That year, it fell a lot of snow in winter, flooding thousands of households, but there were many differences inside and outside the city. The rich people played the piano to enjoy the snow, the wine was fragrant, the singing girl danced the girl, and the skirts were floating, making the wind and snow dance into the New Year.

Outside the red window of the carved flowers, the sky-green roof tiles were covered with heavy snow, and ice was hanging under the jade tiles. The cold wind passed through the corridors like a knife, not only through the carved beams and painted buildings of the gold-paved jade houses, but also through the withered and barren old courtyard.

The wind and snow surround the world for a long time, as if it cannot dissipate at all. In the vast sky, there is no bird shadows in thousands of miles. Occasionally, there will be a sound of the cherry blossoms floating from nowhere, which is also fascinated by the cold wind and snow, and then disappears silently.

At that time, the head of Tianjian Sect was traveling down the mountain. When he slowly pushed open the vermilion door and the bright yellow candlelight shone brightly in the mansion, the dignitaries were still drinking. Before the dishes were served and the wine had not passed for three rounds, he walked out on his own. Looking at the heavy snow that had not yet fallen, the sky was filled with pale flying.

He held a clean paper umbrella, his body was a little lonely and freehand, and walked out of the door slowly.

Year after year, the melting of fresh snow is spreading on the long period of practice that is unknown to the cold and cold. Year after year, it seems that the passage of time is just a monotonous repetition.

Just like this heavy snow, after sweeping across the world, there is only one color left.

The young Taoist boy beside him looked at his umbrella and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Master, there is such a heavy snow outside, what are you doing?"

Others whispered: "Your master has never liked the excitement, he wants to go out for a walk."

The young Taoist boy said oh, turned around and looked at everything around him, because someone told him that he had worshipped his master today and was going to practice on the mountain. I am afraid that these things will not be seen in the future...

The gorgeous lights hanging on the ceiling, the hanging colorful ribbons swing slightly, and the thin porcelain bells on the dancer's waist ringed alone, passing through this bright pavilion corridor, fading away from the snow outside the bead curtain.

"When I go to Tianjianmen in the future, can I still go home often?" The child wearing Taoist children's clothes grabbed you and asked suddenly with a childish tone.

"sure."

The middle-aged woman touched the boy's head in a doting way. After a moment, her expression turned a little sad. She couldn't help but sigh: "If you become an immortal in the future, will you still be thinking about your home like this?"

"Of course. The family is so good. It's not as good as the family anywhere." The child said without thinking.

The child looked at the snow in the yard outside. If it weren't for the group of immortal guests coming to the mansion today, he would be building snowmen with his maids.

When he performed the apprenticeship ceremony, he would officially become the apprentice of that person. Then he would go to the mountain. He was reluctant to let it go. But his father seemed very happy.

The middle-aged woman rubbed the child's head and hugged him in her arms. She was reluctant to leave.

The wind and snow were shaking, and the cold wind was shaking. The head of the Tianjian Sect was alone, walking silently in the frost and snow.

After all, the world is no quieter than the mountains. No matter how heavy the snow is, it cannot cover up the devastation of an old city.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and stopped with an umbrella.

A boy, seven or eight years old, was pushed out of the mansion. The mansion closed, and the boy used his cold hands to hammer the door hard, while lifting his sleeves to wipe the rolling tears.

The boy knocked on the door that had been knocking for a long time, as if exhausted. He knelt in the snow outside the door, his eyes were red.

After all, he was just a child, another mortal. How could a thin cloth coat cover the frost and snow? The boy stood up from the snow with difficulty and walked slowly towards an alley.

The snow was deep, so he took every step he took was slow.

When the head of the Tianjian Sect saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh. The various aspects of the world were finally not as good as those of the purgatory practice on the mountain. He was focused on his mind, and the only obsession in his heart was to attain immortality.

After all, he did not stop because of a poor child. He was already a transcendent. After years of cultivation, his heart was still calm. Then he walked slowly towards another street.

The curling smoke from ordinary families, the old woman with crutches and silver hair, the children wearing new clothes and setting firecrackers and covering her ears, the beggars queuing for thin relief porridge, and the sound of chanting from the temples. At this time of year, there are always many people asking for incense and worshiping Buddha. There are also manuscripts scattered in the snow by frustrated scholars.

At this time, the bells in the temple rang and the crowd rushed in. It seemed that all the sustenance and vision for the New Year rose in the blue fireworks in front of the gods and Buddhas.

Fireworks are rising and bells are endless.

The umbrella was covered with a thin layer of snow.

