I cross the cold pond

Six-year-old Xu Ziru squatted in a pile of weeds, holding a green weed picked up from the side of the road in his mouth.

He touched three stones, used his feet to carve out a slightly cleaner place, and threw stones on the ground as if playing.

The hexagrams thrown out with stones are still old hexagrams.

——"He Zhen saves the common people."

Xu Ziru squatted on the ground and thought about it for a long time. He didn't quite remember why he died in his last life.

His memory was confused, he thought for a while that he met a demon and died in the Tianji Gate, and for a while he thought that he had walked on the road for a long time after leaving the Tianji Gate and starved to death.

Thinking of this, Xu Ziru clicked his lips, feeling that this method of death was not decent enough, and he wanted to die even if he died, so it didn't matter how decent he was.

He is five or six years old now.

Wearing tattered burlap clothes, probably because of the recent famine, he raised his hand to see that his arm was as thin as a piece of dead wood thrown on the ground.

Xu Ziru's mind is still a little confused now, holding three stones in his hands, walking unsteadily towards the Mianshui River.

He stood by the water and looked in the mirror. There was a yellow and thin child in the river. At first glance, he looked like a mud monkey that hadn't fully evolved.

Xu Ziru reluctantly greeted himself in the river, and complained in a childish voice, "It's too ugly."

Although he often looked slovenly in his previous life, but his image and temperament were there, no matter how slovenly he was, he could still see a bit of free and unrestrained meaning from it.

Now the child in the river looks like a mud monkey who has been seriously ill for a long time and is about to die soon.

Xu Ziru spat out the weeds he was holding in his mouth with a "bah", and started to play with the stone in his hands, thinking that the matter of physical fitness should be started from the baby.

He threw three stones in a row, and the stones floated on the water three times in a row. Xu Ziru folded his arms around his chest and shook his head, feeling that this level was not as good as one or two tenths of his usual level.

Xu Ziru is still a five or six-year-old child now, and other people will only find it ridiculous to do such an action.

Dongbo in the Charity Hall of Heshan Village often walks by the Mianshui River at the order of his master.

Because it is a time of famine, many people who give birth to children and cannot afford to raise them will throw their children by the water's edge, because at least there is water by the water's edge, and the children can live longer, and they also hope that their children will be picked up and raised by others.

Dongbo has been in Heshan Village for several years, and has picked up many children by the river.

This morning he got up and went out, took his boy to the market to buy things, and when he came back from the shopping, he passed by the Mianshui River and saw a thin child of a few years old standing alone by the edge of no water, shaking his head and shaking his head. A little cute, he walked over.

"Little friend, why are you here alone? Are you hungry? Could Uncle take you to eat something?" Dong Bo smiled and walked to Xu Ziru's side.

The child's face is sallow, but his expression is still normal, and he should be considered healthy. It is not unreasonable to throw a bigger child's belly by the water. If the child simply walks away from his parents and separates, he will take it back to the charity hall and place it Then, the parents of the children should be able to find them too.

Hearing his voice, the child turned around from the water's edge, his eyes were darkened by his sallow complexion, and after hearing the words, he raised his short legs and walked towards him step by step.

He walked up to Dong Bo, reached out and grabbed Dong Bo's shirt, and said in a childish voice, "Okay."

Dong Bo only thought that the child was really good, so he bent down and picked the child up from the ground, and while walking towards home, he asked with a smile, "So good.

Tell Uncle what's your name? "

Xu Ziru wrapped his arms around Dong Bo's shoulders and told Dong Bo, "Xu Ziru."

"My name is Xu Ziru."

There are so many children in the charity hall that there is almost nowhere to go, and most of them are older children leading younger ones, making it as noisy as a poultry market.

Dong Bo came in with Xu Ziru in his arms and clapped his hands, trying to attract the attention of the older children in the room.

But there are too many children, and it is obviously not very controlled.

The two children who didn't seem to be able to speak were still crying loudly, and the crying was deafening. Xu Ziru lay on Dong Bo's shoulders, stretching out two small hands to cover his ears.

He couldn't help asking himself in his heart—why didn't he feel this group of milk dolls were so noisy in his previous life?

Dongbo coughed and coughed twice, and raised his finger to an older child beside the two baby dolls: "Sanba, hug your younger brother to comfort him so he won't cry."

The child named Sanwa seemed very distressed when he heard the words: "I can't coax Dong Bo, he just loves to cry and keeps crying."

Dong Bo put down Xu Ziru, who was in his arms, and walked over to pick up the baby who had been crying all the time. He coaxed the baby skillfully, and the baby couldn't stop crying. The baby asked him to suck: "Hungry, hungry, I will get you some millet paste later."

Xu Ziru let go of his hands covering his ears, he looked at Dong Bo for a while, and then looked around the noisy charity hall.

Suddenly his memory became unclear. He clearly remembered that in his previous life, Dongbo should still have a broken leg at this time, and he himself was brought back from the Mianshui River to the Charity Hall by He Zhen himself.

Xu Ziru walked to Dongbo's side, stretched out his hands to hug one of Dongbo's legs, and stared at Dongbo who was coaxing the child with his head up.

Dong Bo looked at him, was stunned, and then smiled: "You're hungry too, how about I feed you a bowl of rice porridge later?"

Xu Ziru briefly touched Dongbo's leg with his hand, and found that it should be a good leg that had never been injured. He was a little puzzled, with no expression on his face, staring at Dongbo eagerly, with a childish voice Back said: "OK."

On the first day after Xu Ziru was reborn again, he found that many things seemed different.

