Ordinary town.

It's bustling with people coming and going.

Baishan wore an ordinary human skin mask, found a breakfast stall, sat at a wooden table with few people, and shouted: "Store, one soy milk, three fried dough sticks."

"Come on," the store owner responded, and soon arrived with a dinner plate, and said again, "Sir, please use it slowly."

Baishan silently took out a small piece of silver and placed it in front of the table.

The boss stared at the money and asked in a daze: "Do you want to order some stir-fried vegetables? I won't cook them until noon. If you want them, I'll ask my mother-in-law to cook them now."

Bai Shan said: "I won't order."

The boss rubbed his hands and said: "This little soy milk and fried dough sticks is enough for a few cents. Sir, you have too much money and it's hard to change."

Bai Shan said: "No need to change."

The boss's eyes lit up and he asked tentatively: "Then the guest officer must want to inquire about the news?"

Bai Shan was noncommittal.

It's really difficult for him to know what's going on around him when he's out there alone. After all, there's no relevant intelligence network.

Seeing his acquiescence, the boss smiled and said: "Sir, please tell me. I know a lot about the things in Beiyin Town. What do you want to know, sir?"

Bai Shandao: "It's nothing special, it's just a big thing that happened in this town recently."

The boss said "Okay" and began to talk, starting from the wealthy family's recruitment, to the disputes between the martial arts schools, and then to the war in western Jinzhou, and the refugees' impact on this small town.

impact

Baishan listened quietly.

The town he was in was still east of Jinzhou and close to Qianzhou, so it was not too involved in the chaos. However, the west of Jinzhou had already become a purgatory on earth and a place where gods and gods fight.

But the boss obviously didn't know this information. He only thought that it was caused by the chaos and the army of the Daqian Dynasty was attacking the remnants of the previous dynasty. But what did the imperial army and the remnants of the previous dynasty have to do with them?

They just want to live a good life.

As for the Hermits, Paradise, and Immortals among them, the boss doesn't know anything about them.

Baishan just listened for a while, without any useful information.

However, there is no news, just good news

Black Cloud Mountain is not far away, and the murder of Master Huang Yun will inevitably trigger a quick response from the Xuantu Immortal Sect.

This reaction is like a roar in the deep sea, which will also affect the surrounding small towns.

Any movement in this Immortal Sect is a big deal to ordinary people. The so-called "Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet" has a similar meaning.

But now, the breakfast stall owner didn't say anything unusual, which is good news to a certain extent.

Baishan listened for a while and then handed the broken silver to the boss.

The boss felt that he couldn't get over it, and he didn't provide any information. It was not worth the money, so he asked: "Sir, would you like to order something else?"

Bai Shan said: "Then let's get thirty fried dough sticks and ten bowls of soy milk."

The boss felt at ease now, smiled, put away the broken money, and said, "Okay."

After a while, the wooden table where Bai Shan was sitting was already filled with breakfast.

The boss murmured to himself that this young man didn't look fat, and he didn't look like he would eat so much in one meal.

He turned around, received two more guests, and then looked back to where the young man was, only to find that the young man had long since disappeared from the wooden table under the tree.

Instead there was a group of little beggars gobbling up the food.

The boss was stunned for a moment, looking at this scene with his mouth open.

But the White Mountain has gone far away.

He hasn't eaten for a long time and usually just takes Bigu Pill to avoid hunger.

"Thank you, uncle!" A little beggar came after him to thank him.

Bai Shan turned his head and looked at the dirty little beggar.

The little beggar, who speaks openly and fearlessly, can vaguely recognize the appearance of a girl, and behind the girl there is a little boy who looks like a follower.

The little boy was looking at him timidly.

There was a look of memory in Baishan's eyes, and then he showed a gentle smile. Although the gentle smile of the human skin mask was very strange, it was still gentle.

He took twenty copper coins from his arms, put them in the hands of the little beggar who was talking, and said warmly: "Remember to divide them equally."

"Thank you, uncle!" The little beggar girl thanked her in a pleasant voice, and then she pulled the little beggar boy behind her.

The little beggar boy also blushed and said, "Thank you, uncle."

Baishan turned and left.

Cold winter.

In a few days, after detouring two more towns, he would return to Wantai Mountain.

Bai Shan wrapped his clothes around his body, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the road extending into the distance.

This road was very lively, but he was outside of the excitement.

He breathed out a breath of hot breath on the cold winter street, which was like a sigh.

"Sister Miaomiao,

I

miss you so much

Really, I really want to”

barren mountain.

The heavy snow has cleared up already.

Above the stream, the sunlight ripples, contrasting with each other, making it sparkling.

Qi Yaohua was wearing a floral cotton jacket and old cotton trousers. She came to the stream with her hair disheveled. She crossed her arms and took a breath. Then she bent down again and stared blankly at the water. Then she straightened up and began to speak strangely to the air.

.

It seems that there is an invisible presence in the air.

"I'm afraid of water"

"I won't go down"

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped straight into the water uncontrollably, then ran towards the depths of the stream, then shouted "Oh!" and sank into the depths of the stream.

After a while of fussing, Qi Yaohua took out a dark golden book page from the water.

The pages of the book are very heavy, and "Xuangui Gonggong Chapter" is written in ancient script at the top.

Qi Yaohua reluctantly dragged her out of the water, then knelt down in front of the book page and started talking to the air again:

"Are you going to let me practice this?"

"But I can't"

"Dad said that I am not born to practice martial arts."

As soon as she finished speaking, her body stiffened strangely, and then she began to dance uncontrollably with punches.

Practiced for a long time

She collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

"No more."

"I can't do it anymore"

"I don't want to practice."

At this time, the presence in the air seemed to say something.

Qi Yaohua faced the air and responded: "Revenge?

But, I don’t want revenge.”

"What do you want to do?

I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

"Becoming stronger?

Why have you become stronger?"

Even so, Qi Yaohua also knew that she had been saved by some extraordinary existence.

The being she mistakenly thought was a little boy might be some kind of god or demon.

In fact, this "little boy" is one of the great abyssal beings believed in in the Paradise, and his status is equivalent to a certain Buddha believed by Buddhists.

But unlike the Buddha, it only has instincts and only seeks to satisfy itself.
To be continued...