I Synthesize Infinite Entries In A Chaotic World

Li Yun has the blessing of the Snow God of Winter in all four seasons. In the land of cold winter, he is the darling of the whole world. He can easily control the cold air. What's more, the far north is the area where the Snow God is located, and the cold winter aura is the most active. It is actually not outrageous to appear and condense into elves due to Li Yun's thoughts.

After receiving the prompt from the elf, Li Yun thanked him and hurriedly flew in the direction pointed by the elf.

He doesn't have any extra thoughts now. He just wants to see how his relatives are doing now. More than a hundred years have passed, and time has passed by like a flash. The nearly two hundred years have been enough to swallow up too much.

Half an hour later, Li Yun looked into the distance. At the boundary between the ice land and the loess land in the far north, he could already see a low-rise town surrounded by dilapidated city walls.

It is hard to imagine that there is a city in such a harsh place.

It was so dilapidated that Li Yun could see those low-rise and low-rise houses hundreds of miles apart. There were not many soldiers guarding the city walls that had been in disrepair and dilapidated for a long time. In the streets of the entire town, scattered people wearing heavy shabby clothes Wearing clothes and hat, we headed in a certain direction. There were very few people there, like a dead city that had lost its life.

As he got closer and closer to the city, Li Yun's heart became heavier and heavier.

I felt excited, nervous, and a little scared.

Afraid of hearing bad news.

It should be, everything is fine...

Li Yun whispered to himself in the air, as if cheering himself up.

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Huafeng City is a large city built in the far north. It was built in the early Yuan Dynasty to resist the barbarians. After the barbarians were wiped out, Huafeng City withdrew its troops, leaving mostly the old, weak, sick and disabled. It was a prosperous city in the past. After the destruction of the barbarians, and the destruction of the Yuan Kingdom and the establishment of the Immortal Dynasty, two hundred years later, Huafeng City has long lost its former glory.

It has even been forgotten by the Changsheng Divine Dynasty. No one collects taxes every year, and no one from the imperial court appears here. This is a city that has been forgotten by the world.

Currently, there are only 20,000 people in Huafeng City in total.

In the city, a group of people put on their clothes and walked out of their houses, carrying the wind and snow and heading in a certain direction.

Spring has entered this year, but due to regional reasons, it is still very cold, so people are not yet able to grow food.

They go in groups because they need to get a bowl of relief porridge, otherwise it will be difficult to survive this cold winter.

On the way, the thin yellow-haired girl with dull eyes led her younger brother who was a few years younger than herself and followed the crowd towards a compound. This pair of siblings were very conspicuous among the crowd of adults around them. Hua Fengcheng There are very few children.

Therefore, many curious eyes came over and looked at the two children unscrupulously.

The younger brother, who was only seven or eight years old and had a dark face, shrank back, held his sister's hand tightly, leaned close to her and whispered: Sister, I'm afraid.

The girl held her brother's hand tightly and tried to keep her tone as calm as possible. She touched the boy's head with her other free hand and comforted: It's okay. The uncles are just curious and have no ill intentions. Don't be afraid. We have already left. Village.”

But sister, where are we going? I'm so hungry.

The boy held his deflated belly and spoke in a low voice. When he is extremely hungry, he doesn't even have the strength to speak.

The girl surrounded the surrounding wall of people, the cold wind blew through her face, and a pair of dull yellow eyes flashed with deep confusion.

It's okay. I heard that there is a kind man in the city. He has a good heart. Maybe we can sell ourselves to that kind man so that we won't be hungry, the girl said with a forced smile. There are also some who don’t believe their own words.

Where do so many good people come from these days?

Mostly it's just profitable.

But it doesn't matter anymore. The girl just wants to feed her brother now. She has decided to sell herself and give all the money to her brother. There is a distant relative in the city who will give half of the money from the sale to her brother. Relatives, let them take care of the younger brother. With the money, they will not let the younger brother starve to death no matter what. When the younger brother grows up, he can use the remaining half of the silver to find a job.

As for yourself, do whatever you want.

The girl smiled bitterly in her heart, just holding her brother's hand and walking with the crowd, like a corpse.

Soon after, the crowd stopped, and the girl also smelled the permeating fragrance of rice. The aroma of sweet rice being cooked by porridge made everyone involuntarily roll their throats and swallow their saliva.

Is there really someone giving porridge? The girl stared ahead in disbelief and muttered to herself.

