It was at this moment.
One of them was a young girl in her twenties.
He was leisurely walking through the quiet bamboo forest with a bowl of medicine in his hand.
She had bright eyes, white teeth, a slender and elegant figure, and a graceful green dress. She smiled sweetly, and although she was not a national beauty, she had a unique charm.
The girl's name was Jiang Chuchu.
He was Jiang Ming's youngest disciple.
Because girls were meticulous and Jiang Ming treated her very well.
Therefore, she was one of the most filial and attentive children among all the disciples.
Especially during the period when Jiang Ming was seriously injured, she had been serving Jiang Ming and taking care of his food and daily life.
Even though he was tired, he didn't complain at all.
She was clearly worried about Jiang Ming's injuries, but she never said it out loud. She only joked and amused Jiang Ming when he was seriously injured.
She wanted to make Jiang Ming happy.
As for herself, she was secretly crying for Jiang Ming.
This filial child.
This made Jiang Ming's heart ache.
However, when she got closer, she noticed the smell of blood.
When he looked again, he realized that the embroidered handkerchief in Jiang Ming's arms was already red.
Instantly, she was even more shocked.
The medicinal soup in his hand also spilled out.
The scalding medicinal soup was scalding her hands.
However, she did not care at all.
He hurriedly walked forward and put down the bowl of medicine.
She threw herself in front of Jiang Ming and cried her eyes out,"
"Master, have your injuries worsened again?”
Jiang Ming looked at her anxious expression.
She felt warmth in her heart.
This silly child.
What a pure heart!
Jiang Ming stretched out his slightly withered palm and gently patted Jiang Chuchu's head. He said,
"You're already a girl, why do you keep crying?”
Jiang Chuchu cried even more sorrowfully when she said this.
Jiang Ming's eyes were filled with tenderness.
He recalled Jiang Chuchu's past.
A few years ago.
He was traveling outside.
At the foot of a remote city wall.
In the snow and ice, he saw Jiang Chuchu, who had a terrified and pitiful expression on her face.
That year.
The white snow seemed to overturn all the darkness in the world, covering the entire city in a snow-white color.
The pedestrians on the streets were in a hurry. It was the end of the year. Many children were wearing new clothes and eating candied haws. They were running around happily.
She was dressed thinly.
He was squatting in the corner, his body dirty.
He stared at the meat buns on the street again.
Cold and hungry.
She watched as other children wore warm new clothes and ate steaming meat buns that had just been cooked.
He was squatting in the ruins and could only rely on two or three tiles to cover his head. One or two thin clothes wrapped around his body. His stomach was growling with hunger, but he could only watch helplessly.
She was really pitiful.
However, this world was so cold and warm.
No one would pity her.
Even if it was possible for her.
He couldn't endure the cold night.
He still did not pity her at all.
"Most of the people in this world are cold, just like this white snow. It looks pure and bright, but it makes one's heart turn cold!”
Jiang Ming was moved.
He also sighed at the indifference of this world.
With a thought, he adopted her.
He brought her back to the sect and named her Chu Chu, becoming his youngest disciple.
Jiang Ming still remembered how Chuchu looked when she put on new clothes for the first time and ate her fill for the first time.
How heartbreaking would that be?
A poor child, frozen and hungry in a world of ice and snow.
Wouldn't she starve to death just like that?
Most people in the world were so cold and indifferent. They didn't care about anyone other than themselves. In that world of ice and snow, countless children were overjoyed.
However, she was the only one who sank into sorrow.
It was even precarious.
Even now, when he recalled this memory.
Jiang Ming's heart was still constantly touched.
When that poor child heard that he was going to take her away.
She even looked at him warily, saying that she wasn't afraid of bad people and that he shouldn't act recklessly.
Now that she thought about it, she was really pitiful and cute.
Therefore…
In the past few years.
Jiang Ming treated her like his own granddaughter.
He taught her meticulously.
Because, in Jiang Ming's eyes, this child was just like him.
He was alone in this world.
He was just a little lucky to enter the sect and inexplicably become an elder. He did not have to worry about food and clothing.
Otherwise, he might end up on the streets.
There was no difference to this girl.
All these years.
However, it passed in the blink of an eye.
That poor little wretch with a black face and thin bones.
But he had grown so big.
She was slender and beautiful, and she no longer had that pitiful look from back then.
Jiang Chuchu didn't disappoint Jiang Ming.
Although his talent in cultivation was average.
However, he was surprisingly hardworking.
She could also be considered a little famous.
Who knew how many brats there were.
He was thinking about her.
Countless suitors had almost broken through Jiang Ming's threshold.
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