Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

In a mysterious space.

A white figure put his fingertips on the head of Ruan Xingzhu's soul body and sighed, "I am you, and you are me. That's all, I'll save you one last time."

The soft colorful light irrigates Ruan Xingzhu, and the white shadows are disappearing little by little.

In the end, even Bai Ying's body disappeared from the world.

"You must help me find my clansmen."

"I believe you can do it."

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Ruan Xingzhu seemed to have had a dream in a certain place.When she opened her eyes, she saw Fengchu Mountain.

She dreamed that she was actually a native of this world of immortality. It was her father who predicted that their family would be annihilated, and she was the source of the disaster, so he cut through the time and space tunnel, extracted a fragment of her soul and placed it in a different world - the earth where she grew up.

How could such a thing be possible? It was simply outrageous.

She stared at everything that happened here with wide eyes, as if it was her personal experience. However, how could this be possible? It obviously had nothing to do with her.

A long and ethereal voice sounded above her head:

"My son, the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Just forget it."

After hearing this, Ruan Xingzhu gradually began to feel heavy and finally closed his eyes.

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At the same time, a girl was born to the Ruan family, a large family in Peach Blossom Spring.

The cry of "Wow——!" was deafening. When Mr. Ruan who was guarding the door heard the voice, his face darkened, he waved his sleeves and said casually:

"It's a girl, throw her out the door."

Then leave.

"Please, Master, the child is innocent. Mom, please let this child go!"

Aunt Xin threw away Rong Yan's hand in disgust and glared at the nanny, "What are you looking at? Throw away this little bitch!"

The wet nurse then stepped forward, picked up the baby, and went out, leaving Yan's heart-wrenching cry inside the room.

"My son, my poor son!"

The wet nurse left Ruan's house and walked for a while. When she saw the slums ahead, she stopped and rolled her eyes. She expected that the baby would not survive the cold winter, so she threw her into the snow.

The cold wind is biting and snow is falling all over the ground.

Heavy snow fell from the sky, and large snowflakes fell on the baby's face. The melting speed was not as fast as the snow falling, and slowly the baby was covered with a layer of snow.

The little child's face was red from the cold and he could hardly breathe. He cried loudly in the snow and swallowed snow in his mouth.

There is a bamboo house in front, and an old man lives in it.

Old Ruan was peeling yams in the yard. When he heard the noise outside the door, he pushed the door open and went out to investigate the situation.

The old, hunched figure staggered in the fog.

"Okay, okay, let me see who is crying, grandpa."

Old Ruan looked at the snow-covered bundle and listened to the intermittent cry of the baby, which was getting smaller and smaller, and sighed.

"What a sin. My old man is so old that he can hardly support himself."

He turned back and closed the door.

The snow became heavier and heavier. Gradually, the baby was completely covered by the thick snow. His breathing was weak and he stopped crying.

Old Ruan didn't want to take care of it at first, but after sitting back down he felt uneasy with his conscience. After a few breaths, he pushed the door open again and walked out.

The footprints in the snow were all covered, and no trace of the baby could be seen at all. He returned to the place in his memory and carefully dug out the baby.

The baby's little face was purple from the cold, and it looked like he wasn't breathing.

Old Ruan put his trembling hands on the baby's nose and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still breathing, still breathing."

At this moment, old man Yu's head was covered with a layer of snow, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with snowflakes, but the baby was tightly protected in his arms.

Old man Yu sighed and walked into the house with his child in his arms.

"A sin."

"That's all, my old man is all alone. Maybe the immortal couldn't bear it, so he sent you to accompany me."

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Decades passed in a flash.

"Ruan Mei, cough...you must remember to be as tough as a plum blossom!"

"Okay, grandpa! Ruan Mei is going out. She'll be back at noon!"

It's too cold in winter, and the quilt is too old to keep me warm. I have to find a way to buy a quilt for grandpa.

Ruan Mei had a gray cloth tied on her head and was walking on the street in patched clothes. On her feet were hole-in-the-wall cloth shoes with her thumbs exposed.They were all holding a wooden pier in their red cocooned hands, as tall as her.The wooden pillars are filled with candied haws, all round and plump, with sugar crystals on them twinkling, full of appetite.

Her hands and face were red from the cold, she wiped her nose and shouted, "Selling candied haws~ sour and sweet candied haws~"

Even though the conditions were difficult, Ruan Mei smiled with crooked eyebrows, her delicate face was clean and pure, and her eyes were filled with pure kindness, just like wintersweet, full of vitality.

She started doing simple business when she was very young, selling some homemade snacks. Most people on this street knew her, and what she sold was more affordable than ordinary people, so she quickly attracted a lot of people. There were so many customers that the candied haws of sugar sold out.

An aunt smiled brightly and said, "Girl Mei, remember to come to my door next time you sell anything. The two boys at home have been craving for your craftsmanship for a long time, and they can't get enough of it every time."

Aunt Li is a regular customer, and she always actively helps her solicit business. This is a disguised way of praising her business and wanting to take care of her business.

Ruan Mei agreed with a smile.

"Okay, Auntie, I happen to have some hawthorns in the sun at home. I will go to your house to deliver some to your house tomorrow afternoon."

"You're such a cute girl." Aunt Li's eyes narrowed as she smiled, "I'm still boiling water at home, so I'll go ahead."

Ruan Mei watched Aunt Li leave with a smile.

Today is much faster than usual. Usually we have to stay out for at least one morning, but today all the incense sticks are sold out.

Ruan Mei felt happy in her heart, counted the coins in her hand, and rushed towards the bamboo house not far away.

Some dead branches on the road left scratches on her feet, but she didn't care at all.

"Grandpa, I sold some baskets a few days ago and saved up enough money to buy you medicine this month. I also sold the candied haws on a stick today. We will have copper to buy a new quilt this winter!"

Stepping into the bamboo house, what you see is a mess.

Mr. Ruan's crutch fell to the side and he fell to the ground. It looked like he was walking down and accidentally knocked over the table and stool.

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head, Ruan Mei was so anxious that she quickly stepped forward to help Mr. Ruan up.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have let you stay home alone." As she spoke, she burst into tears.

She learned from her neighbors that she was an orphan, an orphan picked up by Mr. Ruan. It was said that Mr. Ruan had a daughter who was pampered and pampered. Later, the immortal noticed her aptitude and left the old man to cultivate immortality alone.

If it weren't for Mr. Ruan, how could he have survived in the cold winter?

Huge tears fell on the old man's face.

"Grandpa, wake up, don't leave me..."

"grandfather..."

"grandfather...."