In the darkness and turmoil, the whole world resurrects me

That year.

The white snow is like overturning all the gloomy magnificence of the world, covering the whole city in white.

Pedestrians are in a hurry on the street, and it's the end of the new year. Many children are wearing new clothes, eating candied haws in their mouths, running around happily.

And she was dressed thinly.

Just squatting in the corner, dirty all over.

He stared helplessly at the meat buns sold on the street again.

Cold and hungry.

She watched other people's children wearing warm new clothes and eating steaming meat buns just out of the pan.

But I was squatting in the ruins of the ruins, I could only rely on three or two tiles to cover the top of my head, one or two thin clothes wrapped around my body, my stomach was growling with hunger, and I could only watch helplessly.

She was surprisingly poor.

But the world is so cold and warm.

No one will pity her.

Even if she could.

Can't survive the cold of the night.

He still didn't feel any pity for her.

"Most people in the world are indifferent, just like this white snow, it looks bright and clean, but it is chilling!"

Jiang Ming's heart was touched.

Also sigh at the indifference of this world.

With a move in his heart, he adopted her.

He brought her back to the sect, named her Chuchu, and became his youngest apprentice.

Jiang Ming still remembered that day when Chu Chu put on new clothes for the first time and had a full meal for the first time.

How distressing is that?

A poor child, cold and hungry in the ice and snow, if I hadn't met him.

Didn't she just starve to death like this?

Most people in the world are so indifferent, they don't care about people other than themselves. In that world of ice and snow, there are countless children who are happy.

But she was the only one who sank in misery.

Even precarious.

This memory, even when I think about it now.

Jiang Ming's heart was still constantly being touched.

When the poor child heard that he was going to take her away.

She even looked at herself very vigilantly, saying that she was not afraid of bad people and told herself not to act recklessly.

Thinking about it now, it's really pitiful and cute.

and so.

Over the years.

Jiang Ming treated her as if he treated his own granddaughter.

Meticulous, careful teaching.

Because, in Jiang Ming's view, this child is just like himself.

Alone in this world.

I just had better luck, entered the sect, became an elder for no reason, and had no worries about food and clothing.

If not, maybe living on the street.

For this girl, there is no difference.

so many years.

It just passed by in the blink of an eye.

The black-faced, skinny little wretch of the past.

But it has grown so big.

She was born slim and graceful, beautiful and moving, how could she still have the pitiful look she had back then?

And Jiang Chuchu did not disappoint Jiang Ming.

Although the cultivation talent is average.

But surprisingly hardworking, among the younger generation in Taixuan Holy Land.

She can also be regarded as a little famous girl of heaven.

Don't know how many brats.

It was her idea.

Countless suitors almost broke Jiang Ming's threshold.

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Chapter 8: Master's past, he used to sit and watch the ages, and walk against the long river of time

Actually.

Among the disciples accepted by Jiang Ming.

Except for those few talented sons of luck.

In fact, there are some ordinary people who are very close to him.

In Jiang Ming's view.

Jiang Chuchu is just an ordinary child, let alone worshiping a fairy.

Even if he didn't pick it up for her.

I'm afraid he would have starved to death on the street.

now.

Jiang Ming recovered from his memories.

He looked at the girl who kept wiping away tears.

It was the weeping one who said, one by one:

"Disciple, isn't this disciple worried about Master?"

While talking.

She lifted up the medicine bowl.

He looked at Jiang Ming with distressed expression.

Jiang Ming's face.

than a few years ago.

Although only a few years.

But it has changed a lot!

Jiang Ming, who had been successful in cultivation, only looked like a middle-aged man, and he was very handsome, with no signs of aging at all.

But now Jiang Ming.

But his face was full of wrinkles, and he was full of stagnation, and he was born leisurely.

That full head of white hair.

It made Jiang Chuchu feel sour in his heart.

But she was strong enough to feel the grief in her heart.

Wipe away the tears.

In exchange for a rather reluctant smile.

He said with a serious face:

"Master, you must finish drinking this time! Otherwise, Chuchu won't leave here!"

Jiang Chuchu looked at her master.

My heart is full of sadness and pain.

She remembered the cold winter that was covered with snow.

The north wind is blowing.

The streets are decorated with lights and festoons.

One child after another.

At the end of the year, I ran around with excitement on my face.

She can only hide in the corner.

Dare not make a sound, dizzy from hunger.

Cold and sober.

She is afraid.

Afraid of falling asleep by myself.

I can't wake up again.

That's when.

Jiang Ming appeared with a bunch of candied haws.

Jiang Chuchu still remembers now.

Jiang Ming at that time.

How tall and stalwart.

On top of that handsome face, the gentle face moved Jiang Chuchu's heart.

She never thought that someone would be so kind to herself.

I never thought about it, in my own life.

Be able to wear warm clothing.

Eat the candied haws that you want to eat in your dreams.

can.

Now Jiang Ming, how can he look like he did back then?

The seriously injured Jiang Ming.

Already been tortured out of shape.

But he still treated her so tenderly.

Just like before.

throughout.

Jiang Chuchu could hardly hold back the burst of tears.

I'm about to cry again.

Jiang Ming knew that the medicine didn't have much effect on him.