"Beef thinly sliced, a pot of hot wine - come on!"
"A cage of meat buns! A cage of sweet cakes! Another bowl of beef noodles in clear soup!"
"Little brother, please bring a bowl of plum blossom soup cake..."
Various voices rang out alternately. On a cold winter morning, the wind was cold, and white mist spewed out between the words, blurring everyone's faces.
At the corner of the street, a boy of five or six years old was curled up. He was wearing shabby and thin clothes and a pair of dirty shoes. He was not warm at all when he stepped in the snow.
The trousers didn't fit well, and half of the calf was exposed, which was red from the cold. The little boy didn't care about it, looking around with his eyes open.
His face was dirty, and only one pair of eyes, like the topmost black jade, was clear and transparent.
A middle-aged man bought three big steamed buns and a bowl of noodle soup. He couldn't eat it until the end, so he put down half a steamed bun and a mouthful of soup.
The little boy stared at it as if he had found a treasure. As soon as the middle-aged man left, he rushed out of the corner, picked up half a steamed bun with one hand, and took the bowl with the other and was about to pour it into his mouth. .
His behavior was quickly disgusted by others, and before the cold soup fell, a slap fell so hard that the whole bowl was overturned.
The soup was spilled on him, and the small piece of wet clothes was blown by the cold wind, and it was tightly attached to his body, cold and icy.
"Where's the dirty stuff! Get out of here!"
The muscular strong man glared at him cursingly, the malice and disgust in it almost turned into reality, and the boy was stabbed like a knife.
The boy silently squeezed the remaining half of the steamed bun, clenched his small hands into fists, and turned silently to leave.
The brawny man saw the steamed bun in his hand again in a blink of an eye, and became angry, "Dirty thing, what are you holding in your hand?! How dare you take a big steamed bun that is one copper and one piece for nothing?!"
It was obviously only a small piece left, not even a bite.
The boy ran away, and when the strong man saw that he was about to run, he strode over and pulled his collar. Things haven't been going well for him recently, and he has long wanted to find someone who is good to bully to discuss and get out of his anger!
The boy was thin, and his body was too cold to move. He fell to the ground after only two steps, and was caught up by a strong man before he got up.
When the dark and vicious hand was about to reach his back collar, a white hand stretched out gracefully and pinched the strong man's wrist.
The slender fingers easily pinched the stout man's stout wrist, but he didn't seem to have much strength, but the sturdy man felt as if his wrist was being clamped by iron pliers, unable to move.
As the most majestic thorn in the street, the strong man has never been so boldly offended.
He changed color suddenly, and turned his head angrily, wanting to see which bold and ignorant child dared to pluck the hair on the tiger's head. As a result, when he turned his head, he only saw a noble-looking young man in white, who looked over with a smile, and flipped his hand lightly.
The strong man suddenly felt that his whole hand was numb, and he couldn't lift it. His face changed, knowing that he had encountered a ruthless character, gritted his teeth and insisted on the scene and shouted: "Who are you?! Sign up for the title!"
The boy in white glanced at him lazily, his smile continued, and he replied in a good-natured manner: "There is no name in the rivers and lakes, it is not worth mentioning."
The strong man still wanted to speak, but the next moment he felt numb all over, he couldn't stand still for a while, and fell to the ground with a thud, his tongue seemed to be swollen, and he could only make a ho ho sound when he opened his mouth.
There were actually three or two people eating around, but no one helped him. This strong man is famous for splashing on this street, and no one wants to get dirty.
The boy in white ignored him, turned a few steps and walked in front of the little boy, reaching out to him: "Can you still stand up?"
The little boy looked down at his dirty hands and said nothing.
The boy in white just laughed, and he didn't know how he did it. With a flick of his wrist, a large cloak appeared, with a grey-white fluffy collar that looked soft and warm.
With a shake of his hand, he wrapped the little boy in a big cloak.
A fluffy ring around his neck covered most of the boy's face, and the little boy heard someone whispering beside him, "Ah, it's an immortal cultivator."
Immortal repair.
what is that
He chewed this unfamiliar word blankly, but his body suddenly rose into the air, he was about to struggle subconsciously, but was patted on the back, a clear and gentle voice sounded in his ear: "Don't move. "
The boy in white picked him up with one hand, and the little boy who had been malnourished for a long time was light and fluttering.
The little boy froze when he patted him, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.
This posture brought him very close to the boy. When he looked up, he saw the boy's delicate profile face and jade-like earlobes. His complexion was fair and delicate. At first glance, he was used to being pampered.
My stomach suddenly growled, and my stomach started to protest after not eating for a long time. He held his breath for a moment, so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole and get in immediately.
The boy in white also heard this voice, and with a little pity, he carried him and walked quickly into a breakfast shop, found a seat with no wind, sat down, and neatly ordered a bunch of food.
It will take time for the food to be ready and delivered. The boy in white made a snow-white handkerchief out of nowhere. He asked the store for a bowl of hot water, soaked the handkerchief with water, and wiped his face gently and meticulously. .
After wiping his face, he wiped his hands, and finally the young man tapped his fingers and performed a small technique. Ordinary people can't bear too much spiritual power, so he can only use his spiritual power to condense a soft cloud-like little white ball, and let the boy hug and warm his hands.
The food was quickly brought up, the rice thick and meaty porridge, the small meat buns just released, the snow-white steamed buns, and a plate of vegetable fried pork slices.
It is very common to eat food, he wanders here every day and can see countless times.
The dense heat drifted in front of his eyes, and he asked in a low voice through the hazy mist, "What's your name?"
