At night, a few people around a bonfire, barbecue python meat, and from time to time teasing the little girl who has woken up, it seems to be happy, very warm, there is a good place to have children, maybe teasing children is also a kind of fun, that strange adults like to tease children.

What they don't know is that many years after this, they are much younger than their peers, and they have lived much longer, thanks to today's python meat, which can be regarded as making the best use of things, and this night, everyone has a rare sleep.

Three days later, several people returned to the village, and when the villagers heard that the python had been removed, they all cried with joy, beat gongs and drums, and set up a wine banquet, and the remaining python meat came in handy again.

On this day, in the middle of the night, Wang Linchuan secretly got up, groped into Luo Hua's house, looked at the sleeping Luo Hua, showed a knowing smile on his face, and silently thought in his heart: Luo Hua, my good brother, my friend, I am leaving, take care of my father-in-law, if you can, help take care of this little girl, in addition, I have refined some medicine, leaving it to you and my father-in-law, it can be regarded as a piece of my heart.

Wang Linchuan put two porcelain vases and a letter next to the bed, and slowly walked out of the door.

"Actually, I know, I know everything, you can rest assured!" Luo Hua on the bed opened his eyes and whispered, his eyes were full of tears at this moment...... Many years later, Luo Hua finally married this poor little girl, and she was the only wife, and this is a later story.

In the moonlight, a teenager walked resolutely to the east, but suddenly stopped when he reached a certain point.

"Senior Brother Tang, are you going to stop me from leaving?" In the darkness, another figure appeared.

"No, I'm here to say goodbye to my junior brother, thank you for my great kindness, junior brother, I have a word for me: sometimes, people's hearts are more terrible than demons and monsters!"

"Senior brother, I have written it down, thank you senior brother for your words!" Wang Linchuan said to Tang Li, and then set foot on the eastbound road again.

Looking at the figure that gradually moved eastward, another image understood something, and suddenly chanted, "Once in the sea, it was clear, but in the end it was just a dream of Nanke!" The figure also gradually traveled westward and disappeared under the moon......

I've embarked on a journey of cultivating immortals, can I go back?

Wang Linchuan kept thinking about this question on the road, but he couldn't convince himself to give himself an answer.

Wang Linchuan made this decision to run away, it was not a whimsical decision, he felt that he was no longer suitable to stay among mortals, people who did not eat or drink did not exist among mortals, what if his life was particularly long, and the injury could heal at an incredible speed?

Maybe after being known, there will be no place for him in the world, right?

Although Tang Li and the others may be tight-lipped, but the paper can't contain the fire, what if it is exposed?

At that time, maybe it would involve people he had crossed paths with, which Wang Linchuan didn't want to see, so he chose to leave.

There are times in life that you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't force it! Stepping on this tu, it seems that there may really be no turning back.

All the way east, Wang Linchuan carried a cloth bag on his back and walked away from the place where there were many human races, and the cloth bag was only filled with a broken sword, one was to inquire about the rest of the immortals, and the other was to avoid encounters with powerful demons and monsters, in case of accidents.

He walked for days, he did not know how many cities he had passed, and now he was dressed in tatters, but he had no silver taels on him, and he could not buy clothes, and the rest did not matter, even if he did not eat or drink.

The so-called people rely on clothes, and he can be regarded as having seen it.

Along the way, all the dignitaries and nobles who saw him were disgusted and disgusted, white-eyed, scolded, and drove Wang Linchuan away, Wang Linchuan was still a child in the end, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed at this time, all of which were caused by the breeze in his sleeves.

Another month later, Wang Linchuan came to the Wushuang City of Chen Guodacheng, and when he first entered the city, the sentry guarding the gate was disgusted and disgusted, stayed away from him, and scolded him for being a stinky beggar, waving his hand, telling him to enter the city quickly, don't get in the way here.

Wang Linchuan is an angular person after all, and he got this kind of treatment when he just entered the city, how could he not have a temper, but fortunately, he endured it in the end, walked forward by himself, and no longer paid attention to the eyes of others.

At that time, the literacy rate was not high, and the scholars at that time were pretentiously high, so they would not set up a stall to write letters for others unless they had to.

Wang Linchuan has been reading poetry and books since he was a child, and when he saw that there were not a few bookstalls in the huge Wushuang City, and most of the stall owners were old and faint old people, he had an idea in his heart at this time.

It's really hard to move an inch without money in the world, and if you were a mortal, I'm afraid you would have starved to death at this moment, died of illness, and became a lonely ghost.

If you want to survive in the world, you must have money, and isn't this scene in front of you an opportunity to make money? But what if you don't have money?

It's out of the way, anyway, it's in tatters now, just be a beggar and beg, thinking of this, he was ruthless, gritted his teeth, and began to beg along the street!

