Li Yun has the blessing of the winter snow god of the four seasons, and in the cold winter land is the darling of the whole world, and it is easy to control the cold and cold air, not to mention that the extreme north is the area where the snow god is located, and the cold winter aura is the most active, and it is not outrageous to appear and condense into an elf by Li Yun's mind.

After receiving the elf's prompt, Li Yun thanked him and hurriedly flew in the direction the elf was pointing.

He doesn't have any superfluous thoughts now, he just wants to see what the current situation of his relatives is, more than a hundred years have passed, time flies like a white horse, nearly two hundred years is enough to swallow too much.

Half an hour later, Li Yun looked into the distance, and in the far north, where the icy land and the loess divided, he could already see the towering towns wrapped in dilapidated city walls.

It's hard to imagine a city in such a harsh place.

Dilapidated to a distance of 100 miles, Li Yun can also see those low-rise and old houses, there are not many soldiers on duty on the dilapidated city wall, and in the streets of the whole town, scattered people are wearing heavy ragged clothes and hats and going in a certain direction, there are few people, like a dead city that has lost its life.

As he got closer to the city, Li Yun's heart became heavier and heavier.

I was excited, nervous, and a little scared.

Fear is fear of hearing bad news.

"Yes, it's all right..."

Li Yun whispered to himself in the air, as if he was cheering himself up.

…

Huafeng City, built in the far north of the big city, the beginning of the Yuan Kingdom was built to resist the wilderness, since the barbarians were swept away, Huafeng City withdrew, leaving most of the old, weak, sick and disabled, the former prosperous city experienced the destruction of the barbarians, and experienced the destruction of the Yuan Kingdom The establishment of the Immortal God Dynasty, two hundred years down, Huafeng City has long been without the scene of the year.

Even has long been forgotten by the Immortal God Dynasty, no one will tax every year, and no people from the court will appear here, this is a city that has been forgotten by the world.

At present, there are only 20,000 people in total.

Inside the city, a group of people put on their clothes and walked out of the house, carrying the wind and snow in a certain direction.

This year has entered spring, but due to regional reasons, it is still very cold, and the people are not able to grow grain at present.

They left in droves because they needed to get a bowl of relief porridge, otherwise it would be difficult to survive the cold winter.

On the way, the thin, small-eyed, yellow-haired girl led her younger brother, who was a few years younger than herself, to follow the crowd towards a large compound.

Therefore, many came with curious eyes, looking at the two children unscrupulously.

But seven or eight years old, the dark-faced younger brother shrunk down, held his sister's hand tightly, leaned close to his sister and whispered: "Sister, I'm afraid." ”

The girl clasped her brother's hand and tried to calm her tone, she touched the boy's head with her other free hand, and comforted: "It's okay, uncles are just curious, no malice, don't be afraid, we have left the village." ”

"But sister, where are we going, I'm so hungry."

The boy clutched his shriveled stomach and said in a very small voice, and when he was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

The girl surrounded the surrounding human wall, the cold wind blew through her face, and a pair of blank yellow eyes flashed with deep confusion.

"It's all right, I've heard that there is a great good man in the city, and that great good man has a good heart, maybe we can sell ourselves to that great good man, so that we won't be hungry," said the girl, who herself did not believe her words.

In these years, where did so many good people come from?

It's mostly profitable.

But these don't matter anymore, the girl only wants her brother to be fed now, she has already decided, sell herself, all the money sold to her brother, there is a distant relative in the city, divide half of the money sold to the relatives, let them take care of the younger brother, with the silver, they will not let the younger brother starve to death, and when the younger brother is older, you can take the remaining half of the silver to find a job.

As for yourself, whatever.

The girl smiled bitterly in her heart, just grabbed her brother's hand and followed the crowd like a corpse.

Soon after, the crowd stopped, and the girl could smell the diffuse smell of rice, and the sweet rice wafted from the cooked porridge, making everyone involuntarily roll their throats and swallow saliva.

"Is there really a soup kitchen?" The girl stared ahead in disbelief and muttered to herself.

Huafeng City is poor, even big families don't dare to give porridge, she originally thought that the great good man was just a few steamed buns mixed with gravel, but she didn't think that it was really porridge.