…
"Zhi Xian? Zhi Xian!" The roommate's hearty voice suddenly sounded, sounding excited, "Your dubbing won an award! They asked you to report your name! How do you say, do you want to report your real name?"
"Ah?" Shen Zhixian, who was woken up, opened his eyes in a daze. He, who was not fully awake, didn't realize what his roommate was saying, "What's the name?"
The roommate hates that iron is not steel: "The dubbing you submitted before won the first prize. The organizer is going to announce the award information. Do you want to put your real name or put on a small vest?"
Shen Zhixian yawned and finally remembered this.
He turned his head to the side, wearily buried his head in the quilt, turned on the bluetooth earphones that had been playing all night and slipped from his neck, and just finished the last sentence of the looping single just before the automatic shutdown when the battery was dead.
"...Three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, see each other year after year."
Leisurely and tactfully.
He muffled in the bed and said, "Put on a vest. Let's call Sui Jian, Sui Sui, see you when we meet—reply for me, I have to sleep for a while..."
…
All kinds of messy things, messy and messy fragments of memories.
At the end of the dream, there was another endless dark sea, and he was drowning in it, unable to move or breathe.
When Shen Zhixian woke up, he couldn't tell where he was for a while, his vision was blurred, and everything he saw was hazy.
When breathing, there was still a throbbing pain in the chest, and the whole body was sore and painful, as if it had been dismantled and reassembled. He gasped slightly, endured the pain, slowly regained his senses, and focused his eyes on the group of figures in front of him.
It is the fourth elder.
"Fourth Master Uncle..." Shen Zhixian felt that his throat was sore, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding each other.
A smell of rust came up in his throat, his face turned pale, he endured for a while, but he couldn't help coughing. This cough affected the chest cavity, and the heart began to hurt again, as if it had been hollowed out by someone.
The fourth elder was so distressed that he helped him to sit up with difficulty, patted his back lightly, and without turning his head, ordered the person standing beside him: "Go and get that spirit elixir water."
A cup of warm water was quickly brought to the front, and the fourth elder took it and carefully fed it to others.
The spirit pill water went down his throat, and the abundant spiritual energy infiltrated the heart veins that had been severely wounded and full of mottled scars. Shen Zhixian breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally felt that he was alive.
Seeing that there was nothing serious about him, the Fourth Elder breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but mutter: "Why did you suddenly get sick again? Yan Jin had a white face when he came to me, but it scared me to death... I'll just say this. It's okay to push things aside, why do you have to go to Trial Mountain by yourself?"
Hearing Yan Jin's name, Shen Zhixian raised his eyes a little, and saw Yan Jin's sculptural pestle behind the fourth elder, the corners of his eyes were red, his face was tired, as if he had been running for ten days and a half without closing his eyes.
His clothes were wrinkled and had not been changed, the collar was still broken, and his body was dirty, only a pair of dark eyes stared at this side, seeing Shen Zhixian turn his eyes, his eyes were slightly bright bright.
It was a rare embarrassment.
Between the light and the flint, Shen Zhixian made up his mind in a second.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, didn't mean to talk to Yan Jin, and pretended not to see Yan Jin's dim eyes, he slowly relieved himself, smiled at the fourth elder in a soothing way, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's alright. I've been slacking off a lot lately, and if I'm lazy again, Sect Master Song will probably get angry."
The fourth elder said unhappily, "He can be angry. He doesn't necessarily get angry once a year. More anger will help his health." What's the matter? It's so good, and a heart attack has occurred?"
The fourth elder glanced at Yan Jin and joked, "Is this kid making you angry?"
The fourth elder has been in frequent contact with Wufeng in recent years, and often sees the interaction between Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin's master and apprentice. Seeing that the two of them had a good relationship, he also talked to the third elder, saying that Shen Zhixian would at least have a good apprentice to rely on in the future.
He knew that Shen Zhixian was protecting his apprentice very closely, and if he wanted to change it to the usual one, such a joke of Yan Jin would definitely provoke Shen Zhixian's righteous rebuttal. Who knew that this time Shen Zhixian was silent for a while before he said hoarsely: " no."
The fourth elder immediately sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to ask again, but Shen Zhixian rubbed his brows and put on a tired look: "It's not about Ajin, it's my problem. I'm bothering the fourth uncle to run such a thing for me again. traveled…”
He made it clear that he didn't want to say more. The fourth elder turned his head and glanced at Yan Jin, but the child who had always been calm was also dumbfounded.
The fourth elder frowned, knowing that something must have happened between the two. However, he has never been an elder who likes to ask questions and meddle in his own business. After hesitating for a moment, he still took Shen Zhixian's pulse to make sure that he was fine. He suppressed his worries and said, "Take more rest, and take medicine on time."
Shen Zhixian nodded gratefully to him, and thanked him again. The fourth elder patted the back of his hand, "What are you doing so politely, if you feel uncomfortable, send someone to find Shishu immediately, do you know?"
After instructing Shen Zhixian, he turned his head and instructed Yan Jin: "Your master takes medicine the hardest, you have to keep an eye on it, don't let him fall down secretly."
Yan Jin nodded blankly, lost his usual composure, and saw that the fourth elder was about to walk out of the door. After a moment of hesitation, he chased after a few steps and asked in a low voice, "Fourth elder, Master respect him..."
The hands of the fourth elders were all on the door panel and they were about to be pushed out. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing that his worried expression did not seem to be fake, he said, "Your master is a porcelain doll now, so you have to coax and get angry. Not to be hurt."
Yan Jin responded and stood there for a while, stunned, until the fourth elder pushed the door and left, and the door was smashed back with a bang by the wind, he suddenly woke up, and rushed back to the bed in three or two steps. .