The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

Zuo Le was a little angry for a moment.

In the frontier city of Yumen, such a child appeared... What on earth was the father doing? !

He didn't expect to meet such a young beggar in Yumen.

From the child's thin body, Zuo Le could tell that the other person's life must not be very good... Where are the other person's parents?

Zuo Le first put his hand into his pocket to take out a few taels of silver, but after thinking for a moment, he went to buy cakes from the cake vendor first, and then approached cautiously.

When the child saw this, although he was a little panicked at first, after looking at the crowd around him, he seemed to have some confidence and had the courage to accept Zuo Le's kindness.

Most of the people in Yumen are full of martial virtue, and people in the martial arts world also like to be chivalrous and righteous. It would be too harsh to ask those martial artists who are accustomed to being unrestrained to raise an extra child for no reason, but occasional relief and righteous actions are still okay.

But it is obvious that the child did not receive much relief, and it was only enough to maintain his current survival.

"Thank you."

The child wolfed down the food and thanked Zuo Le.

It can be seen that he has a maturity that is beyond his age.

But when Zuo Le saw the child's sensible look, he felt a little sad in his heart.

He asked in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Son, where are your parents?"

"...They have passed away."

"..."

Seeing that the official who helped him and was willing to chat with him actually showed an apologetic expression. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had anyone to chat with him for a long time. The boy seemed to have opened a chat bag and told Zuo Le about his life experience.

The boy's father was a soldier of Yumen, but he died in battle many years ago.

Pensions were indeed paid in the military camp, but unfortunately, the boy's father did not hold a high position in the military camp, but was just an ordinary soldier.

So naturally, the pension is not high.

Since my father passed away, my mother has been depressed and passed away soon.

In the beginning, the neighbors would show kindness to help the poor child, but as time went by, the kindness was lost under the burden of investment and sacrifice.

Life is not easy for anyone in this world, why should I make myself so tired?

It’s not that the boy hasn’t tried to be self-reliant, but which store would want this kid with skinny arms and legs, who can’t even read a few words?

So boys often think...

If his father had listened to his mother's advice and not joined the army, but instead worked honestly as a clerk in a shop... wouldn't his mother have been depressed, and he wouldn't have been living on the streets at such a young age?

"After all, my father is just an insignificant pawn. A lifetime of wielding a sword on the battlefield can't compare to the effect that the great master's punch can achieve... Mr. Guan, in fact, the court does not need a weak person like my father. Inactive soldiers, right?"

"But for me, he is my only father and the pillar of the family; for my mother, he is her only husband, a lifelong couple..."

"Master Guan..."

"Anyway, it is rumored that the Grand Master can withstand thousands of armies with one punch..."

"Actually, Dayan's army has only one more father than mine, but one without me has a lot, right?"

Seeing the timid look in the boy's eyes, Zuo Le wanted to use the principles he had learned from scriptures to refute.

In that war a thousand years ago, if Dayan hadn't been united, how could he have won the final victory in that war?

Sand gathers to form a tower, soil accumulates to form a mountain... If everything depends on those extraordinary and strong people, then what is the meaning of the existence of the weak?

It is glorious to serve the imperial court and Dayan!

Without a strong country as a guarantee, how can millions of families live and work in peace and contentment?

But looking at the boy's slightly numb face, Zuo Le didn't say anything after all.

What qualifications does he have to criticize a child who has lost his parents and is living on the street?

What's more, as a Zhuzhuren of Si Suitai, he must admit that it is almost impossible for every common people to live a peaceful and contented life.

Dayan's peaceful years were built on the hard work of many people. As the son of Ping Chonghou, he was even more aware of the partiality of fate.

But at least he has the ability to change the fate of others.

He couldn't help but watch the orphan of a soldier who died fighting for Great Yan living on the streets.

"...I can help you find a job, are you willing?"

"I'm new here. I need to collect some intelligence and deal with some things. In recent days, please pay attention to neighborhood rumors and some suspicious people."

"I don't need you to follow, you just need to track people you think are suspicious...especially those wearing white headscarves, white robes, or carrying a kind of clay statue that looks uncomfortable. You just need to Remember the physical characteristics of these people and where you met them, and you can exchange them with me for reward."

"understand?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then realized and nodded sharply.

Taihe on the side watched silently, and then nodded imperceptibly.

'Young Master has grown up...'

After sighing, he took a closer look at the boy and found that although his face was slightly numb, there was a hint of brightness in his eyes - that was his longing for the future.

Then I gradually felt relieved.

After all, the boy in front of me... is the right audience for the [White Lotus Sect].

This land has never lacked suffering, and [White Lotus Buddha] likes believers who are tortured and whose souls are numbed by suffering the most.

The reason why the [White Lotus Sect] is so fearful to the imperial court and can continue to this day is because no matter how many times it kills the [White Lotus Saint], the elusive [White Lotus Master] will always bring the next [White Lotus Saint] to regroup the congregation.

