Ever since he met Dong Bai's bowl of porridge, Jiang Feng's tone seemed to have become better all of a sudden. Soon after he left, he found a dilapidated temple at the end of the village.

Although it had just rained, there was no lack of stagnant water and dampness in the temple, which was full of holes. But at the very least, Jiang Feng was given a place to rest.

Gather some hay, although there is no fire, but covering the body, it can bring a little warmth.

Jiang Feng, who had calmed down, carefully took out a delicate white-handled small sword from his bosom. Under the extremely faint light, the "Snow Mountain" is still clearly visible.

This small sword is the greatest gift that the former owner of this body has left to himself, in addition to all the memories of this world.

The original Jiang Feng was born in an ordinary small village hundreds of miles away, and his father had saved a master of the Snow Mountain Sect by chance. The master thanked him for saving his life, left the little sword, and told the other party that when the other party's son grew up, he could take the little sword to the Snow Mountain Sect to apprentice.

Originally, this Jiang Feng should not have gone to the snow-capped mountains alone at such a young age, but unfortunately there was a plague in the village a few days ago. Neither of his parents survived, and after burying his parents, Jiang Feng, who was helpless, prepared to go to the Snow Mountain Sect.

It's a pity that a teenager who has lived in the village since he was a child can run to the mountains hundreds of miles away, which is already his limit. After using up his already almost entangled, he finally fainted from hunger and cold, and woke up again, but he didn't know whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, or borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, in short, it was now Jiang Feng.

"Snow Mountain Sect, Jianghu, forget it, let's leave here first and find a town, according to his original memory, the Snow Mountain Sect should not be far away. Jiang Feng pondered as he carefully put away the precious little sword. Then with a light trip, the tired body fell asleep.

The snoring of the river wind that night was like thunder, and soon, everything that this body had experienced flashed through its mind over and over again like a dream.

When the rooster reported the dawn and the sun rose in the east, Jiang Feng woke up slowly.

The bright sunlight shone into the dilapidated small temple, getting rid of the dark situation last night, and Jiang Feng clearly saw everything in this small temple.

Two red pillars with paint peeling, a statue of a god that hadn't been wiped in a long time, a few rays of light coming in from the cracks in the roof. Cobwebs, dust and overgrown weeds are all a sign of the ruin.

Jiang Feng respectfully bowed to the statue of the land god, and silently said in his heart: "People who are strangers in other places, I appreciate the acceptance of the land and thank you." ”

Then Jiang Feng pulled out the weeds, cleared the cobwebs and dust, and then tidied up his clothes comparable to that of beggars and walked out of the broken temple.

The sun shone on Jiang Feng's body, driving away the chill from last night, and the blood stains formed blood scabs after a night of cultivation. If Jiang Feng, who had washed his face, didn't look at a scratch on his right face, he would really be a cute little boy like a porcelain doll.

It's a pity that the calories brought by a bowl of porridge can save his life, but it can't fill his stomach.

At this time, Jiang Feng wanted to become a hero with a sword and a song, not because they could go high and high, nor because they could be happy and revengeful. There is only one reason, they never seem to have to worry about eating.

Although it was only one day, Jiang Feng found that his memory had become extremely good. Last night, it was dark and dark, and he could only see one or two steps away, but Jiang Feng easily came to the door of a house surrounded by earthen walls.

Under the threshold is a neat and beautiful salt-white stone slab, which seems to still have the fragrance of yesterday.

After seeing and walking, Jiang Feng did not stop and walked in another direction.

When he first came out of the small temple, Jiang Feng had already discovered that in addition to the road on the mountain that he came down by himself, there was also a path leading to the outside world.

Jiang Feng walked very slowly and steadily, only in this way can he save his physical strength to the greatest extent.

The squeak of the door opening was far away, and Jiang Feng didn't hear it. Dong Bai carried a small basket and slowly walked out from behind the door, she was wearing a yellow and white dress, humming a song, and rushed out with cheerful steps.

Last night she gave her dinner to a little boy who was dying of hunger, so now her stomach was empty, but it didn't matter, there was no shortage of wild fruits on the mountains in summer. Not only can she fill her belly, but she can also bring back some of her favorite European plums for her sister.

First green and then red, now the prunes have turned purple, which is the sweetest and most delicious time.

Although after his father and mother came back with their younger brother yesterday, they looked sullen, but Dong Bai didn't ask. With a sweep of his eyes, Dong Bai saw a thin figure slowly walking towards the outside of the village in the distance.

From childhood to adulthood, Dong Bai's eyes have been very good, not only seeing far, but also seeing clearly. Even if a bird flew through the sky, Dong Bai could see the feathers under its wings.

"Isn't that the guy from last night?"

The child's heart is the purest of all, and she doesn't think much about it, just like she didn't know why she gave her dinner to the other party last night.

She walked up the hill, where there were all sorts of fruits, long hogweeds, paths she knew well, and little birds singing merrily.

Jiang Feng didn't see Dong Bai, otherwise he would have stopped, turned around, and smiled at her. But he will never stay, this place does not belong to him, and he does not belong here.

If he will come back here one day, then he will definitely not come back in the same way he is today.

The road ahead is sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and the road through the mountains is probably like this. In such a remote small village, it is extremely rare to have such a path that does not need to go over the mountains and mountains.

Jiang Feng tightened the little sword in his arms, this was his hope. One can endure poverty, one can endure hunger, one can endure pain and suffering, but one cannot be without hope.

What is the end of the road in front of Jiang Feng? Perhaps, the end of the road is still the road, perhaps, the end of the road is the majestic and magnificent Snow Mountain Sect.

Either die in obscurity on the road, or reach the end of the road, get rid of all your previous fate, and become a hero. Since then, he has been singing with swords, angry horses in fresh clothes, and drunk in the rivers and lakes.

Dong Bai is walking, Jiang Feng is also walking, two different people, and now there are two different roads, there are different scenery at the end of the road today, so what about tomorrow?

The sun still rises, illuminating the trails in the mountains and illuminating the way out of the mountains!