Chapter 3 Chapter 3 "Perhaps there is a fairy that Chen Qian likes...

Yao Ning's consciousness fell into darkness.

"Mom, I got a steamed bun." Six-year-old Yao Ning held the frozen steamed bun in both hands and presented it to the woman like a treasure.

"Alas, it's been a whole day and there's only so much food left. What will your brother do?" A layer of worry gathered on the woman's face, and it seemed like she was about to cry at the next moment.

Yao Ning put away his smile, feeling uncomfortable, and lowered his head in shame.

The woman broke the steamed bun into three pieces. The little boy in her arms grabbed the largest piece and ate it ravenously. The man, who had been silent all the time, took the other piece.

Little Yaoning watched his father, mother and younger brother eating steamed buns, swallowed his saliva, and looked longingly at the black thing in his brother's hand that seemed to be emitting a fragrance, and unconsciously walked closer.

The man looked at her warily, and Yao Ning subconsciously gave her an ingratiating smile.

The smile stung the man, and he suddenly kicked in annoyance.

He roared, "You money-loser, why don't you get out and beg for food? Why don't you just stay here and wait for your parents to support you?"

There was a fishy and sweet taste in his throat and his vision went dark. Yao Ning struggled to get up. Without saying a word, he did not dare to look at his parents again and walked out the door tremblingly.

The cold wind blew like a knife, her legs trembled, and she wanted to hide in the doorstep to avoid the wind for a while.

"Alas, you are such a grown-up, but you only get one steamed bun a day." This was A Niang's sad voice.

After a long silence, the father said, "He's stupid. You can tell he's not very smart. He just smiles like a fool all day long. He's useless. It's a waste of food to keep him."

"What should we do then?"

"No."

"But, but she is our daughter after all, she is my flesh and blood."

Something was kicked over with a dull thud. "Useless woman! When I become rich, I'll have as many smart daughters as I want."

A'niang sobbed but said nothing more.

Yao Ning opened his eyes wide, his heart no longer panicking, but rather dull, as if he were a scarecrow with a lot of straw stuffed in his chest, and every sharp straw stem pierced into his flesh.

She suddenly stood up with strength from nowhere and ran into the wind and snow without looking back.

On a busy street corner, several big men surrounded the little girl, who was holding the bun tightly in her hand.

"Where did you come from, beggar? Get out of here! Is this your territory?"

"You're not talking. Are you a mute?"

"I'm asking you a question. Who the hell let you beg here?"

Fists and kicks rained down on him.

"Let's go, don't get beaten to death."

"You little thing, you have no parents, I wouldn't mind beating you to death."

So cold, so hungry, so painful, so scared.

So gloomy.

The soul seemed to rise into the air, gazing at itself indifferently.

Yao Ning was in a daze, his steps unsteady. He didn't know how long he had walked before he ended up in a pile of firewood.

Just hide and you won’t get beaten.

The cold, biting cold penetrated the gaps between the bones, the north wind made the forehead sting, and the numbness caused by poor blood circulation spread from the feet upwards little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, the darkness above her head broke, and dazzling light shone through her. She subconsciously closed her eyes.

A sandalwood finger tentatively poked her shoulder. The warm touch penetrated the linen clothes and made Yao Ning shiver.

Yao Ning shrank back and buried her head in her knees, as if that way people outside wouldn't be able to see her, would give up bullying her, and would leave quickly.

The hand was indeed retracted.

Yao Ning secretly breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to look up, open his eyes, or even breathe.

She felt a weight on her head, and someone gently stroked her head, which had not been washed for who knows how long. The movements were clumsy, one by one, like stroking a puppy. Then, she was picked up from the firewood pile and fell into a warm, fragrant embrace.

The snow was pouring down and the wind was freezing. Yao Ning shivered and was held firmly by the man.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

A pleasant and gentle voice whispered in her head. Yao Ning listened blankly, and tears flowed uncontrollably from her tightly closed eyes.

She subconsciously grabbed the man's clothes and carefully opened her eyelashes.

What meets the eye is the background of falling snow and a delicate and beautiful face.

Yao Ning was stunned. How could someone be so good-looking?

Twelve-year-old Chen Qian was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with picturesque features, looking like an immortal. He held a dirty child in one hand and urged his horse forward.

He felt the burning gaze in his arms, but pretended not to see it and let her look at him.

"Hey, you just picked up a little beggar like that? The sect leader will definitely say that you are not doing your job properly." An emotionless voice sounded beside him.

Yao Ning looked over in the direction of the sound and opened his mouth in surprise.

She was a girl of the same age as Shen Qian, with fair skin and long white hair cascading down, like a fairy descending from the sky in winter.

The girl had no interest in Yao Ning at all. Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, she tilted her head and looked at her for a long time, then suddenly took off her fox fur cloak and threw it over her head.

"My mother said that mortals without spiritual power are as fragile as paper-cut dolls and can easily freeze to death."

Chen Qian unfolded his cloak and wrapped it around Yao Ning. He frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he said, "I'll find a way."

Yao Ning poked his head out from his cloak and smiled at the fairy opposite him.

The fairy turned her head expressionlessly, lacking interest and too lazy to pay attention to her.

Yao Ning raised her head and smiled at Chen Qian again. Chen Qian looked at her, not knowing what he was thinking about, and said in a cold tone: "If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh. No one will force you."

Yao Ning shrank back and obediently put away his smile.

