According to legend, there were immortals in the upper world.

Many years after the war, there was a heavy snowfall in Linjiang Ancient Town.

I heard from the elders that this winter, Qingluo Ancient Town had the heaviest snowfall in a thousand years, and the weather was so cold that it could freeze dogs to death.

Even during the day, there were few pedestrians on the street, and most of the people in the town huddled in their rooms to keep warm.

The street was white, and the snow fell quietly. There was no extra sound, only the occasional shouting and scolding of men and the crying of children from the room.

Looking from a distance, the upper reaches of Yudai River were covered with snow, and it was empty and lonely, with no ships coming and going.

Suddenly, a burst of blue light flashed across the sky, and a damaged black boat appeared out of thin air on the empty river surface, slowly drifting towards Qingluo Town, but no one went ashore for a long time...

In the wooden house by the river, the dilapidated windows were blown by the north wind and made a rustling sound, as if reminding the owner to repair it. The long-term worker Chen Siye hunched over and stopped his work, staring at the black boat docked in a daze, "Why are there still people coming to Qingluo Town in such a cold day?"

Strangely, after watching for most of the day, there was no movement from the docked boat. Chen Siye bravely came out of the wooden house, stepped on the creaking ice and snow, and came to the black boat.

The small boat was badly damaged, and there was only a dark-skinned teenager curled up on his side in the cabin.

Looking closely, the boy had a delicate and resolute appearance, but his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was asleep.

Fourth Master Chen quickly stretched out his calloused hand to shake the boy, but no one woke up.

The old farmhand was startled and put his finger in front of the boy's nostrils for a while. The gentle breathing proved that the child had not frozen to death, but it was estimated that he would soon.

Fourth Master Chen looked around and couldn't find anyone to help, so he took off his old gray cotton jacket with holes on his body and spread it on the ground.

Then, he dragged the boy from the cabin to the cotton jacket with great effort. Fortunately, dragging with the cotton jacket together was unexpectedly labor-saving.

In less than a cup of tea, Fourth Master Chen dragged the boy home and settled him on the bed.

Afterwards, he hurriedly cooked a bowl of brown rice porridge.

In a short while, the porridge was cooked. Fourth Master Chen sat on the bed, helped the boy's upper body sit up, and used a spoon to scoop the porridge and feed the boy small sips.

Less than half a bowl was fed before the boy gradually regained consciousness and began to cough violently.

Master Chen patted the boy's back and comforted him: "Cough gently, slowly, be careful not to hurt your lungs."

The boy looked up blankly, looked at everything in the wooden house and the gray-haired old man beside him, and said weakly: "Where is this?"

Master Chen lowered his head and smiled: "This is Qingluo Town. I saw that no one got off the black-sailed boat you took after it docked for a long time, so I went to take a look. I didn't expect that there was nothing in the boat, only a boy who was frozen and fainted... What's your name, how old are you this year? Where were you going?"

"Thank you... Thank you grandpa for saving me. It was so cold. If you hadn't saved me, I would have been frozen to death in the boat. My name is Meng Lin, I'm ten years old this year, and I was going to... going to..."

As he said this, the boy named Meng Lin rubbed his head hard, trying to recall more things.

At this time, Meng Lin realized that, except for his own name, he could not remember anything before he came to Qingluo Town.

Moreover, what made him anxious was that the more he tried to recall, the more vague the memory fragments in his head became.

The boy became more and more excited, and under the cold and fatigue, he fainted with a "hmm" sound...

Chen Siye looked at Meng Lin with heartache, and gently covered him with a quilt so that he could rest warmly.

After that, Chen Siye blew a breath of hot air on his hands, slowly walked out of the door, and prepared to go to the river to fetch water and cook.

Before he reached the river, he heard a voice that was neither loud nor soft hurriedly said: "Hurry up, pull all these things up from the bottom of the river quickly, the people above will definitely reward us greatly, and the brothers who fed the fish will not die in vain."

Another hoarse voice said, "This job is really unlucky. Most of the brothers who came here were killed by the traps under the river. They only got this little thing. I don't know if the higher-ups will like it or not."