On the other hand, it is because not everyone can accept great justice, practice great kindness, and have the noble spirit to regard the world as their own responsibility.

They care more about their families, their friends, and everything within their reach, rather than the world that is out of reach, invisible, and intangible.

And once the things they cherish are sacrificed by the collective, it is impossible not to have resentment in their hearts.

And if this resentment reaches its peak...

Then the [White Lotus Sect] will come to heal their inner pain and embrace new life.

By transferring the inner pain and desire of too many people on [White Lotus Buddha].

……

"There is no rain in the sky, the earth is parched and dry, and it's all because of the imperial court that covers the sky!"

"If there is no inequality in wealth, power or body, it will be easy for the world to be united!"

"Preserve the laws of heaven, destroy human desires, and be as free from sorrow and suffering as a god!"

……

The dark side of the Duchy of Cosiche, the dark and damp church, the black shadow that had been singing with incomprehensible tones and words, gradually moved away from the strange monster made of tentacles.

The shadow stretched out hundreds of slender black limbs, touched the church door, and then pushed hard.

With a creaking sound, the door opened.

The black shadow also stopped singing.

The dirty smell slanted out from the door of the church, attracting many eyes in this space.

"Kill kill kill..."

"Damn ants..."

"I don't want to die..."

Three completely different thoughts emanated from the black shadow, turning into new black snakes one after another, and wormed their way out of the church.

And the black shadow has already stood in front of the church door.

There was obviously nothing in front of it, but it refused to move even half a step further.

It just stood there quietly, as if waiting for its chance.

Chapter 442 Ling: Big brother is not as good as me!

"I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time~"

On a mountain peak in Shang Shu that no longer exists, there is a woman sitting in the pavilion, drinking wine, humming a tune, and looking to the horizon.

Except for this woman, there was no one around.

Who can reach a peak that no longer exists?

"Brother, you are really my eldest brother..."

"The things that have troubled our brothers and sisters for so many years have been solved by you like this?"

"It's a pity that this method only applies to you~"

The woman with blue hair, blue eyes, and dragon-like horns murmured, but there was no trace of disappointment on her face.

After all this kind of thing...

What's the point?

After all, whether Sui dreamed of them, or they dreamed of Sui, whether he was a part of Sui, or whether Sui was just a more complete and powerful version of himself... Who can tell?

Let nature take its course~

Ling faced the wine gourd and drank heavily again.

For Ling, being drunk or not is actually a false proposition, just like for Nian, being spicy or not is also a false proposition.

If Ling doesn't want to get drunk, then no matter how much wine she drinks, she won't get drunk.

If Nian feels that the food does not taste good, even if it is concentrated devil's chili for [-] people, she will find it boring.

The agent's body is shaped by a giant beast, but in essence, it is still different from humans.

Soon, Ling drank all the wine in the wine gourd.

She raised her eyebrows and moved her eyes to the small jar of wine on the table. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not extend her hand.

This jar of wine is not ordinary. It took a lot of effort to get it from a master winemaker. After years of baptism, the wine has become more mellow, the taste is more delicate, and the taste is more wonderful...

It's a pity that this wine jar was reserved by her sister.

"Xiao Shiyi, I remember you don't drink, don't you?"

Ling complained to the wine jar in front of her, as if what was in front of her was not the wine jar but her troublesome sister.

Although in her eyes, none of her younger brothers and sisters, including her second brother, were worry-free.

It's just that she doesn't care about her brothers and sisters.

If she hadn't been curious about who could let Xi, the timidest among them, sleep peacefully, she wouldn't have bothered to worry about her sister, and she would have definitely drank a gulp of it.

It's just that since my sister is secretive, let's forget it.

Just think of it as a bit of privacy left by the eldest sister to the younger sister.

Although Ling was very curious, she was free and easy by nature and did not intend to get to the bottom of it.

Of course, there will certainly be plenty of chatting and joking.

'Xiao Shiyi~ I am a sister who is so timid that she has never dared to sleep since she became sensible~'

'Who can replace your brothers and sisters and give you a sense of security? '

'Or……'

'You still haven't forgotten the days when we were born, when we were in confusion, were enemies of each other, and fought with each other? '

Ling looked at the painting hanging under the eaves of the pavilion. It was a beautiful picture of Jiangnan.

There are gold and jade treasures, flowers and plants singing insects, meandering water drinking glasses, and the scenery and people are interesting.

The talented and beautiful people sang and displayed their passion at the poetry meeting. Everyone's expression was subtle and slightly upturned, but the woman sitting in the main seat lacked charm and was almost interesting.

This was a gift left by Xi when he came to ask her for a drink last time, so that she could reminisce about her good times in Jiangnan.

But with the small bridges and flowing water, the dead are like this. The reality is not like Xi's picture scroll, which is frozen in the most beautiful moment. Generation after generation disappears, always making Ling feel a little disappointed.

But...it's okay.

At least she had siblings.