Bamboo horse is a world-weary male protagonist

The night is dark and the moonlight is like water.

Wang Mi, who shrank his neck from the cold, couldn't help but let out a long sigh——

The beauty is late, the hero is at the end.

He, the late and hopeless chief executive of Qianqing Zong, was hiding at other people's doors in the middle of the night to peep. If people from other cultivation sects saw him, they might laugh at him for a long time.

"He Chengyuan, that |little|force|baby calls you He Chengyuan, right?"

A slap as big as a millstone fell down and hit the boy hard on the face.

"I raised you for two years without knowing your name."

"You little bastard just look down on me, all of you look down on me!"

In the cold winter of March and September, the boy's clothes were so tattered that he could barely cover his body. The man grabbed one arm and kicked him hard.

"Look at what?"

"Isn't it courting death?"

The boy was kicked until his mouth and nose were bleeding, but he remained silent.

This made Zhao San feel that what he saw was not a human being, but a cold-blooded monster without pain.

She didn't cry, she didn't beg for mercy, and there wasn't even a trace of fear or submission in her eyes.

Instead, there is a frightening indifference and calmness.

Stared at by those lifeless icy eyes, Zhao San's feet suddenly felt cold, which made him shiver.

"Fuck, I told you not to look, you can't understand people's words, right?"

With all his strength, he swung the empty wine jar on the boy's head, and He Chengyuan fell to his knees with a plop. The blood on his head kept gushing out, and soon soaked half of his body.

"If you can't get any more money, wait until your mother's body is collected!"

The man yelled cursing, and closed the door behind him after entering the room.

"Bang!" There was a sound.

The boy whose life and death were unknown was left alone in the bitter cold wind.

Seeing He Chengyuan lying outside, covered in blood, Wang Mi frowned, and looked down at his hands hanging by his side.

He wanted to help the boy just now, but for some reason, his hand seemed to be cramped and he couldn't lift it up. When he regained his composure, Zhao San had already entered the room.

The old man thought it was just a coincidence, so he didn't think much of it, and just sighed heavily.

When the drunkard Zhao San kicked and beat He Chengyuan, Wang Mi understood that the child who cried Gu Xi that day and was adopted by a drunk and called a little beast was actually the He Chengyuan that Gu Xi wanted to find.

The old man's heart was soft, so soft that after hearing what happened to He Chengyuan at the beginning, he completely let go of his previous suspicions about He Chengyuan's making Gu Xi cry.

But the old man's heart is hard, so hard that because he is worried that Gu Xi will be in danger, he doesn't want to have anything to do with this unknown He Chengyuan.

The sentence I said before would make He Chengyuan's father stop beating him and let Gu Xi rest assured to wait for the news.

Because Wang Mi thinks that children are very forgetful, if they coax them, cheat them, and bring them back to Qianqingzong when they are in a good mood, it is estimated that they will not remember these things in a few days.

Unexpectedly, Gu Xi could tell at a glance that she was perfunctory to him, so she insisted on coming out together to find He Chengyuan.

The five-year-old was acting coquettishly and shamelessly, hugging Wang Mi's neck and kissing him, his face was full of saliva, and in the end he turned his hands, holding his face, and smiled like a small flower of the Gu Tuanzi strain.

Wang Mi couldn't bear it anymore, so he could only retreat, put Gu Xi in the inn, and went out alone to look for He Chengyuan.

Thinking of the pink and tender face, the black and clear pupils, and the innocent smile of his young suzerain.

Wang Mi's whole heart melted into soft sugar water.

Just as he was feeling emotional, he saw the thin body that had been slumped on the ground in his vision, and his fingers moved slightly.

Then, the dirty legs that were exposed outside the bottom of the trousers twitched violently, kicking a scratch on the ground.

After a long while, the boy who had just exhaled more air and breathed less, put his hands on the ground, moved his knees back, and slowly got up from the ground with difficulty.

When he first got up, he couldn't stand still, his legs were weak, he staggered and fell to the ground, and then he repeated the actions just now in silence.

After many times, he finally stood still.

After He Chengyuan was severely beaten by Zhao San, there was almost no good place on his body.

A long gash was cut on his forehead by the fragments of the flagon jug, mud and blood mixed together, smeared his entire face, making him look like a ferocious ghost crawling out of hell.

And Zhao San, who beat the child to vent his anger, is sleeping in the room at the moment, snoring loudly.

He Chengyuan turned his head and glanced at the room where the man slept, then turned and walked towards a small path.

Wang Mi quickly followed.

He Chengyuan's walking posture was very strange, and his speed was extremely slow, his legs were almost dragging on the ground to move forward.In the cold weather, the boy didn't even have a pair of shoes, his insteps and ankles were frozen purple, and there were patches of severe chilblains on his toes, which made Wang Mi's heart ache.

As the boy walked along the road, blood dripped all over the ground.

Such a miserable scene, I am afraid that if someone saw it, they would not be able to hold back their tears.

"Such a small child, you can't think of it as a villain, right?"

"Maybe the appearance of those cultivators is just a coincidence, and has nothing to do with this child at all?"

Wang Mi really couldn't bear it, and just wanted to help the poor boy, but stopped involuntarily because of the scene in front of him.

"dong dong dong"

He Chengyuan stood in front of a pawn shop and raised his hand to knock on the door.

The door was opened a crack, revealing a gray head.

