Xiao Cong, who left the Old Void Ancient Beast Dormitory, walked eastward, walked out of the forest at the edge of the square that survived in the Xuanhuang Storm, and finally saw the endless field that had just grown a little green, and under his feet was a thick layer of wood and grass vegetation after grinding sawdust, and it felt very soft when he stepped on it, with a slight sense of collapse, but he slowly withdrew the feet he had just stepped out of to the moss at the edge of the forest, raised his eyes into the distance, sighed faintly, and then "unfurled" the star wings, quickly lifted into the air, and flew to the east. :.. la

Perhaps because he couldn't bear the desolation and ruin after this catastrophe, he continued to raise his altitude and flew above the clouds, feeling that even the white clouds looked much more comfortable than the light green mixed with the withered yellow, because these had nothing to do with him, but those made him feel a faint sense of guilt in his heart.

After flying with all his might for about an hour, he lowered his altitude below the clouds, because his heart suddenly remembered the village woman Hongyu who had a meal when he first came to Sunset Mountain a year ago, although the Silent Forest was far away from here, and there were many mountains blocking it, but the storm was so strong that it was difficult to ensure that the village here was not affected.

Beneath the clouds, he stood suspended in the air, overlooking the earth, his purple eyes wide open, and he searched carefully on a plain, and finally saw the village where he had stayed before, which made him finally breathe a sigh of relief, and he could not help but feel a little relieved.

"It's okay. ”

He smiled, returned to the clouds, and went away at a great speed, although he knew that there was a teleportation array carefully arranged by the Xiao family here nearby, and it should not be difficult to find it smoothly with his current spiritual sense, but he didn't want to do this, this was the first time he went out alone, he wanted to take a good look, to experience the customs and customs everywhere, good and evil, to contact this real and strange world as an ordinary person, and to get a good understanding of what this world is like.

Another two hours of rapid flight, Xiao Cong above the clouds finally smelled some popularity, he felt familiar and unfamiliar with this, in the Sunset Mountains for more than a year, he had dealt with all kinds of strange ancient beasts, in his spiritual sense, he almost forgot what the breath of human beings looked like, of course, he would never forget the feeling of human beings, because he himself was also a person.

His figure fell rapidly, in the process of falling, he saw a few miles in front of him there was an ancient city that was not small, he continued to fall rapidly, his body did not enter the bushes, after a simple disguise, he jumped down from the tree, although he knew that he was not as good as the Xingliuyun in the disguise technique, but he thought that it should not be a problem to walk around the city twice, besides, mortals would not care too much about him, as for the monk, with the wonderful method of concealing breath he learned from Tiandao Weng, I believe that if it were not for the immortal god to come to the world, there are really not many monks who are still struggling in the red dust who can easily recognize him。

The ancient city was bustling and lively, Xiao Congyou, who looked like a warlock in the rivers and lakes, mixed in, and finally found some taste of the mortal world, he felt that this place was so kind, so kind that it almost made him cry

After two circles on the street, he paced into a wine shop, found a table by the window and sat down, the flattering shopkeeper hurriedly came forward, and wiped the table top that looked quite clean while greeting, Xiao Cong looked at the shopkeeper who was enthusiastic and quick, this long-lost service made him feel a lot of emotion in his heart, so he was ready to eat a big meal and keep the meat precepts again.

The first time he went to the restaurant since he walked out of the Sunset Mountains, he naturally had to spend a lot of money, even if he didn't restart the journey to catch the wind and wash the dust, the right to treat himself for more than a year of hard work is also said to be in the past, so he ordered a large table full of dishes to the shopkeeper, he didn't want any staple food, but he said that the buns here are absolutely workmanlike, the fresh juice is delicious, and the brain is hot, and he ordered a cage of fragrant buns.

In the small town of the border, there are not many monks, because of the poor resources, so I can't listen to any interesting information, but the good vegetables are burned quite well, after eating the white fungus rabbit without condiments for more than a year, he feels that he will vomit if he eats it again, and now even if he puts the pickles carefully pickled by ordinary mountain and wild people in front of him, he will feel fragrant when he eats it.

