The night was getting darker, but the rain outside the temple showed no signs of stopping, but it was getting heavier and heavier.

The temple has fallen into disrepair, and there are a few tiles on the roof that have long been broken, and rainwater has fallen down the roof beams in the temple, falling on the broken red brick floor, making a ticking sound.

In the center of the temple, it may be that the fireworks accumulated by the statue on the altar in previous years have not completely dissipated.

The whole temple, centered on the mottled statue, is clearly distinguished from the rest of the place, and there is no dust at all.

It's as if the temple is still being cleaned all year round.

But if someone does clean it, they don't just plan to focus on the area around the statue and deliberately ignore other places.

Out of a zhang, although the place is still quite dry, but it is dusty and cobwebs.

Therefore, in this world, there are thousands of bizarre things, which are worth studying and exploring.

Jiang Xiaoman leaned against the altar with his back, and a bonfire was burning in front of him, and there was a crackling sound of flames in the bonfire.

The boy sat on the floor, staring at the flames.

There is not much attention to when he goes out, and the place where he is sitting is exactly within that zhang, there is no dust, so there is no way to worry about staining the newly changed clothes.

It was pitch black outside the window, which was missing half of the frame, and there was no sound to be heard except for the sound of rain and the mountain wind.

My stomach couldn't help but growl, and after a day of traveling, I was really hungry.

He opened the burden and flipped through it, and then turned out a smaller burden from the baggage, and the young man couldn't help but smile as he stared at the small floral pattern.

In this little baggage, it was Ji Xiaoyue's little girl who was worried that the young man was hungry on the road, so she got up in the middle of the night and made a pear blossom cake.

Jiang Xiaoman pinched a piece of pear blossom cake and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and suddenly remembered what the little girl said about this pear blossom cake?

There is no other name.

But think about it, it's true, there are more than 10 million people in this world who can make pear blossom cakes.

But in Fancheng, what is willing to be eaten by Jiang Xiaoman alone is not only Ji Xiaoyue, a little girl.

The faint smell of pear blossoms spread in his mouth, and he was a little reluctant to swallow it for a while.

This pear blossom cake, although the little girl was full of baggage before leaving, there will be a time to eat it eventually.

It's always good to save some food.

At least, every time he picked it up, he remembered those big eyes that flickered as if they could speak.

After eating a piece, he was no longer willing to eat, and carefully wrapped the small burden and put it back into the big burden he carried.

A piece of pear blossom cake naturally does not resist hunger, and Jiang Xiaoman picked up a few sweet potatoes with some soil sticking to the side and put them into the fire to roast.

This was dug by him from a farmer's field next to the road when he was on the road before.

The young man also knew that it was not easy for farmers to make a living in farming, so he didn't dare to cause much trouble, but he just dug up three or four and thought about using them as dry food on the road.

When he was in Fancheng, all the money on his body was about to be lost by Ji Xiaoyue's girl.

If you don't save some flowers, let alone think about going to the Northern Qin Dynasty to make a name for yourself and become a hero, I'm afraid that most of them will starve to death on the way.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoman had to prepare some dry food for himself that could be used to satisfy his stomach while leaving.

In addition to sweet potatoes, at this time, there are a few pieces of yam and taro lying in his bag, which naturally will not be bought with money, and he also came so quietly when passing by a populated village.

Originally, I was prepared to endure some hardships along the way, hero, who has not suffered hardships.

What's more, there are immortals above the heroes.

If you want to become an immortal who can go up to the nine heavens and the nine shades, you have to endure hardships only more.

At this time, Jiang Xiaoman didn't really understand what kind of existence the immortals were, but he felt that he should be a lot more powerful than the heroes.

Otherwise, it is rare to see heroes building temples in this world, but there is never a shortage of temples dedicated to gods from all walks of life.

This person should have dreams.

This dream should increase with age.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoman's dream now is to become a truly famous hero, and then become a more famous immortal.

The road to heroes is difficult, and the road to immortals is even more difficult.

The hardships to be endured along the way will naturally increase a lot.

For hardship, Jiang Xiaoman has never been afraid.

