Thousands of miles in the sky, above the nine heavens, a meteor flashed, holding a long tail, swaying in the air a few times, heading straight down, dangling over a garbage dump on the outskirts of the city for a while, and then disappeared! Fortunately, there was no one in the garbage dump at night, so no one saw such a strange scene.

Mo Wen opened his eyes, shook his drowsy head, and said to himself: "Rabbit cub, after Lao Tzu soars, I have to strip your naked ass and hang it on the Nantian Gate, isn't Lao Tzu just a few words, see if there is anything cheap to take advantage of, this bastard dares to invite Lao Tzu down with stinky feet!"

Mo Wen got used to it for a while, struggled to get up and looked around, couldn't help but scold, and said, "Wow, what kind of shabby place is this?

Suddenly, there was a pain in the abdomen, and I couldn't help but sigh, what's going on? Didn't Thor say that after he was reincarnated, he would be in the realm of Yuan Ying, how could he still feel the pain in his body!

Mo Wen couldn't help but look at himself, suddenly his head was dizzy, his middle point was to the sky, and the qi of the dantian rushed straight to Xiao Han, and he scolded: "Wow, you bastard, dead glass, turtle grandson, you dare to play Lao Tzu, is this worry-free food and clothing? You actually reincarnated Lao Tzu as a beggar, you wait for Lao Tzu, one day, I will pluck all your hairs clean!"

I saw Mo Wen at this time, about twenty years old, with a sloppy face, but it could be vaguely seen that it was extremely similar to his previous life, but his body was as thin as dry wood, his face was pale and bloodless, and his hair was also a messy mess, and it was estimated that he could be used as a bird's nest! A tattered shirt could barely cover his body! It's just that his whole body exudes a peculiar smell from time to time, so Mo Wen quickly covers his nose!

Mo Wen will be full of eighteen generations of ancestors of the gods and Buddhas, one by one, the focus of care is of course the thunder god and the god called Xiao Leizi, but no matter how Mo Wen scolded, how he shouted, there was no reaction in the sky, and after the most Mo Wen scolded tired, lying on a garbage heap, looking at the stars in the night sky in a daze!

I came back again, back to the nether realm in their mouths, the indifferent world realm in my childhood memories, but where should I go? What should I do? Do I still want to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, practice for a hundred and eighty years, and cross the tribulation and soar again? What is the meaning?

Mo Wen sat up suddenly, sitting cross-legged, only to feel that the Yuan Infant had been combined with the body, but this body was too weak, and the body had just been reincarnated, the body and the Yuan Infant were difficult to match, and could not bear the majestic true qi of the Yuan Infant itself, so the Yuan Infant automatically protected the master, according to the strength of the body, released its own cultivation realm, and the Yuan Infant was already in a coma at this time, if you want to wake up, you can only wait for the cultivation to reach the realm of the Yuan Baby, and what does it take to reach the realm of the Yuan Baby?

And now Mo Wen is only barely in the realm of harmony, and this body is starving to death, it is conceivable that the realm of harmony is already good, if it is not supported by this trace of true qi, I am afraid that Mo Wen has just been reincarnated and lived, and he will be starved to death immediately, but he can only last for a while, because Mo Wen has not yet reached the realm of Bigu, and he cannot take the initiative to absorb the true yuan outside his body!

Mo Wen grabbed the head of the chicken nest in distress, pointed to the sky, and said: "Count you ruthless, wait for Lao Tzu, your accounts Lao Tzu will be recorded in a small book, and you will calculate it later!"

Suddenly, Mo Wen thought of a question, where is the sword that he came from when Thor was drunk? It turned out that Mo Wen and Thor had a good time, they looked around in the Thunder God Palace, and found nothing valuable, only the soul sword attracted Mo Wen's attention, produced by the gods, it must be extraordinary, Mo Wen's eyes turned, and while Thor was not paying attention, he put the soul sword in his pocket!

It's just that after reincarnation, Mo Wen looked at the whole body, and the soul sword was not found anywhere in the dantian Lingtai, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, what a broken thing, it hurt Lao Tzu to be happy, is it in the dantian of the Yuan Baby? It seems that the only way to do it is to wait until the cultivation reaches the realm of the Yuan Baby!

Mo Wen thought about it, got up and walked outside, there were bursts of roar in his abdomen from time to time, Mo Wen, who had not felt hungry for more than ten years, was really a little unaccustomed, touched his stomach and said: "Brother, you are mixed with this, you are really a wreck, you can starve to death, rest assured, Lao Tzu will help you take good care of it in the future!"

Not far from the garbage dump, there is a wide road, a dirty ditch on the side of the road, Mo Wen squatted down with his nose, simply cleaned himself, and by the way, sorted out his chicken nest, a little beggar with a nest, under Mo Wen's careful dressing, became a wet but still very sloppy little beggar!

"Wow, I'm so hungry!" Mo Wen patted his stomach and looked around, but he didn't find any mountains and forests or anything like that, but he faintly saw a light in the distance, Mo Wen gritted his teeth and said, "I don't even have a big face in the mountains and forests, it's difficult to hunt, I miss the life of the uncle of Kunlun Mountain!"

Mo Wen lived in the city for a period of time when he was a child, and he was also a little beggar, which can be regarded as doing his old job, Mo Wen knew that the light in the distance of the road must be where the city was, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace and walk along the road in the direction of the city, the true qi on his body became weaker and weaker, if he didn't find food before the true qi ran out, would he follow in the footsteps of the head of the household and starve to death?

