Lin Jie complained in his heart, and without slowing down, he took her all the way across the eaves and rooftops.
Soon we arrived in Beicheng District, and it was obvious that the buildings here were very dilapidated, with air leaks and mud walls.
In the dusk, a young man was holding a porcelain bowl. A corner of the porcelain bowl was broken in his hand. He had to be extra careful when picking it up, otherwise he would get cut on his hand.
In the bowl, he went to a rural temple outside the city in the evening and scraped wax oil from the ground.
My father was a bodyguard in a bodyguard bureau, and my mother was doing some sewing and mending work. Things were going pretty well at home at that time.
But a few years ago, my father was killed by bandits as a escort. At that time, only myself and my mother were left, and life became a little bleak. Then my mother became ill from overwork, and all the family savings were used for medical treatment, but they still did not keep her. life.
At this point, the boy was alone. During the day, he went to work as a handyman for others, and the wages were very small, about 20 cents a day.
He usually eats some steamed buns and vegetable leaves, and uses the rest to buy books. He wants to become a scholar. Why? honor? money? status? There are some of them.
But he first came up with this idea because he heard other people's accidental conversations.
They say that scholars who have a thorough understanding of literature have the power to reach heaven and earth. No less than the current Immortal Sect monks, if I really have the power to reach heaven and earth, will I be able to see my parents again? At that time, he had many visions in his heart.
He yawned, feeling a little tired both physically and mentally. Fighting back his sleepiness, he took out the hidden fire folder and lit the wax oil in the bowl, intending to read this page before falling asleep.
At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
The one who lives in the yard next to him is Widow Liu. Her husband accidentally fell to death while doing rough work a few months ago.
It would be a hard life to leave her alone with a child. A pretty widow would always be remembered by others in a place like this.
After a while, there were shouts and curses coming from next door. He thought to himself that some rogue was interested and came to the door at night.
But Widow Liu was loyal and was always remembered, but she never really did anything like that. The young man thought to himself as the noise next door got louder.
It's probably because the rogue one is so soft, but I think it's the tough one.
After a while, the sound of a woman crying was heard. Hey, the young man sighed, put down his book, and came to the door to see what was going on.
However, the door has been closed, so naturally you can't see it, but you can hear the movement inside.
"Don't, come here, I won't..."
The woman shouted bitterly, her voice was not quiet, but there were so many good people to meddle in other people's business.
"Damn it, I came to you just to show you shame. Your family is so poor that you can't take the blame. How can you, a month-old child, survive?"
The rugged man chuckled. Just when he wanted to take a step closer, the door was kicked open. The young man held a wooden stick and looked at the man in front of him angrily.
The rogue was initially shocked, but when he saw it was a young man, he immediately calmed down. He knew that this was the orphan next door to Widow Liu.
"You don't have enough hair to imitate other people's meddling in other people's business?"
The man smiled ferociously and ran towards the boy. The boy held a wooden stick and waved to hit him.
…
Not long after, the opponent snatched the stick away from him and fell to the ground.
"You also want to fight me? Don't you know that I am the number one hero in Beicheng District?"
The naughty boy laughed and wanted to teach this boy a lesson. He clenched his fist and was about to swing it out.
"Wow, Master Cha, why are you here?"
The young man suddenly looked at the door and shouted. Pipi Yizheng quickly stood up and looked out, but the door was empty. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked.
"You dare to lie to me?"
Before he could say anything, he felt his voice tense up. His penis was attacked by a sneak attack. Pain suddenly swept through his body, making his face distorted.
He suppressed the pain, crouched down and stopped the young man who had succeeded in the sneak attack and was about to take action.
A flame cyclone flew over and rushed him away. Smashed against the wall, life or death unknown.
The clothes on the rogue's chest were burned, and there was a pool of blood on his chest. He was probably gone.
The young man looked at the rogue who fell to the ground. He had not seen it because he was squatting just now, but he saw Widow Liu kneeling down and crying.
"There are gods."
The young man rushed out of the door and looked, but saw no one. But after he wandered around outside. I saw a stone on the ground that gave off a faint light.
In the night, Xu Huohuo and Lin Jie flew over the eaves, as if strolling in a courtyard.
"You were cruel." Lin Jie guessed that the rogue was already dead. After all, a monk's casual attack would be difficult for an ordinary person to contend with.
Xu Huohuo curled his lips.
"Anyway, if the bad guys don't die, they will harm the good guys."
Lin Jie was silent after hearing this. It seemed that there was nothing worth arguing about. Could it be said that his crime was not worthy of death? Or is there still a chance to get better? Is it to instill socialist values in Xu Huohuo?
It's all meaningless. Maybe one day I will regard weak and small lives as nothing. Become a high-minded practitioner and treat worldly people like ants. People will not care if they step on an ant.
Some are just the difference between intentional and unintentional.
After that, the two worked hard all night and did a few good things. Only then returned to the inn.
It was already dawn, and Lin Jie had breakfast in the lobby.
Beef noodles, the beef is very pure, without technology, and the taste is a bit bland.
Lin Jie took a nap after eating. After waking up, continue studying the Thunder Talisman.
I feel that this tone is a bit like painting, but more abstract. In my previous life, I also liked painting, and the paintings were very abstract. It seems that I am really a genius at drawing symbols.
"Thunder God of the Five Directions, I know his name. He will be there when called, with lightning and thunder."
This is the formula, but he is just learning it now, after reciting it a few times and memorizing it in his heart.
He got up and got out of bed, feeling a little bored. I made myself a pot of tea and sat by the window, drinking tea and spreading my thoughts.
Suddenly I heard a "boom" sound coming from the next room.
Damn it, Xu Huohuo must be refining elixirs, and he even exploded while refining them. Haha, her face must be ugly now. Lin Jie suddenly wanted to embarrass her, but that would definitely lead to an ugly death.
But it didn't stop him from being secretly happy in his heart. After that, there was a "boom" sound coming from the next door, which made Lin Jie very funny.
But after a while, he realized one thing, that is, the other party had too many spiritual stones. Was he wasting the spiritual medicine like this? She is indeed the sect witch, the little princess of Crimson Fire Peak. The property is indeed rich.
Xu Huohuo continued practicing until dark. During this period, the innkeeper came to inquire, but he didn't come back after being dumped by her for a piece of silver.
With a depressed look on her face, Xu Huohuo put away an exquisite alchemy furnace and calmed down the anger all over her body. She stood up and stretched her figure with a gray face. Her long red hair was a little messy, revealing her charming waist and abdomen.
"Why, why is the Nascent Soul Pill so difficult to refine?"
The materials are all of the best quality, the elixir furnace is also of the best quality, and the Spiritual Recovery Pills are well prepared, so it's not a matter of spiritual power, could it be a matter of technology?
Xu Huohuo gritted his teeth and rubbed his hair, feeling a little depressed and irritated as he couldn't figure out the answer to a math problem.
Her entire body was now like a stove, one that would explode when touched.
Lin Jie was in the next room, lying on the bed. Hearing the silence in the next room, he guessed that the other party had given up.
It's better not to mess with her today, he thought to himself. Just as he was about to go to bed, he heard someone stop at the door of the next room.