Many years later, when he thought of this experience, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The streets are bustling with traffic, people coming and going, bustling, juggling, singing, trading, and the market is mixed, among which there are even ruffians, thieves, liars, etc.

Small hidden in the court, big hidden in the city, if a god is hidden in the market at this moment, I'm afraid no one will recognize it, right?

Wang Linchuan was quite tender when he first begged, and he barely said a word, just found a corner on the street and sat cross-legged, with a small broken bowl in front of him.

Seeing the people coming and going in front of him, many people's eyes were looking at Wang Linchuan, but no one threw a penny into the broken bowl, and Wang Linchuan was extremely depressed.

Could it be that his appearance is not ugly enough? Not miserable enough? He is obviously already dressed in tatters.

After thinking about it, he took advantage of the fact that people were not paying attention, and smeared a few handfuls of ash on his face and hands, it should be that he cultivates the immortal method by himself, and the whole person's temperament is too good, so people don't believe that he is a beggar, it should be like this.

Now that his face and hands were dirty, and his countenance had become unrecognizable, it would be all right, so he sat up again, waiting for the generosity of the good people.

However, it backfired, and the people who came and went just looked at him, and never threw a penny into the broken bowl.

Wang Linchuan really couldn't figure out why this was the case, could it be that human nature was really so indifferent, and that each family swept up the blood in front of the door and left others to be frosty? Wang Linchuan was already about to despair.

At this time, an old beggar limped over with a cane made of bamboo, and the old beggar was also in tatters, and when he came closer, Wang Linchuan saw his face clearly.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were cloudy, his face was thin and pockmarked, his nose was flat, and his face was small.

At this moment, the sour smell exudes from its body, which is really unbearable.

He looked at Wang Linchuan, bent down, threw a few copper coins into the broken bowl, and then left directly. Wang Linchuan didn't know why, and wanted to ask the reason, but the old beggar just said that he would temporarily put a few copper coins here for the time being, which could be regarded as borrowing from him.

Wang Linchuan wanted to ask again, but the old beggar had already taken care of himself and left and did not answer, so Wang Linchuan had no choice but to thank him, thinking that the poor still understand the minds of the poor, and the rich are much more stingy than the poor.

Unexpectedly, after a while, one of the passers-by threw a copper coin into the broken bowl, and Wang Linchuan suddenly became even more depressed.

Originally, he was depressed that there was no copper in the broken bowl, and no one would vote for it, but now that there is copper, people have to throw it in. After a while, someone threw money again, and then more people did.

Wang Linchuan should have cheered, but now he is a little unhappy, why is this happening, there is no money in the bowl and no one is investing, and there is money in the bowl, but he votes more?

Seeing that the little broken bowl was almost out of place, Wang Linchuan got up, planning to put away the money and do what he wanted to do.

At this time, the old beggar limped towards him, and when he walked up to Wang Linchuan, he muttered, "Young man, I will take the money I put with you before." ”

Wang Linchuan was very grateful to him, so he naturally agreed, so he held the small broken bowl in front of the old beggar, which meant that he would take it for himself.

The old beggar was not polite, and under a pair of skinny hands, he directly took most of the copper in the bowl, and said at the same time: "This is the interest I borrowed from you and got it back." ”

"This ...... This...... Okay!" Wang Linchuan really meant to let him get some money himself, but he didn't expect the old beggar to be really polite.

If he remembered correctly, the copper he gave himself before was only four coppers, and now it is estimated that there are nearly thirty of them, thinking of this, Wang Linchuan immediately rejected his previous thoughts about the old beggar.

I guess I was used by the old beggar and used it as a tool to make money, and now I am still helping the number of people!

Forget it, forget it, I don't care about mortals, money is just something outside the body, let him go. Wang Linchuan found a reason to enlighten himself.

However, when the old beggar took the money with a smile, a sentence floated from behind him, "It's still a hairy child, I've found the right way, old man, next time I find a few more strange hairy children, maybe I can make a fortune!"

Wang Linchuan finally couldn't help it, and scolded in his heart: "Dead old man, dare to rob me of my money! I wish you to walk without long eyes, step on dog shit, and make shit money!" Wang Linchuan angrily put the money in his arms and left this corner.

Now that I have money, I can finally do what I want, which is good.

Wang Linchuan, who made a small fortune, walked swaggeringly like a broad old man.

He immediately thought that he had to change into new clothes and get rid of his status as a beggar, and the eyes of those passers-by were still a little dazzling.

So, he looked for a ready-to-wear shop on the street.

When he saw a ready-to-wear store, he was ecstatic and wanted to enter, but he didn't expect the guys in the store to have sharp eyes, and soon found him.

The shopkeeper immediately ridiculed and drove away, "Little beggar, don't come here to get in the way, you are blocking our business, hurry up, or I will go out and drive you away!"