One day in June, in the 18th year of Qianlong reign of the Qing Dynasty.

It was already raining lightly in the sky just now.

The sky in June changes as soon as possible, just like the face of the girl in the brothel.

Giving money is the master, and not giving money is a big deal.

The drizzle was getting heavier and heavier, and most of the passers-by were in a hurry.

Some people have already put on the straw raincoat, while others are covering their heads with their hands, not knowing how many drops of rain can be blocked.

The water splashed, and many people were wet.

Some people also held oil-paper umbrellas and walked side by side in the rain, full of poetic and picturesque flavor.

A half-old man, wearing a coarse linen coat with legs tied to half a height, looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, was walking on the street in a pair of straw sandals, holding half of the roast chicken wrapped in oil paper in his hand, revealing a faint fragrance, which was the fragrance of lotus leaves and roast chicken.

In front of that old man, there were two little beggars who looked smaller.

The two little beggars were wearing the same ragged clothes.

At this time, the two little beggars were looking at the roast chicken in the hands of the half-baby and swallowing their saliva secretly, not caring about being drenched in the rain.

"It's better to be in the city."

"The streets of Daqingshi paved are not covered with mud when it rains."

"It's a pity that there are not many big boys in your pocket, so you can only make do with it, otherwise you can buy a pot of wine to drink."

Chen Xuanyi sighed while walking.

"Brother Gouzi, your body is injured just right, so you can't drink."

A little beggar muttered, "The little beggar's face is dirty and his hair is messy, just like a hornet's nest, about eight or nine years old, and the rain falls on the little beggar's face."

The little beggar wiped his face with his sleeve, which was much cleaner.

Chen Xuan turned around and glared at the little beggar, put a straw hat on the back of his waist on the little beggar, and said, "How many times have I said it, don't call me Brother Gouzi, I want to call me Brother Chen."

The little beggar pouted and said aggrievedly: "Brother Gouzi is Brother Gouzi, he always called this before."

Chen Xuan stopped, widened his eyes and said, "No, I must change my words in the future, otherwise, roast chicken today will not be your share."

When the little beggar heard this, he began to sob in a low voice, wiping tears with his sleeves while crying, and said, "Brother Gouzi, you have changed. You have treated me well before and have never been cruel to me."

When Chen Xuan saw this, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Dode, you can cry and make sense. You can call it whatever you want in the future..."

Chen Xuanyi smiled bitterly and cursed inwardly.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

"Dog Damn's golden finger didn't say a word, and if Hei didn't mention Bai, he threw me here?"

"He's still a fucking beggar."

Chen Xuanyi used to think that he was a rational adult.

However, he never expected that he would one day have reached the point of begging for food.

After two consecutive time travels, Chen Xuanyi felt that things like reason were also divided into situations.

The first time travel, at least there is a prompt.

However, this second time travel was gone, there was no prompt.

He threw him directly on a hill in the west of the city and almost let the wild wolf take him away.

It’s fine if you have soul penetration. Last time, I had an identity, but this time I just cheated my father, anonymous one.

There is no road guide or identity certificate, it is the beggar in the dilapidated temple in the west of the city or the beggar with two beggars.

It has been half a year since I woke up from this world.

“Life needs to continue…”

Chen Xuanyi looked down at the ground habitually, and the next moment, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Lines of words slowly appeared on the ground.

【Tianjie Taoist Simulator】

[Host: Chen Xuanyi]

【World: Snow Mountain Fox】

【Identity: Nameless Beggar】

【Talented Power: Eye of the Sea of ​​Blood】

[Internal Power Mind Method: Heavenly Snake Breathing Method, First Look at the Path]

【Red Dust Refining Level: 1 Level】

【Task: Famous as a Taoist priest in the world】

【Task Success: Obtaining the Imprint of the World】

【Task failed: Empty the host soul】

When Chen Xuan saw these familiar lines of blood-colored characters, the depressed aura accumulated over the past month finally disappeared.

"So this is the world of flying foxes in the snow mountain..."

The Flying Fox of the Snow Mountain tells about the events of the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. Although the protagonist is Hu Fei, the story tells is about the story of Hu Fei's father Hu Yidao and Miao Renfeng. It revolves around the treasures left by the King of Chuang, the grievances and revenges that occurred in the four guards of the King of Chuang and their descendants.

After a month in this world, I only knew that the territory he was in was Yansui Town, Fufeng, Shaanxi, which was the 18th year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty.

The range he can move is only ten miles in Fufeng City.

In addition, he is just a poor beggar and can't go anywhere else.

"Being famous as a Taoist priest...what the hell?"

"Is this what the Taoist priest in all worlds means?"

"No matter what identity you have at the beginning, you must be a Taoist priest when you leave in the end?"

"If the mission failed, it would actually wipe out the soul! Damn!"

"Did the original owner also tied up this cheating golden finger? Because he had not completed the task, his soul was wiped out, so I took advantage of the situation?"

The more Chen Xuan thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. After all, the jade ring belonged to the original owner.

"Just relying on my "Sky Snake Breathing Method" to be famous all over the world, then you have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."

Fortunately, before traveling through time, he kept the "Sky Snake Breathing Method" that the medicine was given to him in mind. Otherwise, it would be almost impossible to complete this task.

"It seems that this is what the world is about refining..."

Chen Xuanyi's depressed aura was wiped out. Although the road ahead was difficult, he finally had hope. This person was afraid that he would not have hope.

With hope, you can work hard toward that place.

"Have my Sky Snake Breathing Technique has already seen the path? This is a bit unexpected."

"Snow Mountain Flying Fox..."

Chen Xuan thought silently in his heart and thought about some things carefully.

Chen Xuanyi and two little beggars rushed to the dilapidated temple outside the city.

Along the way, Chen Xuanyi didn't speak and walked a little lighter.

...

Fufeng City, a dilapidated temple on the hills west of the city.

Chen Xuanyi exposed his upper body, twisted the water from his clothes with both hands, and said casually: "Hu Zi, bring some dry firewood to come over, make a fire, and dry the clothes. Be careful of the cold."

Two little beggars, one is called Huzi and the other is Eryingzi.

Eryingzi is the one who is crying. Huzi is so horny. Although he is a beggar, he is hungry and full, but he is actually chubby. He probably has gained weight when drinking cold water.

Hu Zi responded and said, "I understand, Brother Dogzi."

When Chen Xuan heard the three words "Gouzi Ge", he felt powerless. He realized what a stubborn child is like.

"God, I really want to turn against you if you say you can't say it, but I can't stop it. I just got so big, but now I've stopped."

When Chen Xuan looked outside the temple, he saw dark clouds gradually dissipating, and the moonlight shone down with the clouds.

Chen Xuanyi was in a good mood and recited: "Whoever has no storm and rain, can you keep the clouds blooming and the moon brightly. Flowers bloom again but they float away. Don't leave your regrets in this life."

"A good poem, good poem, should be clear, but unfortunately, there is no wine."

Chen Xuanyi said narcissistically.

At this time, it was already dark.

It's late at night.

Huzi has raised the fire.

Chen Xuan put aside a clothes rack, took a medicine cup, hung it on the fire and boiled boiling water. He pulled out half of the roast chicken, put it on the peeled branches, and heated it on the fire.
To be continued...