A young man in a plain robe walked out of the Taoist temple, stood quietly for a while, and looked at the lush trees and the blue sea under the mountain, and he couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart. Looking back at the Taoist temple where I have lived for more than ten years, I collected my mood and walked down the mountain.

Since I was a child, I fantasized about the outside world, but when I really came out, I was a little apprehensive and confused. The wind stop doesn't have much of a goal, and the only fantasy every day is to form the world outside the mountain in the heart in a night dream. Simple wishes are quickly realized, new goals have not yet been followed, and there are only infinite confusion.

A tea shop was built next to the ancient road, which is the official road connecting Liujun and Xinjun, which is still the first choice for people to travel after hundreds of years of erosion, and there are travelers and merchants passing through from time to time. It's still early, but there are already a few people in the tea shop who have ordered tea to rest.

The tea shop is rudimentary, with simple wooden shelves and a thick layer of straw on top to shelter from the abundant rains in South Korea in the summer. The tea shop was opened by a strong man in his forties and fifties, who was both the shopkeeper and the junior.

"Little Daotong, why did you come down the mountain? Come, come in and sit down, I invite you to drink a bowl of tea, and make you feel refreshed for a day. ”

The owner of the tea shop often comes to see the incense, and he knows the wind and stops. Feng Zhijing heard the boss's call, was very helpless, and walked into the tea shop with a slightly wry smile. Feng Zhijing still likes this enthusiastic uncle a lot, he can tell himself a lot of things that happen outside the view. As the end grows up, the boss is still shouting "little road boy, little road boy", which makes the wind stop quite helpless.

"The first time I saw you go out to see you, was there something wrong? Seeing that you were carrying a burden, I was going to travel far away. ”

The shopkeeper brought a night of tea to Feng Zhijing. The tea is slightly yellowed and steaming, and at the bottom of the crude pottery bowl lie three slices of boiled tea leaves. Feng Zhijing took the tea bowl and took a sip, it was slightly bitter, and there was a hint of sweetness left in his lips and teeth after the bitterness. Since I was a child, I have listened to the shopkeeper boast about how good his tea is, and it tastes good today.

"Ready to go out of the mountains, does the shopkeeper have any good places to go?"

"Since the little brother is going to go out, the Canglang Tower in the county town will definitely go. Countless young talents climbed the Canglang Tower to observe the inscription of Qin Fang's soul saint, and wanted to understand the wonderful law. Even if you don't know the essentials, Rugun-gun is a place where the best minds of central South Korea gather. It's also good to meet other talented people. ”

Before the shopkeeper could speak, one of the tea customers in the shop recommended it to Feng Zhijing.

"Staying in the county is indeed a good place, and you can gain a lot of knowledge!"

The shopkeeper also agreed, and in his eyes, the county town was a great and prosperous place, and all the big people lived there.

"Thank you, I'll go to the county town. ”

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The tall city wall towers in front of you, and there is a wooden sign hanging above the city gate, which reads two big characters "Liujun" with two dragons flying and phoenixes dancing. The city gate is full of pedestrians, and it is rare to see so many people at the end of the wind. Slightly distracted, the wind stopped and walked towards the city gate, the pace was not fast, but every step was so steady and unhurried.

Feng Zhijing has a temperament, an inexplicable temperament. There is a kind of person who is like that, even if you stand in the middle of a sea of people, you can notice his existence. Maybe it's brought about by more than ten years of hard study, and the calmness on my body is not as good as what I have at this age.

The guards at the city gate also noticed the young man, and when the wind stopped and entered the city, they stopped and interrogated him about his origin.

"People in the lower Jing'an Mountain come to see the Jianjiang Bamboo Sea. ”

The guard quickly let him go, and muttered a few words to his companion as he watched the wind stop departing.

"I thought it was a young talent who came to Liujun, it turned out to be a hillbilly from Jing'an Mountain, and he still wanted to go to Canglang Tower, is that place a place that people like him can go!"

"Didn't you say that the sixth princess will come to Canglang Tower tomorrow to take a look at the sword momentum of Qin Fang's soul saint, and the talents of the entire South Korea have gathered in Liujun, wanting to get ahead tomorrow and gain the princess's appreciation. No one knows the appearance of the sixth princess, and if she can take a look at it more, it will be worth it even if she is dead. This kid probably also wants to eat swan meat as a toad, and wants to get the favor of the princess, pretending to be high-minded, but he is a hillbilly in his bones. ”

"Sixth princess, that's a great beauty that captivates the country and the city, and people like us can't think of it. I heard that Bai Chi, the genius of the Bai family in Wenchang County, is coming to stay in the county today, wanting to capture the hearts of the six princesses tomorrow. I'm afraid that the Bai family is going to have a horse master again. ”

"The Bai family is one of the five major families in South Korea, although they have always been in literature, there are many talents in the clan. Among the current younger generation, the eldest son, Bai Se, heard that he had broken through the Soul Sect and was also famous in the entire Three Kingdoms of the Central Plains. The third son, Bai Chi, is less than twenty years old, and he already has the strength of a soul master, so he is afraid that he will be crowned by tomorrow's Canglang Tower. ”

But I heard that the talents of the Zhu family and the Bo family are also coming to Canglang Tower, although I don't know who it is, but they will also be strong competitors for Baichi. It's not certain whether Bai Chi is a horse master or not. But in the end, it's a big family, we have such cultivation at a young age, and we are still soul disciples in our thirties. ”

"How can we compare with those dragons and phoenixes, and guard the city gate well, in case we meet a young talent and leave a good image for him, we will soar!"

