When Jiang Mu killed the pseudo-Vajra Chang Qi with his great practice, although the two had a short battle, they only had a few contacts that disrupted the vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of more than ten feet. The wind and snow were like swords, and the strange phenomena were thriving, like immortals.

Both of them only paid attention to their opponent's every move, and did not notice that under a snow pile not far away, there was a young man wearing a shabby leather hat very tightly wrapped in a ragged coat and wearing a worn-out fur hat on his head was watching the battle in shock.

The young man was obviously very scared. He held his breath, lay behind the snow pile, covered his head with a few dead grass, only revealing two shiny black eyes, staring at the battlefield.

It was not until Jiang Mu successfully killed Chang Qi, and finally fainted from exhaustion and fell to the ground that the young man swallowed hard and exclaimed: "Is this a real master?"

The young man looked at Jiang Mu who fell to the ground.

I was very confused and there was a battle between heaven and man.

"Can you save me? Even such a master is afraid that I can't wake up in this snowy and ice?"

"But it is hard to guess whether these masters will wake up and kill people to silence them?"

"But, in those novels, opportunities come from this. Will this master brother be grateful for my righteous help and pass on me!"

"Do it, take a gamble!"

The young man wearing a fur hat beat the snow pile hard and walked towards Jiang Mu with some fear.

When he just walked to Jiang Mu and asked for a three-foot look, Jiang Mu, who was already unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

The young man was so scared that he trembled all over and said, "Brother Master, don't get me wrong. I'm not a bad person. I didn't want to take advantage of others' danger!"

Jiang Mu couldn't use any strength in his body. He looked at the young man who seemed to be a beggar and tried his best to say, "Take me away, the faster the better. When I get better, I will definitely repay you with kindness..."

At this point, Jiang Mu couldn't hold on anymore, and his neck tilted and he completely fainted.

The last thought is prayer.

He prayed that he could get help from others and survive the disaster.

He was not sure that he could hold on to this cold weather in a coma, and he was likely to be unable to wake up after sleeping.

In addition, this is too close to Lin'an City.

The battle with Chang Qi just now was quite disturbing. I'm afraid someone was already coming from Lin'an City. If it fell into the hands of those people, he would definitely die.

The young man saw Jiang Mu fainting and stood in the snow, breathed a sigh of relief. He stood quietly for a while, then hesitated and walked over and carried Jiang Mu onto the horse's back, then turned over and left quickly.

As Jiang Mu expected,

Not long after they left, the imperial guards from Lin'an City came to hear the news.

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Flying snow thousands of miles away, the sky is used as a furnace, and all things are dissolved into silver.

The snow is about to stop, and the wind is not set. A young man leads a horse, and a person is lying on the back of the horse. He comes from the north, and his steps are heavy to break the ice and snow on the ground, but he cannot break the loneliness between heaven and earth.

The young man was only ten years old, wearing a sheepskin hat, a short gun and a bag on his back, and walking slowly with his horse.

There was also a young man of similar age on the horse's back, wearing a black Confucian robe and scattered hair, covering his appearance. This person was Jiang Mu.

He has actually woken up for a long time.

However, his spirit had not been able to recover well, so he kept lying on the horse's back. It was cold and lying on the horse's back, which made him feel much warmer. However, his stomach was very hungry and he didn't know how long he had been in a coma.

He didn't know where he was now, but he saw a lot of refugees along the way, probably far from Lin'an City.

This year, the situation in Wei State is turbulent, and it is normal for refugees to be involved in this heavy snow disaster. However, as the capital of Wei State, the imperial court will never allow refugees to appear near Lin'an. Therefore, Jiang Mu can conclude that he should have been in a coma for a long time and was taken away by the young man who saved him.

He was hungry again, Jiang Mu moved slightly and shouted softly: "Brother, is there anything to eat?"

The young man with fur hat suddenly paused, turned around suddenly, and said in surprise: "Oh, I'll go, brother, you're awake!"

Jiang Mu raised his head, barely showed a smile, and said, "Well, brother, can you give me some food first?"

"Oh oh oh, no problem!"

