When this little boy in tattered clothes walked over, Ling Yun's thoughts were all on him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With his thoughts on him, Ling Yun would be able to know all his thoughts.

In Ling Yun's feeling, this little boy in tattered clothes really didn't know the cold.

In Lingyun's opinion, if these children of rich families were allowed to wear such thin clothes and freeze outside for a day, they would definitely freeze to death.

Suddenly, Ling Yun's eyes began to have a trance, and he felt as if he had grasped something.

Habits, yes, are habits, what kind of environment you live in, what kind of habits you will have.

What kind of habits you have, what kind of adaptability you will have.

"This guy is so dressed in tatters, he doesn't even have shoes to wear, he looks like a stinky beggar, and we beat him. ”

"Yes, what's the point of us having snowball fights with each other, at this time, all we need is to beat this beggar, I tried, it's a lot of fun to hit a beggar with a snowball. ”

"Hit, hit......

Immediately, there was a cheer all around, and then many teenagers hurriedly grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, and then made a snowball and hit the tattered boy.

Snowballs hit the tattered boy in his face, and the boy seemed to like it already, he just wiped the snowball on his face and continued to walk into the distance.

Snowball-sama is really nothing, the most important thing is that he can't kill people, he has been hit by this snowball more than once, it seems that every winter when he comes out, he will be hit by this snowball.

But he is used to it, and when a person is used to doing something, there is nothing to care about.

As everyone kept throwing snowballs, the figure of the young man gradually walked away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ling Yun's thoughts stopped on this young man's body for a moment, and he knew that this young man was a child of a poor family, not a beggar, but because he was too poor, his parents had no money to buy him clothes.

In fact, in this world, there are many, many such poor people.

Just because there is only unimaginable suffering in the world does not mean that there is no such suffering.

After the tattered boy left, many teenagers in thick cotton jackets continued to have snowball fights, their childhood was happy, and they began to spend it slowly in a burst of laughter.

Ling Yun's thoughts are very complicated, in his opinion, life is really wonderful, this wonderful feeling cannot be expressed in words, even if it is a person's birth, it is not something that he can choose.

It seems that there are very few things that life can choose for itself, very little.

But Ling Yun discovered a truth, that is, whether it is poor or rich, everyone is suffering from pain, thinking about it, he can't help but look at these teenagers who are having a snowball fight, and there is deep sympathy in his eyes.

Although he saw that these teenagers were very happy at this time, at the same time as he was happy, he also saw the pain of these teenagers when they grew up, and that pain could not be described by ordinary words.

In fact, in this world, who is a bully and who is deceived? In fact, as long as a person does not cultivate, he is bullied, and the only person who is not deceived is a few people in cultivation.

At this moment, although Ling Yun was cultivating, he felt that he still belonged to the person who was bullied.

In short, it is one word "tired".

It seems that his own life is constantly pursuing strength, there are always many things waiting for him to do, and there are always many things in his heart that he can't help but think about.

Thinking that there were a lot of things to think about, he couldn't stop ringing Xue Xue, he didn't know how Xue Xue was doing now, the little beauty who was fishing with him, going to climb the mountain together, and practicing swords together didn't know where it was.

When he thinks of Xue Xue, he can always echo her appearance in his mind, her face is so clear, at this moment, it seems that she is in front of his eyes.

At first, Ling Yun just shook his head, and he put Xue Xue's appearance aside.

But when he put Xue Xue's appearance aside, another person appeared in his mind, and this person was Zhao Rong'er.

Zhao Rong'er's image in Ling Yun's mind was different, he couldn't help but think of Zhao Rong'er's fiery figure, that charming appearance, and that smile that captivated the country and the city.

In addition, he also remembered the appearance of Zhao Rong'er leaning against the big tree and standing in an extremely sexy posture.

Everything echoed in Ling Yun's mind.

But this knowledge echoed in his mind for a while, and he couldn't help but sigh, although he had embarked on the path of cultivation, he still hadn't achieved everything empty.

In fact, he is very yearning for the realm of emptiness, he understands that life is actually to let go of everything, because people are simply too tired to live, only by letting go of everything, then will they feel that everything is so good now, and they will cherish everything now.

But he still couldn't let go, he had to find Xue Xue's whereabouts in the future, not to mention that in the future, even in this trial, he was very similar to seeing where Zhao Rong'er was, and he hoped that Zhao Rong'er would not be in any danger.

With a lot of thoughts, cutting constantly, at this moment, Ling Yun suddenly admired the monk who could meditate in the temple all the time.

While admiring, his thoughts drifted quickly, and in a blink of an eye, he came to this temple from the beginning.

The monk was still meditating, and while meditating, he was still motionless.

Winter is full of cold, and no matter how cold it is, it will slowly go away with time.

When a spring breeze blows across the white snow, it heralds the arrival of spring.

The spring wind is very warm, even if it is sunshine, it is very warm, and the warm feeling in the warmth can not only penetrate into everyone's heart, but also into the heart and spleen of plants.

Under the spring breeze, the snow melted, the plants sprouted, and the whole earth was filled with a burst of thick greenery.

Spring is lively, it represents new life, even outside the temple, there are birds flying, their bodies in a graceful arc in the air, and then fly into the distance.

In the temple, Wuming was still meditating quietly, and even the snow on his body was melting under the sunlight.

It seems that whether the snow on his body melts or not has nothing to do with him.

He was still meditating quietly, even though everything was alive, but he was like no life, and he was like a stone that didn't move.

In summer, it still feels so warm, and it looks hot in the warmth, and in this hot season, Wuming is still motionless. (To be continued.) )