Fu Huanjing was reluctant to invite him to dinner because of the Huayan Palace Master and Tianya Jiancai, and he had a small mood for a few days.

The ancient temple Moluo in the Nine Shadows and Eighteen Prisons met the sunny girl under the rain that night.

"Dare to ask where the old man has gone?" asked the Sunny Girl.

"The ancient temple purgatory is merciful, and there is no valley for life and death. Ancient Temple Mora said.

"Why did you do this to me? Is it all my fault that the two of us have no chance in this life?" said Lady Sunny weeping.

"It was not from beginning to end, it was all due to my cowardice. I did everything I could, except for what I wasn't sure about. Since you don't have a chance, let's let go of this relationship!" said Gusha Moluo.

"No, I don't want to get drunk under the moon before the moon, and leave the sea dry and rotten to drink. Qing Nu cried heartbreakingly.

The ancient temple Moluo disappeared and said goodbye to the love of his life.

"It's been a long time, is everything okay?" asked Lady Qingyi.

"Very well, right?" said the ancient temple Mora.

"All is well, except that there is no one who drinks good wine with each day. Qing Nu said.

"Why?" asked the ancient temple Mora.

"Because since I parted, I have been drinking alcohol tastelessly, and I have given up this hobby. Qing Nu said.

The status of the Southern Yi Martial Saint who killed blood in the Illusory Realm was so high that even Murong Bo, the Great Elder of the Yunding Sword Sect, who had the strongest spiritual power in the Illusory Realm, could not match it.

The old scholar of Zhongnan Mountain has no intention of asking about the rivers and lakes of the fantasy world for a long time.

How could a lowly maid of the old book sage inadvertently offend the Qilin monarch and was forcibly married by him.

Fu Huanjing was very puzzled by this, thinking that the Qilin Monarch already had ten beautiful concubines, why did he want to marry the mediocre-looking maid of the old scholar of Zhongnan Mountain in the Illusory Realm?

Fu Huanjing, who is only willing to fall in love with one person, has no intention of being a witch doctor girl in the human world, Ruan Qingting, because there are more important things that he needs to do.

The prince returned from the illusory realm Valhalla, and the prince was rebellious, slashing the murderer of his father, Juan Jie, and regaining the throne of Lingzun.

Rubin said goodbye sadly, and what she never expected was that a stranger who was no longer a friend would be even stranger than a stranger.

The walker on the other side of the illusion world is still obsessed with Rubin, looking forward to reuniting with her.

The Strange Wind Thief and Kun, holding the sword of Susu, were invincible in the illusory world for a while.

The Broken Heart has the appearance of a bewitching being, and is naturally incomparably compatible with the strong man and Kun.

The little deflated third of the shopkeepers, Fu Huanjing was finally lucky enough to meet him, he is the most beautiful character in the fantasy world at the moment.

Xiao Qisan's original name was Gong, born and raised in Lingxiao Cellar, and was raised by the shopkeeper in the deep pool of the floating and sinking dark river.

The reason why he is so beautiful now is because he has stabbed the time tyrant of the illusion world.

Lin Song, the tyrant of time, is a martyr and a woman's heart.

Lin Song thinks very highly of himself, he has to marry the barbaric princess Meng Ying of the Valhalla, even if tens of millions of people stop him, he still insists on going his own way and kills tens of millions of people in the fantasy world.

Gong Lu inadvertently became Lin Song's negative sword envoy and became the closest person to him Lin Song.

Seeing that the master had become the target of the illusory world, he took advantage of Lin Song's sleep to seal him with a sword.

On the land of Kyushu in the Dream Dynasty, there is a secluded place called Hujia Village.

There are about 30 families in the village, living a carefree and clean life. They don't know much about the deceit among the people in the court, and they don't know about the intrigues between the various sects in the rivers and lakes, and they only care about plowing the muddy fields.

In the fifth year of Qingyuan, on December 7, the heavy snow season, the goose feather snow around Hujia Village was very fierce.

The village chief, Hu Batian, had a pipe in his mouth and his fine white warm winter coat, and pushed open the door of his house with one hand. Seeing that the snow outside the door seemed to be going to fall for several days, he put on a hat and went out.

Hu Batian, the village chief who walked out of his house, wandered around Hujia Village with nothing to do. Because he was so obese, he looked like a large snowball of smoke rolling slowly on the road in the village.