Gobbling up, Xiao Cong, who was feasting, buried his face in the plate, and raised his eyes slightly to see a dirty little hand stretching out to the steaming basket of xiaolongbao on the table, but quickly put it back at this glance. He chewed the food in his mouth, slowly raised his head, and saw a little beggar standing at the table licking his empty lips, he was gray and ragged

The sleeve tube in front of his wrist looks empty, under the unkempt hair is a thin little face, and on the small nose is a pair of big black and white eyes, he looks at Xiao Cong pitifully, with some fear in his eyes, but he doesn't leave, he doesn't speak, just stands there quietly, his eyes dodge from time to time.

Xiao Cong was stunned for a while, then smiled and said softly:

"Hungry?"

The little beggar's eyes drooped and he nodded slowly.

"Come, sit down. ”

Hearing this, the little beggar slowly raised his head, looked at Xiao Cong for a moment or two, and then sat on the bench opposite Xiao Cong in front of the table.

Xiao Cong took a pair of chopsticks from the bamboo tube, rubbed them on his sleeve, handed them to the little beggar's face, and said softly:

"Give, you can eat whatever you want. ”

The little beggar raised his dirty little hand, lagged slightly in the air, and finally took the chopsticks to his hand, and said softly, "Thank you, brother", grabbed a bun with his other hand, opened his small mouth and stuffed it in, the entrance of the cage bag, the cheeks were bulging, he chewed hard, and he didn't know if he chewed it, he swallowed it as soon as he raised his neck, and then stuffed a cage bag into his mouth, Xiao Cong, who saw it on the side, was sad and funny, and he thought softly:

"Eat slowly, eat slowly, my brother has a treat, it must be enough. ”

As he spoke, he lifted the teapot on the corner of the table and poured a cup of tea and brought it to the little beggar, but the little beggar swallowed at the same speed, and he didn't listen to Xiao Cong's words at all, it seemed that he hadn't eaten for two or three days.

After eating the buns, the little beggar began to pick up the vegetables with chopsticks, and he didn't pick them, let alone left, he started to eat from the front, picked up the plate and brought it to his mouth, and even drank the soup in one go.

This little beggar is really unkind, a table full of dishes, Xiao Cong hasn't moved his chopsticks much, he was swept away by this little guy, Xiao Cong is neither surprised nor blamed, he only thinks that this is human nature, this is just a table of food for him, but for the little beggar, this is a luxury, just like he misses home every time he sleeps in the sunset mountains, if he swaps identities, he feels that he will not be much better than the little beggar.

Finally wiped out the last dish of dishes, the little beggar wiped his mouth with his mud-stained sleeve, burped, looked up at Xiao Cong with an apologetic and shy look, and then dodged again.

Xiao Cong smiled and asked softly:

"Have you eaten enough?"

The little beggar nodded, his voice still soft,

"I'm full. ”

"When you're full, go back, come, take this. ”

Xiao Cong leaned forward slightly, pulled away the little beggar's hand, and put some broken spirit stones into the latter's hand.

The little beggar Nunu lowered his head with blinking eyes, and said softly:

"Thank you, brother. ”

"No thanks, go back quickly, don't keep your loved ones waiting too long. ”

Two strings of crystal tears dripped on the wooden floor, the little beggar lowered his head, slowly turned around, walked out of the door step by step, walked to the door and secretly turned his head to look at Xiao Cong, the pair of red eyes embedded in the dirty little face, conspicuous, and pitiful.

Xiao Cong sighed, turned his head, called the shopkeeper, and said:

"Bring me two more steamed buns. ”

"Okay~"

The shopkeeper dragged in with a yin and yang frustrated response, Xiao Cong put his two hands on the table, clasped his hands together against the middle of the person, and said slightly distractedly:

"He's probably an orphan too......"

After eating the cage buns, Xiao Cong walked around the city a few more times, and saw that there were really a lot of beggars in this ancient city, with beautiful corners and avenues, and he could always see the shadows of these poor people, but there were also well-dressed rich and noble people on the street, and he couldn't help but sigh,

"It turns out that there can be such a big gap between people. ”

In the end, I found an inn to stay, because I felt that I had not stayed enough, and planned to stay for a few more days.

Two days later, in another wine shop, he met the little beggar who went to the restaurant for the first time to rub his meal, the little guy was still pitifully thin, with a few bruises on his face, standing in front of Xiao Cong's table, still looking pitiful.

