After the global recovery, I traveled through

The power rushes wildly along the blood.

He felt like his head was pounding.

Suddenly he saw a sea of ​​golden light.

——Sea of ​​knowledge.

For some reason, he pronounced these two words.

Then, he took a big step for mankind on earth in this world.

"Teacher is here!" Qingqing and Da Le cheered and jumped into Lin Xingtao's arms.

Except for being almost knocked to the ground by Da Le, there were no big problems.

He can go out into the street tomorrow.

Maybe some big shot would glance at him through the gap, and then he would be so surprised that he would become friends and be overjoyed.

He wants to take these children and get up!

Get rid of your fate!

Chapter 6 Luck and Fate (3)

Accompanied by the beautiful and rippling dream of being a child of destiny, Lin Xingtao entered the dreamland.

He dreamed of a pair of burning golden dragon eyes, and then woke up with a start.

There was silence in the Taoist temple. The sound of snow falling to the ground from the eaves is sometimes gentle and sometimes heavy.

The wind blew in through the cracks in the windows and the big hole above the head, and the coolness made the children huddled together tighter.

Lin Xingtao tucked the corner of the curtain with his hand, pushed back the hair that was blocking Qingqing's face, and then wiped the saliva from the corner of Da Le's mouth.

It seems that Da Le is also very hungry for meat. Lin Xingtao looked at the door.

In the silence where breathing could be heard, there was a particularly clear "click" on the door.

It's not like a normal knock on the door, it's like a dying man struggling to raise his hand and knocking hard on the door with his last remaining strength.

Click.

Another click.

This second sound convinced Lin Xingtao that the first sound was not an illusion.

He waited for the third ring.

But the third sound was delayed, and there were more high-pitched howls in the wind. Something rubbed against the wooden door, making a horrible creaking sound.

It was like something short and sharp-nailed was trying to climb the doorknob.

Perhaps it was a baby who had just died, frozen to death in the ice and snow.

That thing wants to come in.

Lin Xingtao was frightened by his fantasy. No, maybe it's a normal child asking for help.

One of his hands held his other cold hand and rubbed it hard to keep it warm.

The creaking outside the door suddenly stopped, and a thin, mosquito-like voice sounded: "Help!"

Although the voice was small, it was sincere, as if there was a fragile child outside the door who was in danger and in urgent need of a kindhearted person's help.

But Lin Xingtao leaned against the pillar and wiped the cold sweat off his clothes.

Those who say the word "help" so sincerely are either poor people who often need help from others, or——

I am so used to hearing other people's cries for help over and over again that I have learned other people's desperate cries for help so movingly.

Just when Lin Xingtao remained calm and thought of countermeasures, a cold hand suddenly slid to his waist.

He was startled and quickly turned his head to see Qing Qing's calm expression.

"It's a monster." She said, moving her hand from Lin Xingtao's waist to her hand and holding it.

Use force.

There was a kind of thorny warmth in the slightly cool place.

Lin Xingtao was comforted by this small warmth.

He stood up with a serious expression and wanted to protect everyone, but Qingqing held his hand firmly.

She listened intently and whispered, "It's gone."

After a while, a ray of light came out from the sky. Lin Xingtao, who couldn't sleep, let go of his hand that was warmly held by Qingqing, and walked carefully to the door with a calm expression.

Opened the door.

There was not a single footprint in the snow outside the door.

Lin Xingtao closed the door, his eyes passed over the door, but then stopped.

The thick wooden door, which was the only one that maintained the dignity of the Taoist temple, was covered with long and short scratches.

There were deep and shallow marks, and there were blood marks, which looked like scratches from bird claws.

The most eye-catching thing is the one hanging on the door knocker that exudes the smell of fish and decay——

Cuts of meat.

Lin Xingtao identified it for a long time and found that it was a human palm that had been pecked to pieces and was covered in blood. Three fingers were hooked on the door knocker, giving it a weird look like a human pulling a ring.

He slammed the door shut and turned around to meet Qing Qing's worried gaze.

"What is that?"

"It's a man-eating monster."

"What monster?"

"Probably a bird."

"Why doesn't it fly in from overhead?"

"There is a god here."

"Why didn't it come in in the end?"

"It can't get in." Qingqing said, "But it has found a way. It looks for humans to open the way for it. Next time, it might come in."

When Lin Xingtao saw the clay statue of the god, he felt that maybe he should go and pay homage.

He thought of some wisecracks in his mind to comfort himself:

I have passed the san check. The san value is safe.

——

In the wind and snow, a big black bird flew through the sky, and human body parts fell from the big bird.

A thin figure walking alone cursed fiercely when he saw this scene.

But the snowflakes stuck to his beard, and he opened his mouth to curse and spat out fine ice shards.

His beard was as stiff as the whisk in his hand.

He muttered to himself: "It is said that there is an auspicious kingly aura in the east. Those Taoist priests are like dogs sniffing bones, and even the monsters raised by Master Sanhei are here."

He didn't think of himself at all as one of the dogs chasing a bone.

"Shit, the aura of the emperor is clearly not exhausted yet, how can this aura of kings come from the people?" The east is where the royal capital is, so why is there a aura of kings in the east? It's not nonsense.

"Bullshit auspiciousness!" He cursed again and sat down like a carrot to catch his breath.

After a while, he wiped his eyes with his hand and looked east.

No matter how far away the royal court is, there is still green and purple energy rising like the morning glow. In the morning glow, a big blue and purple dragon is circling back and forth, screaming like pain and anger in the eyes of these spiritual watchers.

