Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Yang Xiaoxiao opened his eyes sleepily, and when he saw some light from the paper window outside, he first lifted the quilt and started dressing.

"Crackling~" The door of the kitchen was pushed open, and he went to the water tank to see how much water was left. Feeling not enough, he picked up the pole and picked up two empty wooden barrels. Just walked out the door.

"Senior brothers and sisters have to wash up after getting up, and then I have to cook porridge. This water is not enough."

As a Taoist boy of Qingfeng Temple, although Yang Xiaozi is only ten years old, he can cook and do laundry, and is proficient in everything. He even knows a little about the medicinal properties of some alchemy materials.

These are all forced out, and some are not forced out, and those who are not forced out are already dead.

In that dark Taoist temple, the only thing he learned was that people must be useful, and those who are useless are trash.

If you are useless, in case your brothers and sisters don't want to bring a fuel bottle, then you should kick the one who is still snoring on the bed first.

But as long as they are useful, they really want to sell another Taoist boy, not themselves.

In fact, Young Child Yang has a secret that no one has, that is, the home location he reported is false, and he has no home at all.

He now hopes that he can continue on this journey, so that he can always have food to eat.

He is different from others. When he went to Qingfengguan, other children were sold and stolen, but Yang Xiaozi was willing to go, just because that person said that there is enough food in that place.

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, Young Child Yang saluted the woman who was practicing swordsmanship in the distance, "Morning, Senior Sister."

At this time, Chun Xiaoman didn't have time to talk to him at all, she was engrossed in looking at the sword manual in front of her.

Yang Xiaoxiao has long been surprised by this. Recently, this senior sister with black hair all over her body is not only eating and sleeping, but also practicing swordsmanship.

Accompanied by the wet morning mist, he was walking alone on the deserted path.

"Can I ask Senior Sister to teach me swordsmanship as well? If I learn it, even if I go back and become a beggar in the future, others will not dare to bully me."

"But Senior Sister, is she happy? Senior Sister Xiaoman is usually very indifferent."

Thinking about it, Young Child Yang came to the pond at the head of the village and started to pump water.

Suddenly, a large group of black shadows emerged from the hazy morning mist in the distance. startled him.

But soon he was no longer afraid, because those shadows were people, a group of beggars with ragged clothes and dark faces, and he was one of them in the past.

Looking at their runny noses and shivering, it was obvious that when they slept last night, there was no ignition.

Compared with Child Yang's reaction, those beggars were also taken aback.

After confirming again that it was a living person, the group of beggars launched a little beggar.

This little beggar with only one ear is very dull, hesitating there.

Seeing that Child Yang was about to fetch water, an old beggar came over and pushed the little beggar with a dog to chew on the mud. He bowed his body as much as possible, and asked Child Yang with a smile, "Little baby, ask a question. What's the matter, is this Wujia Village?"

"There's no one you're looking for here, everything here is empty, and there's nothing left."

It's good that Young Child Yang didn't say it. When he said this, the other party seemed even more excited, and his red wine lees nose became even redder.

A finger pointed tremblingly around everything around. "So these houses and the surrounding lands have no owners, right?!"

Young child Yang didn't want to talk to the person who kicked the little beggar, so he turned around and left.

Returning to the kitchen, he poured the water from the bucket into the bucket. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up the pole and continued to walk towards the door.

For such a big tank, one trip is not enough, but several trips are required.

When he came out again, he could see the beggars breaking into the empty houses around them, rummaging for something.

They definitely couldn't find any rich things. The rich things have long been taken away by those who left, and the ones who didn't have been taken away by themselves and Senior Brother Gouwa.

But these beggars don't care so much, even if they find a piece of tattered clothes, these beggars are jumping for joy.

When Yang Xiaowa came out for the third time, he saw that some beggars were fighting, and he didn't know what they were robbing.

"Don't live here, it's evil here, it's easy to get into trouble!" Young child Yang reminded him, but no one listened to him.

On the fourth trip, Young Child Yang was already tired and his face was pale, but he still came to the courtyard with all his might. After arriving in the courtyard, he put down the pole, Child Yang breathed evenly and waited quietly for something.

After waiting until the sound of footsteps came from inside, Young Child Yang hurriedly picked up the pole again and rushed inside.

Not long after walking, Yang Xiaoxiao, who was carrying a pole, ran into other brothers and sisters. "Senior Brother Cao Cao is early."

"Hey, kid, you're fetching water again, but you're so sensible. You can just let a fool do this kind of strength." Gouwa patted his head and walked outside.

"Senior Brother Cao Cao, the porridge is already cooking in the pot, and breakfast can be eaten soon." He shouted at Gouwa's back.

"Well, I'm going to wake the fool up."

When the sun rose and shone into the courtyard, everyone gathered in the lobby.

The breakfast was very simple. It was white porridge with pickles from the cellar in the village, as well as the dry food they brought, Guokui. But there are also meat dishes, with two eggs in a small bowl.

At this moment, they didn't even move their chopsticks~www.wuxiamtl.com~ they were all quietly waiting for something.

At this moment, Xiaoman, who saw the sword practice at the door, just came in. Gouwa asked teasingly: "Junior sister, you practiced the three-nine in the winter and three-fu in the summer, how is your practice?

"It's alright, at least it's better than making a fool of yourself. The escort's master said that there is no other trick to this kind of thing. It just depends on practice. I sharpened two bamboo swords. After dinner, you practice with me."

The dog's face instantly turned into a bitter gourd face.

After Xiaoman turned around and hung the sword on the wall, he also sat down at the table and waited with them.

Hearing the sound of footsteps and smelling the **** smell in the air, Young Child Yang became nervous subconsciously, and lowered his head, not daring to look over there at all.

That is Senior Brother Li Huowang.

He knew that Senior Brother Li would not harm him, and he even picked him up, but he was afraid. Especially after seeing what happened along the way.

Li Huowang, who was supported by Bai Lingmiao, sat down on the upper seat of the Eight Immortals and began to drink porridge. After he moved his mouth, the others started to move.

Even Li Huowang himself did not find out when this rule appeared.

Eating and eating, there was the sound of swallowing saliva from outside the yard, and a few beggars stood there eagerly poking their heads.

"Why are there still beggars? Isn't there no one in Wujia Village?"

Hearing Li Huowang's question, Young Child Yang stood up nervously and told everything he knew.

"Haha, these people are really well-informed. The chopping block on the 18th of the twelfth lunar month dares to rush to live there. I'm full, so eat slowly."