At the beginning of the next morning, the earth woke up, and the west gate of Los Angeles walked a purple robe, the east gate walked a black robe, and the north gate walked a green robe.

The teenager hadn't made an agreement yet, so they parted ways.

When parting, there is only a smile between each other.

No one knows what the future will look like, and they can't see it clearly.

The green-robed young man packed his bags, and a piece of dead wood and branch on the side of his waist was kept by him in the space ring, holding a long stick in his hand, Xuan Chan traveled far away like a wanderer, looking ahead.

He didn't know where to go.

The brocade-clothed young man asked him to get back his dependence, and he wanted to see her again.

While she is not yet transcendent, while she can still see the wind and snow behind her, while she is still young, she is still shameless.

The young man looked into the distance, he wanted to go to the Cangming Palace, to look at the white clothes from afar, to remember it.

The green-robed young man was emaciated, his stomach was slightly cold, and his forehead was a little hot, and suddenly this remnant body had been destroyed by the world and began to fall apart, and the slightest crack was dense, and it was difficult to bear the excess burden.

The spine is broken.

The green robe is in the wind and frost, wandering.

Honey milk. Maybe this is the last time I drank it in my life.

The young man was weak and weak, and he tasted the milk/water in the pot, and the little lazy insect on the top of his head was warm, orange, and bright, and the ants were illuminated delicately, and it was difficult to hide.

Let's see what you look like. That embarrassing and humble appearance.

The boy looked up at the sky, his eyes were gray and wounded, and the pedestrians around him were hurrying and smiling, and the boy walked from under the eaves to the shade of the trees, and from the shade of the trees to the grass, and laid himself down on the ground, looking for the last sense of security.

The world is so big that there is nothing to hide.

The green-robed boy closed his eyes, searching for the darkness. He didn't want to see the sun, he wanted to bury himself. If he had to leave L.A., he wanted to make his home in the alleys of the West. An old beggar had just left, and no one was fighting him for a job.

Wrapped in a green robe, Xuan Chan had a headache and brain fever, and after waking up from sleep, he closed his eyes and washed his face by the stream, and the clear spring water wiped the dirt all over his body, telling him that you are still alive.

The earth is covered in silver, and the young man looks at the official road that comes and goes, the vision under the shade of the trees is dim and lazy, and there are many homeless ronins coming and going on the spacious official road, just like him. However, he seems to be more immature.

The beggars on the side of the road stared, pondering.

A beggar and a part-time worker, such a child, can still resell.

In the distance, a group of flowers gathered silently, scattered around the rock, and under the shade of a tall tree, a strong beggar was sitting in the air, staring at the gray steamed bun in his hand, and the other hand smashed the nest head on the rock with the stone, soaked in a wooden bowl containing water, a body of tendon meat, long hair slightly tied, looking like a dog.

Feeling the sight in the distance, Xuan Chan clenched the long stick in his hand, and then slowly let go.

Not necessarily beatable.

The green-robed young man stood in place blowing the wind, and the beggars picked up the winter grain that had been stored for many days, and their sad and numb faces showed a little satisfaction.

Although Los Angeles is prosperous in commerce and there is a lot of goods in the northern province, they can't get into the city, and the merchants outside will knock them out when they see that they will starve to death if they don't buy it, the price is high and the quality is unbearable, and they rarely have a few days a year to eat clean and fresh food.

They are all rotten people, but they know to cherish this moment.

They have no future, maybe no past, and now, they are all converging on the North Road of Los Angeles.

It's just because of this that I can live.

Luocheng is an important commercial border city in Beichen, the four official roads in the southeast and northwest are also noisy with cars and horses, but the south is the South Tianjing, the west is Shanhaiguan, and the east is Yanmen Pass, these places are all great dangerous places, only the north leads to Xuanwu, which is the main trade port of Luocheng, and the Luohe River bears seventy percent of the cargo transportation in Los Angeles, and the situation is relatively peaceful.