Naturally, he was not born with it, and with the lazy temperament of a young man, what he was most afraid of at the beginning was to practice.

When I first started practicing guns, I only practiced one movement a day, the flat lift.

Holding an iron gun weighing more than 20 pounds, it was an afternoon in one fell swoop.

At that time, Jiang Xiaoman's temperament of liking to move and not liking quietness was naturally thinking about being lazy and slippery at first.

For a long time, every day when it was time to practice, it became a game time for him to fight wits and courage with the old ruffian Uncle Eleven.

Although it was bitter, it was also enjoyable, and I persevered unconsciously.

Later, Uncle Eleven left.

The Dugu cousin, who was slandered by Jiang Xiaoman's belly as a smiling tiger and had a bad stomach, naturally became his master.

It's no coincidence.

At that time, it coincided with the rebellious period of the teenager.

It was you who asked me to go east, and I want to give you the age to go west.

In those three years, he didn't raise the bar with Dugu Yin.

In the past, when Jiang Che was there, he was lazy, at most, he was hung by the old ruffian and dangled from the tree for an afternoon, and it would be fine.

But after Dugu Yin came, although he usually smiled at all times, if Jiang Xiaoman dared to be lazy and slippery in practice, he would inevitably be beaten to death.

So much so that even now, as long as the young man hears the three words Dugu Yin, he has a conditioned reflex, and there is no place on his body that does not hurt.

I held a gun at the age of seven, and now, it has been ten years.

Eleventh Uncle Jiang Che and Cousin Dugu Yin, two masters before and after.

Jiang Che told him that the men of our Jiang family have two things in this life, one must be eaten and the other must not be eaten.

What must be eaten is suffering, and what must not be eaten is loss.

Dugu Yin told him that in this world, hard work has always been greater than talent, and there has never been any genius.

If the practice of martial arts is the same, so is the immortal path above the martial arts.

This ability to endure hardships was tempered by two people's lives.

So in this world, Jiang Xiaoman is not only afraid of beating up his lonely groan, which he never relents.

The most fearless thing is to endure hardship.

What if there is no silver, this hero can also go north to the end of the world.

Before going out, he was ready to endure hardships, so how could he be afraid that there would be no gold and silver on his body.

never thought that Ji Xiaoyue's girl would secretly stuff a thick stack of gold leaves into her baggage.

Compared with Jiang Xiaoman's silver that was dropped by the little girl Huo Huo, it is far more than hundreds of thousands of times.

A gold leaf is enough to make ordinary people worry about food and clothing for ten years.

This is a thick step, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it can change half of the city.

"Jiang Xiaoworm, don't save along the way, you can spend money, you can toss hard. This person who is a hero, he can't be dressed in gold when he goes out, and he doesn't look back in front of silver, right?"

Jiang Xiaoman remembered that when he opened the book and fell out of the pages of the note that the little girl had left for him, his heart was warm.

couldn't help but chuckle, Ji Xiaoyue, the female snitch, has a conscience.

It's just these gold leaves, and when he thought of the little girl lying on the roof that night and peeking into tears, the boy made up his mind not to touch it at all.

Although I don't know where these gold-leaf Ji Xiaoyue came from, Jiang Xiaoman is not stupid, just looking at the careful collection she usually treasures, it is not difficult to guess that it must be as simple as money and things for the little girl.

In this way, how could Jiang Xiaoman take these gold leaves, which must have more important significance than Ji Xiaoyue, and go to spend them casually?

As he thought, he used the stick in his hand to flick the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire.

poked hard, and I smelled a very fragrant sweet and glutinous smell.

The boy knew that the sweet potato was already roasted and ready to eat.

Jiang Xiaoman picked the largest one, and gently picked it with a wooden stick, that is, he picked it out from the fire, and he was not afraid of being hot, he held it in his hand, flipped it back and forth with both hands, and sent it to his mouth without stopping.

After a while, the temperature of the somewhat hot skin dropped.

The young man was very satisfied, and gently broke it in half along the middle, revealing the golden soft sweet potato meat.

Before he could suck the sweet potato into his mouth, he heard a sound of gentle footsteps outside the temple gate.

