Qianyun took five taels of silver to buy a few large bags of buns, and entered the beggar street again, as soon as the children saw someone entering the alley, they immediately prepared to surround them, but as soon as they saw that it was her, the leaders suddenly stopped, and the light in their eyes dimmed instantly.

She lifted the paper bag containing the bun and shook it, walked over with a smile, bent down and said softly, "Little friend, my sister went back to buy food for you just now, isn't she hungry?"

Sure enough, when they heard that there was something to eat, the children's eyes lit up, and a large circle of people quickly surrounded Qianyun again.

Qianyun gave a few buns to the children around her, watching them hold the buns in both hands and bite them in big mouths, and then looked at the beggars who looked older and sat motionless on the ground, and felt that they were quite well-behaved and knew that they cared about the young.

"Sister asks you, which of you is the oldest, and who has been here the longest?" asked Qianyun as she turned to the child.

The child may have been hungry for too long, and he was immersed in eating buns, and he didn't care about listening to what Qianyun said.

Qianyun was helpless, and when he wanted to continue to distribute buns, he saw a boy about ten years old walking over, swallowing the buns in his mouth and saying timidly: "My name is Xiaokou, I am ten years old, and I have been here for a long time." ”

Qianyun knew that he was a little scared, so she tried her best to say softly: "Xiaokou is really good, can you do my sister a favor?"

Xiao Kou nodded, still not daring to look up at Qianyun's eyes.

"Can you help my sister distribute these bags of buns to everyone? ”

Hearing her say that she was going to subcontract for everyone, Xiaokou finally raised his head to look at her, looking at her gentle smiling face, he grinned and nodded, hugged the bag in Qianyun's hand with both hands, spread his legs and ran to the back to subcontract for everyone.

The bun was handed over to Xiaokou, and several children ran over with Xiaokou, and they no longer surrounded Qianyun. Seeing them gobbling up the buns, Qianyun couldn't say what it felt in her heart.

It's just that no matter how much emotion I have, I can only bury it in my heart, and I believe that there is no shortage of beggars here, and they all ended up homeless because of the emperor's improper governance of the country.

Qianyun continued to walk inside with a heavy heart, this time she was a little smarter, and hid a few buns on her body to avoid people who were too hungry.

The more you go inside, the more worrying you become, as the boy said, there are not only beggars but also corpses in it. This will happen to see a lady holding a dead child and crying, this scene makes her heart unspeakably uncomfortable, as if something is choked in her chest, uncomfortable.

She dragged a heavy heart to the eldest mother, put down the only few buns, the mood was too depressed to know how to comfort the eldest mother, so she had to get up and continue walking along the beggar's street, until she came to a disabled old man, did not stop.

It was this person, his aura was different from others, but Qianyun also felt that his aura was getting weaker and weaker.

"Grandpa, are you hungry?" Qianyun didn't know why the ghost asked such a question, maybe he was too pitiful.

The old man screamed twice, and Qianyun knew that he had been cut out of his tongue, who was so cruel that he had no limbs left, and he didn't even have a tongue.

It's just that sympathy doesn't help, and she doesn't know what she can do.

"Old man, I can feel that you are different from ordinary people, I want to take the liberty of asking if you know about cultivating immortals and cultivating?" Qianyun didn't know what the old man wanted to express, so he could only say the question he wanted to ask first.

Hearing this, the old man's eyes widened, his eyes full of shock.

From the analysis of his expression, Qianyun knew that he seemed to have found the right person.

"Grandpa, my name is Qianyun, I can feel a different aura on you, I want to ask if you know the method of cultivating immortals? Or do you know what is going on with body cultivation? I need to improve my cultivation, but I found that no one in the Heavenly Desolate Continent knows the magic of cultivating immortals, and today I found you with my perceptual ability, I hope you can tell me why." Qianyun said sincerely.

The old man trembled and shed tears of excitement.

Qianyun panicked again, what happened to her today, she always made others cry, she quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, didn't I say anything right, don't cry, junior is rude!"

"He has lived for more than a hundred years, and when he used to have strength, he always used to bite the stick with his mouth and scribble on the ground, if it wasn't for the Seventh Master to see him pitiful and bring him here, it is estimated that he would have died long ago. Another old beggar sitting next to him said, although he couldn't understand what Qianyun was saying.

"Who is the Seventh Master?" Qianyun became interested in this Seventh Master.

The old beggar stood up tremblingly with the broken bowl, then took the stick on the wall and went out slowly, and said to Qianyun as he left: "The seventh master used to occasionally come to bring us food, but he hasn't been here for half a year. ”

Qianyun watched the old beggar leave, he should have gone to beg for food!

'Ahhh

Qianyun was pulled back by the old man's voice, and she watched as the old man kept staring at the small stick in front of him, screaming 'ahhhh

"Grandpa, do you want me to help you bring the little stick on the ground?" Qianyun guessed his thoughts.

The old man nodded.

Qianyun hurriedly helped him bring the small stick, wiped it clean with his sleeve and handed it to the old man.

The old man bit the small stick with his mouth, fell to the ground, hunched over and drew on the ground, he wrote a lot, but unfortunately Qianyun couldn't understand these words, these words never appeared in the memory of the original owner, and it should not be the words of the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

"Grandpa, I can't read what you wrote. ”

The old man paused, his eyes glazed over at the words on the ground, then he looked up at Qianyun, 'Ahhh

Qianyun guessed what he meant, and asked him, "Do you want me to wipe these off?"

The old man nodded. Qianyun hurriedly did so and erased all the words in front of the old man.

The old man continued to bite the stick and write three words, and Qianyun felt that these three words were a little familiar. She looked at the old man and asked uncertainly, "What sect did you write about?"

The old man nodded happily, it seemed that he affirmed Qianyun's guess, but there was one more word that stumped Qianyun, what sect is it?

Qianyun squatted down and studied for a long time before trying to ask: "Is this word "Xuan", Xuanzongmen?"

Qianyun looked up at the old man, looking at him excitedly and nodded hurriedly, she knew that she was right, it was indeed the Xuanzong Sect.

It's just that the old man's face suddenly became even paler, his whole body trembled, and his body became more and more illusory, as if he was about to disappear from this world.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? What's wrong, what's... How can I save you?" Qianyun was overwhelmed by this sudden situation, and was suddenly a little stunned.

The old man smiled and shook his head, his mouth moving, as if he had said something, and as if he had said nothing, he disappeared completely.

Qianyun's eyes were filled with tears, his mood was extremely depressed, the old man's mouth shape Qianyun could read it, he said please, what can make him hold on to his broken hands and feet, and he still has to live without even a tongue, what happened.

It seems that that that there may be the place he is looking for, and only when he goes there can he solve the mystery of this old man's body.

Qianyun slowly walked out of Beggar Street with a depressed mood, she didn't plan to go back to Yuwang's Mansion now, so she kept walking into the depths of Ba Street, until she walked out of Ba Street and reached the foot of a mountain, she didn't stop.

She leaned against a tree at the foot of the mountain, recalling what had just happened, thinking of the content of the cultivation booklet, Qianyun believed that the cultivation of immortals must exist in this world, but she didn't find it for a while, but if you don't work hard, you will never find a way out. Qianyun made up her mind to start cultivating her body.

She walked to the top of the hill and looked at the distant Bajie, where the crowds shuttled, still lively.

Although the mountain peak was not high, she could feel the breeze blowing from all sides, and there was a large clean stone next to it, so she walked straight over and sat down, recalling the contents of the cultivation book.