There are immortals in the broken temple!

It is a pity that in the eyes of the little beggar, the brilliance belonging to the gods almost disappeared dimly, and such an abnormal phenomenon can only appear when the gods themselves sleep for a long time, or the gods collapse and die.

"There is also a spiritual realm in this heaven and earth, and it may be a war between gods. This is not without precedent, it is just too little. ”

The little beggar took a deep breath, took the incense candle in front of the idol, lit it with a handful of dead grass, threw it into the discarded and dilapidated incense burner, and threw a few pieces of wood into it.

The little beggar looked around and found a clay pot with a missing handle, filled with raw water, picked it up vigorously, turned around and put it on the censer.

The scorching tongue of fire licked the crockpot like crazy, and the cold raw water inside soon emitted white smoke. It didn't take long for a series of gurgling sounds to emerge.

The little beggar took a wooden stick removed from the window and lifted the clay pot out of the incense burner, and went outside the door to pour it on the dead black dog. The black and shiny fur was scalded off in a blink of an eye, revealing a dog body that was white and red in the east and west.

Without a knife in hand, he disemboweled the black dog and took out the excess viscera, and the little beggar did not dislike it, dragging the black dog washed with hot water and walking in, throwing it directly onto the incense burner, and just clasping the fire with his limbs facing down.

The next thing to do is to search for usable wooden planks and throw them into the incense burner to help burn them. The little beggar's stomach was empty, and he struggled to squeeze out his strength and continued to be busy.

The fire continued to grow, and the fur that had not been burned off the ground, although wet and sticking to the black dog, was quickly dried and charred after being burned by the flames, and turned into a pinch of ash powder that fell, revealing the white skin of the dog.

As the temperature rises, the skin, exposed to the fire, quickly fades its primary color, turning into a delightful caramel yellow with an enticing ripe aroma.

Although there was no oil, no salt and no taste, the little beggar drooled greedily, and even screamed from hunger, as if urging his master to eat two mouthfuls to pad his stomach.

"I still need a knife, even if it's a knife. ”

The little beggar looked around to the left and right, of course, he didn't find anything, but he quickly remembered something, and his eyes shifted to the statue of the god, the statue of the general made of mud and wood, which was still a little iron, that is, the front part of the three-pointed two-edged knife.

Anyway, there was no one around, and the little beggar was a ruthless man who was not afraid of heaven and earth, so he stepped on the incense case and went to the altar, grabbed the general's weapon with both hands, and pulled it out a little harder.

The little beggar who fell into his hand knew that the whole body of the gun was wooden, only the front end was pig iron, and the outside was covered with gold paint, so he grabbed the three-pointed two-edged gun and knocked it the incense case.

With a click, the human god idol of the former general was broken in two, and the useful front part also left a section of the spear body, which could just be changed to a grip.

The little beggar held the iron blade in his right hand, and felt the heavy weight, and his heart was very satisfied. Grabbed the black dog with his left hand, turned over a little hard, and put the iron object in the fire to burn for a while.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife wrapped in gold lacquer quickly faded its delightful color under the licking of the tongue of fire, revealing the swarthy pig iron body, which was surprisingly smooth as new, much to the little beggar's surprise.

Now that the tableware was ready and he had been busy for a while, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the little beggar's forehead, and he was not polite at this time, so he approached directly with a knife and cut a piece of fragrant meat.

The little beggar was not afraid that his mouth would burn, and after blowing a few breaths, he raised his head and opened his mouth to bite it, and chewed it directly. The burnt grease burst out in his mouth, and the saliva mixed with the fragrant meat turned into a stream of heat that quickly passed down his throat and landed in the shriveled stomach, slightly stretching open the tightly clinging stomach wall.

"Delicious...... I've never eaten such delicious fragrant meat, and it's worth it!"

The little beggar kept eating fragrant meat in his mouth, and exclaimed with pleasure, and if he had wine in his hand, he might have screamed.

Such a scene, if seen by acquaintances, will definitely be a good story. It's a pity that the little beggar doesn't have this self-consciousness, maybe he doesn't care at all, and still works hard to fill his stomach.

The beggars of the General's Temple will not return until the evening, and now they must be staying in various assigned positions, waiting for the kind-hearted people to feed, and they will not compete with the little beggars at all.

However, the little beggar's body died once, and his vitality was greatly lost, and the fragrant meat only filled his stomach, and if he wanted to make up for it, he had to spend money on herbs to make up for it.

"It's easy to get some medicine money to replenish your body, it's a trivial matter. Let's focus on the present for now, and talk about it later. ”

The little beggar eats half of the dog alone, not because he can't eat it, but because he can't eat too much, otherwise he will die alive. In addition, there are still remnants of thoughts in this body, which seem to be resentment, but there is a little joy, and the good memories left by the past are very complicated, in short.

"An orphan who doesn't even have a name, I don't have to inherit anything, it's better to restore my real name Ye Zhiqiu!"

As soon as the words fell, a faint black appeared on the little beggar's face, which soon dispersed and slowly disappeared.

After coming to the new world, Ye Zhiqiu completely had a new body and a new identity, and he took root. Because I ate more than a pound of fragrant meat just now, my poor body finally warmed up, and I can be regarded as having a little capital.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhiqiu tried many methods, due to the very different laws of heaven and earth, the more clever the qi refining secret, the lower the effect, but it was not as good as the martial arts to carry qi and blood.

"Compared with the martial arts world where martial arts are prevalent, this side of the world is larger, but the laws are becoming more and more chaotic, and there are all kinds of chaotic power systems, which can be regarded as a strange story. ”

The little beggar's life is damaged, and he has taken up his life among the three evils, and he has no money to live on. The orphans in the five shortages, without the support of their parents, have to rely on themselves for everything. ”

"Tut-tut, there is no source, no mana, even if this heaven and earth allow the Dao Fa to manifest the saints, I don't have the capital to squander it. ”

Ye Zhiqiu let go of his inspiration, and soon perceived the strong aura of death, the weight of condensation, the despair soaked in blood, and the desolation of people's hearts.

"I feel that there is a war breaking out nearby, and the smell of gunpowder has not yet dissipated, and it seems to be an opportunity to take advantage of!"

After Ye Zhiqiu ate and drank enough, he moved his hands and feet, and felt that his energy was constantly growing, so he used a three-pointed and two-edged knife to cut four dog legs, packed them in a broken sack, and directly resisted on his shoulders, dropped the bone frame casually, and left the General Temple alone.

Out of the temple gate is the east gate of Jincheng, the grass market outside is undulating, you can't see the edge at a glance, but the people are very out of tune, and the rumors and gossip are spread from ear to ear, and it is very noisy, which makes people can't help but look sideways.

Ye Zhiqiu also ignored these trivial matters, and was even more disdainful of the surrounding scenery and people, always silent and silent, selectively accepting valuable information.

The Barbarian Empire actually had a heavily armed iron cavalry at the end of the dynasty, and it could rush into the enemy camp to kill and kill in the indiscriminate bombardment of artillery, and it was opened!"

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but shake his head, relying on the strong smell on his body and the attitude that everyone avoided it, he quickly walked through the grass market and rushed to the place where the war had taken place in his inspiration.