Jiang Xiaoman looked up and saw a middle-aged man in white standing outside the temple gate, looking at him with a smile.

"When I saw the light in this place, I thought there must be a shelter from the wind and rain. The middle-aged man did not enter the temple, standing under the eaves just to keep himself from being drenched in the rain, he looked at Jiang Xiaoman and asked with a chuckle: "I wonder if the little brother can mind if I am alone in this temple tonight to temporarily take shelter from the wind and rain?"

"The night is long, and I can't ask for it to have a senior as a companion to talk to. Jiang Xiaoman straightened up, made a gesture of invitation to the middle-aged man, smiled kindly, and said softly.

Although it is indispensable to go out to defend against people, for Jiang Xiaoman, he still has no heart to let a person without an umbrella stand in the rain.

Besides, this temple was just a passerby to him.

The middle-aged man wanted to come in to take shelter from the rain and rest, and there was no need for his consent.

But he still stood in front of the temple gate, waiting for he, the first visitor, to agree before stepping into it.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoman felt that such a polite man who was about the same age as his father didn't look like a bad person.

"So, thank you, little brother. ”

The middle-aged man was not pretentious, he walked into the temple generously, chose a clean ground opposite Jiang Xiaoman and sat down cross-legged, put his hands on his laps and palms towards the fire, and roasted the fire quietly.

Jiang Xiaoman looked at the middle-aged man, thought about it, handed over the sweet sweet potato with a sweet and glutinous aroma in his hand, and laughed softly: "This is not in the village and behind the store, thinking about it, the predecessors must be hungry all the way, if you don't dislike it, this sweet potato can be fruitful." ”

"When the little brother said this, I was really hungry. The man raised his head to look at the young man, took the sweet potato from Jiang Xiaoman's hand with a smile, took a big bite, and thanked him.

"In this world, there are not many good people who are as defenseless as little brothers. The man seemed to be really hungry, and swallowed the half of the sweet potato in a few bites, and when he saw Jiang Xiaoman pick out one from the fire and hand it to himself, he couldn't help laughing and said softly.

Although he was smiling, there was a trace of sorrow between his eyebrows.

It seems that this middle-aged man has something unspeakable in his heart.

"My father said that walking on the rivers and lakes, although you can't be defenseless, you must first know people. Jiang Xiaoman took a bite of the sweet potato in his hand, and said with a smile: "I know that you will definitely not be a bad person, at least, you will not be a bad person who will have a bad heart towards a junior like me." So there is no need to guard against it, there are only two people in this temple now, and I am trying to guard against my predecessors, so I have to be careful not even to say a word. ”

There is another point, Jiang Xiaoman did not say it.

The middle-aged man had neither a sword nor a sword, not even a mount.

It seems that it is not a person in the rivers and lakes.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that there is a momentum in this man.

This momentum, Jiang Xiaoman has grown so big, and he has only seen it from his third uncle Jiang Ye.

It is neither the evil spirit of the generals in the army, nor the chivalrous spirit of the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes.

It's a domineering spirit that looks down on the red dust and swallows the world with a snap of his fingers.

Although this momentum was well concealed by him, the look hidden behind a pair of vicissitudes of life could not be concealed, like Jiang Xiaoman and his third uncle Jiang Ye.

It is not difficult to guess that this middle-aged man's identity must be extraordinary, and he must be a big man whose cultivation status is no lower than that of his third uncle.

In this case, it is even more impossible to embarrass a junior.

"You're really..."The middle-aged man was not polite, took the sweet potato and peeled it, but secretly looked at the young man in front of him with very handsome eyebrows, and finally sighed lightly, if his poor child was really alive and alive in this world, he would be the size of this young man.

It's just that child, is he really still alive in this world?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but mess up and smiled bitterly.

At the end of the day, he's just a father who's never been competent.

Looking down at the sweet potato in his hand, he became more and more concerned about the young man in front of him.

Suddenly, his mind sank, and his condensed brows couldn't help but soothe, staring at Jiang Xiaoman with some uncertainty and slowly asked, "Little brother, your surname is Jiang?"

In this young man, there is a majestic blood power, which is slowly awakening, blazing as hot but vibrant.