The night sky is like the bottom of a pot, with only a few starlights embedded; the earth is like a bright hall, and snow covers the sky.

Under the leeward cliff, a bonfire swayed, and the branches were burning.

There was a copper pot on the bonfire, and the snow in the pot was melting, and white smoke gradually emerged.

The hunched figure sat next to the fire, holding the big smoke pole with one hand and sucking the clouds and mists, and putting the other hand in your arms to keep warm.

The light of the bonfire shines on a face full of gullies, and it is uncertain.

This is an old Taoist priest.

The Taoist bun on his head was slightly scattered, and his pale hair floated with the fire in the night breeze. He was wearing a not-so-thick Taoist robe. The Taoist robe was dirty and greasy, and he had patched it. I don’t know how long it took to wear it but I haven’t changed it.

The old Taoist priest clattered one after another, and balls of smoke exhaled from his mouth and nose, intertwined with the water vapor in the copper pot, and a hazy appearance appeared under the flames.

Beside the Taoist priest, beside the fire, a thin figure curled up. The figure was wrapped in a fur coat and motionless.

Suddenly, the little figure under the fur coat trembled, as if the drowning person was about to be drowned suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and sat up suddenly!

A pair of confused and alert eyes opened.

The old Taoist priest glanced at him: "Awaken?"

He knocked off the remains of his pipe, picked up a cube of tobacco from the small cloth bag around his waist, filled it up again, compacted it, and lit it again.

The one who turned over and sat up was a child with a yin and yang head, a naked forehead, and a braid on the back of his head had long been scattered, fluffy and dirty. His face was pretty, especially his eyes were very bright.

The child shivered and couldn't help but grab the fur coat covered with it.

"you..."

The old Taoist priest whispered, and the smoke was fluttering: "Which child from your family is cold this time, aren't you afraid of death?"

He said again: "When the old Taoist saw you, your mouth was so cold that it was purple, and he only breathed half his breath. I see, your child, dressed like a poor slave family. Where are your parents and family members? How can you leave you alone in the snow?"

The child's expression relaxed, he got up, knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you for saving my life! Master Dao's name is so good to teach me to remember it and never forget it for the rest of his life!"

When the old Taoist priest heard this, he showed a strange look: "It turns out that it is not a baby from the people. He knows the etiquette and is also kind and kind. He has read books. The old Taoist family's surname is Wei, and he has a Taoist name, called Heyi. Little baby, what is your name? Where is your home? How can he fall into this snow?"

The child kowtowed: "Wei Heyi, Master Wei, I remember it!"

He raised his head: "My name is Lu Heng, and I live in Qingshankou, Shibalipu. My parents took me to the capital to visit my grandfather. I just left Shibalipu and was intercepted and killed by my beard. My parents..."

As I spoke, my eyes turned red.

"So that's it." Old Dao Wei was silent after hearing this: "There is nothing to do if you are full of beards in Guandong. So the little baby is already alone."

For a moment, I felt like I thought of myself, what's the difference between a scattered body, a snowy and ice?

I couldn't help but sigh.

He said: "My father and I are destined to be a person on the same road!"

Seeing the water rolling in the copper pot, the old Taoist priest was not afraid of soup. He stretched out his dry hand, took off the copper pot from the flame, took out a black ball from his arms and threw it in, swayed it for a while, and handed it to Lu Heng: "Take a sip and warm your body."

Lu Heng was afraid of being hot, so he wrapped his sleeves and held the copper pot, hissing and sucking a small mouthful, making him grin.

The old Taoist priest couldn't help laughing when he saw it.

After a hot hot soup containing a hint of Chinese herbal smell, the heat swelled up in the stomach. Lu Heng was energetic and endured the heat and took another sip.

Then he immediately handed the pot back to the old man: "Master Dao, you can drink it too."

The old Taoist priest nodded with a smile, grabbed the copper pot and poured it into half, and was really not afraid of being hot. The rest was thrown to the child: "You have frostbite, drink more to avoid falling into the disease."

Lu Heng held the pot and swallowed it in small mouthfuls, feeling the heat flow bursting in his stomach that washed away the whole body over and over again, and his spirit instantly relaxed.

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

The old Taoist priest was thinking about something, and his expression was leisurely.

Lu Heng is also in a daze.

"It's a blessing to the old master, otherwise I'll die!" Lu Heng thought to himself: "In this winter in the northeast, the single climate is enough to kill people."

In my mind, a lot of blood and fire flowed by, and there was a scene of a middle-aged couple sitting happily in the carriage; a beard suddenly came out, gunfire, and a mess of soldiers; there was a scene of the couple sacrificing themselves to save their children, dragging their beards, and shouting at him to leave quickly...

These memories become more and more fluent and gradually become a real part of the mind.

Lu Heng really didn't expect that he would come over in a daze. As soon as he arrived, he walked between life and death.

An uncle in his early thirties suddenly turned into a ten-year-old child. Before he could understand what was going on, he almost got killed by his beard.

I escaped by luck, ran around in the snow and almost froze to death.

This is so unlucky, where can I tell you?

However, this fainting smoothly merged with the child's memory, and was called Lu Heng. One was the young master of a landlord family in the northeast at the end of the Qing Dynasty; the other was an older young man who was mediocre after a hundred years.

Lu Heng didn't know why he traveled through time. The mystery in the novel happened to him, and there was always a trance. But this is not a dream, with flesh and blood, cold and heat, a real world.

Old Dao Wei suddenly said, "It's late at night, let's sleep for a while."

Lu Heng had finished drinking the soup from the copper pot and raised his tender face: "Master Dao, why don't you sleep for a while, I'll watch the fire. When you wake up, I'll go to bed?"

Wei Heyi knocked on the cigarette pole: "I am sleepy, why are you a little baby competing with me? Go to sleep."

"oh."

Lu Heng grinned, wrapped his jacket tightly, and shrank his head in.

"It's a shivering little devil."

The old Taoist priest smiled happily.

Closed his eyes, and soon, Lu Heng gradually fell asleep in a daze. In a daze, he felt that he was flying, keeping up, flying, flying into a starry sky that was irresistible.

Stars of all sizes emit dim light, flashing with you and me.

He couldn't help counting.

In this vast darkness, there are only one hundred and eight stars. There are thirty-six big stars and seventy-two small stars.

Small stars surrounded by big stars, and they circled each other for a moment.

One of the small stars was particularly shining, and the other stars were very dim, but this little star was so bright. Lu Heng couldn't help but be attracted by it, as if there was a rope in the dark, leading him to fly towards the kind star and finally merged into one!

In an instant, two huge and distorted words flashed in Lu Heng's heart that he didn't recognize but knew the meaning - "Take it"!

Take: Take the seventy-two techniques of the Earth Evil.

Wind, clouds, thunder, fire, metal, stone, earth, wood, everything in heaven and earth cannot be eaten. Those who eat it cannot be transformed. Those who transform it cannot be strengthened are called taking food!
Chapter completed!