In addition, this road is also a place for high-ranking officials and nobles to send their children to experience and raise sheaths for wizards, so there are also a lot of bird's nest women, and those respected girls in Chinese costumes have seen such scenes of Wuyangyang, most of them will be soft-hearted and give alms, and Miss Dahu is extremely good-looking, and the young man will also show something in order to show off, so these ronin people can survive, and by the way, they have to fatten up the bandits in the surrounding hills, making the local government of a small city and a small county miserable.

The nobles who paid taxes to the commoners, but the nobles supported the bandits in return to the commoners.

How pathetic.

But could the nobles really not know the consequences of what they had done?

No, they get gratitude from the beggars, they get luck from this, that's enough.

Leaning on the trunk of the tree, the green-robed young man stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair in front of his forehead, wrapping his fingers in circles, his vision was illusory, and his brain was blank.

He wondered where the road was.

He was wondering where he was.

He couldn't figure it out. He forgot the boy tour he once wished for, the unsheath he once dreamed of, why he crossed the river, why the other side, whether that day had changed, how the situation in the world was changing, all of this had nothing to do with him.

Even, I don't know if I want to live.

This one is too far away to see clearly, and I can't even see myself clearly.

Even now he still doesn't know what happened to his body, it's like someone is holding a spoon and digging out his body, spoonful after spoonful, until it hollows him out.

Not only is he no longer arrogant, he is so cold that he can't even be counted as a teenager.

It's too cold.

It's so cold that it loses its dignity. He thought he had a backbone and could be strong, he thought he had blood and would resist, he thought that if he was willing to work hard, he would have hope and set off the storm......

Actually, he's nothing. He saw himself clearly. Cartilage.

The green-robed young man smiled indifferently, very calmly.

He will not be ashamed anymore.

It's the same as those beggars.

Looking at these vampires, looking at this piece of ronin Xuan Zen was silent.

Since they came here, they have understood two truths: one is not to meddle in things, and the other is that as long as you kneel, you will not starve to death.

It's a dirty ant, what dignity do you want.

Being alive is the greatest truth.

They are numb, they are used to it, they benefit from it, they feel that this is the truth.

Xuan Chan mocked and chuckled. Isn't he the same as these beggars? With hands and feet, he looked like a teenager, kneeling on the frozen ground, like a dog.

Aren't they all the same? Without identification, you can't live in peace, you can't practice, you are born to trample on it, you don't care, you float in the wind, and when you die, no one can pick it up.

Does Tiannan Village still have anything to do with him, he can die of exhaustion on the road. Does that group of Tianjiao have anything to do with him, they are Tianjiao, and he is just an animal. Does the brocade-clothed young man have anything to do with him, he traveled seven thousand miles and didn't see him in this life. Does this world have anything to do with him, false, so fake that he doesn't exist.

Who to laugh at, who to cry to?

The teenager is calm.

So calm. There are no emotions. This is the reality, what to struggle with, what to resist against.

It's so peaceful.

The moonlight is quiet, the sound of firecrackers in Los Angeles in the distance, and the beggars in the near distance are peaceful and quiet.

They had suffered and felt that they were too unlucky, so they thought themselves unlucky, fell on their knees, and became beggars.

Most of these beggars who are still alive today are exquisite, and they are born pillars. After all, the nobles are not stupid, if they don't have the ability, they can't get charity, so don't look at their food and clothing, they are just here to save money, and when the gold hundred taels drive north, change their outfits, that is a landlord.

Therefore, there is also a saying among the folk that "North Los Angeles Road, every inch of land is gold", which originally meant that there were too many beggars, and if they wanted to live, they had to grab a position, and a radish and a pit were extremely rare, and later extended to these old beggars to save money everywhere, so that "every inch of land is gold".

It can also be seen from the side that those nobles give money not in kind, but in money.

It's no wonder that the prices of the carriages and horses coming and going in the north road are so consistent, probably because they want to get the bounty back.

The green-robed young man closed his eyes and cultivated, no longer paying attention to this thing outside his body, and was embarrassed alone.

North Los Angeles is a more brutal and barbaric place than the west. It's a cannibal.

I'm so hungry.

The spring breeze blew off the yellow leaves, and the boy fell asleep weakly.

In sleep, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

It's spring.