Chapter 802 Immigration

That year, there was a heavy snowfall in the winter, flooding thousands of households, but there were thousands of differences between inside and outside the city. Dance into the New Year.

Outside the carved vermilion window, the sky-blue roof tiles have been covered by heavy snow, and ice hangs under the jade tiles. The cold wind cuts through the alleys and corridors like a knife, not only passing through Carved beams and painted buildings also pass through the desolate and barren deep houses and old courtyards.

The wind and snow lingered between the sky and the earth for a long time, as if it could not be dissipated at all. In the vast sky, there were no birds for thousands of miles. Occasionally, there would be a sound of tea and piano from nowhere, which was also stirred up by the cold wind and snow. Lonely, and then dissipated silently.

At that time, the head of Tianjian Sect was traveling down the mountain. When he slowly opened the vermilion mansion door, the mansion was brightly illuminated by bright yellow candles. Before the third round, he walked out on his own, looking at the heavy snow that had not yet completely fallen, and the sky was pale with dullness.

Holding a clean paper umbrella, he walked out the door slowly, with a somewhat lonely figure.

Year after year, the melting of new snow paves the way for the long years of practice that I don't know how to feel warm and cold. Year after year, it seems that the passage of time is just a monotonous repetition.

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

The young Daoist beside him looked at his back with an umbrella and couldn't help asking curiously: "Master, it's snowing so hard outside, what are you doing?"

Others explained in a low voice: "Your master never likes to be lively, he wants to go out for a walk."

The young Daoist groaned, turned his head back, and turned to look at everything around him, because someone told him that today he has worshiped his master and is going to practice on the mountain. I am afraid that these things will not be seen in the future. arrive. .

The gorgeous lanterns hanging from the ceiling, the colorful ribbons hanging slightly sway, and the fine porcelain bells on the dancers' waists ringing alone, pass through this bright pavilion and corridor, and fade into the snow outside the bead curtain.

"When I go to Tianjianmen in the future, can I still go home often?" The child in Daotong's clothes grabbed you and thought about it, and suddenly asked in a childish tone.

"sure."

The middle-aged woman pampered the young man's head, but after a while, her expression turned sad, and she couldn't help sighing: "If you become a fairy in the future, will you still miss home like this? "

"Of course. Home is so good. Nowhere is as good as home." The child said without thinking.

The child looked at the snow in the yard outside, if it wasn't for a group of fairy guests coming to the mansion today, he would be playing with the maids making snowmen right now.

After I have performed the apprentice ceremony, I will officially become that person's apprentice. Then it's time to go to the mountains. He is very reluctant. But my father seemed very happy.

The middle-aged woman rubbed the child's head and hugged him in her arms. Reluctantly.

The wind and snow were swaying, and the cold wind was piercing. The head of Tianjianmen walked silently in the frost and snow all by himself.

After all, the world is not as peaceful as the mountains. No matter how heavy the snow is, it cannot cover up the devastation of an old city.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he stopped while holding his umbrella.

A boy around the age of seven or eight was pushed out of the mansion, and the door slammed shut. While hammering on the door with his red hands from the cold, the boy raised his sleeve to wipe away the rolling tears.

The boy knocked on the door 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 and a mortal, how could a thin cloth cover the frost and snow, the boy stood up from the snow with difficulty, and walked slowly towards an alley.

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

Seeing such a scene, the head of the Tianjian Sect couldn't help but sighed. The world is full of vicissitudes, and finally it can't compare with Qingxiu on the mountain. He has no other distractions, and the only obsession in his heart is to prove Taoism and live forever.

After all, he still didn't stop because of a poor child. He was already an outsider. After years of cultivation, his heart was calm. Then he walked slowly towards another street.

The smoke from ordinary homes, the silver-haired old woman with a cane, the child wearing new clothes and setting off firecrackers covering her ears, the beggars queuing up to receive thin relief porridge, the sound of chanting from the temple, at this time of year, people praying for incense and worshiping Buddha There are always many people. There are also manuscripts scattered in the snow by frustrated scholars.

At this time, the bell in the temple rang, and the crowd rushed in. It seems that all the sustenance and vision for the New Year are rising in the blue fireworks in front of the gods and Buddhas.

The fireworks are curling up and the bells are ringing incessantly.

The surface of the umbrella was covered with a thin layer of snow.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect was a little stunned. Looking at this long-lost world, he didn't know what to think.

