On the outskirts of Hengcheng, on the way to Wuzhenshan.

An old, skinny old man walked slowly forward, as if the wind would fall down.

But he took one step at a time and was extremely steady.

Behind him was a little girl with big and round eyes, bright and bright, like stars in the night sky.

There is no one here, and the old and the young are walking slowly.

The snow covered their bodies, and the cold wind blew the lichens and made a strong sound.

The old man's beard was frozen, but his face was covered with ancient wells.

The little girl was wrapped in thick animal velvet and there was a torn and old Taoist robe on the outside.

Her little face was blushing, as if she didn't feel the chill at all.

The little girl suddenly pulled the old man's sleeve.

"Master, Qingqing is hungry."

As he was talking, his belly made a hungry sound.

"Um……"

The old man nodded with a smile in his eyes.

"Eat chicken noodle soup?"

"OK."

The old man waved his hand and the surrounding environment changed drastically.

Immediately, I came from the snowy wilderness to a wooden house full of carbon fire.

The interior layout of the house is very simple.

A square table, a large rice paper, and a picture of a hen pecking at rice.

There was a hot pot next to it, with boiling water inside.

"It's below! It's below!"

The little girl shouted happily.

The frost on the old man's face did not diminish at all, and the snow did not melt.

He smiled, walked to the rice paper, picked it up and folded it twice.

Raise your hand and cut rice paper into thin strips like a steel knife.

He raised his hand and the mural flew over.

He reached into the painting and caught a lively old hen.

"Gee!"

The little girl imitated the crocodile crowing, her eyes were full of excitement.

The old man smiled, suddenly his breath was not smooth, and he started coughing violently.
Chapter completed!