Xu Huan took back the copper coin with some embarrassment, secretly scolding himself for being nosy, and after a closer look, there was no landmark tool used to hold copper coins in front of the other party, and the other party seemed to be sitting on the ground, but in fact, he looked like an uncle with this expression, and he didn't look like a beggar.

It's okay to sit here and do something. Xu Huan was a little annoyed and angry, but he still didn't say anything.

It's like "what are you going to do when you have nothing to breathe", there is no logic at all, it's just a subconscious angry talk to divert shame, but generally saying it will only make you more ashamed.

However, the man seemed to guess Xu Huan's thoughts, yawned, and said lazily: "This street is full of people, the walkers rest, the losers rest, naturally I can also lie here to rest." ”

"But, little brother, in order not to waste your kindness, see that alley ahead," the man raised his hand and pointed ahead, "do you see anything?" ”

Xu Huan looked in the direction of the man's finger, only saw the narrow alleys and the faintly visible blank streets opposite, and shook his head: "I didn't see anything." ”

"How is it possible, you look closely."

Xu Huan's eyes hurt when he saw it, but he still didn't see any flowers, it was still a narrow alley, a faintly visible blank street.

"Don't you see? There's a poor girl begging across the street, so you might as well pass on your kindness to him, and do all the good deeds. ”

Xu Huan still didn't see anything.

He smiled and said, "Thank you Uncle for your kindness, but it's a pity that Uncle, I'm very busy today." ”

"What's the matter, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter."

"Also, what uncle, Lao Tzu is handsome and chic, just over twenty-five." The man muttered dissatisfiedly, leaned his head to one side, closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

Xu Huan glanced at him, walked forward casually, turned his head to look at the man with his eyes closed, hesitated for a moment and turned into the alley.

But after ten minutes, Xu Huan returned from the alley with a scolding, looked at the stone wall where only dark brown mud prints were missing, and scolded: "If you dare to play tricks on me, you must throw this copper coin on your head next time." ”

Those who are happily bathed in the warm light of the sunset are probably missing one person today.

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The residential area is some distance from the commercial area, and Xu Huan walked a long way to arrive.

The ancestors of the Xu family were so poor that they could only build a small thatched hut in the mountains to survive, but after several generations of accumulation, they successfully bought a small piece of land in the town, built the house in front of them, and successfully ran a grocery store in their parents' generation.

Several generations have struggled all their lives, it stands to reason that Xu Huan's family can be regarded as well-off even if it is not rich, it can be regarded as well-off, it was true, until seven years ago, his mother was seriously ill, in order to treat his mother, his father basically sold all the items in the family, and he was already a little stretched, which Cheng thought that his father died for some reason, the family lost its economic support, and his mother finally died at night due to excessive sadness, and Xu Huan, who was only eight years old at the time, became an orphan since then.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the earthen embryo room, Xu Huan skillfully walked into the kitchen and began to cook.

Xu Zhongde, who was wandering outside a few years ago, came home, only then did he see the suicide note given to him by Xu Huan's mother, and since then he has taken on the responsibility of taking care of Xu Huan, but Xu Huan refused to move in and live with Xu Zhongde.

Xu Huan didn't pay much attention to the meal, so he was able to quickly hold the porridge and add some dried cabbage that had been pickled a few days earlier, and scribbled a meal.

After eating, Xu Huan thought of the man sitting on the ground just now, and remembered something for no reason.

Ten years ago, in the bitterly cold winter, my father picked up a man with blood covered in blood on Biyun Mountain not far away.

Although the man was very grateful to his parents for taking care of him, he did not mention why he was seriously injured and why he was in a coma at the gate of Biyun Mountain.

The man with the gorgeous hair at that end, coupled with the unsmiling, has a cold temperament that is not incomprehensible, and it is also very deterrent to Xu Huan, who was young at the time, so although he is in the most curious stage of his life, Xu Huan is also shocked by the aura that exudes from the man's body from time to time and does not dare to approach.

The first conversation between the two was when the man inadvertently saw Xu Huan peeking while recuperating from his injuries, and asked Xu Huan if he could go to the market to buy a few books for him to relieve his boredom.

