To the west of the southern border is a small border town called Izumo Town.

The population of Izumo Town is not large, there are only a few dozen families, and it only takes about an hour to walk from the head of the town to the end of the town.

Izumo always arrives earlier in winter than other places, perhaps because of its backdrop to the Longyang Mountains.

It's only the beginning of October, and the entire town of Izumo is covered in snow, and the fog drifting from the mountains makes the town look like a fairyland.

"What the hell it's snowy and foggy...... Are you really your master, my body is made of iron! ”

On the street in the wind and snow, there was a faint curse, and the owner of the voice seemed to express his thousands of dissatisfactions.

Xu is God heard the young man's complaints, and the wind and snow at this time became even bigger.

"Thief God, you sincerely don't want to make me feel better!" The young man raised his head through gritted teeth and yelled at the wind and snow.

The young man was weak, wearing a coarse linen coat, and it was not difficult to find the embarrassment of the young man with patches everywhere on his clothes, but this did not affect the young man's clean and good-looking face in the slightest, and his long hair was tied back like ink.

His eyes are like stars, and his eyebrows are like swords.

After venting the dissatisfaction in his heart, the young man looked down at the thing he had been holding in his arms, and when he felt that the temperature in his arms had not changed, the young man's hanging heart finally let go.

"This is the roast chicken that I got in exchange for a day's firewood for helping Aunt Wang chop for a day, but I can't spoil the taste because of this thief!"

Thinking of this, the boy gritted his teeth and trotted all the way against the wind and snow.

For eating roast chicken, the teenager has always had a unique opinion and truth, the roast chicken should be eaten while it is hot, and the roast chicken must be wrapped in lotus leaves to be the most fragrant.

Coupled with the fact that he has not opened meat for more than a month, the young man's obsession with roast chicken at this moment exceeds anything in this world.

The young man's name is Chen Bugui, as for why he is called this name, he himself does not know, only that this name was given to him by his grandfather.

Since he can remember, Chen Bugui has lived with his grandfather, who raised him for fifteen years, but in the winter of two years ago, his grandfather left him.

Since then, he has lived alone until now, and he has worked very hard in the past two years, basically eating the last meal without the next meal, and the only food he can eat is to rely on his own hands to fight.

Like this roast chicken.

Chen Bugui hates winter very much, because his grandfather left in winter, and he was also picked up by his grandfather in winter.

To be precise, he was an orphan, an orphan abandoned by his biological parents.

While the word orphan is harsh, it is true.

Chen Bugui never asked how he was picked up, nor did he think about why he was abandoned, let alone who his parents were.

For him, in the first fifteen years of his life, it was his grandfather who raised him as an adult, so in his cognition, there were no parents.

Chen Bugui's only regret is that he didn't let his grandfather enjoy a life of fine clothes and food.

Therefore, he spared his life.

Because he didn't know if he would starve to death in a certain winter, he desperately wanted to live every day.

The place where Chen Bugui lives is very simple, and it can also be described as very bad.

The house is a thatched house, and this thatched house is the only property left to him by his grandfather.

Pushing the door in, all you saw was a table, a wooden bed, a middle-aged man sitting on the bed, a half-leg-high ceramic jar in the corner, and a dark and damp smell in the room.

"Zhao Xuan, I have a good fortune today, this roast chicken took me a lot of effort to get it from Aunt Li!" Chen Bugui shook the snowflakes on his body and said to the man with a smile.

The man sitting cross-legged on the bed was about thirty years old, with black hair casually draped over his shoulders, a trace of cloudy eyes in his eyes, a face full of stubble, and a black sword lying quietly beside the man.

The sword is strange, it has neither a scabbard nor a blade, it seems that this is not a sword, but more like a long ruler.

The ruined man named Zhao Xuan in front of Chen Bugui was picked up by him at the gate of the village three months ago.

When Zhao Xuan was discovered, his whole face was pale and bloodless, and his whole body also exuded a penetrating cold.

Adhering to the tenet of saving people's lives and building a seventh-level floating slaughter, Chen Bugui dragged Zhao Xuan back to where he lived.

Under Chen Bugui's careful care, Zhao Xuan's originally bad condition was alleviated, and he was unconscious for up to two months.

Originally, Chen Bugui thought that Zhao Xuan was hopeless, but a few days ago, Zhao Xuan, who had been in a coma for two months, miraculously opened his eyes.

Although the situation at that time was not much better, at least the person woke up, which means that he could not die.

In the time since, the two seem to have an inexplicable tacit understanding, except for knowing each other's names, Chen Bugui did not ask anything about Zhao Xuan, and Zhao Xuan did not take the initiative to mention it.

……

Drag the table to the bed, then sit down, and then carefully take out the roast chicken in your arms and put it on the table.

Chen Bugui looked at the roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves on the table with bright eyes, and his saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

I can't wait to peel off the lotus leaves layer by layer, and when the heat rises, a fragrance comes to my nose.

"Oh, one and a half."

