Jiang Xiansheng sat paralyzed on the ground at this time, looking at the man in white shirt in front of him, raising his head slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly lower, as if he didn't dare to look at the face of the man in white shirt.

The man in the white shirt also saw Jiang Xiansheng, and when he saw his strange outfit, he couldn't help but look at it twice, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he slowly said:

"The breath on your body is somewhat familiar to me, it seems to be the breath of an old-timer I am familiar with."

Jiang Xiansheng was secretly frightened, the breath of the old-timers, but thinking that he had never seen any old-timers along the way, could it be that he was the big dream Daojun in his dream.

But this doesn't make sense, the Great Dream Daojun he met in his dream should not be able to affect his breath through reality, so it can only be the Great Dream Daojun who has cultivated for himself.

Thinking of these, Jiang Xiansheng secretly looked at the man in front of him, and seemed to be hesitating to say it.

And all the people on the roof also came down one after another, came to the man, and said, "Elder, it's time to go back." ”

Seeing this situation, Jiang Xiansheng even tightened his grip and lowered his head.

At this time, the sky was quiet, and the people who were hiding in the house slowly opened the doors and windows and poked their heads out, and it all seemed normal to them.

The man pulled out a long sword from behind his back, controlled the flying sword to float in the air, and then said to Jiang Xiansheng

"You and I are destined, and seeing that your physique is different from ordinary people, why don't you worship under my door?"

Jiang Xiansheng looked at the white-shirted man walking with the sword in the sky with some surprise, pursed his lips slightly, and said with a trembling voice

"Nope! No more! ”

"Really? Then I can't force it, if you change your mind, you can come to the Li clan in the west to find me, my name is Li Yu. ”

After speaking, the white-shirted male protagonist Edgeworth flew towards the west, and the people who followed him all looked at Jiang Xiansheng with angry eyes, as if to tell him that you dare to refuse such a great thing.

Seeing that the group of people gradually disappeared, Jiang Xiansheng realized that there were more scorching sights around him.

Originally, the villagers of the small town who were hiding in the houses also poked their heads out when they saw those cultivators leaving, wanting to see the excitement; And Jiang Xiansheng, who is at the center of this incident, is naturally the focus of everyone's attention.

Tightly pulling the rags that wrapped his body, as if he wanted to isolate those burning eyes, and at the same time worried that his body would be exposed for them to see his appearance.

Jiang Xiansheng picked up the broken bowl on the ground and ran quickly towards the outside of the town, now he no longer needed crutches, with the continuous cultivation of moving mountains, he only felt that his body was gradually becoming easier.

Soon, Jiang Xian escaped to a ruined temple, which was different from the broken temple he had stayed in Yunan Town before, and several bonfires were burning in the temple, illuminating the entire temple.

There were laughter and laughter from inside: "Daogong, you don't know how big the snow is today, and you can almost bury people alive!" ”

"That's, that's it, that stupid boy hasn't come back in that environment, and now it's probably frozen!"

"Alas! Actually, that stupid boy is pretty good. ”

"Since they're all back, why don't you come in quickly?" A majestic voice suddenly came from inside the temple.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the young man who slowly walked into the temple, and suddenly someone shouted

"Silly boy? Silly boy is back! ”

The boy ignored them, went straight to the man who called him in, sat down, and whispered, "I'm back!" ”

A month ago, Jiang Xiansheng was insulted in the ruined temple in Yunan Town, and limped to the most prosperous town in the surrounding area, Bafeng Town, and found a ruined temple on the outskirts of the town.

Physically and mentally exhausted, he fell asleep leaning on a pillar after walking to the inside of the temple, and in the dream he saw his parents again, and the corners of his eyes moistened again.

At this moment, he seemed to feel something pressing on his body, and the startled Jiang Xiansheng opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that there were a group of grizzled beggars standing in front of him.

The leader is a middle-aged man, although he is also dressed shabby, but his eyes are full of a kind of blandness that sees through everything; At this time, he was squatting in front of Jiang Xiansheng and covering a broken sheet on the young man's body.

Seeing that the young man opened his eyes, the middle-aged man also smiled and said, "Sorry, I bothered you?" The tone was full of elegance and easy-going, which made Jiang Xiansheng feel warm.

The young man was a little overwhelmed, shook his head in a panic, and said in a very low voice

"You're not afraid of me?"

"Everyone has his reason for existence, the face is terrifying but kind-hearted, the face is kind but the psychology is distorted, and it seems a little too hypocritical to judge whether you are afraid of that person based on your appearance alone."

The majestic voice struck Jiang Xiansheng's heart, the first stranger besides his parents who was willing to accept him.

"It's not just me, it's what they think." After speaking, the middle-aged man stood up and pointed to Jiang Xiansheng to the six people around him.

"Silly boy, I think you're disgusting to others, but you're extremely beautiful to me, hahaha!"

"Sixth, what you said... Reasonable! It's rare that you can say a good word. ”

"Hahaha---"

Piles of bonfires were lit, the light of the fire shone on everyone's bodies extremely warm, and the laughter of several people lingered in Jiang Xiansheng's ears, and the corners of his mouth were unnaturally slightly raised.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man also shook his head with a smile, and stretched out a hand to cover the torn sheets on Jiang Xiansheng's body.

"My name is Daogong, this will be your home in the future!"

The past dissipated in front of him like an old bubble, Jiang Xiansheng looked at the people who were still around the fire, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The snow outside was falling again, but it was different from the previous monster, this snow was very normal, and pieces of crystal snowflakes fell down the broken eaves in front of Jiang Xiansheng. It's beautiful.

"Tomorrow I want you to go somewhere with me." Everyone's laughter stopped, and they looked at Jiang Xiansheng, who was looking at the snow with his arms raised.

Jiang Xiansheng was a little surprised, in his impression, Dao Gong never seemed to have left the temple, but he suddenly wanted to take himself out, his heart suddenly became vigilant, and his body was a little tense.

"Where to go?"

The middle-aged man didn't care about Jiang Xiansheng's small movements, his eyes were tender, as if he was recalling someone. But in the deepest part of his eyes, there was a hint of relief.

"Tomorrow is my wife's death day, and I hope you will accompany me to meet her."

The young man's expression was a little stunned, and he lowered his head in shame.

The howling wind knocked on the wooden door that was not strong, making a "squeak" and "squeak" sound, looking through the crack in the door to the bonfire with red light inside, a middle-aged man was gently stroking a young man with his head down, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Once again, cheerful laughter came from inside the temple, echoing in the night sky.