"Where did you come from, call Hanako, get out"

"Bang"

"Oops"

A child in ragged clothes was kicked out of the door of a restaurant and sat down in the street. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the people passing by, they couldn't help but take a detour when they saw the child, because the stench emitted from the child's body was so pungent that they couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses, and looked at the child with disgust.

Unimpressed, the child slowly stood up, rubbed his aching buttocks with a pair of small dark hands, and then raised his arm to wipe his little face, which was also covered with stains.

From time to time, there was a "cooing" sound from his stomach.

He hadn't eaten in two days, and hunger forced him to move on to the next restaurant.

The oncoming people walked far away, for fear that the child would touch their clothes.

The child was not surprised, because he had lived like this for three years.

The child's name is Ye Haoran, and he was abandoned in the snow shortly after he was born, and his biological parents have disappeared.

Fortunately, a young man who looked like a scholar passed by here and found him who was about to be frozen by the heavy snow, and he took him back to his home and named him Ye Haoran.

The scholar is poor and has no family, he is a person who has fallen off the list, but he is an upright person, and when Ye Haoran was two years old, he began to teach him how to read and write.

Ye Haoran is also smart, when he was three years old, many famous books could be memorized, and the moral etiquette also affected his life.

Because of the failure of the scholar that year, he left a knot in his heart, was depressed all day long, and finally became ill, and died silently when Ye Haoran was five years old.

Everyone in the village buried him, Ye Haoran knelt in front of the tomb and wept bitterly, and wrote the tomb of Mr. "Ye Xiaofeng" with his name "Ye Xiaofeng" on the tombstone with a brush before his death.

The people in the village see Ye Haoran as pitiful, and there will be kind-hearted people who will send food every day, but after a long time, there are fewer and fewer people who can bring him food, after all, this village is already poor, and every family is struggling to survive, not to mention that he is a person who has no blood relationship.

Ye Haoran also understood the reason, after eating a hundred family meals for a month, he brought a few clothes full of pudding, bowed three times in front of Mr.'s tomb, and quietly left the village, and since then he has been reduced to the streets and began a life of aimless begging.

"Go away, go away, we don't have any food for you in the store. ”

Failed again, Ye Haoran looked at the dignitaries who were eating and drinking in the store, and the table full of sumptuous delicacies, which made him swallow his saliva, and then he forcibly turned around and left.

It was getting close to dusk, and it looked like he was going to starve again. A cold wind blew, and he folded his arms and walked down the street with his head bowed.

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman walked by him, and the money bag accidentally fell to the ground, just in time for Ye Haoran, who was walking with his head down, to see it.

He hurriedly picked up the money bag on the ground and got up to return it to the rich merchant. But who knew that the rich businessman felt it first, and turned around just in time to see Ye Haoran holding his money bag.

"You are a little Huazi, do you dare to steal Lao Tzu's money bag and look for death?" said the rich businessman viciously tugging at the shirt on Ye Haoran's chest.

Ye Haoran hurriedly said: "That's not the case, I'm about to return the ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a fist slammed into his face, causing him to tumble to the ground.

Ye Haoran hurriedly instinctively covered his head with both hands, clenched his teeth, and watched the rich businessman kick him coming.

I don't know how many times I have been beaten in the past three years.

"Oops"

This time it was not Ye Haoran's scream, but like the voice of the rich businessman.

Ye Haoran slowly let go of his hands holding his head in confusion, opened his eyes, and saw a Taoist priest wearing a gray Taoist robe standing in front of him.

The Taoist priest carried a thin sword behind him, with silver hair, a wrinkled face, and a half-white beard on his chest.

This old Taoist priest is an outer door steward of Yuntian Sect, and this time he came out to do errands, resting in front of the roadside tea stall here, and just happened to see the scene just now.

He saw the reason clearly, and could not bear the beating of the child, so he stepped forward and swept away the rich merchant who was about to stretch his feet. When the rich merchant saw that the Taoist priest flicked his sleeves, he let him fall to the ground, hurriedly got up, and fled in disgrace.

Ye Haoran got up and rubbed the purple right side of his face, bent down and bowed to the old Taoist priest who rescued him and said, "Thank you to the immortals for saving me." ”

The old Taoist priest smiled slightly, did not speak, and then took out a piece of cake from his sleeve and handed it to Ye Haoran.

Ye Haoran was hungry at this time, and when he saw this cake, he couldn't help but grab it, stuffed it into his mouth, and said thank you to the old Taoist priest while gobbling it up.

The old Taoist priest showed a kind smile and said to Ye Haoran, "What is your name and where do you live?"

Ye Haoran, who was gobbling up, heard this, slowly stopped eating cakes, and said indifferently: "My name is Ye Haoran, and I don't have a home......"

Listening to Ye Haoran's story, the old Taoist priest also remembered his young self, he was like this child at that time, but fortunately he was rescued by the elders of Yuntian Sect, and his life was changed from then on.

The vitality in his body gathered in his eyes, looked at Ye Haoran, and then said to himself: "The talent is very poor, but I can barely cultivate." ”

Ye Haoran didn't know why.

Then the old Taoist priest said to Ye Haoran kindly: "You... Would you like to come with me?"

Hearing this, Ye Haoran was pleasantly surprised, and said continuously: "Yes, willing." ”

He has been begging alone for three years, and now that someone wants to take him away, he is naturally very willing, and this old Taoist priest does not look like a bad person.

The old Taoist priest smiled and said, "Okay, my name is Han Jian, and I will be your master in the future." ”

The smart Ye Haoran immediately knelt on the ground, bowed to Han Jian three times and said, "Apprentice Haoran has seen the master. ”

Han Jian stroked his half-white beard and smiled, then helped Ye Haoran up and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Han Jian turned around and left, and Ye Haoran naturally followed him closely.

Then Ye Haoran ran forward to walk with Han Jian, and raised his head and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"Go to Yuntian Sect, a place where you can get out of shape. ”

Han Jian's words came slowly, and the figures of their master and apprentice gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Since then, Ye Haoran's life has really changed, and he has embarked on a path of immortal cultivation that is different from that of mortals!