After wearing the book, I became the white moonlight of the paranoid protagonist

"Who the hell are you!"

Junior sister Liu Ruoxin asked eagerly, how could ordinary people know Senior Brother Song Qing!Thinking about pointing the sword away again.

Song Qing on the side was a little silent. At this time, he also saw the clues. The child who looked like a beggar dressed in rags in front of him was deliberately making silly remarks because of his junior sister.

He took a step forward, and his tone was a little cold, "Brother, we don't know Song Qing, it's true that my junior sister was rude, this is as an apology, so I left first."

After saying that, he threw a small bag into Jiang Weilin's arms.

Seeing this, Jiang Weilin also understood that the other party had reacted, so he said: "Don't be angry, I am just looking forward to you." Then he said: "I haven't had a few full meals since I was a child, but I just envy you, so I asked you Second, as for the name Song Qing, I heard it in Qiushan Town when I was wandering. I heard that Song Qing is the head disciple of the Xuanling Sect, and he drove away monsters for them, so I heard that you are members of the Xuanling Sect, so I asked.

Didn't expect to be offended. "

Immortal cultivators always have a subtle arrogance towards ordinary people, but Song Qing is very polite.

A face-to-face meeting somewhat left a good impression on Jiang Weilin, so he explained it. Fortunately, he just watched it yesterday and still remembered some details. It would not be a good thing to offend an important supporting role.

As for Liu Ruoxin, it shouldn't matter, she's simple and easy to deal with.

Hearing what he said, Song Qing's expression softened a little. He took a closer look at Jiang Weilin. He had no aura, and he was indeed an ordinary person. Looking at the dirt and blood all over his body, he should not be doing well.

He thought of the mass grave not far away.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a talisman from the space pocket at his waist and handed it over, "This talisman can keep you safe once, and you can take it out when you are in danger."

Liu Ruoxin was startled, she didn't understand why her senior brother would give a talisman with his own magic power to a mortal, but after receiving the reminder from her senior brother, she silently closed her mouth.

"Thank you Xianchang." Of course Jiang Weilin would not refuse, and took it over.

After Song Qing looked at Jiang Weilin twice, he left with Liu Ruoxin.

When their figures disappeared, the water stains and dirt on Jiang Weilin's body were also swept away. Obviously, the other party used a spell to remove the dirt on his body.

Jiang Weilin grabbed the clothes around his waist and took a look, it was spotless.

Cultivation is really good.

He got up and put on his clothes, the old clothes covered his bony body.

Then he stood there for a while, looking at the direction Song Qing and Liu Ruoxin left, and touched his chin thoughtfully.

At the beginning of the plot in the book, the main character joins the teacher. At that time, Song Qing and Liu Ruoxin were already in their twenties. Since this is the case, the current main character should be just a child, and everything in the plot has not yet unfolded.

Looking sideways at the looming tire marks and indentations on the grass and loess behind him, Jiang Weilin raised his hand to fasten his belt and walked along this road.

Those things come first, and we need to solve our own food and clothing first.

It took about twenty minutes to walk.

A hundred-foot-high wall and gate gradually emerged not far away.

The thick and majestic iron gate was wide open, and there was a long queue outside.

It should be the people who entered the city.

Jiang Weilin, who had been washed at this time, completely changed his appearance, except for his worn clothes and thin body, he didn't look like a beggar at all.

He brushed back his waist-length hair, straightened the corners of his clothes a little, and then went to the back of the line.

The number of people in front gradually decreased and gradually saw the scene at the gate of the city. Those who went in to sell goods needed to pay some money, and the rest only had to register, and the rules were not strict.

When it was Jiang Weilin's turn, he imitated the people in front of him and read his name to the officer, and then put his finger on the name written by the officer.

Looking at the words on the yellow paper similar to the original world, Jiang Weilin quietly entered the city under the command of the military officer.