After a while, the village chief Hu Batian slipped to the entrance of the academy at the east end of the village, which was different from his usual behavior of looking down on poor scholars.

It is said to be a academy, but in fact, it is just a place with a big bowl mouth, which is shabby, but it has an elegant name - Inverse Entropy Academy.

This is all because Hu Wenyu, the teacher in the academy, wanted the children in the village to know virtue and etiquette, so he paid for the construction of this humble room for the purpose of preaching and teaching and solving doubts.

Hu Batian, the village chief who slapped the snow off his body, walked into the academy softly. When he saw Mr. Wen Yu who was bowing his head on the podium and correcting the children's homework, he twisted his fat body from side to side and walked towards Mr. Wen Yu.

The village chief, Hu Batian, walked slowly in front of Mr. Wen Yu, casually brought the broken children's wooden bench to sit down, and knocked his hand on the wooden bench, the long-mouthed pipe that had been wet and extinguished by the snow.

"Mr. Wenyu, how have you been doing lately?" asked the village chief Hu Batian with a light smile.

Seeing that the village chief Hu Batian came to the Inverse Entropy Academy, Mr. Hu Wenyu hurriedly stopped writing to receive him.

"Everything is fine! I wonder why the village elder came to the humble house?" Mr. Wen Yu asked, getting up.

Suddenly, the village chief Hu Batian's face sank, and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Why? Dare to ask the village chief's house to and fro, in this academy, the upper house has been untiled?" The village chief Hu Batian looked at the roof that was not defective, got up and asked Mr. Wen Yu angrily.

Hu Lai and Hu are the two sons of the village chief, Hu Batian, who is stubborn. The two relied on the fact that they were the village chief Hu Batian, the son of a dream dynasty official, so they ran rampant in the township and played with the teacher.

"No, the two little sons of the village chief are just a little stubborn. If the villains are given more persuasion, they will surely achieve something in the future. I wonder why the village elder said this?" Mr. Wen Yu asked aggrievedly.

"Persuasion?The red and swollen face of the second son of the village chief is the so-called persuasion?" The village chief Hu Batian couldn't suppress his anger, and asked viciously by pulling Mr. Wen Yu's collar.

"Village Chief! The villain has never slapped the two Linglang in the face, so there must be a great misunderstanding in this. Mr. Wen Yu felt that he was a thousand times more wronged than that Dou E, and begged for mercy from the village chief.

Suddenly, the boy who was wiping the children's tables and chairs on the side covered his mouth and snickered.

After seeing that Mr. Wenyu found out, the young man immediately put away his laughter and continued to wipe the dilapidated tables and chairs that were covered in children's snot.

Seeing this, Mr. Wen Yu thought to himself, this must be another disaster caused by that stinky boy.

I saw that the snickering young man was not very tall, his clothes were very thin, and his body was even more skinny. Looking at his immature and youthful face, it is not difficult to guess that the young man is about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The snickering boy is named Hu Hanyan.

In the eyes of everyone in Hujia Village, the young man was just an orphan without a father or mother, and no one loved him. Although he still has an official post adoptive father Hu Yanting in Shangguan, it is better not to have it.

Why?

Since Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post who is now in Shangguan, only cares about looking for flowers and willows in Qifeng Pavilion in Shangguan every day, but allows the poor boy to fend for himself at home in Hujia Village, without asking. Moreover, every few days, he would return to his home in Hujia Village and ruthlessly take away all the copper coins that the hard-working boy earned from his miscellaneous work in the village academy.

"Sensei is talking nonsense about useless nonsense with the village chief, the village chief's beloved son was beaten in the academy. According to the law of the Dream Dynasty, it should be responsible. However, the village chief is kind-hearted, and it is not too difficult to see a weak scholar. Then compensate the village chief for ten taels of silver, what do you think?" the village chief Hu Batian took a puff of the pipe that had been lit again, and asked Mr. Wen Yu in a consultative tone.

Mr. Wen Yu glanced at the hard-working young man who was wiping the children's tables and chairs. He found that his hands were badly frostbitten, and he was very distressed, so he bore the consequences of this evil for him.

"Hey, that's it! The villain is willing, and the villain will go and get the ten taels of silver for you, the village chief. Mr. Wen Yu said.