The head of the Tianjian Sect suddenly looked at this long-lost world and felt sad and unconscious.

He walked step by step between the alleys, and circled around, his footprints overlapping with passers-by, and it was hard to identify them anymore.

The night gradually fell, and the vast white snow was covered with silver, and some were magnificently illuminated by the bright lights of the noble door.

Somewhere around the corner, he saw the boy, who was curled up in a dark corner, with straw spreading on her body, and his crying eyes were red and swollen.

Many people die in the city every winter. This kind of scene becomes commonplace.

"Will you not go home so late?"

The little boy looked at the young man who suddenly walked up to him and held an umbrella, with tears in his eyes and no words.

The head of the Tianjian Sect sighed softly when he saw her pale frozen lips and frost-covered eye feathers.

He squatted down and patted the boy's head. The immortal stroked the head.

The boy suddenly felt no longer cold. He looked at the young man with a fairy-like appearance and shrank his body timidly. Although he didn't know what this young man had done with his eyes but had a vicissitudes of vision, he still said thank you in a low voice.

The head of Tianjian Sect asked again: "Do you have no place to go?"

The little boy bit his lips and lowered his head. His originally tender face was touched with a lot of dirty charcoal black. His worn-out clothes could not even wrap him up. His arms were dark and shallow.

"My father is dead." The little boy spoke.

The little boy said intermittently, "My mother asked me to work for the Li family and asked me to be obedient. If I was kicked out, I wouldn't go home. I've been working in the Li family for three months and it was fine. But their lady suddenly said that I stole things, beat me up, and kicked me out."

The head of the Tianjian Sect looked at the little boy's trembling shoulders, and there was a little bitterness in his already clear state of mind. He did not ask the little boy if he really stole something, it was meaningless.

He just asked softly, "What's your name?" The little boy closed his mouth and lowered his head, refusing to speak.

"Do you don't have a name?" The little boy said after a long time, "My mother said...my mother said...my grain...grain warm. I hope I can...I can have food, wear...and wear warm clothes, and I can't die."

"Green Wensheng?" The head of Tianjian Sect murmured his name gently, and suddenly laughed. He nodded as if he realized it and said, "Well, the surname is Liang."

The little boy looked up in confusion and looked at the gentleman in front of him, but he looked confused.

No matter what his surname was before, he had his surname Liang from then on.

The head of Tianjian Sect laughed a few times, and he stretched out a hand to the little boy. He was very young, but the hand was surprisingly wide and thick, with heavy cocoons and deep palm lines intertwined.

The little boy didn't move.

"Let me go home." The head of Tianjian Sect said.

"No." The little boy shook his head:

The head of Tianjian Sect suddenly wanted to ask: Do you know who I am? But when you think about it, you feel that it is too much and you have made up your mind.

"Don't you want to live a life of having no worries about food and clothing and food and clothing? If you have enough talent and qualifications, you can still seek a way that will be difficult for mortals to reach in their entire lives. And there is no master of oppressing slaves on the mountain. You just need to treat it as your own family and take whatever you want. No one will ask if you have stole anything."

The little boy raised his head, and his dark eyes shone again, and he seemed to be shaken. But after a long silence, the little boy shook his head.

This is the biggest encounter in his life when the head of Tianjian Sect. The head's personal disciple, no matter how rich your family is, or if you have a high official or a high official, you will be honored to be your disciple, but this little boy who is almost frozen to death has repeatedly rejected him.

"Why?" The head of Tianjian Sect smiled self-deprecatingly, and he couldn't help asking.

"The Li family hasn't given me the monthly salary this month... the family is almost out of food." The little boy said crying.

"When you come with me, you, including your family, will not worry about not having enough food." The head of Tianjian Sect comforted:

"Love." The little boy's eyes dodged.

"Why did I lie to you a child?" said the head of Tianjian Sect with a smile.

"My mother said, it is impossible for anyone in this world to be nice to him for no reason." The little boy said:

"Then are you going to freeze to death on this snowy night, or choose to go to the mountain with me?" The leader of Tianjian Sect's hand stretched out did not retract. He thought for a while and said sincerely.

The little boy blinked. The thatch was very cold and his clothes were very cold.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand tremblingly and put it on his hand.

The head of Tianjian Sect held the little boy's hand and walked in the snowy night. The little boy who had been hungry for a long time suddenly became weak and he fell to the snow. The head of Tianjian Sect looked at the little boy who was struggling to come out with his knees and was struggling to come out with great effort. Suddenly, his heart moved and said with a stern look: "It's like a tribute to apprenticeship. You will be my disciple in the future. If you are talented, I will
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