The wind and snow have stopped, the sky and the earth are covered with heavy makeup, and the traces of the war have long been covered.
On the platform, one person and one dog became a snowman and a snowdog. Only two pairs of eyes were exposed, looking into the distance with indifference. This was the afterglow after the murder and the loneliness and boredom in this world.
"Creak..."
The figure was getting closer and closer, and when he reached the stage, he was a small figure, wearing a shabby little cotton-padded jacket, with messy hair, and a pair of bare feet that were red with cold. He was holding an oil paper bag in his hand. He was the middle figure in Bairi City. That little homeless beggar girl.
She first looked up at the stage and said in a childish voice: "Brother Saint, are you dead?"
There was no response, then he walked around in a circle and climbed up the stage with difficulty along the tall steps. He approached cautiously and saw the two pairs of eyes. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a "Ah" sound, and the oil paper bag in his hand fell into In the snow, the bag was opened and a cold roast chicken was revealed.
A big hand suddenly stretched out, picked up the roasted chicken, put it in his nose and smelled it: "The marinade is too heavy, and the original chicken flavor has been lost."
"Yes!" The voice next to him roared, melting the snow around the dog's mouth.
Then, without any courtesy, one person and one dog were separated, and the chewing sound of "bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah" spread far and wide in the snowy night.
The little beggar girl got up, as if she was no longer afraid, squatting in front, holding her cheeks, watching one person and one dog eating chicken, her big black and white eyes sparkling, and she grinned, showing two rabbit teeth.
Xin Zhuo spit out the chicken bones and asked casually: "How old are you and what is your name?"
The little beggar girl said timidly: "I am seven years old and have no name. They call me a bastard. I know this is not a good word."
"Bastard?" Xin Zhuo frowned and asked, "Whose child are you?"
The little beggar girl replied: "My family was originally in Yichun Courtyard, but then my mother ran away and I had no home!"
Xin Zhuo said: "Yichun Courtyard? This doesn't seem to be a serious family."
The little beggar girl tilted her head and said: "But... my mother said that we are a very good family. My mother and aunts helped many helpless uncles, uncles, and grandfathers spend many helpless nights. If there are Bodhisattvas in the world, they are Bodhisattvas."
Xin Zhuo understood, nodded and said: "Well, they are indeed female Bodhisattvas, but when your mother ran away, why didn't she take you with her?"
The little beggar girl sighed: "She said that the place she went to was very dangerous and that it was safe here. After everyone left, there was a lot of food here."
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment and said, "Your mother is a good mother, so where is your father?"
The little beggar girl curled her lips and said, "My mother said that I have one hundred and thirty-seven fathers, but they all went to far away places!"
Xiao Huang couldn't help but said: "It's so scary, why do you have so many fathers?"
The little beggar girl said seriously: "My mother said that in the year and month she was pregnant with me, she met one hundred and thirty-seven uncles, all of whom might be my father!"
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang looked at each other, it made sense!
Xin Zhuo threw away the finished roast chicken bones, wiped the oil stains with snow, and waved: "Come, I will braid your hair in exchange for your roast chicken."
The little beggar girl nodded, approached cautiously, and turned her back.
Xin Zhuo stretched out his hands, Ma Liu skillfully combed and braided her hair, and soon the outline of a double-eared bun appeared.
Xiao Huang's dog eyes were wide open. Even though he knew that his master could braid his hair, but...this was a pair of hands that had killed millions of aliens. How could they do such a delicate job? Would anyone believe it?
Xin Zhuo's hands sped up and he finished knitting in the blink of an eye. He pinched the beggar girl's dirty face and said, "Look, she's so beautiful..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he immediately stretched out his two fingers to press on the little girl's Tianling Gai, with a hint of solemnity and shock gradually appearing on his face.
He let go of his hand, his expression kept changing, and then, a kind smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said gracefully: "Do you want to learn martial arts? The kind that flies into the sky?"
The little girl blinked: "Yes!"
"How about you kowtow a few times and drink a bowl of water?" Xin Zhuo was very interested.
The little beggar girl knelt down and kowtowed seven or eight times, then tilted her little face and waited.
Xin Zhuo cautiously summoned a bunch of water from Wangyue Well, drank it for her, and said with a smile: "How about I... give you a name for your master?"
The beggar girl's eyes lit up: "Okay! Okay!"
"When choosing a name, it should be poetic and picturesque..."
Xin Zhuo looked at the heavy snow in the sky and leisurely recited many poems: "Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared... It must be the drunken gods who smashed the white clouds into pieces... What does the white snow look like, not like catkins? Because the wind blows..."
The little yellow eyes are very bright.
The little beggar girl also knows about poetry, and the brothel has no shortage of these. Her little face is rosy, and she is very happy.
