Cheng Hu summoned the giant sword, sank to the bottom of the water, and pulled up the sloppy old man to swim under the ice. The greatsword in his hand slashed twice into the ice.

"Bang"

The ice shattered, and Cheng Hu pulled the sloppy old man to jump onto the ice.

"Master, what's wrong with you? don't scare me. Cheng Hu put the sloppy old man on the ice and shook it vigorously.

"What are you shaking? I'm not good. The scruffy old man sat up.

"That just now?" Cheng Hu was speechless.

"Just now I rested and put you to the test, I can't do everything myself. The sloppy old man said.

"Is this also a test?Master, what kind of place is this?" Cheng Hu raised his head and looked around, except for white or white, the high snow-capped mountains were one after another, and there was no end in sight.

"How do I know what this place is, the location of the one-way teleportation is random. Think about the last time I was teleported directly to the girl's bathtub for the teacher. The sloppy old man smiled lewdly, reminiscing about the good memories.

"Ah...... Ah ow" Cheng Hu shivered and sneezed, "Master, it's a little cold." ”

"Forget it, why are you talking to you about this, you don't understand. What are your attributes?, cold fart, bake your clothes dry, and I'll go see if there's any danger nearby. The sloppy old man flew away in disappointment.

"What should I do if it's still dry? Cheng Hu started the exercises, his body suddenly became hot, and his whole body was steaming.

It didn't take long for the sloppy old man to come back, and Cheng Hu's clothes were dry.

"There is no danger in the vicinity for the time being, and the division is going back. Remember, there is hope in life, and you can't be impulsive when things happen. After the sloppy old man explained a few words, he left without hesitation.

"Master......" Cheng Hu didn't know what was going on, and he felt very uncomfortable. The master is gone, and he is left alone, and he will have to rely on himself in the future.

The snow was still falling, and the white mountains made it difficult to tell the direction. Cheng Hu raised his head and took off his hood, revealing a delicate face. He stepped on the flying sword, flew towards the sun, and began a new chapter in his life. In this moment, he grows up.

In the snow-capped mountains, Cheng Hu sometimes stopped to recover his mana, and also used the night time to practice the nameless breathing technique. It was easy to get started with the Nameless Breath Technique, and it took him less than a night to refine the first layer. After the first layer is refined, generally a cultivator of the lower realm cannot feel the cultivation realm of the caster. No, the process tiger itself is in the first realm of cultivation, and there is really no one lower than him. In other words, after the first layer of this Nameless Breath Gathering Technique was refined, the actual help to him now was almost zero.

Two days later, a small town loomed into view. Cheng Hu landed outside the town and walked inside. Walking through the private houses on the periphery, Cheng Hu came to the central street. The streets are deserted, and there is no need for the bustling scene. The small traders and vendors closed their stalls early, and even the shops on both sides were closed. Cheng Hu looked at the sky, the sun had just set, and the night had not yet fallen. It stands to reason that this time should be the busiest time, and the neighbors have just finished dinner, so they should all come out to chat and talk. Could it be that the customs and habits of the Wasteland are different from those of the Shadow Domain?

Cheng Hu muttered in his heart: "If you can't even speak differently, it's bad, in that case, won't you become deaf and dumb?"

Tangled Zhongcheng Tiger felt hungry, and he walked along the street. As time goes on, there are fewer and fewer passers-by on the streets. Under the cold wind, the snow on the ground "creaked", and it seemed dead silent. Fortunately, I heard the conversation of passers-by just now, although the accent was different, I could still understand it, which made Cheng Hu feel a lot more at ease.

Today's night is extraordinarily dark, the sun has been setting for a long time, but the moon has not risen for a long time, and there is not even a trace of starlight. If it weren't for Cheng Hu's eyesight being stronger than ordinary people, I am afraid that he would have crashed into the debris piled up on the side of the road.

In a remote corner, Cheng Hu finally saw a faint light. He stepped closer and took a closer look. It was a small restaurant, and there was a small oil lamp lit in it, and an old man with a face full of vicissitudes was wiping the table next to the oil lamp.

Cheng Hu stood at the door for a while, and the old man looked outside twice and seemed to have spotted him. Then he took out a steamed bun from the steamer, opened the thick door curtain, and walked out.

"Kid, why don't you come home so late? Come into the house and eat a steamed bun, it's hot, and I'll send you back tomorrow. The old man stuffed the steamed bun into Cheng Hu's hand and pulled him into the house.

Cheng Hu sat on the wooden bench and took a big bite exaggeratedly. This hot white-flour bun is really fragrant, it is the size of half a pineapple, and Cheng Hu can't eat it in two bites.

"Child, your ......" the old man stopped talking, but only half of his words were spoken. In this winter, Cheng Hu only wore a single coat, and looking at his eating appearance, it was obvious that he was a little flower who had no home.

"Wear so little, you must be freezing, grandpa will make you a bowl of ginger soup in a while. Tomorrow morning, you can go. Alas, grandpa still has to feed the whole family, it's really... I can't take you in. The old man hesitated, shook his head and sighed.

Cheng Hu was stunned, it turned out that this old man regarded himself as a wandering beggar.

"Grandpa, I have money. I" Cheng Hu's spiritual power swept into the storage bag, where is there any money in it? There are dozens of spirit stones, but looking at the backward and remote appearance of this town, eighty percent of them can't be spent. Cheng Hu is in trouble now. If you want to talk about money, he really has it, it is the ten bloodstained copper plates that he earned by catching mice in order to treat his mother's illness. Cheng Hu put it on a rope and kept it carefully, this is a thing that misses his mother, how can he take it out. Even if you take it out and spend it, people can't ask for it. These copper plates were the currency issued by the mortal country where his hometown was located, and they would definitely not be used here.

What can I do about this? When Cheng Hu's spiritual power swept over the disciple's uniform, he suddenly had an idea. He bought several of these uniforms at once. The sect will definitely not be able to go back within a year or two, and when it goes back, it will be too tall to wear it. Thinking of this, Cheng Hu concentrated his spiritual power and controlled the flying sword inside to slash neatly on his sleeve.

"Squeak"

A scarf suddenly formed.

The old man looked at him strangely. Cheng Hu pretended to fumble in his clothes for a while, pulled his hand, and pulled out a purple thing, which was the scarf he had just made.

"Grandpa, I don't have any cash, this scarf keeps warm in winter and shades in summer, do you think it's okay to pay for cooking?" Cheng Hu handed the scarf to the old man.

The old man took the scarf, touched it carefully with his hand, and then put it around his neck and stayed outside for a while.

"Good thing, I just don't know what material it is. Definitely not silk and satin, and animal fur doesn't look like it, but it's really warm when you wear it. This thing is worth some money, and it is estimated that it can be sold for three taels of silver. The old man took out a silver ingot from his pocket and gave it to Cheng Hu. (To be continued.) ）

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