The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the town is prosperous, and all kinds of cries and sales are endless.

On the road, a woman in an old green dress was walking down the street, her eyes were excitedly looking at all kinds of goods. However, in the depths of his eyes, a few expressions of pity flashed.

"Xiaocao, would I like to buy you a beautiful vase?", Qingyun smiled while playing with the green leaves of Xiaocao, looking comfortable and content.

Xiaocao immediately said that she was very comfortable living in this clay pot and didn't need to change another flower pot.

"How can this be, this pot is already very old, it's better to replace it with a new one, it's too embarrassing. As soon as Xiaocao heard this, she immediately pointed to Qingyun's worn-out clothes, as if to say, "Why don't you change it, and talk about me." ”

Qingyun said with a serious face, "Okay, then let's change it."

The pedestrians on the side of the road consciously moved away from her when they saw Qingyun talking to herself on the road to a piece of grass, and they all looked at her with a strange look.

Qingyun didn't care what these people thought, and walked towards the front by herself. Xiaocao also felt that something was wrong and hurriedly remained motionless, just like the real Xiaocao.

Suddenly, she found a small shop in front of her, with four big characters written on it, "Clothing and Decoration Square", which was slightly delicate and elegant. At first glance, you can see that it is extraordinary.

Qingyun glanced at the door of the store and felt very magnificent, and was very satisfied with this store in her heart. She patted the dust off her body and walked in on her own.

A well-dressed young woman is settling money at the counter, and several maids are earnestly guiding some customers to shop. At this time, they found that Qingyun had come in, and one of the maids walked straight towards Qingyun.

"Little beggar, get out! this is not the place for you to come," she said casually as she looked at Qing Yun's dress.

"What, who said I was a beggar, what a look in your eyes. Qingyun glared at her, very angry at her ridicule.

"You dare to say that you are not a beggar, I can see a lot of people like you", the maid glanced at her, her face full of disdain.

"You're just a maid, you don't even have basic freedom, and you're embarrassed to say that you're not even as good as a beggar on the street!"

"Even if you want to compare yourself with me, you don't take a mirror to see what kind of virtue you are. ”

"You ......"

"Okay, don't say any more, be quiet," shouted the proprietress who was still at the counter with a little anger.

"But the beggar ......," the maid realized what she had said, and said no more.

Qingyun looked at this scene with a little astonishment, she didn't understand why the proprietress blocked the maid's words.

Looking at this woman in a pale red dress, Qingyun was very puzzled.

"Little girl, I see that your eyes are bright, not like those beggars who look sluggish and dazed, but have you encountered any difficulties outside?" Her plain eyes looked at Qing Yun with a kind look, revealing an intimate aura.

"This ......", Qingyun suddenly felt as if she didn't know what to say, and the whole person was stuck there, a small hand unconsciously grabbed her clothes, and looked down at the slightly muddy little toes moving in the broken shoes, as if she had suffered a great grievance.

A look of pity suddenly appeared in the eyes of the proprietress of the proprietress, and the eyes that looked at her also brought a little touching look.

"You don't have to worry about I'll help you", the proprietress looked at Qingyun with a serious face, as if she was saying something right.

Qingyun raised her head slightly and said in a slightly cold voice: "My name is Chen Qingyun, my family lives in a remote mountain village, this has to start from a year ago, when my mother was seriously ill, every day may die suddenly, I take care of her every day carefully hope that she can get better, but unfortunately ......"

The more Qingyun spoke, the more sad she became, and her tone gradually brought a crying tone.

“...... In the end, I really couldn't do anything but come to town and hope to get rid of those annoying guys."

Qingyun already had a few tears in the corners of her eyes, and no one could imagine that such a woman could arrive in town safely.

Listening to Qingyun's tragic experience, the proprietress was very sympathetic. And from the scene of Qingyun's confrontation with the maid just now, it can also be seen that she is by no means a useless little girl.

So she said to Qingyun: "You can live here in the future, you can call me Aunt Lan in the future."

The proprietress was Aunt Lan and touched Qingyun's long hair, looking pity.

The maid beside her watched this scene happen, her eyes widened even more, and she looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Okay, don't look any further, take her to choose two clothes," Aunt Lan said lukewarmly and unwarmly to the maid.

"I'll pay," Qingyun said again. In fact, she killed more than one wave of robbers on the mountain road, and although each robber did not carry many coins with him, they added up to a lot.

"No need, just treat it as if I sent it to you, if you have the heart, help do the work in the store", Aunt Lan continued.

Qingyun nodded, as if she had made a lot of determination.

The clothes on the hanger are all kinds of colors and styles, which makes people look a little confused, but this is not a big problem for her. She felt that it was enough to suit herself, and it was useless to choose too luxurious.

After a while, she chose a cyan dress, and she seemed to have a special love for her.

She gently put the grass aside, and then changed into new clothes in the room, and the swaying of her skirt and the aura were very cute.

Qingyun almost fitted her after putting it on, but she didn't be too picky, so she directly chose a set of different styles of green clothes, and at this time, her face looked like a hibiscus in clear water.

Then Qingyun stayed in the small shop, looking at the slightly crowded house. Qingyun is still holding the pot of crystal grass in her arms, that is her only friend now!

Thinking about all kinds of sad things, the surrounding scenery gradually blurred, and it was Qingyun's tears that were uncontrollable again.

Xiaocao hurriedly scratched around Qingyun's body, comforting this wounded heart with his unique words.

There was nothing to say all night, but Qing Yun once again cultivated the skill of attracting the spirit into the body. Xiaocao didn't dare to slack off, and quickly absorbed the aura in the air.

With the accumulation of aura, Qingyun's skin began to transform continuously, every inch of skin flashed with a little aura, and the cells became more and more tenacious and unpredictable in this change.

Although the spiritual power absorbed by Xiaocao also brought him the evolution of his cells and made him have more perfect abilities, it was a pity that his strength did not improve in the slightest. It was as if his cells were a bottomless pit, and no amount of aura could be accommodated.

Xiaocao's heart was very unwilling, and he continued to absorb the aura in the town.