The young man who overheard all this on the side wanted to confess to the village chief Hu Batian, it was Hu Tian and Hu Di who he was playing tricks on, and he had nothing to do with Mr. Wen Yu.

I saw the young man put down his hand to wipe the wet cloth on the children's table and chair, and walked slowly towards the village chief Hu Batian.

Suddenly, just when the young man was one step away from the village chief Hu Batian, Mr. Wen Yu hurriedly stood in front of the young man and presented ten taels of silver to the village chief Hu Batian.

When the village chief Hu Batian reached out to get the silver taels, wanted the courtyard, and went to the Fengqi Pavilion in Shangguan to look for flowers and ask for willows. He found that Mr. Wen Yu's thin hands were holding on to the silver taels, and he was unwilling to let go for a long time.

"Mr. Wen Yu, the village chief asked, do you want this silver tael, or do you want this inverse entropy academy?" the village chief asked in a strange way.

Hearing the words of the village chief, Mr. Wen Yu, who was reluctant to do anything, reluctantly let go of his hands that were clasped with silver two. After all, this inverse entropy academy is his life's work, and the silver is gone, and he can earn it again. If the Inverse Entropy Academy is gone, he will not be able to survive in the world.

The village chief Hu Batian accepted the silver taels, felt very satisfied, and hurriedly left the Inverse Entropy Academy. I saw him driving his own carriage, tirelessly beating the horses, wanting to rush to the beautiful Shangguan Qifeng Pavilion as soon as possible, and have a happy night.

Here, Mr. Wen Yu, who lost the silver taels, has recommitted his old illness, coughing and coughing.

Another teacher of the Inverse Entropy Academy, the only son of Mr. Wen Yu, Hu Wuzhou. When he heard the cough, he hurriedly brought his father a hot potion and persuaded him to drink it while it was hot.

After drinking the potion, Mr. Wen Yu was much more comfortable. He looked up at the boy who was still wiping down the table and chair, and found that the table and chair that had been wrapped in the child's snot had been completely renewed.

"All right! The children's tables and chairs have been wiped clean enough. After receiving these five copper coins, go to the restaurant and buy a few steamed buns to wrap your belly!" Mr. Wen Yu said to the young man with five copper coins in his hand.

"Got it!" the young man put down the wet cloth in his hand to wipe the children's table and chair, and walked quickly to Mr. Wen Yu.

After receiving the copper coin, the young man did not listen to Mr. Wen Yu's persuasion and bought some hot white flour steamed buns to satisfy his hunger. Instead, he walked straight to the house of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, and prepared to put the copper coins he earned in the broken jar.

Why?

Hu Yanting, the young man's adoptive father, set a death rule for him, and all the copper coins earned by doing chores in the village academy must be counted and handed over to him, otherwise the young man will have nowhere to sleep.

"Father, the son sees that you are the right person with good intentions, and the young man is like a stone-hearted person, how can he know your good intentions! But what about him! Every time he received the copper coin, he never even said a word of thanks to you, and my son really felt unworthy for you!" said Mr. Hu Wuzhou to his father.

"All this, the young man, he knew. But he didn't want to, but he said it with his own mouth and listened to it for his father, but his father was willing to wait until the day when he was willing to tell his father with his own mouth. Mr. Wen Yu looked at the door of the Inverse Entropy Academy and said earnestly to his beloved son Huwu Zhou.

Seeing that his father was so persistent, Mr. Hu Wuzhou stopped persuading.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen Yu thought back to this cold and snowy place, and the hard-working young man was still thinly dressed. Within a few days, he would be frozen, and he would be distressed.

"Wu Zhou, quickly help up for your father! That young man, on such a cold day, is still wearing only a thin dress. That's not going to work, he's going to get sick from the cold. Mr. Wen Yu instructed his beloved son Hu Wuzhou.

"Father, I am your own son, why do you care so much about that orphaned boy?" asked Mr. Hu Wuzhou, jealously.

"Wu Zhou, a poor young man, should you be jealous of him? The ancients Zeng Yun said that if you are poor, you will be good to yourself, and if you are good, you will help the world. As a father, he just gave him a trace of his care, is this worth being so jealous?" said Mr. Wen Yu.

"Father, the child is wrong, do not be angry. Your health is the greatest concern for your child. The child assures you that he will never be jealous of anyone again. Mr. Hu Wuzhou saw that his father was so disappointed in himself, so he admitted his mistake and said.

