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Zhang San rolled his eyes, pretended to be angry and said, "Which family's child are you, and you don't want to tell your uncle if you ask for directions?"
The child was frightened, and hurriedly took a step back, took a stubby calf, turned around and ran.
Zhang San immediately got up and tried to chase, but there was a loud shout from the street: "Zheng Xiaobao, where are you going!" Zhang San staggered back three steps in fright.
A fat woman rushed over and slapped the fat boy on the head: "Let you run, let you run, is it easy for my mother to take you? Be careful of being caught by traffickers and stew your fat. Eat!" After saying that, grabbing Zheng Xiaobao's arm, he half dragged and half dragged away.
Zhang San turned his head angrily and walked back to the alley.
Gu Qingqiao's heart moved, he went to a ready-to-wear store and bought a set of children's clothes. When he went out, Zhang San was still squatting in the alley.
Quietly walking into an unoccupied corner, Gu Qingqiao took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve. It was a bottle of transformed water that was taken out of Zhang Jinjin's inventory when he was pretending to be a medicine dealer.
After a while, a six or seven-year-old doll walked out of the corner and walked past Zhang San looking around.
"Hey, little boy," Zhang San stopped him, "May I ask how to get to Zhangjiaxiang?"
The child looked frightened: "I don't know, I've only been in the city for a day since Daddy came to do business."
Zhang San seemed to be relieved, looked left and right in the empty alley, the smile on his face seemed a little sincere, and said softly: "Oh, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle is not a bad person, then you take me to you Where to live, let me ask someone else."
"Okay!" With an innocent smile on the baby's face, she turned and walked out of the alley.
One step, two steps, three steps, and sure enough, the palm wind came, and the back of the neck was heavily slashed by the hand knife. The child's body softened and fell to the ground, but was immediately picked up by someone. He was then sacked and stuffed into an ox cart full of goods.
In the dark, Gu Qingqiao carefully raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck, closing his eyes and resting.
Mu Xiyuan, who was in front of the pill furnace, was still immersed in his memories.
Happy days are always fleeting, as if snow was still accumulating on Tianliang Peak yesterday. One evening, at the end of the day's homework, Mu Xiyun went to the dining hall to get food for two people, and walked quickly to the back mountain of Tianji Peak.
Under the plum tree, Guqing Bridge is leaning against the trunk, looking down the mountain.
Here's what they stumbled upon while chasing a hare one day.
I don't know how many years this plum tree has been growing on the back mountain of Tianji Peak. Under the spring breeze in March, the canopy of the tree is like a canopy. Sitting under the tree, looking into the distance, you can just see the Baishui River winding through the mountain.
Mu Xiyun sat side by side with him under the tree and handed Gu Qingqiao a steamed bun. Gu Qingqiao took the steamed bun and held it in his hand, but his eyes kept staring at the sparkling light on the river. After a while of silence, he said, "A Yun, I heard a story when I was a child."
"Huh?" Mu Xiyun looked at him with the steamed bun in her mouth.
Gu Qingqiao glanced at him, then turned to look into the distance.
"In the story, Ananda said to the Buddha: I fell in love with a woman.
The Buddha asked Ananda: How much do you like this woman
Ananda said, "I would like to be transformed into a stone bridge and be exposed to the wind for five hundred years, the sun for five hundred years, and the rain for five hundred years. I just ask her to pass over the bridge. "
Mu Xiyun looked up at him: "This story is fake."
"Well, I know." Gu Qingqiao turned back and chuckled, "But I believe that there are such people in the world."
The sun is about to fall under the distant mountains, a crimson sunset glows in the sky, the young man's face is reddened by the sunset glow, and in Gu Qingqiao's eyes, accompanied by the warm light of the setting sun, the figure of Mu Xiyun is clearly printed... …
Suddenly, the sky was completely dark, and the sunset turned into dim candles by the table. Mu Xiyuan pushed open the door of the master's room, but saw the figure that appeared in his memories countless times, and slammed a short sword into Li Yao. heart.
Intense pain swept through like a storm, and all the sweet memories, like fragile china, shattered in the wind and rain.
The woman in red raised the sharp knife in her hand and stabbed it fiercely at Mu Xiyun's chest.
"Stop! Cough, Hongyu, what are you doing!"
An angry shout came from behind, but he was out of breath, followed by a violent cough.
The woman who was called Hongyu was shocked, but it was too late to withdraw her strength, and the sharp knife under her hand was still slashing like a shooting star.
The point of the knife pierced through the clothes and cut through the skin.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed from Mu Xiyun's heart, and the tip of the knife slowed down.
This moment is enough.
The moment the white light was released, Mu Xiyun heard Huang Zhong Dalu, and his mind became clear. The pain of the sharp knife cutting into the skin came, and the left side of the body had instinctively dodged to the back.
Before he could draw his sword, Mu Xiyuan slapped a palm immediately after a flash. The woman holding the knife had already used up her strength and could not retreat in time. While the tip of the knife slashed through Mu Xiyun's shirt, her body was still pounced forward. She was slapped on the shoulder by Mu Xiyun and flew out sideways.
As soon as Mu Xiyuan's palm came out, the Chixia Sword was immediately unsheathed, and the shooting star caught up with the woman who was shot away like a moon.
"The Immortal Master is merciful!"
Mu Xiyun turned around. A young man in white was staggering over. The young man was tall and handsome, with a handsome face. The most conspicuous thing was his long silver hair, which was draped over his shoulders. It's a pity that this person is gray and pale, and his face is sick, but he can still imagine how suave and romantic he will be if he is healthy.
When Hongyu saw the person coming, her eyes suddenly turned red.
The silver-haired youth took a few steps closer, but suddenly stopped. He looked at Mu Xiyuan carefully, and hesitantly said, "Little benefactor?"
Hearing this title, Mu Xiyun couldn't help but glance at the young man more, and recalled his memory, "Are you a silver fox?"
This person is the fox demon who obtained the Tao a hundred years ago but disappeared more than fifty years ago.
Mu Xiyuan's brows were cold, and her voice was like frost in an autumn night: "Back then, you fell in love with a woman in the world, but that woman died. But thinking of you was unintentional, and he made a solemn oath that he would never have anything to do with human beings. Any harm, I Gu... senior brother will let you go. Now, how do you explain it?" Mu Xiyuan looked around the cave, pointing to the pill furnace and the herbs on the side.