Chen Bugui skillfully divided the roast chicken into two halves, half for himself, and the other half in front of Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan looked at the half roast chicken in front of him, and seemed to be stunned for a moment.

After half a ring, Zhao Xuan picked up the half of the roast chicken that Chen Bugui gave him, and then ate it very seriously.

This was the first time Zhao Xuan had eaten since he woke up, so he ate very seriously.

After seeing that Zhao Xuan was finally willing to eat, Chen Bugui's hanging heart finally let go.

Because in the past few days, Zhao Xuan has never eaten a bite of the food he brought home, and Chen Bugui is really afraid that he will starve himself to death one day.

"How's it taste?"

"Hmmm......"

The answer to the extreme, which is extremely simple, seems to contain some kind of affirmation, although there is no clear answer, but Chen Bugui understands that this is an affirmation of Zhao Xuan.

"Yes! I told you a long time ago, Aunt Li's roast chicken is a must in our Izumo Town, and others can't eat it if they want to, if I hadn't worked hard to help her chop wood today, I wouldn't have been able to eat it. ”

The young man proudly told his glorious deeds today, while carefully picking at the remaining meat on the bones.

After making sure that there was no residue on the bones and that Zhao Xuan had eaten them, Chen Bugui wrapped the leftover bones and buried them in a snowdrift at the door, which was used as fertilizer for the soil after the beginning of spring next year.

After returning to the house, Chen Bugui took out more than a dozen pieces of charcoal from the ceramic jar in the corner, and then stacked the ignited charcoal in front of the bed, and a trace of warmth instantly permeated the two of them.

"Zhao Xuan, what is the outside world like?" The boy asked as he squatted beside the pile of charcoal, holding his chin in his hands and staring at the burning charcoal.

The man subconsciously lowered his head and looked at the weak young man squatting in front of him, the young man's eyes were dancing with flames, and the flames were very bright and dazzling.

"It's a big world...... It's bigger than you think, it's beautiful, but at the same time there are a lot of rules. A low, hoarse voice came from the man's mouth.

"Is that also the monk and youkai mentioned in the book?" The young man raised his head, looked at the man with a calm face, and asked.

"Hmmm......"

"What about you? Are you a monk?! ”

"Sort of......

"Then who is better than you and those youkai?"

"I don't know ......"

This is the most conversation between the two in a long time, and the boy is like opening the door to a new world at this moment, constantly asking the man one question after another.

And Zhao Xuan was also tireless at the moment to answer the young man's various doubts.

It wasn't until the wind and snow outside stopped roaring that the question and answer between the two came to an end.

"That's nice......"

The young man felt that what Zhao Xuan said was much better than what was said in the book, and it was more true than what was in the book.

He had never thought about what the outside world was like, and he didn't dare to think about it.

Seventeen years have passed since he was picked up by the old man, and in the seventeen years since Chen Bugui was born into this world, the world in his cognition is only as big as Izumo Town, and at most it is the continuous mountains outside the town.

As for what the other side of the mountain will be, what it will look like, he can only imagine for himself.

In his own words, instead of fantasizing about the outside world all day long, he should think about what he will eat next.

After the old man passed away, Chen Bugui seemed to have grown up a lot overnight and understood a lot, he is not like the children of his age, he has the love of his parents, he does not have to worry about food and clothing, he only has himself to rely on.

He knew that Zhao Xuan would definitely leave one day, and he also knew that Zhao Xuan had seen the world he longed for outside, so he wanted to understand what this world was like from Zhao Xuan's mouth.

Although the understanding is very vague, it has finally fulfilled one of his long-standing wishes, so he is very content.

"Haven't you thought about going out and having a look?"

His thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and Chen Bugui looked at Zhao Xuan with some woodenness.

"I would like to, but I am afraid that before I get out of this mountain, I will become the ration of the beasts in this mountain." Chen Bugui stood up and shrugged helplessly.

"You can try to become a monk." Zhao Xuan said seriously.

A touch of astonishment rose in the young man's eyes, staring directly at the man in front of him, as if he was thinking and questioning.

"Being a monk and being able to eat enough?!"

"Yes!"

"Become a monk and live forever?!"

"Maybe ......"

Chen Bugui looked at Zhao Xuan, who had a serious face, and after making sure that he was not joking, he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"I think it's better to forget it, I don't want to lie half-dead somewhere that day waiting to die."

Even if he has never seen the world, he still knows the thing of talent, if it is really as easy as Zhao Xuan said, then why are there so many mediocre people like him in this world?!

"There are many rules in this world, your life is like duckweed now, it is also a rule, if you want to break this rule, you need the corresponding strength, try may fail, but if you don't try, you will always be willing to be ordinary."

The boy was silent.

The man's words tugged at his heartstrings, he had never thought of becoming a monk before, not to mention that Zhao Xuan was unreliable, just killing the rivers and lakes and temples in the troubled times was not in line with his original intention.

The young man originally wanted to live by guarding his one-third of an acre, and if he had great luck in this life, he might be able to meet a woman who would love each other and grow old together.

Now, someone said to him that you can break such rules and do what you really want to do and live the life you want......