Xiao Cong was surprised to see this, although

said that he didn't give many spirit stones that day, but for ordinary people, it was enough to spend a while, why did this little guy still look like this.

"You ......" Xiao Cong was speechless for a while, not knowing where to start.

But the little beggar squeezed his two little hands back and forth, lowered his head and replied softly:

"The spirit stone that my brother gave me last time...... Snatched up......"

After speaking, he raised his head, pouted and sniffled.

"Have you eaten?"

Of course, Xiao Cong knew where this matter started, and it was precisely because he knew where it started that he felt at a loss, and he really couldn't find any other words except for such a conversation.

"Nope. The little beggar replied.

"Then, let's eat something first, and after eating, we'll go to see Langzhong." ”

Xiao Cong beckoned, called the shopkeeper, and ordered a table of delicacies, but he didn't see the little beggar move his chopsticks for a long time.

"What's the matter, why don't you eat it?"

Before the little beggar sat down, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Cong steadily, and said with a serious face:

"Brother, I'm not here to ask for something to eat this time, I know that my brother is a monk, and I want my brother to teach me how to cultivate. ”

Xiao Cong's face was slightly stunned when he heard this, and he smiled without a smile:

"How do you know I'm a cultivator?"

"Rich people are bad guys, and only cultivators are rich and generous to beggars. The little beggar swore an oath, and there was a bit of cynicism in his tone.

"There are no absolutes, you should think about life brighter at a young age, there are still more good people in this world. Xiao Cong said softly.

"No, they are all bad guys, good people are deceived by the rich because of their kindness, and good people are poor"

The little beggar stubbornly said.

Looking at the little beggar's reddened eyes and puffed up little face, this sad and angry appearance once again poked Xiao Cong's compassion, he didn't know much about the mortal world outside the cultivation world, the warmth and coldness of human feelings and the hot and cold state of the world were still just a definition in his consciousness at this time, the world of monks was boring and dangerous, but he always thought that the world of mortals was sensual, real and colorful, and now the little beggar's words made him want to rearrange his impression of the mortal world.

He looked at the little beggar for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, and said:

"You eat something first, if you don't cultivate, put it aside first, how uncomfortable it is to be hungry. ”

The little beggar was also obedient, slowly sat down on the bench, and took the chopsticks handed by Xiao Cong and gobbled it up again, but this time it was obviously not as much as last time, probably because of his mood.

During this period, Xiao Cong moved his chopsticks from time to time, pinched a few vegetable leaves and put them in his mouth, and looked at the little beggar while chewing, to be honest, he was suspicious, but he faintly felt that the little beggar was not pretending,

In fact, it's not impossible to teach him to cultivate, but you can't reveal your identity when you go out, alas, forget it, everyone has their own life, if he really has a life to cultivate, he won't be a beggar long ago, this is his life, he has to admit it, I have to admit it, it's just that, take him to see Langzhong after eating, and send him away. ”

He quietly drank a cup of tea, waited for the little beggar to finish eating, took him to see the nearest Langzhong, wrapped some medicine for him, went out to the street, and said to him:

"Little brother, let's leave it at that, I'm really not a monk, so I can't teach you to cultivate, and besides, not all good people in this world are poor, you see, aren't I just a living example? You have to have hope in life, so that you can live better and better, come, you take this," he said, he took out a handful of broken spirit stones and put them into the little beggar's hand, and instructed: "This time, you take it back and hide it, hide a few more places, even if you are robbed again, it will not be all robbed at once, I will leave." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the street, and after walking for a while, he couldn't help but glance back at the little beggar, and saw that he was still standing in place, his eyes were full of resentment, and he was looking at himself for a moment, he quickly turned around, stepped up a few steps, and blended into the flow of people.

There are unevenly distributed alleys on both sides of the street, and when I look around left and right, I always feel that there is a thin figure flashing between the alleys, Xiao Cong shook his head helplessly, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he was a little beggar who hadn't decided to give up yet.

"Alas, this little guy is really stubborn. ”

When the interruption continued, he was disturbed, so he stepped up a few more steps, and walked towards another street intersection with his eyes ahead.

End of chapter

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