"I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo every now and then..." Xin Zhuo let out a long sigh, but before he could finish his words, he changed his tone and said, "Why don't you call me Goudan? How about you? It's easy to feed!"
"Uh..." Xiao Huang was shocked, so why do you read so many poems?
The little beggar girl curled her lips and was about to cry.
Xin Zhuo quickly smiled and said: "This is a nickname, what about the real name Zhao Feixue? Zhao... is the surname of a fairy-like woman, Fei is the name of another woman, and the snow matches the weather today, so together they are Zhao Feixue!"
The little beggar girl then broke down in tears and smiled, kowtowing again: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the name!"
Xin Zhuo patted her head: "Go back and find a place to sleep. Come tomorrow night, I will open your martial arts for you and teach you how to fly into the sky!"
With a wave of his hand, "Goudan" flew into the distant city with the wind.
Xiao Huang looked at Xin Zhuo with a puzzled look: "Master, why did you think of accepting a disciple? This is not your style!"
"What's wrong with me accepting a disciple? Even Yinxu warriors can accept disciples. I, a dignified saint, an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, accept a disciple just for fun. I'm here, the king of heaven, can you say anything bad about me?"
Xin Zhuo summoned Wangyue Well, looked at a brand new sacrifice to the spirit, and sighed. He could only describe his mood at this moment as envy, jealousy, and hatred.
He was born with the three major mutations of "Ice", "Thunder" and "Wind" and complete the five elements of Qi. If it were the original Great Zhou, he could be called a god-like "Shin Dao Zi".
Not only that, there is something in this little girl's Yuan Chen Palace, something extremely terrifying, something that is not in the Five Elements, not a warrior, not an immortal.
According to Wangyuejing's "Note", when this little girl reaches the Saint Realm in the future, it will be his!
The bastard "Wangyuejing" left himself here. I'm afraid that in addition to practicing, there is also the reason for this little girl. The water in the well has been inexplicably rising and falling in the past few days.
But, how could a prostitute in a small frontier town give birth to such an unnatural child?
…
Deep in the abyss of hundreds of tribes.
Among the rocks in the valley where ten saints sat cross-legged and discussed that day, there were now thirteen people.
Ten were lying down and three were sitting cross-legged.
"The Hunyuan Saint, the nine-color true energy, the five holy patterns, the natural divine power, the magical skills all over the body, the magic and martial arts, and the ability to fight across borders without falling behind in the realm of the three great saints..."
Lin Xiutian, the young master of the "Qinglin Clan" who wore feminine makeup and raised his orchid fingers, but did not look feminine, looked around at the crowd of saints from various tribes, and all he said were shocking praises.
No! This is not a compliment, it is the real ability of the human boy who protects the formation alone. No matter how old he is, he cannot belittle him against his will.
Naxu Xing's whole body was in great pain, and he couldn't help but curse: "How did the human race pick up such a monster? Even the Green Emperor of the human race recorded in the book of my barbarian ancestors is nothing more than this!"
"Compared with Qinghuang, passed!"
Lin Xiutian said: "In short, it is difficult to break this formation."
The lying Suhu cursed: "Ten clans and thirteen saints were blocked by a boy. Will anyone believe it?"
Linglong of the Snow Wing Clan suddenly said in a cold voice: "Breaking the Hundred Clans Abyss is the death order given by our ancestors. Now that it has been wasted for several months and it has not been broken, I'm afraid it's hard to explain!"
Lin Xiutian said: "However, we really have nothing to do with this person. The key point is that all the great saint level and above masters of all races within a radius of 100,000 miles and even the entire south are now attacking the human race's Nine Sihai Formation. What can we do?"
Xiu Xing said in a deep voice: "The Snow Wing Clan's most precious ancient immortal Gu seems to be here!"
Linglong flatly refused: "It can't be used until it is absolutely necessary. It's not the last moment. After all, this person can't beat his four legs with his two fists. He has exhausted his true energy. If he is not given a chance to breathe for a day, he will not be able to survive for three months." , three months is not enough for a year, naturally it can be killed or broken!"
A group of people nodded: "Okay!"
…
"The formation is dead, but the people are alive. I'm afraid it will be difficult to do next..."
The night was deep, Xin Zhuo rotated several heavens, watched the Danhai for a long time, looked at the night sky, and said: "Xiao Huang, to tell you the truth, I am using them to practice. If they are always so indestructible, I'm afraid they will Invite masters, great sages and even holy kings, then you will have no chance, and you may even lose your life.
Or, if they don't attack, they will go to another small formation, and the food here will be tasteless! "
The little yellow eyes rolled and said: "Show them weakness, such as weakness visible to the naked eye, dejection, a little bit of a miss, a candle in the wind, in danger, life is at stake, the oil is exhausted... always give them hope, Has the master forgotten this?"
"You know how to use words!"
Xin Zhuo stretched.
(End of chapter)
