1 The young man's eyes opened and he saw the tattered roof, and a snowflake slowly and leisurely floated down and fell on his forehead, and a cool breath passed through the skin, through the blood, and seeped into his mind, and his originally groggy consciousness suddenly became clear.

"Where am I?" muttered the boy, struggling to prop up his upper body with his hands, and then leaning against the wall, feeling every muscle wailing, and a sharp pain coming from all over his body, beating at his nerves, even if he moved a finger, it seemed to tear his heart out.

His body was very bad, not only external injuries, but also internal injuries, bleeding from all internal organs, cutting off the hamstrings of his right leg, and even the meridians and muscles were damaged to varying degrees.

With just one simple action, the boy's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

His gaze shifted from the roof to the ground, where a group of beggars lay on straw, hunched over.

There was no doubt that it was a group of beggars, and he looked at his own clothes, almost torn to strips, and they were not much closer.

"Hehe", with a bitter smile, the young man quieted down, and a violent exhaustion poured into his heart from all over his limbs.

"This body is still too weak. He muttered, then closed his eyes and began to recuperate.

......

Before he knew it, it was already ten noon, and the young man woke up, of course, not by himself, but by someone who woke up, and an old beggar took two steamed buns and put them in front of his eyes.

"You saved me?" he asked.

"Hmm" Old Man Zhang nodded, put down the steamed buns and found a corner to sit without saying a word.

"Thank you. The boy gratefully, and then began to gobble down the steamed buns in his hand.

He was so hungry.

It wasn't until he had eaten the last bit of steamed bread that the young man raised his head to look at his old man.

indifferent

lonely

Cloudy but sometimes revealing fine eyes, which should not appear on a beggar's body.

"Can you tell me what this place is, old man?" he asked tentatively.

"Snow City," the old man replied.

......

The conversation between the two was very simple, one asked, the other answered, the young man's composure and bearing surprised Old Man Zhang, not like a seven or eight-year-old child at all.

......

The conversation ended quickly, and the boy didn't know anything more from the old man's mouth.

Southland

Snow City

Covered in blood

People who fall to the ground

......

"Interesting world. The boy said in his heart.

It didn't take long for Old Man Zhang to walk out of the ruined temple with a bamboo cane and disappear on the path.

He had to return to Heavenly Snow City, thirty miles away, and continue begging.

A numb life, but having to live like this.

The young man looked at the old man's rickety figure, and a trace of guilt appeared in his heart out of thin air.

As proud as he is, how can he be willing to live by the begging of a beggar, but his injuries are really too serious, and it is already a miracle that he can survive, and he can't move around at all in a short time.

......

In the evening, light snow fell in the sky again, and the bitter cold wind howled.

It was getting dark, the old man had not returned, and the young man looked a little anxious.

One by one, the beggars returned to the temple of the river god, and the people were busy gathering firewood and setting up bonfires.

The boy woke up. A beggar was surprised.

"It's not dead, it's a big life. ”

"It's still thanks to Old Man Zhang, who risked his life to find medicine. ”

A group of people chattered that the loud sound could bring them a little fun, which was a little spice in boredom.

The boy ignored them, and his eyes remained out.

Wind and snow.

......

A familiar figure appeared in the wind and snow, and the rickety body was moving slowly, and every step required a lot of effort.

It's the old man

The young man's expression was soothed, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Old man Zhang, why did you come back after this. ”

"Is it being chased by others again? A couple of beggars quipped.

Old man Zhang ignored them, shook the wind and snow on his body by himself, and then came to the young man's side.

With a tremble, he took out two cold steamed buns from his arms and handed them over.

The young man frowned, took two steamed buns, took one out of them and stretched it out in front of the old man: "You eat." ”

Looking at each other, Old Man Zhang shook his head, and the young man also shook his head.

The old man took the steamed bun, sat next to the young man, and silently nibbled on the cold steamed bun.

......

Another night passed.

The wind and snow continued, with no intention of stopping, and the surging cold air echoed in the air.

It's cold

Very cold

As soon as the day dawned, the beggars left the broken temple one after another, and rushed to the Snow City in the wind and snow.

The boy opened his eyes and saw the old man's back, and he shouted, "Wait a minute. ”

The old man's body paused, then turned around, casting a puzzled look.

"Here you go. The boy took off his rag-like clothes and threw them in front of the old man.

"It's cold, you can wear it. The boy grinned.

The old man thought about it, and finally put his clothes on.

......

"Damn the system. The boy cursed, and the cold poured into the temple, and he shivered from the cold, and had to curl up and cover a handful of straw to feel better.

......

Time passed day by day.

......

The old man went out to beg every morning, and always came back with two steamed buns in the evening.

The boy's injuries are also recovering day by day, and after half a month, his external injuries are almost healed, but his internal injuries still need to be repaired.

But the biggest problem arises.

His right leg hamstring was severed, and he couldn't use his strength at all, and it was difficult to even walk.

Swing and swing

If you don't pay attention, you will fall

These problems were overcome by the teenager, and after a month, he was able to move around on his own.

The beggars still go out early and return late.

The old man continued to beg as always, and then came back with steamed buns.

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

From time to time, there was a dull sound in the dilapidated river temple, as if a cowhide war drum was ringing.

While the beggars were out, the boy began to strike some inexplicable poses.

Sit cross-legged, hold your palms at the lower abdomen, and bend your fingers slightly to form an imaginary circle.

If there is a martial artist with advanced cultivation here, he will definitely exclaim, because the posture of the young man is exactly the starting style of martial arts cultivation.

Qi Shen Dantian

Embrace yin and yang

The boy came, naturally, without the slightest obscurity, as if he had done it countless times.

How could a seven or eight-year-old boy have such skillful movements.

About half an hour later, the boy got up, a gleam in his eye.

"Slap", his legs shook, his trouser legs snapped, the young man's lower abdomen, his right hand became a palm, poked out, slapped in the air, and made the sound of firecracker explosions, and then his left hand flipped over, from bottom to top, as if folding a peach blossom, elegant and free.

The two palms kept waving, as if fast and slow, leaving an afterimage in the air, and the cold palm wind rolled up smoke and dust.

With the wave of his palm, the muscles all over his body trembled together, and beads of sweat the size of beans covered his body, flowing down his back to the ground.

A wisp of heat rises overhead

"Huhu", in less than a stick of incense, the young man stopped the movement in his hand.

His body was no longer enough to sustain him, and he was able to hold on until now thanks to his subtle control of power.

"It's still too weak, and with my previous body, even if I practice for four or five hours, it's fine. ”

The boy muttered to himself, saying something inexplicably wonderful.

He has a secret

He has a name

His name is Zhang Zheng, and he comes from another world.