The original body should be a beggar without father and mother. His face is usually covered with plaster. Now that he has washed his face and changed his identity, no one should be able to tell.

After entering the city, Jiang Weilin held a few copper coins and went straight to a stall, where the hot steamed buns were steaming and fragrant.

"Boss, how do you sell the buns?"

Jiang Weilin was not used to his short stature, barely showing his shoulders when standing in front of the stall.

The boss looked down and said casually, "White buns cost three cents, and vegetable and meat buns cost one penny."

"One vegetable and three white noodles." Jiang Weilin took out two copper coins and put them on the stall.

The boss quickly wrapped four buns for him with oiled paper.

Probably when I was hungry, I was not very hungry.

Jiang Weilin gulped down a vegetable and meat bun, feeling a little full in his stomach, and then walked on the road while eating the big white bun.

He looked around at the yelling stalls and the bustling crowd, thinking that the mortals here seemed to be living ordinary lives.

In the world in this book, the protagonist is surrounded by blood and blood, but as long as he stays away from the protagonist and the plot, all this has nothing to do with him.

He can live his own life.

Jiang Weilin was chewing and thinking slowly, at this moment, there was a faint muffled hum and strange movements in his ears.

He squinted his eyes and walked to the alley next to him.

The closer you get, the darker the place will be shrouded in darkness by the high walls and the climbing plants.

The voice inside also reached the ears more clearly.

Very immature, about five or six years old, but the insults were unbearable.

"Bitch, spit out the buns!"

"You dare to steal Brother Ergou's steamed stuffed bun!"

"Thief! I'll kill you!"

The insults were accompanied by punches, kicks and groans.

Jiang Weilin paused, and prepared to leave as if nothing had happened, but his eyes stopped when he touched the child who was pressed on the ground so thin that he had only a handful of bones.

He walked into the alley, stepping on the stones to deliberately make a small sound.

The children inside turned their heads quickly when they heard the commotion, and when they saw Jiang Weilin who was much older than them, they timidly insisted, "Who are you! Don't meddle in your own business!"

Seeing that Jiang Weilin didn't respond.

Several people looked at each other nervously, and stammered: "He stole our things! He is a thief!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the impossibly thin child on the ground.

Jiang Weilin's eyes flicked, he was probably only as big as a two-year-old child, and he was so thin that he was only a handful of bones. He curled up tightly on the ground, his back protruding from the bones trembled slightly.

Glancing at the same thin children who were looking at him tremblingly, Jiang Weilin sighed, "What did he steal from you?"

One of the older children looked at his companion, swallowed and said, "Two white buns! This is a gift from a rich lady to Brother Ergou!"

Brother Ergou also planned to share one of them, but he was snatched away by this little bastard!

Thinking of this, he was very angry.

Jiang Weilin lowered his head, touched two buns from his bosom and handed them over, "I'll pay you back for him, let's go." As he said that, he made a gesture of repelling.

After getting a new hot steamed stuffed bun, the children stopped making trouble, and quickly stuffed it into their arms, as if afraid that Jiang Weilin would snatch it away again.

They walked along the wall, carefully watched Jiang Weilin slowly move out, and ran away as soon as he got close to the exit.

Jiang Weilin glanced back, and then cast his gaze on the child who was still curled up on the ground.

He sighed almost inaudibly.

Jiang Weilin stepped forward, squatted down, "Let's go."

The child trembled, still curled up in a ball like a tortoise shell.

Seeing it, Jiang Weilin somehow thought of the stray cats he saw on the side of the road before, covered in wounds and blood, leaning against the wall vigilantly even if he was very hungry, grinning at people who came to feed with good intentions.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed the child's head. Under the trembling of the other party, he touched two copper plates and placed them on the ground.

If you give too much, you may be robbed. Two pieces are enough to buy six white flour steamed buns.

After doing this, Jiang Weilin stood up and prepared to leave, he still had half a steamed bun in his hand, and continued to chew on it, just as he was about to step out of the alley.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him.

