Author: ༺Battle of Tiandu ༻

The border of Tianchen Kingdom, Qingyuan City

Qingyuan City is a city that is not too big, there are about 5,000 households living in the city, and the main streets in the city are lined with all kinds of golden flags, such as restaurants, teahouses, pharmacies, and inns.

Residents come and go, walking in a hurry on the streets of the city, on weekdays the streets of the city are also crowded, there are horse-drawn carriages to deliver goods, old women across the bamboo basket to buy vegetables, and ox carts pulling melons, fruits and vegetables.

There are even pickers who walk the streets and alleys, shaking rattles in their hands from time to time to make a knocking sound, and shouting loudly in their mouths.

It is mainly to sell some small things, gadgets, and deliver door-to-door services to some residents who are inconvenient to go out on weekdays.

If you encounter a major festival, the ordinary residents who come out to walk the streets and alleys are even more crowded and hot, adding a lot of hustle and bustle to this ordinary border town.

One evening, the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder and lightning, and the arc of lightning rushed like a razer through the black and oppressive clouds, and suddenly the sky was stormy and the wind was fierce.

Gusts of wind blew fiercely through the streets of the city, and at the same time, the wind swept up the fallen leaves and weeds, and flew to the leeward or corners.

In a matter of moments, the downpour poured down from the black clouds, and the huge raindrops hit the tiles of the black stone roof, "crackling" like fried beans.

At this time, in the western district of Qingyuan City, in a very ordinary wooden house, there was a middle-aged woman about thirty-five or sixteen years old, who was babbling and scolding in front of a damp and narrow firewood house, and all kinds of ugly words and scolding as if she didn't want money.

"You useless thing, you are reading there all day long with the Four Books and Five Classics, and you still want to take the Xiucai test, just rely on your pig-like brain to have anything, don't hurry up and work for the eldest mother."

"Give it back to the eldest mother all day long and tell me that there is gold in the book, you can take it out and show it to me now, I will see if your skin is itchy again, if you owe a beating, if it is not for the sake of the death of your parents, the eldest mother is too lazy to take you in."

"Auntie, I know it's wrong, I'll go make a fire and cook immediately", and then a trembling young man's voice came from inside the firewood room.

I saw a young man with a yellow face and thin muscles covered with patches on his clear cloth robe, tightened some thin clothes on his body, lowered his head slightly, and walked out of the firewood room slowly.

This young man's name is "Lin Yunchen", he has just turned fifteen years old this year, and because of long-term malnutrition, he is not very tall, and his hands and face are very rough and dark due to the long-term work in the wind and sun.

The boy hurried to the kitchen, and began to work on his feet to make this evening's dinner, and it seemed that he did not do such household chores on weekdays.

The ancestors of the Lin family were all engaged in the medicinal herb business, and there was a small medicinal herb shop in Qingyuan City, and the whole family of three lived on this medicinal herb shop, and their lives were extremely poor.

Lin Yunchen's parents were robbed by a group of vicious bandits outside Qingyuan City five years ago when they went out to deliver goods, and unfortunately Lin Yunchen's parents were killed by a gang of bandits, and they did not come back alive.

Since his parents were killed by bandits, Lin Yunchen was the only one left in the family, and he had to live in his uncle's house as a last resort, and the original house was also mortgaged to others as a way to pay off the loss of medicinal materials.

Lin Yunchen's eldest uncle, Lin Yifeng, saw that Lin Yunchen, who was only ten years old at the time, was alone, and took pity on him and took Lin Yunchen behind.

Lin Yifeng also kindly paid for Lin Yunchen to study in a private school in the city, so that Mr. Teaching could teach him to read and write, and he could also win fame and make a difference in the future.

Lin Yifeng, who runs in a small pharmacy, as long as he has free time to go home, he will teach Lin Yunchen some simple ways to cure diseases and save people.

Because Lin Yifeng has to take care of the business in the shop for a long time, he basically doesn't have much time to take care of Lin Yunchen, so he can only let his wife take care of it.

Lin Yunchen, who was busy cooking dinner in the kitchen, was busy with his hands non-stop, due to the heavy rain that wet the firewood, the wood in the stove was not easy to burn, and the black smoke in the kitchen was billowing out, choking Lin Yunchen's snot and tears only came out.

Aunt Lin came to the outside of the kitchen, and her mouth was still scolding unforgivingly, "You useless thing, just eat and drink for nothing, and let the old lady spend money for you to study, now you can't even make a fire, hurry up and get out of me, the farther you go, the better."

In the past five years, every day like this deliberate difficulty, Aunt Lin was angry, and she would ask Lin Yunchen to get out of the Lin family, because Aunt Lin didn't want to raise an outsider who didn't have much affection for herself.

Because Aunt Lin and her husband have no children, they don't like Lin Yunchen very much, and even blame Lin Yunchen for having no children, saying that Lin Yunchen is a mourning star, and their family has no children.

Lin Yunchen basically didn't have his own room in this house, let alone any status, and he could only settle in the dark and damp firewood room.

I am busy washing clothes and cooking every day, and I am busy doing some other rough work before and after, so I basically don't have much time to study.

Lin Yunchen's uncle rarely goes home in order to take care of business, and he basically doesn't know what his wife does, and thinks that Lin Yunchen is okay at home, so he hasn't asked Lin Yunchen about things in his life.

Lin Yunchen finally couldn't bear it today, the eldest lady had deliberately made things difficult in the past five years, threw down the firewood in his hand to prepare for cooking, got up and showed frost on his face, took a step and turned around to go out, and immediately returned to the firewood room, packing some of his worn-out clothes and some yellowed books.

Then out of the gate of the firewood room, Lin Yunchen was ruthless, his face was gloomy, and he said to Aunt Lin, who was still chattering and scolding in the yard: Auntie, I will do whatever you want, I will go, thank you and Uncle for taking care of me in the past few years, I will never come to disturb your life in the future.

After finishing speaking, Lin Yunchen took his baggage, turned around and strode out towards the door.

At this time, on the street of Qingyuan City, due to heavy rain, both sides of the street were closed, and there were no pedestrians on the road, only a thin figure holding a shabby oil-paper umbrella.

Walking slowly towards the outside of Qingyuan City, the thin figure looked so depressed and lonely, the shabby oil-paper umbrella could not cover his thin figure at all, and the clothes on his body in many places had been wet.

The overwhelming downpour was still falling, and Lin Yunchen didn't know where he should go, so he could only go anywhere, three hours later, outside Qingyuan City, in a dilapidated mountain temple.

This dilapidated mountain temple, because no one has taken care of it for a long time, let alone any incense, the temple is already dilapidated, the ruins are broken and the spider webs are dense, and the surrounding weeds are overgrown.

The beams and pillars of the roof in the main hall also collapsed a lot, and the collapsed beams smashed the stone statue on the main seat in the main hall, and it was no longer possible to see which mountain god was enshrined.

At this time, there was a thin figure walking back and forth in the temple, looking for combustible wood to make a fire to keep warm, and this young man was Lin Yunchen, who had been kicked out of the house before.