[Comprehensive Master Chu Liuxiang Mobile Games] The Taoist priest is crossing

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This is a small mountain city, and further into it is a mountainous area that stretches for hundreds of miles.When Chu Liuxiang and his group arrived here, it was already evening when they arrived here.

They didn't split into two groups like in the original book—maybe because of the early departure of Black Pearl this time, Li Hongxiu and Song Tian'er stayed in Yongcui Villa in the end.

Chu Liuxiang, Hu Tiehua and Su Rongrong who knew the way, together with Yan Qingping and Fang Siming, came to look for the stream leading to Shenshui Palace that Su Rongrong said.

They lodged in an inn.

There are only three vacant rooms left in the small inn, and it is clear at a glance how the five people will be divided.

This time Yan Qingping can share the bed with Fang Siming openly and aboveboard.

But it was still early, Yan Qingping remembered that there was a busy street on the way, and after making some calculations in his mind, he took Fang Siming out for a stroll.

Huadie and Chu Xiangshuai?They are drinking.It was hard for Su Rongrong, a fairy girl, to drink with the two of them in the tavern.However, people may enjoy it.

"But you've never visited such a small market?" Yan Qingping walked through the crowd holding Fang Siming's little hand.

They lived in the last world for several years and never went shopping together.The main reason is that Yan Qingping thinks that two big men can't do anything together, why should they go shopping?It was only when he brought Xiao Siming out today that he remembered this.Fang Siming followed his adoptive father when he was a child, and he must have never had the experience of shopping together.

So he took Fang Xiaoming out.Just to make up for childhood?

Fang Siming... really didn't have such an experience.

Be it a brightly lit temple fair or a bustling market.He usually stays alone in the corner, watching quietly, or turning around to leave.

The most recent time... was when I passed by the Peony Festival on business, and I didn't expect to meet the little idiot with his godson on his neck.

"Uncle, how do you sell candied haws?" Without hearing Fang Siming's answer, Yan Qingping was not in a hurry, but stopped in front of the cart selling candied haws.

"A piece of four papers that is not checked, and a piece of six papers that are checked!" The uncle said cheerfully, "Did you buy it for the little prince? What a beautiful doll!"

Fang Siming pulled his hood uncomfortably.

Obviously he didn't cover his monster-like white hair... How could this ordinary old man dare to praise him for his good looks?

Yan Qingping felt happy, and handed over ten copper coins: "Two cored ones."

uncle:……

He looked at the well-dressed Daoist in puzzlement, he didn't look like someone who would be greedy for a penny... Although the common people in the market often bargain like this, how could this immortal Daoist do the same?

Fang Siming took a step back indiscriminately, and hid his face behind the Taoist priest's clothes—what a shame.

"Take it, uncle, don't be shy." Yan Qingping forced the copper plate to the uncle, then pulled out a big and red candied haws, turned around and led Fang Siming away.

The uncle smiled wryly, put away the copper plate, and was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the good-looking Taoist priest only took away a candied haws.

"Here, Siming, try it." Yan Qingping handed over the candied haws.

Fang Siming pursed his lips, trying to say that he didn't like sweets.

But... the little idiot bought them all, and they look pretty good.

He hesitated to take it, and tentatively "clicked" to bite down.

The sweet and sour taste spreads in the mouth.

Surprisingly, not bad.

"Is it delicious?" Yan Qingping asked him with a smile.

"It's okay." Fang Siming reluctantly agreed.

"I'll try it." Yan Qingping squatted down naturally, and took away the candied haws that Fang Siming bit into, "Well, it's not bad."

Fang Siming looked at him in disbelief as he got up and left without any abnormality, thinking that he might have encountered a fake little idiot.

When did his little idiot become so flirtatious? ? ?

The next itinerary is simply a father with his son.Yan Qingping took Fang Siming to buy all kinds of snacks, and walked around while eating.Fried river noodles, fried small balls, fried pancakes, grilled pork ribs...

In fact, Yan Qingping hadn't visited the ancient bazaar much, everything the two of them saw was fresh, and they ate what they wanted, and they almost didn't have to eat dinner.

"Noodler! Siming, let's go and have a look." As soon as he was about to reach the end of the market, Yan Qingping's eyes lit up and he saw a noodle stall.

"Old man, make me a doughnut, just like my child." The Taoist priest said to the stall owner.