"Of course, Xiaomei should be from the surrounding villages," a middle-aged woman next to her sighed: "This great good man, he came to us decades ago, and he gave porridge every winter, and he has been giving porridge for almost ten miles. ”

"Yes," the girl took her brother's hand, patted the team, and stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of her, dressed in white and wearing a hat on her head, like a fairy daughter.

Bodhisattvas are nothing more than that.

"Madam, it's cold, I'll come here, you better go home and rest."

At the side of the porridge shop, a young man as tall as a bear and carrying a long knife at his waist bent over and whispered to persuade him.

He was very respectful of the woman next to him.

"No," the woman exhaled like a lan, shook her head lightly and refused, she made porridge for the people, and said softly: "How is your father lately, Xiaofeng." ”

When Zhou Feng heard this, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He endured the sadness in his heart and tried his best to make his tone normal: "My father, he has reached the limit, and I heard that the doctor outside said that it may only be a few days." ”

The woman's hand scooping porridge paused.

"Hey!"

Xiao Rou sighed deeply, a pair of beautiful eyes have long lost the previous aura, after hundreds of years of tempering, her eyes already have a sense of vicissitudes.

"Grandmaster Zhou has helped me too much, I have lived for so many years, and now I can't hold it anymore, Zhao Xianling died a hundred years ago, Grandpa Sun left fifty years ago to find a breakthrough, and now Grandmaster Zhou is about to leave, and the old man is withering."

As she spoke, she suddenly said: "Xiaofeng, you have protected me for so many years, the affection between my husband and you back then has almost dispersed, you are still young, it is better to follow Li Rou, leave this city and go to the outside place." ”

"Madam, my father has asked me to protect you all the time, this is our family rule, how can I not do it?" Zhou Feng straightened up, looked at the woman in front of him, opened his mouth slightly, and stopped talking.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Madam," Zhou Feng bowed and said in a deep voice: "You have been staying here for more than a hundred years, but the master has never returned, so let's leave." ”

"Nope."

Xiao Rou shook her head, her tone was flat but firm: "In my life, I just want to find him, you have to go all over, you have done your best to the Li family." ”

Seeing this, Zhou Feng didn't say anything more, just took two steps back and made a posture of guard.

Xiao Rou just scooped porridge for the people in line as before.

"Thank you, thank you, Bodhisattva."

"Great good people live a long life, thank you great good people."

One by one, the people got the porridge, and they were sincerely grateful, and Xiao Rou smiled back.

She has been doing this good deed of soup porridge for almost ten years, at first she felt that the people in the city were hard, and then after an ascetic monk learned that she could accumulate merit by doing good deeds in soup porridge, gradually, Xiao Rou persevered, she wanted to accumulate enough merit.

It's been ten years.

It had been one hundred and sixty-four years, three months, and twenty-one days since he disappeared.

Dust to dust, under the wheel of time, the ancients have all withered, Xiaorou herself doesn't know why she can live until now, but she knows very well that no matter what, waiting for him.

At this time, even Xiaorou herself didn't know what she was waiting for, maybe it was the obsession in her heart, the one who won all battles and her own father-in-law, I'm afraid she couldn't wait in her life.

Gradually, Xiao Rou's eyes became a little hazy.

She seemed to have seen the scene in countless dreams for hundreds of years, the dilapidated hut in Chunyang Town.

A man and a woman sat on a cold chair eating the meal that had just been prepared, the girl's cooking was very unpalatable, but the man still had a smile and swallowed it in a big gulp, while eating, laughing and mocking the girl, the angry girl snorted coldly and said don't overdo it.

The girl's appearance, she could see clearly, it was exactly what she looked like.

But the appearance of a man, Xiao Rou's heart beats, but she can't see it clearly.

All she remembered was that smeared smile, that stiff smile that looked cold, but laughed heartily at herself.

The man's appearance became blurred, and a double image appeared.

Finally, slowly overlapping, a familiar black coat, smiling and stretching out his hand, holding a broken bowl from nowhere.

He said, "Great good man, bring me a bowl of porridge." ”

(End of chapter)