On the first day of the first lunar month, He Miaomiao and He Quanling got up with a look of joy.

Today is their birthday, and it is also the beginning of the new year, on this day every year, the old man will not beat and scold them, if he bumps into him with spare money, he will buy half a roast chicken to eat.

This birthday was neither the day they were born nor the day they were picked up, but was given casually by the old man in order to remember their age.

But after today, He Miaomiao will be six years old, she began to induce qi into her body in the hot summer, and now in winter, she has tried for half a year, but she still has no success.

And that's not the one that hit her the hardest.

What she couldn't accept the most was that He Shuangling's stinky boy had already had a breakthrough and had already begun to try to hit the second layer of qi refining.

In the past six months, she and He Quanling have been beaten many times, and every time they take advantage of the master's going out, they will be cruel to the two of them, and they will be beaten to no good meat.

At first, she resisted with all her might, stones, small stools, mud blocks... Use whatever you pick up as a weapon. But then he found that no matter what method he used, the boy could dodge, and he ran faster than the hare on the mountain. But as soon as he made a move, he and He Quanling had no power to fight back.

Only then did He Miaomiao truly realize that there was a difference between immortals and mortals, even if he was only a cultivator at the first level of qi refining, he was much stronger than her, a mortal.

After washing up listlessly, He Miaomiao sighed heavily, came to the old position and sat down, but remembered the previous New Year.

The few New Year's days in her memory are the most pleasant days.

Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, neither she nor He Quanling had to go out to beg, but only stayed in the small grass hut, shivering with cold, while listening to the old man tell him how wealthy he was in the past.

She had heard those words so many times that she could recite them.

She was not interested in the glorious history of the old man, what she liked to listen to the most was the old man talking about the past of her and He Quanling.

The old man said that he had picked her up while he was digging through the relics of the dead in a mass grave.

As a baby, she lay on top of a woman with a sword, her little face pale as if she had been dead for a long time, but the old man was about to get the sword, but she suddenly opened her eyes and cried at him.

The old man said that she was hard-fated, and the woman was dressed extraordinarily and had beautiful eyebrows, but the death looked like she was being chased and killed by the enemy, and her body was full of blood holes, and her little baby actually escaped.

Every time she talked about this, He Miaomiao would ask about the sword, but the old man didn't answer at first, and it wasn't until she was five years old that she said impatiently: "I sold it a long time ago." Thou shalt not wield a sword, nor shall thou wilt hold it for anything. ”

She didn't really have much interest in swords, but the woman was mostly her mother, and she always had a relic in her mind.

But the old man said that a dead man is a dead man, and it is useless to think about it every day.

She felt that this was right, even if the sword was in her hand, it might be replaced with meat buns to fill her stomach.

After talking about her origin, the old man would always pause for a while before talking about He Quanling with a sigh on his face.

When he was found by the old man, he looked like he was about a year old, and not long after he picked up He Miaomiao, the old man thought about bringing another big one, so that he could take care of the small one in the future, and he could also free his hands to drink.

The clothes on He Quanling's body were worth several taels of silver at a glance, but he was lying dirty by the river, and he couldn't say anything after he took him back, only crying.

Although the old man was a little disappointed, he didn't bother to catch him up, anyway, these two didn't know what was going on, and they were very easy to feed. Just give some soup and water, and come back to life regardless of anything.

Every year on the first day of the new year, the old man would drink a lot of strong wine, and when he was drunk, he began to cry bitterly, and no one knew what he was sad about.

He Miaomiao thought of previous years, and then looked at the red maples, red mountain walls, small pools and small caves around her that would never change, and she suddenly felt that she seemed to miss the dead old man a little.

She groped her way to He Quanling's side, saw that he was also in a daze, pulled a handful of weeds and asked, "Do you want a small town?"

He Quanling nodded, "I miss grandpa, I want to go back and eat roast chicken..."

He Miaomiao saw that he was about to drop the golden beans again, so she hurriedly put away her sadness, and didn't dare to complain to him anymore, so she had to say in a firm tone:

"It's useless! Don't think about it, hurry up and cultivate! When we're good, we'll go back and have a look!"

He Quanling is still not very happy, he is a nostalgic person, since he was a child, there were only grandfathers and Miao Miao around him, and when he thought of his grandfather alone in a small town, he couldn't calm down.

"Miao Miao, why aren't the monks too old?"

He Miaomiao shook her head, the master went out a few days ago, and she hasn't come back yet, and she doesn't know who to ask.

He Shuangling heard the two muttering, and walked over with a proud face, "Rough! We monks are people with great abilities, who is rare to live the age of ordinary people?"

"Who asked you? If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person!" He Miaomiao was beaten the worst every time, but every time she was provoked, she couldn't help but want to fight back.

"Stinky girl, you are looking for death!"

The two fought again, and He Quanling saw that He Miaomiao was beaten, and he couldn't care about the sadness anymore, so he rushed up to protect her, while trying to kick He Shuangling away with his foot.

He Shuangling was full of energy, and he always felt that he would be itchy if he didn't beat this person for a day. It just so happened that the master was not there, and he swung his fist and slammed it on the two of them, his face full of excited smirk.

"Two little wild seeds! Look at your mouths! You will be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life!"

He Miaomiao and He Quanling had completely lost their strength, and they smashed on their bodies with a kick and a punch, and both of them were about to faint in pain.

"Stinky girl, you kneel down for me and beg for a loop, and I'll let you go, how about it?"

He Miaomiao stared at his face viciously, imprinting that hideous smile deeply in his heart, "If you have the ability, you will kill us, otherwise when I succeed in cultivation, you will be the first person I want to kill!"

Her low and grim tone startled He Shuangling, but when she reacted, she felt that she had lost the face of a monk, and the movements under her feet became even more ruthless.

This situation has happened too many times, He Miaomiao shouted and fought back at first, but later found that this would only make her lose her physical strength faster and be beaten more painfully, so she didn't fight back later.

She clutched the turf, her fingers sinking deep into the ground, her nails about to be torn off, and she refused to let go.

He Quanling's face was buried in the soil, and it was difficult to even breathe. He didn't scream, he only shed tears silently, looking at He Miaomiao, who was beaten even worse next to him, and his eyes were red with anxiety.

It wasn't until He Shuangling's strength was exhausted that the two were let go, He Miaomiao calmly pulled He Quanling, jumped to the waterhole and gritted his teeth to wash away the mud and blood, and said in his ear:

"Quan Ling, if you don't cultivate well, you will only be bullied to death by this kind of person, let's not think about the town anymore in the future, if we are so distracted, we will never become monks!"

He Quanling looked at her nosebleed face, nodded silently, and suddenly became firm, "Miao Miao, don't worry, I will never cry again." ”