The dazzling lights are already in front of you, the gorgeous buildings make people seem so small, a few young girls walked on the street, slender figures, slender thighs, Mo Wen couldn't help swallowing his saliva, not lustful, but hungry!

The people passing by couldn't help frowning, covering their noses and walking past Mo Wen with a look of disgust, Mo Wen walked aimlessly with his stomach covered his stomach unconsciously, where there are people, there will be food, but who is so damn hateful, invented the thing of money!

A street that is not too wide appeared in front of Mo Wen's eyes, although it was late at night, but the night market was still very lively, all kinds of men and women dressed in various clothes shuttled among them, all kinds of snacks chaotic buns and dumplings, fragrant, Mo Wen felt that his stomach was more happy!

In desperation, Mo Wen cheekily walked to a few stalls, and before he got close, he was greeted warmly by a fence spoon and a kitchen knife!

Mo Wen sat down in a small room like a child, and couldn't help shouting in his heart, thinking that my dignified cultivator who survived the tribulation period will be an immortal who will ascend to immortality in the future, but now it has reached such a point, who will Lao Tzu talk to?

Gu Gu Mo asked a wry smile, patted his stomach and said: "Brother, you are really not angry, don't you see that Lao Tzu is now a tiger falling on the plain, you have starved to death once, this little setback can still hold on to the past, and when Lao Tzu is developed in the future, go to the heavenly realm to compensate you well, now earn some gas, don't scream, do you hear!"

"Are you hungry, child?"

Mo Wen raised his head, and the first thing he saw was a hot white steamed bun, and then a pitch-black hand, the back of the hand was full of shriveled skin, as if there was no trace of flesh and blood, and some places were still dry and cracked, faintly stained with blood, and the hands that had never been washed left a few black fingerprints on the white steamed bun!

Mo Wen stared at the steamed bun for a while, and then continued to look at the owner of this hand, a sloppy old woman, with tattered and dirty clothes, a white headscarf that had been blackened on her head, her hair was even messier than Mo Wen, her sunken eyes seemed to look at Mo Wen without any expression, and her chapped lips showed a few loose teeth!

The old woman wanted to smile kindly, but after brewing for a long time, the folds on her face trembled slightly, and there was no expression, the old woman leaked air in her mouth, and said indistinctly: "Eat!"

Mo Wen felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart, he had never experienced this kind of mood, he had cultivated in the mountains for fifteen or six years in his previous life, and since the death of the master at the age of seventeen or eighteen, he had never spoken to a stranger again, Mo Wen trembled and stretched out his right hand, took the white steamed bun, and felt that the steamed bun was very warm!

Mo Wen looked at the old woman sincerely and said, "Xie Luxie!"

The old woman ignored it, turned around and sat on the wall opposite Mo Wen, gathered the tattered clothes on her body, closed her eyes and said leisurely: "There are too many deceptions now, and the real beggars will starve to death!"

Mo Wen looked up at the starry sky, and shouted in his heart, Lao Tzu is an immortal, and he has to rely on the steamed buns begged by an old beggar woman to survive, you all wait for Lao Tzu, and wait for the day when Lao Tzu ascends, you will definitely be beaten all over the ground to find teeth, kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!

Mo Wen turned his head to look at the sleeping old woman, and said to himself in a low voice: "Today, the old woman gave me a steamed bun to live, and I will definitely ensure that you will be rich and prosperous all your life!"

After Mo Wen finished speaking, he picked up the steamed bun and gobbled it up for a while, after eating, Mo Wen got up and slipped into a public toilet not far away to turn on the water pipe, and drank some water with both hands, only to feel a lot more comfortable, Mo Wen looked up at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but smile bitterly!

I saw Mo Wen at this time, his hair had reached his shoulders, he was messily bent like straw, his eyes were sluggish, a few short whiskers were sparse at the corners of his mouth, and his face was pale and bloodless, but it was glued with pitch-black filth, like a flower cat.

Mo Wen glanced at the toilet, there was no one around, so he stretched out his hand like a knife, cut off the hair on his head, and threw it in the garbage bin next to him, if someone saw it, he would think that he had seen a ghost, after some combing, Mo Wen touched his flat head, hehe smirked, I didn't expect to look quite handsome!

"Stinky beggar, who let you in," a middle-aged man with a broom in his hand came in at the door, and was stunned when he saw Mo Wen, and then shouted, and the broom also beckoned, "Get out of the way for me!"

Mo Wen sensitively dodged the broom that came, and ran out of the broom in a flash, thinking regretfully in his heart, it was a pity that he hadn't washed his face yet

In the middle of the night, after Mo Wen ate steamed buns, his body was much better, at least the true qi was no longer lost quickly, Mo Wen glanced at the old woman who was sleeping next to him, and inadvertently smiled like a child on his face, so he sat cross-legged by the wall and put the only true qi in his body into operation!

It's just that this body is too weak, Mo Wen has spent a lot of effort, and he hasn't run along the acupoints around him for a week, let alone open up the meridians of the whole body, Mo Wen sighed in disappointment, it seems that he can only take care of his body first, and then find a way!

Thinking of this, Mo Wen twisted his buttocks, curled up by the wall and fell asleep, after so many things, Mo Wen was really tired, I hope I can dream of barbecue and roast chicken in my dreams