Huafeng City was so poor that even wealthy families did not dare to give out porridge. She originally thought that the good man was just giving out a few steamed buns mixed with gravel, but to her surprise, he was actually giving out porridge.

Of course, the little girl should be from the surrounding villages, a middle-aged woman next to her sighed: This great kind man came to us decades ago and gives out porridge every winter. , has been giving porridge for almost ten years, and every household in Hua Fengcheng is not grateful to her, and even secretly makes statues of her. Without her, I don’t know how many people would have died.

Really, the girl held her brother's hand, took pictures of the team, and stared blankly at the beautiful woman in front of her who looked like a fairy in white clothes and a bamboo hat on her head.

Bodhisattva is nothing more than this.

Madam, it's cold outside. I'll come here. You'd better go home and rest.

Beside the porridge shop, a young man as tall as a bear with a long knife on his waist bent over and softly tried to persuade him.

He respected the woman next to him very much.

No, the woman exhaled like blue, shook her head gently and refused. She made porridge for each of the people, and said softly: How is your father lately, Xiaofeng.

When Zhou Feng heard this, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He suppressed the sadness in his heart and tried to keep his tone as normal as possible: My father is already on his deathbed. I heard the doctors outside said that he may only die in the next few days.

The woman's hands ladling the porridge paused.

Why!

Xiaorou sighed deeply, her beautiful eyes no longer had the aura they once had. After hundreds of years of hard work, her eyes already had a sense of vicissitudes of life.

Grandmaster Zhou has helped me too much. I have lived for so many years, but now I can no longer hold on. Magistrate Zhao passed away a hundred years ago. Grandpa Sun left fifty years ago to find opportunities for breakthrough. Now Grandmaster Zhou is about to leave. Old friends fade away.”

As she spoke, she suddenly said: Xiao Feng, you have protected me for so many years. The friendship between my husband and you has almost faded away. You are still young, so why not follow Li Rou and leave this city and go somewhere outside? Break in.

Madam, dad asked me to protect you all the time. This is our family rule. How can I not do it? Zhou Feng straightened up and looked at the woman in front of him. His mouth was slightly open, but he stopped talking.

If you have something to say, just say it.

Madam, Zhou Feng bowed his hands and said in a deep voice, You have been here for more than a hundred years, but the master has never come back, so why don't we leave.

No.

Xiaorou shook her head and said in a calm but firm tone: In this life, I just want to find him. You have to go everywhere. You have already done your best to the Li family.

Hey... Seeing this, Zhou Feng stopped saying anything and just took two steps back, acting as a guard.

Xiaorou just scooped porridge for the people waiting in line as before.

Thank you Bodhisattva, thank you Bodhisattva.

The good man will live long, thank you, the good man.

One by one, the common people received the porridge and were sincerely grateful, and Xiaorou smiled back.

She has been doing this kind deed of giving out porridge for almost ten years. At first, she felt that the people in the city were having a hard time. Later, an ascetic learned that giving out porridge can accumulate merit. Gradually, Xiaorou persisted. She wanted to accumulate enough merit.

Ten years.

It has been one hundred sixty-four years, three months and twenty-one days since he disappeared.

Dust returns to dust, and under the wheel of time, all the ancients wither away. Xiaorou herself doesn't know why she can live until now, but she knows very well that no matter what, she is waiting for him.

At this time, even Xiaorou herself didn't know what she was waiting for. Maybe it was the obsession in her heart. She might not be able to wait for her husband, who was victorious in every battle.

Gradually, Xiaorou's eyes became hazy.

She seemed to see again the scene she had dreamed of countless times over the past hundred years, the dilapidated hut in Chunyang Town.

A man and a woman were sitting on a cold chair, eating a hard-earned meal that had just been prepared. The girl's meal was terrible, but the man still smiled and swallowed it in big mouthfuls, laughing while eating. Taunting the girl, the angry girl snorted and turned away.

She could clearly see the girl's appearance, that was exactly what she looked like.

But the man's appearance made Xiaorou's heart beat, but she couldn't see clearly.

She only remembered that wispy smile, that stiff smile that looked cold but laughed heartily at her.

The man's appearance became blurry and a double image appeared.

Finally, they slowly overlapped, and a familiar figure in black clothes stretched out his hand with a smile, holding a broken bowl that came from nowhere.

He said: Good man, please give me a bowl of porridge.