"That makes sense. I really want to go and see the appearance of the six princesses tomorrow. ”

"Stop daydreaming, stand still, the captain will check in a moment. ”

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The city is bustling with activity. After staying in the Taoist temple for a long time, people can't help but be a little old-fashioned. Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Feng Zhijing was in a relaxed mood and felt that he had come to the right place. I have only read a lot of things in books, and when I see the real thing, my interest is greatly increased, and I will stop in front of each stall for a long time.

Seeing a bunch of people gathered together, Feng Zhijing also stepped forward to watch, it turned out to be a trick in the rivers and lakes. The performers have a lot of tricks, and he is very intoxicated to see the wind stopping, and when people applaud and cheer, he will also applaud and applaud. Feng Zhijing still likes this kind of life atmosphere very much, and gradually forgets the sadness of leaving.

After a long time on the road and watching a long performance, the sky is getting dark. Feng Zhijing didn't bring any silver money, looked at the empty money bag, shook his head and smiled bitterly. Although the incense in the Taoist temple is good, the grandfather and grandson have always lived in poverty and have no money to spare.

"Looks like we're going to have to find a job to make money. ”

While muttering, the wind stopped, and walked towards the alleys of the city to see if there was a place to live.

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Outside the walls of a house, a little beggar squatted in the corner and ate the food he had begged for. The beggar looked only eleven or twelve years old, very young, with a hungry complexion, and a relatively thin face.

Thinking that he was also worried about food and lodging, and he had no spare energy to help others, Feng Zhijing's vision only stopped slightly and continued to move forward. The little beggar also discovered the end of the wind and looked at the plain-clothed boy.

Feeling a momentary movement, the little beggar staggered past and ran deeper into the alley. Feng Zhijing touched his left waist, and the money bag was really gone. Feng Zhijing shook his head and continued walking. After a while, the little beggar turned back and angrily threw the money bag into the wind.

"I look so delicate and have such a good temperament, I didn't expect to be a poor ghost and delay my time to eat. ”

After that, I went back to the original place and cleaned up the unfinished meals. Hearing the little beggar's complaint, Feng Zhijing felt a little funny. After the age of eight, he had a strange temperament, and pilgrims could always notice him at a glance, and later his grandfather gave him a mantra to restrain this temperament. Before entering the city, he forgot to restrain this temperament, making the little beggar mistakenly think that he was a rich child.

"Sorry friend, I don't have any money in the next place, so I'm busy for nothing. ”

"It's okay, forgive me, next time don't dress like those rich kids who went to Canglang Tower. ”

Hearing the words of the wind, the little beggar replied in a respectful manner. packed up his things, looked up, and found that the young man in front of him had become a lot more ordinary, without that special temperament, a little strange, but he didn't think much about it.

"At the end of the downwind, I don't know what to call my friends?"

"There's nothing to call or not, I don't have a name, everyone else calls me a little beggar when they see me, you just call me a little beggar. ”

"I don't know if my friends have a place to sleep, no money, and I want to find a place to stay. ”

"You count me unlucky, if you don't dislike it, you can go back to my broken temple. Although it was broken, it was still okay to sleep. ”

The little beggar happily arranged the foothold of the wind stop, and the urgent matter was solved, and the wind stop was not in a hurry, sitting on the side, and talking with the little beggar.

"How old are you, begging outside at such a young age, what about your parents?"

"I'm twelve, and I've been begging with an old beggar for as long as I can remember. But if it weren't for the old beggar, I would have died long ago. The old beggar died of illness the year before, and everyone else said that he deserved it, and he was sad and supported me. ”

Speaking of which, the atmosphere was a little dull, and the little beggar's little face was a little stiff, probably remembering something. Feng Zhijing knew that it was better not to carry out this topic, and diverted the topic.

"Do you have any dreams?"

"There used to be. ”

"Before?"

"I used to think that I could become a soul warrior, but I would not worry about food and clothing in the future, and I would live in a big yard with my grandfather. I told my grandfather about this wish, and he always smiled and said that I would definitely become a soul warrior. Said that we should save a little bit and save money so that I can awaken when I am twelve. I can't eat enough, how can I have money to save? Until I die, I don't even have money for side medicine, maybe I really killed my grandfather. ”

The wind stopped thinking, looking at the sky, and the clouds darkened.

“...... It's raining. ”

South Korea is stormy, and the rain rains as soon as it is said. Raindrops beat the eaves and tinkle. It didn't take long for the rain to get heavier. There was an exclamation in the street, and pedestrians hurried home. In the alley, two teenagers stood under the eaves. The eaves were short and narrow, and there was already rain splashing on the two of them.

"Looks like we're going to run faster. ”

Watching the rain fall heavier and heavier, the little beggar told the wind to stop.

"Run?"

"Yes, run fast so you can get less rain. Grandpa said that since we don't have an umbrella, we have to run as hard as we can. ”

After saying that, he took the lead and ran.

Feng Zhijing looked at the little figure in the distance, and followed, thinking about those words, and muttered.

"If you don't have an umbrella, you have to run as hard as you can. ”