He stopped for a while, turned his head and looked, and saw the child who had just crawled on the ground stumbled towards him. Maybe his feet were numb from lying on the ground for too long, or maybe he was injured, so he lay on the ground after two steps. on the ground, but quickly got up and continued to run.

After a while, he rushed to Jiang Weilin's feet.

Hands covered in scabs and wounds hugged his calf tightly.

A face full of mud and ashes could not be seen clearly, only the cheeks that were so bulging that their cheeks were almost bursting were more obvious, and the white flour steamed buns that could not be filled could be vaguely seen.

Jiang Weilin lowered his head and looked at him quietly.

"Hmm..." The child's mouth was stuffed with buns and he couldn't speak. He seemed to want to dig it out, but he was afraid that Jiang Weilin would leave and he dared not let go.

Jiang Weilin squatted down and wiped the child's cheek with his thumb, "What's the matter?"

The child hugged him even tighter, chewing as if trying to swallow it quickly.

"I won't go." Jiang Weilin said.

The child stopped chewing, and stared straight at Jiang Weilin with a pair of dark eyes, as if to verify the authenticity of this sentence.

Jiang Weilin raised his hand and rubbed his head.

Probably this kind of behavior gave the child a sense of security. He first slowly let go of one hand, and after seeing that Jiang Weilin really didn't move, he let go of the other, and then picked the bun in his mouth with his little hand. Reluctant to take it all out, he buckled half of it, with some blood stains on it.

Each of these white buns is as big as one and a half fists, and it is barely enough for a child to stuff one, let alone two.

Then he was beaten with a bun in his mouth, and his mouth should have been injured.

"...Follow, follow you." The child carefully held the dunked bun, half of it in his mouth, and mumbled.

Fortunately, Jiang Weilin heard it clearly.

He looked at the child, "No, go home and find your parents."

The child was in a hurry, for fear that Jiang Weilin would leave after finishing speaking, he threw the bun on the ground and hugged Jiang Weilin's thigh again, "Please...follow you, think, follow..."

"I'm leaving, why are you following me?" Jiang Weilin said, "I can't protect you, go find your parents."

The child became even more panicked, and hurriedly said: "No, there are no parents." He didn't know if he couldn't speak, or if he was hurt, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Jiang Weilin wiped the ashes off his face again, "How did you live without parents before?"

Hearing this, the child seemed a little confused, but he quickly replied, "Wake up, it's here."

Jiang Weilin was silent for a while and stood up, "That can't take you with me either."

"Don't, don't." The child suddenly choked up, tears rolled out, and he suppressed his crying, "I like, I like you."

"..." Jiang Weilin leaned over and fiddled with the crying child, but the child's grip on him tightened even more.

We just met, what do you like?

Jiang Weilin thought that the child probably wanted to follow him because he saw that he had something to eat and could drive away the 'bad guys'.

He took out another copper coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the child's palm, "Here, that's all I have."

This is indeed the last copper plate on his body, and the rest is the small bag Song Qing gave him, with a silver ingot in it.

Who would have thought that the child would not even look at the copper coin, but would just hug him tightly, stare at him stubbornly with wide-open eyes, and keep crying.

"This can buy three steamed buns." Jiang Weilin thought that children don't understand copper coins, so he coaxed while explaining.

However, the child still ignored him and just hugged him, motionless.

Jiang Weilin pushed him, but he didn't expect to hug him even tighter.

After a long stalemate like this, Jiang Weilin thought to himself that he was unlucky, so he said, "Okay, I understand."

The child was taken aback, and said cautiously: "Follow..."

"Follow." Jiang Weilin said, thinking to find a good family to adopt him, it is impossible for him to take a child on the road, it is too troublesome and worry-free.

The child paused for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it, and said happily, "Brother...brother."

Jiang Weilin nonchalantly pulled the child up from the ground, yelled whatever he wanted, and gave you away when he got a chance.