The young man with fur hat hurriedly dropped the reins, walked over, held Jiang Mu, and said, "Come on, brother master, come down first and eat slowly. I have something to eat here, hehe!"

The young man with leather hat was supporting Jiang Mu, and there was a small dilapidated temple not far ahead, so he helped Jiang Mu and walked in.

When Jiang Mu and the young man with the skin hat entered the dilapidated temple, they found that there was a mother and daughter in the dilapidated temple, snuggling up to each other in a corner, both with pale faces and thin skin, and their eyes were dull.

Jiang Mu took a look and found a dry place to sit down.

The young man with leather hat took off the bag on his back, took out a piece of bread from it and handed it to Jiang Mu. He said embarrassedly: "Brother Master, I'm sorry, I only have this bread. You can eat some first!"

Jiang Mu smiled slightly and bowed, "Thank you, brother, it's already very good!"

The young man with a fur hat smiled, took out another bamboo tube containing water and handed it to Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu quickly thanked him and started eating the noodles.

The noodles are very dry and taste bad.

But Jiang Mu ate very happily because he was too hungry and got rid of most of the cake. When he took a sip of water and was about to continue eating, he suddenly saw the mother and daughter in that corner.

The little girl was dressed in rags and had a haggard face. She hid in her mother's arms, staring at the bread in Jiang Mu's hand, swallowing her saliva constantly, and her two sunken eyes were full of yearning.

Jiang Mu looked at the little girl's eyes.

At that moment, a string in my heart was touched.

He looked at the little half of the cake left in his hand, hesitated for a moment, walked slowly over, put it in the little girl's hand in the shocked look, then touched the little girl's head, and smiled and said, "Eat it, go find a way out after eating!"

The little girl held the dough tightly and hurriedly gave half to her mother, then started eating it in big mouthfuls, for fear that Jiang Mu would repent and snatch the dough back.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..." The woman hurriedly thanked her thank you very much.

Jiang Mu shook his head, sighed, turned around and walked back slowly, touching his stomach while walking, and was still a little hungry.

However, he also knew that the young man with the fur hat who saved him did not have much food, and the other party was his benefactor. He had been a good person with the other party's bread, so he couldn't find him to eat.

But the young man took the initiative to say, "Brother Master, you must have not eaten enough yet. Come on, I still have it here, you can eat it!"

As he spoke, the young man took out a bread from his bag and handed it to Jiang Mu.

Looking at the honesty of the young man with fur hat, Jiang Mu felt a little embarrassed.

Jiang Mu himself was hungry, so this time he didn't think about giving the bread to the mother and daughter again. As the saying goes, if you are poor, you will be safe. His current identity does not allow him to have too much compassion.

After eating the noodles, the mother and daughter did not think of hating Jiang Mu, but slowly stood up and bowed towards Jiang Mu and left the ruined temple.

When the mother and daughter left, Jiang Mu couldn't help but sigh and said, "This world is so painful!"

"Not that," said the young man with fur hat: "God doesn't let people live, there are too many places that have suffered disaster this year."

Jiang Mu sighed and didn't say anything else.

A cake was finished quickly. Jiang Mu drank two more sips of water and stood up to leave.

Suddenly, at this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps sounded outside the ruined temple, and a large group of refugees holding wooden sticks or kitchen knives rushed in from outside the ruined temple, surrounding Jiang Mu and the others, coming in full force.

A middle-aged man with a leading appearance waved a steel knife and said, "If you want to survive, hand over the food!"

"Dear heroes, misunderstandings," the young man with leather hat hurriedly stood up and protected Jiang Mu behind him, and said, "My brother and I also escaped. How could we have food?"

At this moment, an excited voice suddenly sounded behind the group of refugees: "Don't listen to him nonsense, it's them, it's them. I saw that they had a lot of bread in their hands, and the horse outside was theirs. The person wearing black clothes was still a sick chatter, and he could rob it!"

Jiang Mu Xunyin looked at him and what he never expected was that the person who spoke was the mother among the mother and daughter who had just given half a cake.
Chapter completed!