"In this world, there is a holy beast. It resembles a horse, but it has a single horn on its head, golden flames burning all over its body, and a pair of white wings. It is said that those who see it will have a chance to make a wish to it. And it will do its best to fulfill that person's wishes. Its name is ——。 ”

"You don't know what it's called, old Zhangtou. How many years have you been talking about it? How many times has the village chief said that you were a famous talent in the ten miles and eight towns near our village, how did you become like this when you came back from the Beijing examination, and you talked all day long! What is the use of talking about divine beasts and holy beasts? Even if you don't pass the exam, people still have to live, you have to cheer up, Tianhe is still young, even if it is not for you, for that child........ Hey!".

A man with a hoe who passed by interrupted and said rudely.

Sitting at the door of the dilapidated house, the old man who raised his head and talked to himself lowered his head and glanced at the man with the hoe and said:

"Kid of the Zhao family, what do you know? I did see it back then. Tianhe ······· He ······· Hey"

As he spoke, Lao Zhangtou seemed to be caught in a memory, and his eyes became confused and chaotic.

"Huh" The man with the hoe sneered.

"Old Zhangtou, you don't rely on the old and sell the old here. You're not a few years older than me. The old people say that you have committed a big crime, and God can't stand it anymore, so you have become the same as you in your thirties and eighty. You are still ashamed to say that you have seen some so-called divine beasts?

As he spoke, he didn't look at Old Man Zhang, turned around and left. It's like I'm afraid of getting into something. The steps are fast, and in the blink of an eye, they are gone.

The old man sighed heavily, and turned into his dilapidated courtyard.

It's just that when he turned around, his mouth moved, as if he had said something. If someone is around, you can hear the word:

"It's called - With the Wind". As he spoke, Lao Zhangtou's hand reached into the pocket of his tattered clothes, and took out a bead, but the bead was dim, if it weren't for the nervous look on Lao Zhangtou's face, no one would treat this as a treasure, only a child's plaything.

Chapter 1 of "The Legend of Tianhe Cultivating Immortals" I'll tell you a story It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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