"come in."

He Chengyuan walked in.

Wang Mi hurriedly followed.

"Boy, what good thing are you here today?"

A little old man with a very wretched appearance smiled: "The pair of red jade bracelets I stole last time are really good. They should be enough for your alcoholic father to drink for half a year. I didn't expect you to be so lucky recently. Good things came so quickly."

He Chengyuan stood there silently, his face didn't even change his expression, like a statue made of stone.

"Hey, if you didn't have a fever last time, lying on the street talking nonsense, I really thought you were dumb."

While teasing, the little old shopkeeper prepared all the props for inspection, and prepared papers, paper and pens, and then patted the brocade-covered tabletop: "Come on, take out the goods you got. Look."

He likes to take the kid's business the most.

No identity, no background, young age, no strength to resist.

He can only take as much as he gives, making him a lot of money every time.

He Chengyuan took out something.

He hesitated for a moment, curled up his fingers, and rubbed them reluctantly.

"What are you talking about?" The shopkeeper knocked on the table and urged impatiently.

"Is life important or these things that can't be spent as money?"

He Chengyuan put the things on the table and let go of his hands, revealing a small ring.

The texture of the ring is neither gold nor silver, with a faint halo, small and exquisite in shape, complicated and elegant patterns, with a fairy air, not like a mortal thing.

"This is……!"

The shopkeeper's eyes were staring straight.

He can collect He Chengyuan's dirt, so naturally he can also collect other people's dirt.

It also means that he has many opportunities to see many good products that are difficult for ordinary people to see.

Therefore, at the first sight of this ring, the shopkeeper immediately understood the value of this ring.

This is a storage ring for a high-rank cultivator.

It is a real priceless treasure! !

"You can actually get this kind of thing?!"

The shopkeeper's voice was high-pitched, and his voice was harsh like a drake: "This is a magic weapon! Do you know what a magic weapon is? My old man has only seen it twice in such a long life!"

"Hey, little bastard, where did you steal this thing? Can you get it again?!"

The shopkeeper was so excited that he almost fainted, desperately grabbing He Chengyuan's shoulder and shaking.

He Chengyuan shook his head.

"That's right, getting this one is already a big piece of shit luck."

The shopkeeper kept circling around the room excitedly, coming over to pat He Chengyuan's shoulder from time to time to express his joy.

The value of this storage ring is more than ten thousand taels of silver. With this thing, he will not have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of his life!

"Huh?" The shopkeeper, who had been dazzled by joy, suddenly yelled in surprise.

Although he is old, his eyes are sharp.

The clothes on He Chengyuan's body were so dirty that he couldn't see the color, and his exposed skin was also black and red and mottled, but a little white was exposed on his chest.

It is a very delicate white color, and it looks like a small porcelain vase. From the shopkeeper's eyes, it can be seen at a glance that this thing is absolutely extraordinary.

The shopkeeper pointed to He Chengyuan's chest and asked, "What's inside?"

He Chengyuan put the things back into his arms, took a few steps back, and shook his head.

The shopkeeper's eyes were deep, and his tone was lowered: "Boy, hand over the things."

He Chengyuan silently refused.

Seeing He Chengyuan's reaction, the shopkeeper became even more convinced that this thing was unusual.

Maybe it's worth more than that storage ring!

Thinking of this, the greedy shopkeeper threatened, "Hand over the things, and I'll give you the money for both things. If you don't hand over the things, I'll just accept the ring just now."

"Two things, ten taels of snowflake silver, enough for your alcoholic godfather to squander for a year."

The shopkeeper directly put the ring into his bosom, and smiled sinisterly: "But if you don't hand over the things, you will have no money to buy wine for your drunkard father, and you will have to wait to die."

The boy's lips were tightly pursed, and his hands were tightly clenched on his chest.

The shopkeeper shouted: "Bring it!"

He Chengyuan raised his head, as if he wanted to say something, but finally lowered his head, shook his head severely, turned and ran away.

The shopkeeper didn't expect that He Chengyuan would insist on not wanting to store the money for the ring, nor would he give him the things in his arms, so he didn't have time to guard against it.

As a result, not only did he sprain his waist when he was blocking someone, but he was actually run out.

"Come on, catch this little bastard for me!"

He shouted angrily, not long after, a few disheveled men ran out of the room, apparently just got up from the bed.

"The little bastard is running to the east, chase after him!"

The men immediately headed to the east, but a fast shadow had already chased in the direction of He Chengyuan's escape long before they went out.

Looking at the limping, desperately running child, Wang Mi felt that all the sympathy in his heart disappeared completely.

That storage ring belongs to Gu Xi.

On the day of Gu Xi's fourth birthday, the suzerain specially helped him refine it.

It is Gu Xi's favorite magic weapon.

Thinking of the naive look on his young patriarch's face, he thought he could become good friends with He Chengyuan, but He Chengyuan stole the ring instead.

Wang Mi felt so angry in his heart that he wished he could pull this kid He Chengyuan in front of Gu Xi and make him kowtow to apologize.

Just when Wang Mi, who had been hiding his figure all this time, was about to touch He Chengyuan's body with his fingertips, a small figure rushed out obliquely and almost collided with him.

"He Chengyuan!" Gu Xi was overjoyed and jumped up happily to greet people.

The boy who was fleeing for his life looked over subconsciously, was stunned for a moment, and ran in the opposite direction.