He walked step by step between the alleys, going around in circles, and his footprints overlapped with passers-by, making it difficult to identify them any more.

The night gradually fell, and the vast expanse of white snow was covered with a piece of silver light, and some were magnificently illuminated by the lanterns of noble houses.

At a certain corner, he saw the boy again, that boy curled up in a dark corner, with straw spread on her body, his crying eyes were red and swollen.

Many people die in the city every winter, and such a scene has become normal after getting used to it.

"Aren't you going home so late?"

The little boy looked at the young man who suddenly walked up to him holding an umbrella, his eyes were filled with tears, and he didn't speak.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect sighed softly when he saw her pale lips and eye feathers covered in frost.

He knelt down and patted the boy on the head. The fairy caresses the top.

The boy suddenly didn't feel cold anymore. He looked at this handsome young man and shrank timidly. Although he didn't know what this young man with vicissitudes of life did, he still whispered something. Thanks.

The head of Tianjianmen asked again: "Do you have nowhere to go?"

The little boy bit his lip and lowered his head. His originally tender face was touched with dirty charcoal black, and his worn clothes could not even cover him, and there were deep and shallow bruises on his arms.

"My father is dead.:" the little boy spoke.

The little boy continued intermittently: "My mother asked me to work for the Li family, and asked me to be obedient and not to go home if I was kicked out. I have been working in the Li family for three months, and I was fine. But their lady suddenly said I stole, beat me up and kicked me out."

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at the little boy's slightly trembling shoulders, and felt a bit bitter in his already enlightened state of mind. He didn't ask the little boy if he really stole something, which was meaningless.

He just asked softly: "What's your name?" The little boy lowered his head with his mouth closed, refusing to make a sound.

"Don't you have a name?" The little boy said after a long time, "My mother said... My mother said that I am...Liang...Liang Wensheng. I hope I can...I can have food to eat and wear... ...Wear warmly, die...you won't die."

"Liang Wensheng?" The head of Tianjianmen murmured his name lightly, then smiled suddenly, nodded his head as if suddenly enlightened, and said, "Well, the original surname is Liang."

The little boy raised his head in doubt, and looked at the gentleman in front of him, but his face was blank.

No matter what his previous last name was. From then on, his surname was Liang.

The head of Tianjianmen laughed a few times, and he stretched out a hand to the little boy. He was very young, but his hand was surprisingly broad, heavily callused, and intertwined with deep palm lines.

The little boy didn't move.

"Follow me home." The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect said.

"No." The little boy shook his head:

The head of Tianjianmen suddenly wanted to ask: Do you know who I am? But when I thought about it, I felt that I was too disrespectful, so I straightened my thoughts.

"Don't you want to live a life without worrying about food and clothing, with three meals and enough food and clothing? If you have enough talent and aptitude, you can still seek the way that mortals can hardly achieve in a lifetime, and there is no master who bullies the slaves on the mountain, you just need to be yourself. Just stay at home, you can take whatever you want, and no one will ask you if you stole something."

The little boy raised his head, his gray eyes lit up again, and he seemed to be shaken. But after a long silence, the little boy still shook his head.

This was the biggest rebuff in the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect in his life. A direct disciple of the master, no matter whether your family is wealthy or a high-ranking official, you will regard it as an honor to be your disciple, but this little boy who is almost freezing to death has repeatedly rejected himself.

"Why?" The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect laughed at himself, but he still couldn't help asking.

"The Li family hasn't paid me this month's wages...the family is almost out of food." The little boy cried.

"Come with me, you, including your family, won't have to worry about not being able to eat." The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect comforted:

"Liar." The little boy dodged his eyes.

"Why would I lie to you as a child?" the head of the Heavenly Sword Sect laughed.

"My mother said that no one in this world can be nice to me for no reason." The little boy said:

"Then do you want to freeze to death in this snowy night, or choose to go to the mountain with me?" The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect still didn't retract his outstretched hand, he thought about it, and said sincerely.

The little boy blinked, the thatch was cold, and the clothes were cold.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand tremblingly, and took his hand.

The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect was walking in the snowy night holding the little boy's hand. The little boy, who had been hungry for a long time, suddenly lost his legs and fell to his knees in the snow. The head of the Heavenly Sword Sect looked at the little boy who was struggling to get out with his knees sunk into the snow, suddenly his heart moved, and he said firmly: "This is the ceremony of apprenticeship. You will officially be my apprentice from now on, you If gifted, I would

The little boy looked bewildered again.