Five-year-old Xu Huan didn't know where the bookstore was, so he ran around the market with the money before buying a few wild histories from a stall.

Since then, Xu Huan has gradually become acquainted with men for some reason, and men sometimes tell him stories recorded in the history of the wild.

Xu Huan, who was five years old at the time, knew that there were originally thirteen states in Daqi, knew that there was a book called "Sushu" that changed the course of history all over the world, knew that there was a person in the world called spirituality, and had many immortal means unimaginable in the world, knew that the holy ancestor who shined in ancient and modern times, knew that there was a demon country established by monsters who could speak in the north of Daqi, an empire called Zhaoyuan in the west, and countless barbarian countries in the south.

The five-year-old thought that Yunyan Town was the first time that children in the world had a basic understanding of the world, and for the first time knew how vast and wonderful the world was, and the yearning and longing for the wonderful world, and the curiosity about spirituality was also quietly planted at that time.

It's a pity that until today, even though he is extremely eager for the outside world, Xu Huan still has no chance, and he can't leave his second uncle and the grocery store, and leave behind the hard-won life that is enough to be called a stable life to take that step and see the bustling and vast world.

The man seemed to be thanking Xu Huan's parents for their kindness, and after the pain on his body healed, he left a book of cultivation methods and a note and left quietly.

The note roughly said that the cultivation method should not be spread to the outside world, and it was best not to make a noise about contact with oneself.

Since the death of his parents, only Xu Huan has known about this matter, and even his second uncle Xu Zhongde has not been told.

Xu Huan came to the room, reached under the bed and groped, and soon came across a relatively loose brick, Xu Huan's fingers forcefully lifted the brick, and barely poked out a black box from under the brick.

The box was opened, and the book with slightly curled edges and yellowed edges lay quietly inside.

The Great Qi Dynasty did not prohibit it, but encouraged ordinary people to step into the path of cultivation, so the cultivation method was not a scarce product in the dynasty, even if it was not a bad street, it could be seen almost everywhere, even if it was in the lack of materials, surrounded by mountains, the traffic was extremely inconvenient, and there were also some cultivation methods on the market in Yunyan Town, which was blocked by information from the outside world.

However, these cultivation methods are often much more expensive than ordinary books.

It seems that because the spiritual system has been fixed, and most of the cultivation methods are similar, Xu Huan was curious about the difference between the books in his hands, and he also saved money for a few days to buy a copy of "Introduction to Accepting Qi", and found that it was not much different from the content of the book in his hand, which basically told how to perceive the aura of heaven and earth, and how to refine the aura through meditation.

The biggest difference is the route drawn by the two aura.

After Xu Huan opened this book ten years ago with curiosity about the mysterious world in that man's mouth, he found that it was all bitter and difficult to understand words, so he pestered his parents to learn words, but his parents couldn't resist him, so they sent him to the town's school one day. It is said that it is a school, but in fact, the teacher is just an old man who knows a few words at random. After all, there are not many literate people in Yunyan Town, and even fewer are willing to stay and teach in Yunyan Town.

Xu Huan suffered an accident at home after two years of study, and he dropped out of school, at first in order to survive, he didn't care about reading this book at all, and then the second uncle returned home to reopen the grocery store, Xu Huan got rid of the miserable life of being helpless for four years. After Xu Huan and his second uncle were busy running for a few years, it was only after their lives stabilized that Xu Huan reopened the book this year.

Xu Huan has been studying the cultivation mantras explained in the book for the past few days, and although he has not fully understood them, he has still made slow progress.

As for meditation and perception of the aura of heaven and earth, Xu Huan meditated and meditated a few days ago, not only did he not feel the so-called aura of heaven and earth, but he also dozed off, and as a result, he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and lost sleep directly.

The four words "Taishang Xinjue" written on the cover of the book are very bluffing, but it is a pity...... Xu Huan sighed, he still couldn't perceive the aura of heaven and earth, let alone cultivation.

According to the original plan, Xu Huan opened this cultivation method again and began to study it over and over again.

Where the heart desires, you don't know when the time will pass.

By the time Xu Huan closed the book, the twilight had already flowed by the window, and night had quietly come.