The stall owner swept Fang Siming up and down, and said with a grin: "Okay! But the young man is good-looking, the old man can't be so good-looking."

"It's okay, old man, you can just pinch it." The Taoist priest smiled proudly, and he didn't know what he was proud of.

Fang Siming sighed helplessly, thinking that the little idiot was the child.

He looked around, and when he was attracted by a stall, he patted Yan Qingping and ran over.

Yan Qingping didn't chase after him, and continued with the old man kneading dough.

"Master Daoist, be careful that your young master is taken away by the stalker!" The old man took the time to look up and reminded Yan Qingping.

"It's okay, someone is watching him secretly." Yan Qingping pretended to be mysterious, talking nonsense.

The old man was startled, stopped talking immediately, and pinched the villain with his head depressed.

Yan Qingping saw that he was doing well by pinching him, so he said a few more words to him.The old man nodded repeatedly.

After a while, Fang Siming came back.

Yan Qingping didn't ask him what he was doing, he just put him on his shoulder with a smile: "Let's go, let's go back."

They walked around for a long time, and now it's getting dark.

"Where's your face?" Fang Siming sat on one of his shoulders and raised upper arm, and asked with his legs dangling.

"Here." Yan Qingping waved the hand that was not protecting Fang Siming, and handed the brightly colored mask to Fang Siming.

"Huh?" Fang Siming took it with differences.

It turned out to be two.

A tall crown in white clothes, floating like a fairy.A small, delicate, smart and cute.

It was the two of them.

"Do you like it?" Fang Siming couldn't see Yan Qingping's face, but he could hear the smile and tenderness in his voice.

"Although it is very simple...but Siming." In the leisurely night, with the slight humming of insects, his voice was like a cool wind, refreshing, "Happy birthday."

Fang Siming was stunned.

"How...how did you find out about my birthday?" To be honest, he didn't even know it himself.

"Come and go when the patriarch took me to sleep." Yan Qingping sighed, the things that the young hero experienced in the plot became more and more profound, and it seemed that there was no difference from what he experienced personally, "It's still the midwife I called you. "

Fang Siming: ...

Fang Siming looked at the little noodle man in his hand, took out something from his sleeve, and put it on Yan Qingping's face.

"...Thank you. This is a thank you gift," he said.

Yan Qingping stroked it, it was an exquisite half mask, and it didn't make the slightest discomfort when it was attached to the face.

"what colour?"

"Go back and see for yourself..."

The chirping of insects and the murmur of human beings.Under the moonlight, they drifted away.

That night.

When they came back, those few had already turned off the lights.They also played for a long time, called hot water to take a bath, and fell asleep together.

In the middle of the night, Yan Qingping, who was sleeping, suddenly regained consciousness.Half asleep and half awake, he heard a human voice:

"Go back and protect Rongrong..."

Oh, Chu Liuxiang.

He turned over indifferently and moved into the bed.

"You're awake..." Lao Hu lowered his voice, which was also very loud.

"You go...the Taoist priest is right next to you..." Su Rongrong said softly.

No matter what, sleep well at night.

"Want to take a look?" the faint voice of a child.Fang Siming has always been alert, but now he is awake.

Yan Qingping hugged the little man curled up in the bed into his arms.In early summer, the nights were a bit stuffy, and Fang Siming, who had a special physique and skills, felt cool and comfortable.In a daze, Yan Qingping subconsciously hugged him over.

Fang Siming struggled a little, saw that he fell asleep in an instant, and let him go with some helplessness.

It's not the first time anyway...

He ran the exercises silently to cool himself down a bit.

The two hugged together, it was too sticky, let it cool down a bit.

Then Yan Qingping rubbed the little ice pillow more comfortably.

Fang Siming closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Who cares about Chu Liuxiang, sleep and sleep.

The next day.

When the refreshed Yan Qingping woke up, he met a pair of calm golden pupils.

"Ah, Siming, good morning." He smiled awkwardly, and gently opened the hand holding her.

"Actually, it's getting late." Fang Siming, who didn't know when he woke up, glanced at him inexplicably: "Chu Liuxiang has already entered Shenshui Palace by now."

Yan Qingping: ...

what the hell.

Could it be that I slept for two days?

The author has something to say: Siming's doll is super cute!

The name is so perfunctory.

Yuan Suiyun's name is Shi Wushuang, but it's actually called "Thinking of the Sun and Moon"?

:)