During lunch time, someone came to the Charity Hall to distribute porridge to the children, and some minced meat was even added to the porridge.

Xu Ziru was so hungry that he couldn't get enough of it after drinking a big bowl of porridge.

But thinking that there are so many children in this charity hall, it is estimated that no one can have enough to eat, so I reluctantly put down the bowls and chopsticks.

He is still a child now, he should have not eaten enough for several meals, and his energy is also a little bit behind, sitting on the weed pile and getting sleepy.

Until he fell into a dazed sleep, he heard a few older children talking next to him.

"Will that big brother come today?"

"I heard that they are here to select people from us to learn great kung fu from them."

"Really? Then can I fly in the sky in the future?"

"Can you see a fish in the river and catch it with a 'swish'?"

Xu Ziru's eyes barely opened a slit, and the children talking next to him should be the oldest children in the charity hall, looking about ten years old.

Among them was an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, who looked familiar to Xu Ziru. After observing through the slits of his eyes for a while, he realized that she was his senior sister Liuying.

He didn't expect that Liuying was also taken from the Charity Hall to Tianji Gate.

In his previous life, he only remembered that he had to pester Yan Qinghe. He didn't stay in Charity Link for long, and his memory wasn't that deep.

Xu Ziru paused at this thought, sat up and observed for a while, trying to find one or two familiar faces among the group of screaming children.

His memory is not very good, and at first glance, the children in the Charity Hall are obviously similar in appearance.

He didn't see the face he wanted to see, so he closed his eyes again with a lack of interest.

Xu Ziru didn't have a full meal at night, and he was not in a good mood. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, eavesdropping on the children beside him, and he listened at random, and didn't listen too well.

Until all the older children in the charity hall ran out, he was lying in the weeds, and some didn't know what happened.

Not long after, the Charity Hall, which was extremely noisy just now, suddenly fell silent.

Even the few children who had been screaming stopped screaming. Xu Ziru huddled in the weeds and opened his eyes. Seeing this, he couldn't help being stunned for a while.

He didn't know why Yan Qinghe appeared in this place at this time.

He vaguely remembered that he had stayed in the Charity Hall for at least several months before Yan Qinghe brought a group of juniors and sisters from Tianjimen down to select disciples.

He opened his eyes and quickly glanced at Yan Qinghe standing at the door. There were three people standing beside Yan Qinghe. Gloomy child.

The adult man should be He Zhen, but the woman Xu Ziru searched through the memory but didn't recognize it. The teenage child standing next to her was pale and gloomy. Xu Ziru didn't recognize who it was for the time being. .

He retracted his gaze, closed his eyes and immediately pretended to be asleep.

Xu Ziru figured it out, he couldn't have anything to do with Yan Qinghe in this life, he had had enough.

Yan Qinghe should hang in the sky as the moon, and mortals should stop thinking about holding the moon in their arms.

Xu Ziru wanted to stay with He Zhen for a while longer, to see if he could find something.

There are many things in his previous life that he can't remember clearly, but it seems that there are many things that are different this time.

Xu Ziru was pretending to be sleeping here, when he heard a child asking, "Brother, are you going to take us to the mountain? Uncles and aunts said that there are endless things to eat on the mountain."

"I heard that we can learn to fly! I struggled to climb the tree and wanted to fly up.

When can you take us away? said another child.

Yan Qinghe remained silent.

The woman with a gentle face next to him coaxed in a warm voice: "My brother will bring many brothers and sisters to our place in a few days, and when he sees obedient children, he will take you to learn powerful spells.

So you have to listen, okay? "

They were chatting and getting closer to the haystack where Xu Ziru fell asleep.

Xu Ziru was still pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, when he felt hands touching his head, he paused for a while, not knowing whether to continue sleeping, or to open his eyes and reprimand the other party for "don't touch the child's head".

Yan Qinghe's voice rang above his head, his voice was as calm as a waveless Mianshui River: "Did you just take this one over today?"

He Zhen said: "Lingdong said that he found it on the bank of Mian River in the morning, standing alone by the water, his parents were not around, and the change of clothes was discarded by his parents, so he took it back.

He looks thin and small, he should be only three or four years old, but he speaks quite clearly and can clearly say his name. "

Yan Qinghe bent down, hugged Xu Ziru, who was huddled in the weeds, into his arms, and said lightly: "Well, you're very good."

"..." Xu Ziru was really uncomfortable, and she didn't know where Yan Qinghe, who had always spoken in an orderly manner, felt that she was obedient.

He Zhen smiled beside him and said, "It's really good.

I haven't cried since I picked it up. After eating some porridge for lunch, I lay down and fell asleep.

It must be tired. "

Yan Qinghe absently murmured a syllable from his nasal cavity.

He Zhen asked again: "When will I come down this time and take the children up? I see these big people here are stable and smart. After testing their spiritual roots, maybe they can take them to learn from a teacher?"

Yan Qinghe still hummed absently.

Xu Ziru huddled in Yan Qinghe's arms, shrunk as if his whole body was covered with itchy hair, extremely uncomfortable, just thinking about opening his eyes and jumping out of Yan Qinghe's arms pretending to be frightened.

Yan Qinghe said suddenly: "I have a predestined relationship with this child, so I took him away."

"..." Xu Ziru closed his arms in his arms for a long time, and he really wanted to ask loudly, "Brother, are you out of your mind", and then wanted to scold, "Are you a bandit who came down from the mountain? If you want to take it away, you don’t even ask the person’s opinion.”