The scene changed, and in the Xuanqing Sect, cherry blossoms were blooming all over the mountain. The eighteen-year-old Chen Qian had shed his youthful immaturity, and his every move was elegant and graceful. He was fighting with Chu Liangxiu in a fierce battle. Lightning and ice collided, and fine blue ice mist filled the air.

The disciples passing by were not surprised.

The majestic spiritual current stirred up a strong wind, bending several tall cherry trees. Countless petals flew up in the wind, revealing a corner of the red dress behind the tree.

Yao Ning stared at Chen Qian's figure intently.

"Bang."

Chu Liangxiu fell to the ground and it took him half a minute to get up. He still had no expression on his face, but his eyes were sparkling.

She pointed her sword at Chen Qian, full of ambition: "One day I will defeat you, and the best in the world will only be me, Chu Liangxiu."

She moved her ears, and suddenly looked over the branches and flowers to look at Yao Ning accurately: "Junior sister is here too, it's just right, I want to have a sparring match with you."

Yao Ning was discovered unexpectedly and looked towards Chen Qian in panic.

Chen Qian's gaze moved slowly over, and the two of them stared at each other across the thickets of flowers and trees. Chen Qian was dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves, had a tall figure, and an unparalleled handsome face.

Yao Ning heard his heart beating like a drum in his ears, with a "boom" sound.

She swallowed hard and turned her gaze away with difficulty: "Senior Sister, I came here specifically to ask you for advice..."

Before he could finish his words, Chu Liangxiu's icy heavy sword came slashing at him.

Yao Ning dodged in a hurry, and his posture was inevitably a little vulgar in his panic. He was forced to be inattentive by Chu Liangxiu's fierce attack and fell flat on his face.

Yao Ning: “…”

The graceful posture that she had practiced so many times in private did not show up at all, and instead, Chen Qian, who had not seen her for more than half a month, saw her like this.

Yao Ning was completely stunned.

It took her a long time to get up and spit out the mud in her mouth. She felt desolate and hopeless and said to Chu Liangxiu, "Big Sister, why don't you just kill me?"

Chu Liangxiu caught up with his sword in hand, and upon hearing this, he praised her: "Little Junior Sister, you are so eager to fight, I am not as good as you!"

Yao Ning had no time to explain. Under the occasional icy spikes and powerful sword energy that pierced through the air, he was struggling to hold on.

I couldn't help but steal a glance at Chen Qian's direction.

But he didn't leave. He was still standing far away under the cherry tree, with a faint smile on his lips.

Maybe it was because I was far away and saw it wrongly.

Yao Ning couldn't control the blood rushing in his ears.

Cherry blossoms fall into the spring water, and the reflected world suddenly becomes more colorful.

The night market by the Huai River is as bright as day, with BMWs and luxury cars passing by and tourists jostle each other.

Countless sky lanterns rose into the sky, illuminating the night sky with colorful trees and silver flowers.

Brahma Temple is located on the bank of the Huai River. It is a pure lotus platform built in the mortal world. There is a building in the temple with 33 floors, named "Wei Lou". At that time, Brahma Temple was the leader of the immortal sect and was the leader. Most of the immortal alliance conferences were held in Wei Lou.

On New Year’s Eve, more than a hundred marriage lanterns were placed on the dangerous building.

That is the tradition of the Immortal Alliance Conference. Marriage lanterns are placed in pairs. If a young talent is interested in getting married, he or she can catch one. If two people catch a pair of marriage lanterns, they are married as agreed.

When a cultivator moves, the distance can be shortened by a thousand miles. Those who are not willing to do so can simply avoid it, thus avoiding the embarrassment of accidental mistakes.

That day, Yao Ning, Chen Qian and Chu Liangxiu were all in the dangerous building.

Chen Qian's father was the former leader of Xuan Qing Sect, and Chu Liangxiu's parents were also well-known figures in the immortal sect. As representatives of Xuan Qing Sect, the two were surrounded in the feast and could not escape.

Yao Ning has always been a small figure, sitting in the corner, drinking with the sect leader one glass at a time.

The sect leader was drunk and stared blankly at the marriage lamp outside the dilapidated building.

Suddenly, he whispered in Yao Ning's ear, laughing, "Aning, do you have a good man you want to marry? The sect leader will control the marriage lamp for you and you will fall into his arms."

Aning looked at Chen Qian across the light and said firmly, "No."

Indeed, no matter how good a man from a noble family is, he is not even one ten-thousandth as good as Chen Qian.

The sect leader was somewhat disappointed and said in disbelief, "With so many major sects here today, you didn't take a fancy to any of them?"

After saying that, he started counting with a clatter of his fingers. Seeing that Yao Ning really didn't react, he sighed and said, "Are kids this picky these days?"

A female cultivator from Xuanyuan Palace was talking to Chen Qian. The female cultivator was petite, and Chen Qian lowered his head to listen. From Yao Ning's perspective, the two people seemed to be as intimate as if they were whispering to each other.

She snorted, turned her head, and said angrily, "You're the only one who's tall."

The clan leader was drunk and looked at Yao Ning, then at Chen Qian who was standing in the center of the crowd in the distance, but he couldn't figure out the name for a long time.

Suddenly he slapped his thigh and asked, "How is Chen Qian?"

Yao Ning's face flushed instantly, and he stammered for a long time: "...It's just so-so, barely..."

The leader didn't notice that Yao Ning's face was flushed red: "You look down on the young talents here, maybe Chen Qian has a fairy he likes!"

Yao Ning suddenly raised his head.