felt lazy, and did not feel cold at all.

"Go ahead. Tao Daoming said to her.

The latter was stunned for a long time, suddenly kowtowed to him, and said tremblingly: "Benefactor, although I don't know if I have a chance to repay you, I hope you tell me your name, and I will always remember you." ”

Tao Daoming shook his head: "Auntie, you don't have to remember me, you just need to remember that there will always be a warm place in this world." ”

He turned and walked towards Xichun Terrace.

It was as warm as spring inside, and young and beautiful girls stood in the most beautiful and clean clothes, but in his opinion, none of them were cleaner than the old women outside.

Walking up to the second floor, I saw many dignitaries sitting on both sides, with mountains of wine and food, hot steam, and laughter.

Under the paving of a hundred flowers, the four brilliant Oiran walked out under the support of people, and the peerless elegance made everyone present can't help but applaud warmly.

Xichuntai's annual exquisite flower banquet began.

Countless people cheered the name of their favorite Oiran below, and promised to pay 120,000 taels of gold, just to spend a night with it.

Tao Daoming stood in it, only to feel that the air was hot, but his heart was cold.

It turns out that under the same sky, there can really be two worlds.