"Where is this True Dragon Emperor?" The old man took out his flask in frustration and took a sip of wine to warm his stomach.

Then he patted his butt and stood up again.

The wind blew violently.

Huhu——

The old man opened his eyes wide.

Snowflakes flew before his eyes.

In the quiet white, the old man's hand shook.

Look towards the ground.

On the snow, a long shape floated.

Like a snake.

——Also resembles a dragon.

The dragon is trapped in the snow.

The old man trembled all over and knelt down with an "ouch".

He kowtowed three times in the direction of the dragon's head, and then stood up neatly, as energetic and excited as a young man in his prime.

"God will not let me down!" He shouted in his heart, "The True Dragon Emperor is nearby!"

He made a magic trick, and without leaving a trace on the snow, he ran quickly towards the direction of the dragon's tail.

…

At this time, Lin Xingtao had already taken the best clothes, the best blessings and the best boys from the temple and embarked on the road of begging.

Before setting off, he broke off the head of the best boy, Da Le, and looked at himself carefully through his eyes.

Ah those eyebrows! Ah those eyes! Ah that nose! ah! ah! ah! He can watch all day long!

The face is indeed the same face. Except that the clothes are too shabby and may reduce the charm, Lin Xingtao feels that he can still be regarded as the peerless dragon or something.

If he changed his clothes, he would dare to say that he was a descendant from heaven. ⊕This⊕work⊕ is organized⊕by⊕si⊕Rabbit⊕online⊕read⊕read⊕read⊕net⊕friend⊕⊕up⊕upload⊕

Da Le told him that they could not take the main road. If they took the main road, they would bump into the nobles and die.

Lin Xingtao said that he understood, just like people will die if they don’t eat, it is the truth.

The main road was clean, but the path they took was dirty. The unmelted snow looked as ugly as the gutters in the vegetable market where they had accumulated viscera after being stepped on by their shoes.

The shoes were soaked in water and made a slapping sound on the ground. Lin Xingtao felt a little uncomfortable, but Da Le was still telling him the precautions about begging.

For example, the place they want to go is the market in the south, but they can only occupy a small area on the side of the market.

For example, there will be officers and soldiers holding swords parading in the market, but they usually turn a blind eye to beggars like them.

For example, you can keep all the food you beg for, but the money must be given to the beggars in other plots.

Da Le, who said these words, was more like a teacher than Lin Xingtao. He was not naive at all, and a confident wildness was revealed.

With such high spirits, if Lin Xingtao were the person assessing the teacher's qualification certificate, he would definitely say to him: Typhoon is steady and well-organized.

Da Le pointed forward: "It's right there."

It was a small corner, and it looked quite clean. The advantage was that there was an eaves on the wall behind it to block the wind. The disadvantage was that it was a bit remote and small.

Da Le directed the children to spread a piece of cloth and thatch, and a disabled child sat at the front. Everything was so orderly that it made people feel that begging was a good thing.

"Is that it?" Lin Xingtao asked.

Da Le shook his head: "It has been snowing heavily recently. The snow has just melted today. There are not many people in the market, and there is no need to do anything as usual."

So Lin Xingtao calmed down, stuffing the exposed cotton wool back into his clothes with his hands, while watching the people passing by.

I, Lin Xingtao, have been domineering for so many years, and I am finally going to meet my silly sweetness in this world.

Be obedient to my trick!

In other words: Oh dear, you are crying because I am so handsome!

Chapter 7 Luck and Fate (4)

It is impossible to judge the dressing habits and economic level of people in this world from the clothes of beggars, but it can be seen now.

There really weren't many people. Not far from them was a bun vendor, wearing a gray cloth. Most of the people who buy buns in his shop wear commoners, and few wear silk clothes.

The steamed buns seemed to be two for each, regardless of the vegetables or meat. They were far apart, and Lin Xingtao looked at the steaming steam and imagined the steaming taste.

There were really few people in the market, and a total of nine coins were collected in a short period of time, which should not be that few in normal times.

Looking at the sun, Da Le stood up and handed a small stick and a small bowl to a child and asked him to go for a walk around.

Lin Xingtao didn't say much because he knew that he didn't understand the world. Some of his words were just baseless guesses and suggestions. How could his experience and skills be comparable to those of these children who had lived as beggars for so many years.

In fact, Lin Xingtao was almost despairing of this faceless world.

How terrible! Some people don’t care about their faces!

The eyes of the passers-by were not very focused on this small corner crowded with beggars, and the kind man who gave Jiu Wen hurriedly put it down and left.

No one will look at a beggar's face.

Even though this was because Lin Xingtao remained silent and just observed secretly, it was still embarrassing.

Finally, more and more people came - some people who were different from ordinary people appeared.

Lin Xingtao saw horses and carriages for the first time.

The wheels rumbled, and the sound came from far away and came into view together with the flying dust.

The brown body of the carriage was wrapped in luxurious silk on all sides, and the windows with exquisite patterns were tightly covered by a green curtain. I guess a little cold wind would freeze the nobleman's hair, and I guess a little noise would not disturb the nobleman's mood.

Two sleek and well-built horses "banged" on the stone slabs. With the scolding of the driver sitting in front, the horses' hooves stepped quickly, and a long stream of white steam came out of their mouths and noses, and the neighing sounded throughout the street.

The carriage stopped very close, and Lin Xingtao realized that those horses that looked like that in the video were actually so tall. He sat on the ground, and suddenly he felt that the horses were looking down at him and crushing him.

Such horses and carriages can indeed kill people.

The carriage slowly stopped. The well-trained horses did not cause any major jolts, and the curtains did not shake much.

The people inside were probably talking.