"If that's the case, then great!" Mr. Wen Yu sighed.

Mr. Wen Yu, who returned to the bedroom, lit the candle and rummaged through the wardrobe. After a while, he picked out a few pieces of his own thicker and shabby clothes, ready to be cut.

Although Mr. Wen Yu is old, his eyesight has deteriorated a lot, and he is no longer skilled in needlework, even his hands that were once strong and powerful have become skinny. However, in this harsh winter season, his heart is warm, and he wants to bring this warmth to the hard-working young man through a warm winter clothes.

So, Mr. Wen Yu endured the pain of being pricked by the tip of a needle countless times, and spent a night by the candle flame, and finally cut a warm winter dress about the size of the young man's body.

The woods are deep and secluded, wild deer appear and disappear from time to time, and so do people's hearts.

At night, the young man who returned to the house of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, found that his adoptive father was drinking at home, and knew that he must have spent all the silver taels on his body in Qifeng Pavilion in Shangguan.

The young man knew that after Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was drunk, he liked to whip him the most, so he wanted to smear oil on the soles of his feet and slip away. Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man turned around to leave, he was grabbed by Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, picked it up, and fell heavily on the cold and hard ground.

Looking at the five copper coins that fell on the ground, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was very dissatisfied, so he kicked the young man on the ground viciously.

"Stinky boy, I still want to run! Lao Tzu worked hard and raised him for fifteen years. It's a good thing, it took Lao Tzu to earn this meagre five copper coins in this whole day, what a waste it is!" Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, scolded angrily.

I saw that the hard-working young man did not resist, but instead shrunk his body into a ball, and let his official adoptive father Hu Yanting kick him in various ways.

Why?

It was only because of the fifteen years of days and nights that the poor boy had already become accustomed to these beatings. He knew very well that if he resisted, he would inevitably be beaten even more severely by Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post.

After a long time, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, was tired from kicking, so he sat down on the mattress, panting heavily.

"Stinky boy, I'm tired to death, get here!" Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, scolded the bruised young man on the ground.

The young man on the ground was speechless in pain, but he didn't dare to disobey the order of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, so he had to use the only strength he had to crawl slowly towards the feet of his adoptive father Hu Yanting.

There are ten letters in this package, which were sent to Shangguan for Lao Tzu and handed over to the official post there by hand. Within three days, if it can't be delivered, come back, Lao Tzu will be killed. If this No. 1 waste in the land of Kyushu is really not delivered on time, don't come back to see Lao Tzu again, and die outside for Lao Tzu!" said Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, pulling the young man's collar.

As soon as the words fell, Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, fell drunk on the bed and fell asleep snoring. He didn't need to hear the young man's yes or no, the boy had to say yes so that he could continue to sleep here in the future.

Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the hard-working young man's official post, was a Hujia Village official post of the Dream Dynasty, responsible for transmitting the correspondence between Hujia Village and Shangguan.

Shangguan is the superior county of Hujia Village, with a large population and a developed economy. Therefore, in Hujia Village, some enterprising men will go there to develop themselves.

Hujia Village is a hundred miles away from Shangguan. In this icy and snowy land, let a thinly dressed fifteen-year-old boy go alone, the ruthless adoptive father of the official post Hu Yanting was afraid that he really wanted to let the hard-working young man freeze to death on the way.

What's more, this 100-mile road is not a broad road. Instead, there is the Thunder Cliff where there are many bandits, the Mingyue Cave where there are thousands of ghosts and monsters, the Sword Spring where the mountain sword cultivates in the abyss, and the countless graves in the cemetery.

Take it to the chest of Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, the shriveled package containing ten letters. The young man thought to himself, if you go, you will die, and if you don't go, you will die, so it is better to go out and fight hard, in case you are lucky enough to survive!

After Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post, took off his boots, untied his clothes and pants, and let him lie comfortably in the futon. The boy picked up the five copper coins scattered on the ground and stored them in a broken clay bottle. Those five copper coins may not be anything to Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post. But for the poor boy, it was the result of his hard work, and those copper coins were no longer just copper coins, but the blood and sweat of the hard-working young man. After blowing out the candle, the young man curled up in the futon with his bruised body, and went to sleep.

