little spicy jiao

Mo Jiaojiao, who was unparalleled in appearance, was quickly recognized by the monks in the lobby. After confirming the identity of the boy, the silent inn burst into a burst of excited discussions, all of which were about Mo Jiaojiao.

The storyteller held the portrait with trembling hands, stared at the boy for a while, and murmured:

"It's no wonder that Huai'an City is full of people these days. I don't know how many monks have poured in. The major inns are almost full. It turns out that they are all here for the gods..."

Hearing this, the middle-aged monk with a big arm and a round waist raised his head and took a sip of wine, laughing and said: "What's the fuss, the nearest town to the Hidden God Valley is here, if we don't come here and wait for a rabbit, it's equivalent to seeing the gods and the gods." Chongrong Jianzun's true appearance, is it possible to wait for Shen Tuzi to return to Tianyan Sword Sect?"

"That's not it." The delicate girl on the left looked at the young man upstairs with her chin resting on her cheeks, and said longingly, "Shen Tuzi is now the No. He is a role model for generations, if he hadn't turned the tide, we would still be forced to follow the way of heaven, thinking about the experience of life when we crossed the catastrophe, it is really terrible!"

"But isn't Sword Master Chongrong the one who slaughtered the Dao of Heaven?" An immature young man at the other table held his sword and said with a smile: "Although Shentuzi is worthy of admiration, Sword Master Chongrong is obviously superior. In the first battle against Gu, Sword Master Chongrong led the demon and ghost races to crusade against the Dao of Heaven."

"If you want me to say, we wouldn't be where we are today without them. There's no need to compare... Everyone came here this time to confirm their safety, so I won't say much about it." The old man with a white beard in the back seat knocked on his wine glass , yelled: "You must pay attention, Shen Tuzi is not old, don't scare people!"

As soon as the old Taoist said this, the hall was silent for a moment. The monks who had been sneaking up on Mo Jiaojiao all looked away as if nothing had happened. They praised Sect Master Shen for being a good-looking person who is indeed a dragon and phoenix among men, and then discussed whether it is a good time to go out without a cloud today. The weather, in short, you can discuss anything, just don't mention Mo Jiaojiao.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't know that the people downstairs were talking about him. After all, the monks below deliberately lowered their voices, and the distance was so far away that all he could hear was the hum of a low-pitched conversation.

The young man first confirmed with Bie Hejian the requirements of the person who strikes up a conversation, and then secretly rehearsed it in his heart, lest he said something wrong and failed to strike up a conversation.

After finishing all this, Mo Jiaojiao took out a bunch of candied haws from the storage bag, took a bite of one and chewed it slowly, taking it as a boost of courage.

Bie Hejian gloated and urged, Mo Jiaojiao had no choice but to pouted aggrievedly, turned and went downstairs.

After the boy reached the first floor, he was keenly aware of several eager gazes falling on him. However, when he followed his gaze, he only saw heads hanging down, and he blinked suspiciously.

But he didn't think too much, just found an empty table in the corner and sat down. Turning his head, he could see most of the people in the lobby, and began to pick out candied haws carefully.

Bie Hejian stopped at one side, and began to pick and choose excitedly, and the sound transmission became dense.

"This seems to be okay, it looks similar to Elder Huaishu." Mo Jiaojiao looked at a young man four tables away in front of him, and carefully looked at the young man's full beard, black eye circles, and messy hair. nodded.

Bie Hejian looked over, and immediately retorted: "No, no! What kind of eyes do you have, you are too sloppy! If the locust tree demon knew that he was like this in your eyes, he would definitely jump into the river and commit suicide on the spot!"

"Okay." Mo Jiaojiao looked away ignorantly, looked at another young man in a blue Taoist robe, and said seriously: "Look at this man, he wears blue clothes, has a white face, black hair, and smiles like Chrysanthemums are like lambs."

Bie Hejian took a closer look and took a deep breath, "This is a sick man! Well, I admit that Shen Siyuan is too. But no matter how Shen Siyuan smiles, he doesn't look like a chrysanthemum... You can see clearly, this is not a young man. Wrinkles, as many as your valley owner."

"But monks look like this." Mo Jiaojiao held candied haws in one hand and rested his chin in the other, sullenly said, "Jiao Jiao can't recognize the specific appearance of monks, only ninety-nine can remember."

"You look like you can't even remember the appearance of a monster." Bie Hejian sighed helplessly.

"No." Mo Jiaojiao quickly defended, counting with his fingers: "I remember that Guzhu's whale has eleven scars, and there is a place on the back with a star engraved. The elder leaves of the locust tree are more on the left side. , there is a bird's nest on the trunk. The petals of the piranha elders are square and have five colors..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Bie Hejian ruthlessly called to a stop, seemingly calmly saying, "I see, you can tell which of the two peppers is rounder and more beautiful, but you can't recognize a humanoid creature, right? ?”

"Yeah." Mo Jiaojiao nodded honestly, and didn't feel that there was anything special about him.

Bie Hejian was silent for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of ​​letting the young man choose by himself, and got on his horse to choose.

Soon, Spirit Sword locked onto a black-clothed swordsman in the front left, excitedly said: "That's all, black-clothed."

Mo Jiaojiao looked over, his eyes swept over the young man's stern face and the sword in his hand, he opened his mouth in surprise, and said in novelty, "This man is so strange, he is dressed exactly like Jiujiu."

"Yes, it can be said to be very similar." Bie Hejian looked at the sword cultivator with satisfaction, and guessed: "This person's attire and expression are almost the same as Sword Master. If he has never seen Sword Master, it is Quite a strange coincidence."