Hearing these words, Chen Siye's heart jumped, and he turned around and left immediately, not wanting to cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Chen Siye's feet slipped on the icy ground, and he fell to the ground with a "bang".

Among the group of black-clothed people, someone noticed Chen Siye and flew to him.

With a fierce light in his eyes, he directly formed seals with both hands, and hit Chen Siye in the chest with his left palm, knocking him unconscious.

A voice said unhappily: "Why don't you just kill him?"

The attacker shook his head and smiled mysteriously: "Forget it, I've done so many evil things over the years, I'm a little tired. Even if he didn't die immediately after being hit by my palm, it probably won't last long. Are you not afraid that someone will track us down if you kill him now?"

"Well, don't alert the enemy. I didn't report this matter to my superiors. I secretly found clues. I want to keep some good treasures after I succeed and make a fortune in silence." A slightly majestic voice expressed approval.

Then, the man said, "It's obvious that this old man is poor. Even if he wakes up, he doesn't know what force to report us to. It's best that he was hit by Lao Liu's Yuan Devouring Palm, so he looks like he died naturally after aging."

"Brother! Lao Liu! Come quickly, the black gold fishing net is dragging too many things, and there seems to be something at the river bottom hole, tripping it up! Come and help!"

Unexpectedly, everyone just touched the black gold fishing net and was about to pull it hard.

Suddenly, a huge suction force came up from the mechanism hole at the bottom of the river along the

fishing net.

Everyone was horrified and wanted to let go immediately, but they couldn't get rid of it!

Immediately, there was a "bang" sound, and the black gold fishing net and the group of black-clothed men were sucked into the mechanism hole at the bottom of the river.

A large amount of blood-colored water splashed from the bottom of the river to the sky with a muffled sound at the bottom of the river.

It turned out that when the group of people dragged the black gold fishing net, they accidentally triggered the self-destruct mechanism of the treasure at the bottom of the river.

Unexpectedly, they did not get the unexpected wealth, but were swallowed and killed by the mechanism hole.

After two cups of tea, the heavy snow gradually stopped, and Chen Siye woke up slowly on the river bank.

He raised his dizzy head and looked around, and found that the group of people who had just knocked him unconscious had disappeared.

Shaking his head, supporting himself with his hands, he slowly stood up, patted the snow on his body, and looked at the messy footprints on the river bank and sighed.

"I can only admit that I am unlucky. I guess I heard something I shouldn't have heard, and the other party hated me, so I got a slap for no reason." Chen Siye whispered to himself.

After a rest, Chen Siye hunched over, continued to carry the river water back to the small courtyard, and started to make a fire to cook dinner.

Not long after, the aroma of food floated in the small courtyard.

At this time, the young man Meng Lin snorted and slowly woke up.

He breathed a sigh of relief and calmed the throbbing in his heart. He seemed to be still worried that the blood palm in his dream would strike again.

Then, Meng Lin remembered Chen Siye who rescued him, so he got up and looked around.

When he came to the kitchen and saw Chen Siye cooking, he felt warm in his heart, and walked over slowly with all his strength.

Chen Siye heard the footsteps, looked at Meng Lin's slightly confused eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Child, do you remember where your home is and where you are going?"

"No... I can't remember where my home is, nor can I remember the names of my parents and relatives. My life before coming here seems to be blank..."

"Ahem, don't worry if you can't remember it now. There will always be a day when you can remember it. If you don't mind, you can live in my house in the future, and you can find it back when you remember the clues of your hometown."

"Well. "

"Ahem, I'm a long-term worker in Qingluo Town, the fourth child in my family. People in the town call me Chen Siye because I'm old. You can call me Siye from now on."

The young man Meng Lin had a handsome face, which was slightly firm. He raised his clear eyes and looked at Chen Siye gratefully: "Well, Siye. I won't eat your food for nothing. I'm very strong and can help you with work."

"Hahaha, cough, cough, good! From now on, we will live together in this family. I'm worried about living alone!" Chen Siye laughed.

Unexpectedly, because of his loud laughter, he pulled the hidden injury he suffered by the river.

Chen Siye coughed violently a few times, a terrible blood thread flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a burst of heart-piercing pain came from his chest...