On this day, it snowed heavily. Mu Rentian shook from the broken temple to the village. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the village, I was stopped by a group of teenage children. The child at the head shouted: "My millet must have been stolen by this martial madman, beat him!" As he spoke, he raised the stone in his hand and threw it at Mu Rentian's head, and the rest of the children saw it, and they still hit the stone in their hands.

The child may be small, but the stone is hard after all. This Mu Ren was stupid and didn't know how to run, and in a blink of an eye, he was smashed and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"Stop!" At this moment, a voice came from afar, "Why are you bullying people!"

The children followed the sound and saw a thin boy in rags, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a hemp rope around his neck, and a flat wooden wheeled cart dragged behind the rope, and the cart was so dark that it seemed that a person was lying down.

The leading child greeted him, led everyone to the boy, and said provocatively: "Where did you come from called Hanako, my millet was not stolen by a martial madman, it must have been stolen by you?"

"I didn't steal anything from you. "The boy was thin, but his eyes were resolute. At this time, the black shadow on the board car seemed to move, and an old voice said with a few coughs, "Ahem, ahem, don't ...... Nosy ......"

"Ho! a nosy thief, pulling an old thief who is dying!" said the leading child, crooked his neck.

"I'm not a thief, this old-timer is not a thief, and I don't allow you to bully this person. The boy pointed to Mu Rentian and said word by word. Mu Rentian looked down at the boy, and said in his mouth: "What to do, what to do, not allowed, not allowed ......"

The leading child was accustomed to being the king and hegemon in this village, and suddenly such a stubborn guy appeared, and he really couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, raised his arm, and shouted: "Beat him!" Suddenly, his fist rained down on the boy's body.

Fighting is such a thing, it is never possible to beat four hands with two fists, let alone facing so many average-sized children by one person. Soon, the boy was beaten and his nose was swollen. "Come, get down on your knees and say 'I'm a thief,' and I'll spare you!" the child panted.

The boy bent down with difficulty to pick up a rock from the ground and spat out two words: "Dream." With a wave of his hand, he threw the stone in the face of the child in charge. "Ahh

"You fool, I'll spare you by saying 'I'm a thief' three times......," the boy at the head of the boy looked at the scene in front of him, a little scared in his heart.

The boy's blood flowed from his eyes, nose, and mouth, splashing on the snow beside him. He lay on the ground, no longer seemed to have any strength, but the stubborn luster in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest, "Dream!" The boy fumbled with the stones beside him, struggling to get up.

"This ...... This is also a madman!Run!" The child was scared. Most of the people who are bullied in several villages are honest children, and they beg for mercy after a few scares, at most a few punches and kicks. It was the first time they had seen such a ragged stranger who was not afraid of punches, kicks, or even death—about their age. A group of little overlords in the village scattered in the blink of an eye.

Mu Rentian kept circling around the boy, muttering anxiously to himself: "What are you doing...... Run, run, run......"

Large snowflakes fell on the porridge pot on the small stove in front of the Guanwang Temple. This pot of sweet potato porridge is Yuanzhen's cooking skill. However, water is the first element of good porridge, and it is not possible to take well water - to yin, not to take river water - mediocre, and only to take water from heaven without roots - to yang. This pot of fragrant porridge is made with the heavy snowfall of the sky. Yuan Zhen put the wooden spoon into the pot and stirred, gently scooped out half a spoon, put it to his mouth and smacked a few bites: "Second, wonderful!"

When he was intoxicated, he suddenly saw a few shadows turning out of the roadside. Looking closely, it was the crazy and stupid Mu Rentian who walked in the head, followed by a little screamer with a blue nose, swollen face and scattered hair, who bent over and hunched over and dragged a people-carrying flatbed truck with difficulty. In the heavy snow, at the foot of Yan Mountain, in a remote Taoist temple, it is really a rare thing to come to such a small flower.

Several people stood still in front of the temple. Mu Rentian saw that the pot was steaming, clapped his hands and stomped his feet to rush up to take out a bowl, sucked and drank a big sip, and danced happily: "What to do." Then he handed the bowl to Xiao Yuhua's hand, and said, "Drink, hehe, it's delicious." ”

Xiao Xiaohua put down the noose on her shoulder, reached out to take the porridge bowl, and took a deep breath in front of her nose. turned around and lifted the black quilt on the flatbed car, and said to the car: "Senior, drink porridge." ”

The people in the car gasped with difficulty, and as soon as they took a bite of hot porridge, they coughed violently, and then a mouthful of black blood sprayed on the ground, and their bodies twitched twice, never moving again.

Xiao Yuhua hurriedly squatted down, wiped the black blood from the corners of the mouths of the people in the car with her hands, and called out loudly: "Senior, senior, wake up!"

Yuan Zhen stood in front of the gate of Guanwang Temple, quietly looking at Xiao Zhaohua and the people in the car, without a trace of expression on his face. Suddenly, there was a hint of sweetness wafting through the air. "Heavenly Silkworm Sumire!" Yuan Zhen's expression suddenly changed, the true qi in the robe was agitated, and a whisk of dust seemed to turn into a sharp sword, and he picked up the tattered quilt covering the man in black. I saw that under the quilt, a white-haired old man closed his eyes, and his thin face like a skeleton was covered with blue threads that were the thickness of his index finger, twisted and sinking, and resembled a silkworm.