In his sleep, the young man said to himself, even if he was full of pain, he must work very hard to survive. Because only by surviving can he have the opportunity to prove to his adoptive father Hu Yanting that he is not the first waste on the land of Kyushu in his mouth. Struggle!

In the early morning of the next day, every family in Hujia Village was busy with their own meals.

After simply sorting out his bags, Hu Hanyan said goodbye to Hu Yanting, who was still sleeping with his adoptive father Hu Yanting, who was still asleep.

After opening the door, Hu Han Yan was shivering by a gust of cold wind. At this time, he really wanted to go back and continue to burrow into the warm bed. However, when he turned around and saw Hu Yanting, the adoptive father of the official post on the bed, he immediately broke off his thoughts of digging his own grave.

Suddenly, under the footsteps that Hu Han Yan had just taken, he saw a patchwork of thick clothes. Because he was thinly dressed at this time, he didn't care who put it, so he picked it up and put it on his body.

For a moment, Hu Han Yan felt warm, and after he looked carefully, he found that the thick clothes were the right size for him.

Since there were not many snowflakes falling on that dress, and it was not wet by the rain and snow, it must have been put by a person who knew Hu Hanyan's work and rest quite well.

Hu Han Yan naturally knew all this, but he didn't want to tell that person. He didn't have to worry about the cold weather, but he suddenly felt refreshed, and strode towards the entrance of the village.

When passing by the Inverse Entropy Academy, Hu Han Yan stopped. He stood at the gate of the academy, looked into the courtyard, and when he found that he was looking at Mr. Wen Yu, who was teaching the children in the village, he left in a hurry.

Looking back, after looking back at the icy and snowy Hujia Village, Hu Han Yan pulled the thick new clothes on his body, and he found that it was good to be booed and asked for warmth.

Out of Hujia Village, I knew that there were only three days and a hundred miles of danger. Hu Hanyan didn't dare to delay for a moment, so he hurried forward tirelessly.

Late at night, at the foot of Thunder Bluff.

The cold and hungry Hu Han Yan came to the foot of the Thunder Cliff. He was horrified to see the countless bones on the side of the road. He wanted to bypass Thunder Cliff, but he searched around, but there was no other way.

Helpless, Hu Han Yan had no choice but to try to climb over this steep Thunder Cliff.

It is said that the bandits on the Thunder Bluff are different from ordinary bandits, they only rob tombs, not passers-by. It's just that the thief Yin Liubei is different from them tomb robbers. He would rob a passer-by and throw him into the tomb he had just stolen to serve as his scapegoat.

Fate, wonderful!

Hu Han Yan cautiously climbed halfway up the Thunder Cliff, but he happened to encounter the thief Yin Liubei, who had just come out of the thief cave.

Although Hu Han Yan didn't want to admit it, the moment he saw the thief Yin Liu, he was already a dead man.

The name of stealing the saint Yin Liubei, who kills people like hemp, is very loud. The local government of the Dream Dynasty has been wanted by him on the land of Kyushu for a long time, and even such a remote Hujia village has posted a vicious portrait of him.

Seeing a ready-made scapegoat to be slaughtered, the thief Yin Liubei was overjoyed. I saw him put down the heavy belongings he had just stolen on his back, and sat on the stones to rest, playing with his sharp bi shou.

"Little brother, don't you need to do it yourself, right?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei with a light smile.

Seeing this scene, Hu Han Yan was frightened, and his right hand clenched the Jue Soul Ying Zhu in his pocket.

"Thief Saint Hero, how about talking about a pen deal?" Hu Han Yan said calmly.

"This is really a big joke! What deal can you talk about when you are dying?" asked the thief saint Yin Liubei with a wild laugh.

"Jue Soul Yingzhu, I don't know the thief saint hero, are you interested in this business?" Hu Han Yan took out the Jue Soul Yingzhu in his pocket and asked tentatively.

"What? Again, the thief didn't hear clearly. Yin Liubei, the thief who couldn't believe his ears, suddenly stood up and asked with a serious face.

"Jue-soul-ying-zhu," Hu Han Yan read aloud word by word.

"Stinky boy, this thief saint told me that I don't want to deceive this thief saint. That immortal thing has been gone for a long time, so let's die obediently!" said the thief saint Yin Liubei.

Anyway, the thief Saint Yin Liubei clenched the sharp dagger in his hand and stabbed at Hu Han Yan with all his strength.