Although it is said that Dugu Jiu is not the only black-clothed sword cultivator with an indifferent temperament, there is a small sword embroidered on Dugu Jiu's sleeve. It is said that it was specially embroidered by the late old lady of the Dugu family on Dugu Jiu's birthday. , You can’t see it unless you look carefully, and this kind of logo is not a popular decoration in the mainland, because it is too inconspicuous.

And when the sword cultivator was holding the wine bowl just now, his sleeve just lifted up, revealing the embroidery underneath, which was a small sword.

Mo Jiaojiao stared at the man for a while, lowered his head and ate the last candied haws, handed the bamboo stick to Xiao Er who passed by to clean up the dishes, then jumped off the chair and walked towards the place where the young man was.

As soon as the boy moved, the monks who had been trying their best not to disturb Mo Jiaojiao were aroused again, and they pretended to hold wine glasses to toast next door. Facing the boy's direction, he secretly watched Mo Jiaojiao's movements.

Mo Jiaojiao pinched her own jade pendant nervously, moved step by step to the young man's table, slowly raised her lowered and beautiful eyebrows, looked at the motionless young man, and tilted her head.

The surrounding area was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

He first stared at the young man's face for a while, then moved his eyes to look at the other's hand, blinked, turned his head to Bie Hejian and said: "It looks different from Jiujiu, and the hands are also different."

"Of course it's different. There are two looks." Bie Hejian leisurely transmitted his voice to secrets, and was about to teach Mo Jiaojiao again, when he suddenly keenly sensed the aura of Dugu Jiu and Shen Siyuan appearing ten miles away. Instantly frightened, he winked desperately at the young man and urged, "Hurry up! Sword Master Chongrong is coming soon! You won't have a chance to talk when he comes!"

"Okay." Mo Jiaojiao jumped up when he heard Dugu Jiu's name, his eyes lit up, he turned his head to look at the sword cultivator obediently, brewed for a while, and used a voice that seemed to be evil but still soft An angry young voice, teasingly said:

"This...beauty, you look...too good-looking, can you...get to know me?"

After finally stumbling and finishing speaking, the boy parted his mouth to reveal an evil smile, and stretched out one foot to step on the stool, looking like a bully.

However, in the eyes of others, it is...

The well-behaved and beautiful-looking girl first hesitated to bite the candied haws, and the hesitation seemed to make people anxious, worrying whether the young man had encountered an unsolvable difficulty.

Afterwards, the young man flattened his mouth a little aggrieved, his peach blossom eyes were clear and moist, he struggled for a long time and finally stood up, and walked timidly in front of the cold sword repairer step by step.

Immediately afterwards, the innocent and harmless young man seemed to be seeing such a vicious sword cultivator for the first time, as if he was a little curious about the appearance of the sword cultivator, he tilted his head cutely like a kitten, and looked straight at him with his round eyes. The other party, however, did not feel the slightest offense, but could not help but smile at the boy's innocence.

After sizing up the sword cultivator, the young man turned his head and spoke to his saber in a foolish manner, even speaking out of his heart without hesitation, without any scheming.

After finishing speaking, the boy turned his head back, as if he wanted to talk to the other party.However, Jianxiu was not a good person at first glance, so the young man had to work hard to muster up the courage, and he didn't know the nonsense he learned from some goddamn picture book that taught honest children, so he just stuttered and talked nonsense.

The words were obviously teasing, but the tone was nothing to do with flirting, only timidity and shrinking could be heard.

In the end, as if to embolden himself, the young man stepped on the stool once again imitating the drawing book, and even felt that the position was not right after stepping on it at first, and moved quietly three times before stopping, which was really pitiful.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Jiaojiao's series of movements were completely completed by everyone present except Biehejian. Not only did he beautify it countless times, but he also spontaneously explained the reasons for it, which is really well-intentioned.

Bie Hejian turned around to see the expressions of compassion and kindness on everyone's face. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of two figures, one blue and one black, at the door, and suddenly felt that Jian's life was hopeless.

Chong Rong Jian Zun saw it, he would definitely be angry, it won.However, it also died.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't know Bie Hejian's crushed mood. After finishing a series of bully standard moves, he put down his legs, faced the sword repairer who was watching him, stood up and said politely and in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now, I just...playing chess with Bie Hejian..."

Before he finished speaking, the sword cultivator got up suddenly, pulled away the chair and took a step back, lowered his face at the young man, and said coldly: "Jiao Jiao, how can you be so naughty?"

The young man scolded him with a cold face, his deep voice, the names he called the boy, even the arch of his eyebrows, and his standing upright. Except for his completely different appearance, everything was almost [-]% similar to Dugu Jiu.

Mo Jiaojiao stared blankly at the young man in front of him, took a step back subconsciously, turned his head to look at Bie Hejian helplessly, and whispered timidly: "How can he learn to talk like Jiujiu?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the young man finished speaking, the young man frowned, and said in a deep voice: "This seat is Chongrong Sword Master Dugu Jiu, did Jiao Jiao forget?"

"But, you're not." Mo Jiaojiao replied puzzled, with a somewhat shrunken expression.

Seeing the young man's frightened look, the black-clothed sword repairman finally raised his hand and wiped his face.

The moment he let go of his hands, the indifferent young man actually raised a very weird and funny smile, bent down to look at Mo Jiaojiao, and said with a smile while dancing:

"Baby Jiaojiao, I've changed my body and come back to see you!"