"Let go of the old-timers!" Xiao Yuhua shouted and reached out to grab the dust, looking at his movements, it seemed that he didn't know martial arts at all.

"Boy, who are you from the Yin Envoy Jun Li Wencheng, what are you doing here?" Yuan Zhen's forearm shook, and the dust in his hand instantly put it on the side of Xiao Xiaohua's neck.

"You Taoist is so rude, your predecessors drink a mouthful of porridge from you, if you refuse to give it, I will return you, why do you want to be rude!" Xiao Yuhua held her head high, and there was no fear in her eyes, "I don't recognize what you said!"

"Hmph!" Yuan Zhen sneered, "You kid, you can fool others, but you can't fool me." Although Li Wencheng, the notorious envoy of the Zhengua Gate on the rivers and lakes, has no grudge against me, I can recognize it when he turns into ashes like this. You keep claiming that this wicked person is a senior, and you must be a little wicked too!"

"You are the wicked person!" Xiao Xiaohua said loudly, "Seven days ago, I was begging for food in the western suburbs, and the old-timer passed by with a serious illness, gave me three steamed buns, and asked me to send him to the Great Black Mountain in the Northeast. I have received the grace of my predecessors, and of course I must repay my kindness and keep my promises. Unexpectedly, the senior's health is getting worse and worse, and he can't even walk and talk. I owe you a bowl of porridge today, and I will pay you back when I come back from the Great Black Mountain!"

"Good boy doesn't know how thick the sky is!" Yuan Zhen laughed and said, "Seriously ill? Do you know that this person has a silkworm in his body that is highly poisonous, not to mention going to the Great Black Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, whether he can survive these three days depends on his creation! I can't imagine that the Yin Envoy Jun who is full of evil is also today! Hahaha......"

"I don't know who you are, let alone who the great wicked person you are talking about, I only know that you should repay the favor of someone with your life!

"There are seven-colored flowers in Xiangxi that resemble silkworms, which are extremely poisonous, and are called silkworm violins. Gu keepers feed spiders with silkworm pansies to make spider Gu, which can capture people's seven spirits. You can also directly poison others with the silkworm panylet, let him be a Da Luo Jin Immortal, and within half a month, his skin was like crawling all over the silkworms, and he gradually bled to death. Even if there is an elixir to revive him, he will lose all his qi and veins, and he will be like a wasted person. Yuan Zhen said.

Although Xiao Zhaohua is unkempt and ragged, her mind is extremely smart. He heard that although this sloppy Taoist disliked his predecessors, he knew everything about this poison and should have a way to save people. Xiao shouted Huakou called the chief, knelt down on one knee and hugged his fists and said: "I don't know Changgao's surname, please save him!"

Yuan Zhen laughed and said: "The kid doesn't seem to be stupid, but in fact he is stupid! You wipe the poisonous blood from Li Wencheng's mouth, this half pillar of incense, the poison of the silkworm has penetrated deep into your gut." You don't worry about your life, but you plead for this wicked man, Yuanzhen has nothing to say, you go, and you can settle your destiny!"

Xiao Hua saw that the Taoist who called himself Yuanzhen said that he was also infected with poison, so he looked down and checked his arm, and sure enough, he saw a blue line on his left hand spreading to his forearm, and his palm was faintly numb, which must have been poisoned.

"Yuanzhen Daochang, I have been begging since I was a child, without a father or mother, I was originally a superfluous person in this world, and I don't care about personal life and death. But my predecessors are kind to me, if you save his life, I will pay you back in the next life!"

Yuan Zhen looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha! I have 'three non-rescues' in my life." One is not to save the people who deserve to die, the second is not to save the extremely vicious people, and the third is not to save the people who have no intention of survival. Li Wencheng is full of evil, and now he is terminally poisoned, and he has reached his limit! You kid is not bad, but he doesn't distinguish between good and evil, life and death, and he is a stupid person, and even if he is saved, he will have no strength to waste a ......."

Although Xiao Zhaohua is young, she was born with a hard bone. Hearing what Yuan Zhen said, he turned around and covered the quilt for Li Wencheng on the board car, put hemp rope on his shoulder, and thanked Yuan Zhen: "Even if I drag the corpse of my predecessor to the Great Black Mountain, I will keep my promise." Life and death are fate, so I will leave!"

"What to do, what to do, drink, drink......" Mu Rentian danced with his hands, shouting and shouting in his mouth.

Yuan Zhen looked at the back of the emaciated little yelling flower in the wind and snow bending over and dragging the cart away with difficulty, and suddenly her heart moved, and she said: "Boy! Seeing that the snow is covering the mountain, you might as well stay in the bell pavilion in front of the temple first, and wait for the snow to stop before leaving." Otherwise, even if the toxicity does not occur, it will freeze you to death!"

Xiao Zhaohua had already been numb from the cold, listening to Yuanzhen's call, he thought: If you want to go to Da Heishan, you must always stay half a breath, this wind and snow are heavy, and the seniors and themselves really can't hold on. So he pulled the cart and turned around and walked towards the dilapidated bell pavilion.

Yuan Zhen stood at the door of Guanwang Temple, leaning against the door frame and laughing: "Boy, what is your name?"

"Aging and. Xiao Zhaohua said word by word.