Seeing the poor little beggar knocked unconscious by the kick, the old man selling wontons sighed and said helplessly: "It's not that I won't help you. I'm also an ordinary person with no cultivation talent. How dare I fight against those cultivators?" Woolen cloth?"
The old man observed the little beggar for as long as he lay next to the old man's stall, and found that the little beggar was not in a daze. Only when he met those cultivators who could cultivate, his eyes would be bright.
The old man thought that the little beggar must also yearn for the world of cultivators, but the path that everyone will take after birth has been arranged.
Those who accompany living things and have spiritual bones themselves are cultivators of immortality. Others are just embellishments in the world of mortals. He is, and so is the little beggar.
If you want to live happily and comfortably, you can't expect too much.
Chao Chengwen was in a daze, feeling that the owner of the wonton stall had given him medicine and told him to give up contact with those cultivators. How could a person who had even destroyed his health device be able to practice?
Chao Chengwen wanted to refute him. His companion device, the Dian Bamboo Pen, was not destroyed. The Dian Bamboo Pen was just tired and resting in his sea of consciousness.
Chao Chengwen remembered that Dianzhu told him before he fell asleep that as long as his cultivation reached the golden elixir, he would wake up.
But since Dian Zhubi fell into coma, his cultivation has stagnated. The spiritual power he absorbs every day seems to have entered a bottomless pit and is no longer circulating around him.
Even though his father asked him to practice, his master and elders didn't say anything, but his mother was disappointed, and Chao Chengwen didn't want his mother to be disappointed.
If the mother is disappointed, there will be other children.
He had only been away for more than a month, and the little boy who was picked up by his father took his place.
Chao Chengwen felt pain all over his body.
The owner of the wonton stall felt that Chao Chengwen's breath gradually stabilized and he no longer feared for his life, so he put him back to his original position.
As for the wonton stall, there were no more customers because of what happened to those cultivators just now. The boss’s companion was the iron spoon he used to cook the wontons.
Because of this iron spoon, he fed his family.
He sat in his position until the sun set, and he was able to make up his mind to take the poor little beggar home.
In his family, there is an old mother who is lingering on the bed, a wife who has hurt her eyes from embroidery all the time, and a pair of grandchildren who lost their parents at a young age. If he takes this beggar back, how can he afford it.
His grandchildren also have no talent for cultivation. He has just saved enough money and plans to send his grandchildren to learn crafts from a master. If he brings this little beggar back, there will be no way for his grandchildren to learn crafts.
What's more, this little beggar has broken arms and legs, has an ugly face, and can't speak.
The boss thought, then looked at Chao Chengwen, who seemed to be in a coma. His messy hair covered his ugly face, his hands exposed outside his clothes were curled up unnaturally, and his exposed feet were twisted into a weird shape. shape.
It was very pitiful at first sight, so pitiful that such a poor child appeared next to his wonton stall again, which meant that he was destined to be with him and that God was guiding him and helping him.
But the situation at home is really not good. It is already very difficult for him to take care of his mother, wife, and the two children left behind by his daughter-in-law who died young. Add another one who is disabled...
The boss was hesitant. As he watched the sky gradually darken, firefly lanterns lit up on both sides of the road, the street gradually became lively again, and customers came to the old man's wonton stall.
He did not continue to worry about this matter, but concentrated on doing business. He thought, take the child back. Such a thin and small child is not as old as his eldest grandson. He has been lying here for more than a month. No one cares about it, which looks very pitiful. Just take him back. With such a thin body, he probably can't eat much. At worst, he will do other things besides selling wontons in the future.
The boss didn't know why he decided to take the poor little beggar back. He only knew that if his grandchildren met with something unexpected and ended up living on the streets, he hoped that God would take note of his good deed today. , let his grandchildren meet a good person.
If his son and daughter-in-law had been helped by passers-by when they went to sell things in the next county, they probably wouldn't have frozen to death in the ditch.
The boss was thinking about these things in his mind, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all. The wontons scooped by his companion seemed to come alive, with a natural fragrance.
Diners raved about it and the wontons sold out quickly.
After the wontons were sold, the boss wanted to put Chao Chengwen on the cart and then pack his things and go back, but when he looked back, he found that the little beggar who had been leaning in the corner was missing.
The old man was a little panicked and hurriedly went over to check and found that there were no signs of dragging or fighting, so the little beggar was carried or carried away.
Being able to hug or carry him should mean no harm to him.
But the events of the day were still vivid in his mind, and the old man couldn't help but wonder if he had harmed the child by hesitating for too long.
He returned to the stall absentmindedly and asked the vendors next to him if they had seen who had taken the little beggar away. Everyone said they had not noticed.
Because of the fact that Su Tang, the acting head of Tianmen Sect, and her husband recognized each other, there are especially many people in this small town today. They are busy doing business to make money, and they have no time to care about a poor little beggar.
The old man sighed and packed his things to go home, fearing that his family would be worried if he returned home too late.
As for reporting to the official, the old man never thought about it. The little beggar was nameless, physically disabled, and his face was mutilated. After staying here for so long, no one from the government was seen to send him to Jishan Hall.
There were no other beggars coming, indicating that he had been abandoned by the government here. How could the government launch a massive search for a little beggar?
The more the old man thought about it, the more worried he became, but after packing it up, he found that his flour bag was a bit heavy. He remembered that the flour had been used up, so why was there still food in it?
He opened the bag, and under the illumination of the fluorescent lamp, he could see clearly what was inside the bag. They were a few gold bars, some broken silver, and a basic training manual, which was meant for people whose companion device had a spirit but had no cultivation talent. people.
There were suddenly so many things in the flour bag. The old man was not surprised, but rather panicked. He hurriedly closed the flour bag and pushed the cart back home.
He looked as usual when facing his family. It wasn't until his two grandchildren fell asleep and his wife fell into a deep sleep that he quietly went to the kitchen to light a lamp and took out the contents of the bread bag.
Five gold bars, some broken silver, a few copper coins, and most importantly, the Summoner's Introductory Manual.
Immortal cultivators in this world are also called summoners. Everyone is a summoner, because everyone is born with a companion magic weapon.
The functions of magical instruments are different, and the qualifications are also different, but they can all be practiced.
Although ordinary people cannot make themselves stronger through cultivating immortals, they can achieve the purpose of protecting themselves by tempering their companions.
