The Beggars' Sect is a place for homeless people.

You will not be displaced and you will not be allowed to enter the Beggars' Sect.

If you only want to have fun for a while, your disciples will advise you to leave as soon as possible and go home to be filial, so as not to bear the good years.

Because for most Beggar Gang disciples, how to go home is a joke that will never be answered.

Most of the people in the Beggars' Sect have no family, and they only have such concerns in their hearts, which can be said to be free of concerns.

After all, the sect is not a home.

After all, it is difficult for disciples to be free.

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The sun was just right at noon, and the sun was hanging high in the sky, half-covered by the carved eaves of a tall building, and a slanted shadow fell on the ground.

The crowds on the road were coming and going, vendors, kids on the road, children laughing, and silent tourists.

All are all, and they all show a variety of human forms at all times.

There are several small boats in the moat, which should be transporting goods for people or picking up people to enjoy.

On the stone bridges on both sides of the shore, a storyteller was touching his beard and slapping the board, and putting on a wooden table. The old god was talking about a story about a dragon and a snake.

It attracted many people to stop and listen to it, and it was so energetic and interesting.

In the shade beside the stone bridge, a girl in ragged clothes and disheveled face was lying there with her arms in her arms, dozing off with her eyes closed.

Her name is Wang Wu.

I was a man in my previous life and a woman in my entire life.

"Born" comes to five years old, because it is time travel and rebirth, so I don't remember anything before the age of five in this life.

She died as a man, and when she opened her eyes, she became a little girl.

It took a lot of time to adapt to identity in the middle.

Until she was nine years old, she met her master, Pang Wanshan, the elder of the Beggars' Sect.

After that, she joined the Beggars' Sect and followed her master to travel around the world to learn martial arts.

I occasionally go back to the sect to check it out, but I always don’t stay for much time.

Her master had a very good relationship with the sect. Whenever she asked about this, the old man always answered like this.

At the age of sixteen, Wang Wu had learned half of his internal skills, one fist, two light body shows, and three stroll techniques. His master said that she was a genius and could make a living in the world by herself.

So the next day, Pang Wanshan left alone, leaving only Wang Wu, and continued to wander in the world.

No one knew where the old man had gone, he only knew that he probably went to the north.

At the age of seventeen, Wang Wu learned a close-fitting footwork because of an adventure, which was called the Nine Palace Step.

This year, Wang Wu is 19 years old.

She has been walking alone in this world for three years.

In October of the previous year, I was facing Poyang City in the east and asked a local beggar in the gate to bring a letter to Wang Wu.

The letter said that the head of the sect decided to call her a deacon in the sect, asking her to walk outside, and when she saw the disciples of the Beggars' Gang, she helped take care of her.

It is also said that in this world, she is not alone.

There is no need to be alone, and when you have time, you will often go back to the door to take a look.

There are no other things, there are still some wine and food.

To be honest, Wang Wu has never met the head of his own sect for a long time.

In her impression, the head of the sect is a square-looking middle-aged man with a faint smile on his face, giving people a peaceful and gentle feeling.

There was often a sad look between his eyebrows, as if he always had an unresolved knot, which made people taste a bit of bitter taste like medicinal wine from his eyes.

The deacon of Aokido has a great status within the door.

We shouldn't have let a little girl like Wang Wu do it, let alone she is away all year round and has never been back to the door.

As for what kind of idea the leader made this decision, Wang Wu couldn't explain clearly.

In short, she did not refuse, but just accepted the letter and embarked on her own path again.

The weather was a little cold last night, but Wang Wu was not afraid of wind and cold.

She had been in Poyang City for more than a year. She wanted to come and find an old friend, but she never saw her, so she stayed there.

As for the reason, Wang Wu thought, maybe she was still trying to find some clues left by that person.

It’s good to know whether the other person is life or death, and how he is doing.

In order to make a thought in your heart, or to say, to break the thought in your heart.

But if you have to say what this thought is, you have to start a long time ago.

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That year, Wang Wu had just arrived in this world. It was snowing heavily at the end of the year, and it was another cold night. The streets were covered with white areas.

Her identity is an orphan in this Poyang city. She has no relatives and no money left in her pocket. She only has two pieces of thick linen clothes on her body that can be regarded as personal property.

It was very cold, and the ability of the thick silk cloth to keep warm is almost no.

Feeling the heat dissipated from his skin, flesh, and breathing. Wang Wu felt that he was probably about to die again.

Yes, again.

After all, she has just come back to life, carrying the memories of a young man in her previous life.

This kind of joking situation once made Wang Wu think that he was just having a dream, a dream he only remembered after his death.

However, everything around is so real.

The dark and dim ancient city, the streets connected by wooden houses, the flying snow all over the sky, and a few lanterns hanging under the eaves and swaying in the wind.

Of course, and the little bit between the lanterns, it is difficult to illuminate the glimmer of night.

"So, is this Fengdu?"

Maybe he was really confused by the cold. Wang Wu curled up under a corner of the street, held his arms with both hands, looked up at the snowflakes in the sky and murmured to himself.

"This is Poyang, and Fengdu has to go south."

At this time, an equally tender voice suddenly rang beside Wang Wu.

Wang Wu, who was stunned for a moment, blinked his eyes and looked sideways blankly.

I only found that there was a little boy about the same size as her, standing quietly not far away, wearing four or five ragged clothes, holding half a bundle of firewood in his arms, and looking at her calmly with his pair of ancient well-being eyes.

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"What are you doing here?" The two looked at each other. After a while of silence, the little boy asked again.

"I."

"I don't know, I have no place to go..." Wang Wu probably didn't plan to hide it, but he answered in a vague way.

I was thinking in my heart whether the other party was a seductive messenger.

Perhaps because I got an expected answer, the little boy's expression did not change much.

He just nodded slowly, then turned around, looked back at Wang Wu and said.

"Then do you want to come with me? At least I can keep you alive until tomorrow morning. The snow will be too heavy tonight. If you stay here again, you will die."

Is it dead? Haven't I already died once...

Thinking of this fact in a daze, Wang Wu's eyelashes trembled.

But in the end, she stood up and nodded to the boy softly.

"good."

So, on a snowy night, the boy walked in front of him with the firewood in his hand and led the way.

The girl followed him with her frozen legs pale face.

There was no expression on their faces.

It was as if they were really lonely ghosts in the ghost city of Youdu.

But it is true that what is the difference between displaced people and ghosts?

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"Crackling."

In a dilapidated temple in the west of the city, firewood that was roasted and lit was pounding, and at the same time, it made another sound that lingers in people's ears besides the sound of wind on this snowy night.

Unlike the sound of the wind, the wind brings cold, while the burning wood brings warmth.

However, this kind of warmth is obviously not deeply touching in such an environment at present.
To be continued...