That year, there was a lot of snow in the winter, flooding thousands of households, but inside and outside the city is very different.

Outside the carved vermilion window, the azure roof tiles have been covered by heavy snow, ice cubes hang under the jade tiles, and the cold wind passes through the alleys and corridors like a knife, not only through the carved beams and paintings of the gold shops and jade households, but also through the withered and barren old courtyards.

The wind and snow surround the heaven and earth for a long time, as if they can not be dispersed at all, in the vast air, there are no bird shadows for thousands of miles, and occasionally there will be a sound of the piano floating from nowhere, and it is also lonely by the cold wind and snow, and then dissipates silently.

At that time, the head of the Tianjian Sect was traveling down the mountain, when he slowly pushed open the vermilion mansion door, the bright yellow candles illuminated the mansion, the dignitaries were still pushing the cups and changing the lamps, the dishes had not yet been served, and the wine had not passed the three rounds, but he walked out by himself, looking at the heavy snow that had not yet fallen, and the sky was all pale and fluttering.

He held a clean paper umbrella, and his figure was a little lonely, and he walked out of the door slowly.

Year after year, the melting of the new snow shallowly paved the long years of cultivation that did not know whether the cold or the warm were cold, year after year, as if the passage of time was just a monotonous repetition.

Just like this heavy snowfall, after it sweeps, there is only one color left in the world.

The young Dao boy beside him looked at his hidden back holding an umbrella, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, the wind and snow are so heavy outside, what are you going to do?"

The bystander explained in a low voice: "Your master has never liked to be busy, he wants to go out for a walk. ”

The young Taoist boy sighed, turned around again, and turned to look at all the things around him, because others told him that today he worshiped the master and was going to go to the mountain to practice, and I am afraid that these things will not be seen in the future.

The splendid lanterns hanging from the ceiling, the hanging ribbons swaying slightly, and the fine porcelain bells around the dancers' waists tinkling, passed through the bright pavilion and faded into the snow outside the beaded curtains.

"When I go to the Heavenly Sword Gate in the future, can I still go home often?" The child in Dao Tong's clothes grabbed you and thought about it, and suddenly asked in a childish tone.

"Absolutely. ”

The middle-aged woman touched the young man's head dotingly, and after a while, her expression turned a little sad, and she couldn't help sighing: "If you become an immortal in the future, will you still think about your home like this?"

"Of course. Home so nice. It's not as good as at home. The child didn't want to say anything.

The child looked at the snow in the courtyard outside, if it weren't for a group of fairy wind and bone guests in the house today, he would be playing with the maids building snowmen right now.

When you have done the apprenticeship ceremony, you will officially become that person's apprentice. Then we went to the mountains. He was reluctant. But my father seemed to be pleased.

The middle-aged woman rubbed the child's head and hugged him into her arms. Reluctantly.

The wind and snow were shaking, the cold wind was biting, and the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect was alone, walking silently in the frost and snow.

After all, the world is no more peaceful than the mountains, and no matter how heavy the snow is, it can't hide the devastation of an old city.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he stopped holding his umbrella.

A boy in his seven or eight years old was pushed out of the mansion, and the door was slammed shut, and the boy hammered the door with his red hand as he raised his sleeve to wipe the tears that were rolling down.

The boy knocked on the door for a long time, as if exhausted, and he knelt in the snow outside the door, his eyes red.

After all, he was just a child, and a mortal, how could a thin cloth coat hold the frost and snow, the boy got up from the snow with difficulty, and walked slowly towards an alley.

The snow was deep, so every step he took was slow.

When the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect saw such a scene, he couldn't help but sigh, the world was full of states, and finally it was not as good as the Qing cultivation on the mountain, and he had no distractions, and the only obsession in his heart was to preach immortality.

After all, he still didn't stop because of a poor child, he was already an outsider, such an indifferent mind, or after years of cultivation, his heart was like water, and then he slowly walked towards another street.

The smoke of ordinary people's cooking, the silver-haired old woman with a cane, the children wearing new clothes and setting off firecrackers to cover their ears, the beggars queuing up to receive the thin relief porridge, the sound of chanting scriptures from the temple, at this time of year, there are always many people asking for incense and worshiping the Buddha. There are also manuscripts scattered in the snow by frustrated readers.

At this time, the temple bell rang, and the crowd rushed in. It seems that all the sustenance and vision for the New Year are rising in front of the gods and Buddhas.

Fireworks and bells are ringing.

