Nan Zhu took the little beggar all the way forward, seemingly without any destination, as if he was just begging along the way to make a living.

"You took me out of the vicinity of the fishing village, and you thought there was a good place to go, why are you still begging?" The little beggar was very dissatisfied.

Nan Zhu didn't care, "Then you can go back again." ”

"It's so far away, don't want it." The little beggar was dirty and unkempt and walked behind his ass.

One large and one small pass through the four seasons, passing through the spring breeze, summer rain, autumn and winter cold, and finally enter the crowded land.

Most of the people here are warm and kind.

Looking at every place here, Nan Candle had a warm smile on her face.

When a plaque passed under his eye, he paused, "This is where the fairy aunt once lived. ”

The little beggar blinked and looked up with big eyes.

I saw that the plaque was engraved with three words deeply - Yaowangfu.

The bronzing characters are very eye-catching, and they also reveal a strong sense of dignity, and not everyone can step into half a step here.

"Have you been here?" The little beggar asked.

"Of course." Nan Zhu is quite proud.

I've been here many times.

Two dirty beggars were talking, and two people came out of the gate of the palace, and they could be heard arguing from afar.

"If you don't sweep the yard, what are you going out with me?"

"It's the same if you come back and sweep it again."

"When you come back, the snow accumulates together, and you can't sweep it and ask me to do it with you, why are you so careful?"

"That's all your malicious speculation, I don't think that way at all."

The two walked in front of Nan Candle in a row, and Nan Candle's eyes stared at one of them through the messy hair.

His gaze may have been too hot, Ziliang turned his head, but when he realized that it was a beggar, he turned back again.

He didn't know the beggar.

"Master."

A hoarse voice sounded, piercing through the cold wind in winter and drifting into Ziliang's ears.

Ziliang was arguing with Beiting, suddenly silenced and looked back.

Nan Zhu stood in the snow, a pair of red eyes hidden under his dirty hair, and his lips trembled as blood still floated in his white eyes.

"Is it really Master?"

He couldn't believe it.

Nan Zhu always thought that the master was dead, dead outside, dead at the hands of the enemy.

Otherwise, why didn't Master go back?

So after waiting for so many years, he left the fishing village and returned to the land to find the place where he and Master had walked.

But who would have thought that Master was still alive?

Ziliang walked towards him step by step, pulled open the head of Nan Candle's chicken nest, and carefully identified the still innocent face.

"Nan Candle." He was a little surprised.

Nan Candle's tears fell, "Master...... I thought you were dead......"

His cry instantly made Ziliang stunned, "Don't cry, I'll die something." ”

For those three apprentices, Ziliang is indeed the best for Nan Candle, probably because Nan Candle still retains a simple heart, so he can't bear to destroy it, so he is very protective of this apprentice.

So much so that he left the fishing village to Nan Candle, wanting him to live in that peaceful place.

"Why didn't you go back to the apprentice?" Nan Candle asked with red eyes.

Ziliang pursed his lips and glanced at Bei Ting, who was watching the play behind him, and he pulled Nan Candle to the palace.

"Let's go in first."

After that, Beiting also let the little beggar into the palace, prepared hot water for the two of them to wash, and then he looked at Ziliang.

"This is the apprentice you left behind in the backwoods?"

Ziliang nodded.

"How do you mix this virtue? He really deserves to be your apprentice. Beiting couldn't help but mock.

Ziliang yelled at him: "You get out of here." ”

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