The umbrella is covered with a fine layer of snow.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect was a little surprised, looking at this long-lost world, he didn't know what to think.

Step by step, he walked far from alley to alley, going round and round, his footprints overlapping with passers-by, and he could no longer be recognized.

As the night gradually fell, the vast white snow was paved with silver, and some were magnificently illuminated by the Chinese lanterns of the noble gate.

Around the corner, he saw the boy again, huddled in a dark corner, straw laid on top of her, and his weeping eyes were red and swollen.

Many people die in the city every winter, and such a sight becomes a common sight.

"Aren't you going home so late?"

The little boy looked at the young man who suddenly walked in front of him with an umbrella, tears in his eyes, and did not speak.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect sighed softly when he saw her frozen pale lips and frost-covered eyelashes.

He crouched down and patted the boy on the head. The immortal strokes the top.

The boy suddenly felt cold, he looked at this young man with a fairy wind and bones, and shrank timidly, although he didn't know what this young man with a young face but vicissitudes of life had done, but he still whispered thank you.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect asked again, "Don't you have a place to go?"

The little boy bit his lip and lowered his head, his originally jade face was touched with a lot of dirty charcoal black, a shabby dress could not even wrap him, and there were deep and shallow bruises on his arms.

"My dad died. The little boy spoke.

The little boy said intermittently: "My mother asked me to work for the Li family, and asked me to be obedient and obedient, and if I was kicked out, I would not go home." I've been working at the Li family for three months, and it's going to be fine. But they suddenly accused me of stealing, beat me, and kicked me out. ”

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at the little boy's slightly trembling shoulders, and there was a little bitterness in his already clear state of mind, he didn't ask the little boy if he really stole something, it was meaningless.

He just asked softly, "What's your name?" The little boy kept his mouth shut and lowered his head, refusing to make a sound.

"Don't you have a name?" said the little boy after a long time, "My mother said...... My mother said I was...... Grain...... The grain is warm. Wish I could...... I can have food to eat and clothing...... Wear warm, dead ...... Can't die. ”

"Liang Wensheng?" The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect whispered his name lightly, and suddenly smiled, he nodded as if he suddenly realized, and said, "Well, it turns out that the surname is Liang." ”

The little boy looked up with some confusion and looked at the gentleman in front of him, but he was at a loss.

No matter what his previous last name was. Since then, his surname has been Liang.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect laughed a few times, and he stretched out a hand to the little boy. He was young, but his hand was surprisingly broad, with heavy calluses and deep palm prints.

The little boy did not move.

"Come home with me. The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect spoke.

"No, I can't. The little boy shook his head:

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect suddenly wanted to ask: Do you know who I am? But when I thought about it, I felt that I had lost my identity too much, and I straightened my mind.

"Don't you want to live a life of worry-free food and clothing, three meals and clothing? If you are gifted and qualified enough, you can still seek a way that is beyond the reach of a mortal in a lifetime, and there is no oppressive slave master on the mountain, you just need to treat it as your own home, and take whatever you want, and no one will ask you if you have stolen something. ”

The little boy looked up, and his gray eyes glowed again, and he seemed to waver. But after a long silence, the little boy shook his head.

This is the biggest encounter in the life of the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect. The personal disciples of the head of the family, whether you are rich or rich, or high-ranking officials, all regard it as an honor to be your own disciple, but this little boy who almost froze to death has rejected him again and again.

"Why?" the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect smiled self-deprecatingly, and he still couldn't help but ask.

"The Li family hasn't given me this month's salary yet...... The family is almost out of food. The little boy cried.

"If you come with me, you, including your family, won't be worried about not being able to eat. The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect comforted:

"Liar. The little boy dodged his gaze.

"Why should I lie to you as a child?" said the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect with a smile.

"My mother said that it is impossible for anyone in this world to be good to them for no reason. The little boy said:

"Then do you want to freeze to death on this snowy night, or do you choose to go to the mountains with me?" The outstretched hand of the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect still did not retract, he thought about it and said sincerely.

The little boy blinked, the thatch was cold, and the clothes were cold.

He couldn't help but tremble and reached out and took his hand.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect took the little boy's hand and walked in the snowy night, and the little boy who had been hungry for a long time suddenly weakened his legs and fell to his knees in the snow. The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at the little boy whose knees were submerged in the snow and was struggling to get out, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said with a smile: "It can be regarded as a bowing ceremony." You will officially be my apprentice in the future, and if you are gifted, I will

The little boy looked dazed again.