little spicy jiao

In the early spring weather, there is still a thin layer of snow on the mountain road, which is not very easy to walk.

Mo Jiaojiao was riding a donkey upside down, sitting unsteadily, with big watery eyes looking around curiously, holding a branch of plum blossom that Shen Siyuan picked from nowhere in his hand.

Because there was Shen Siyuan leading the donkey in front, the child was not afraid of falling off, and the feet in the little red shoes would shake a few times from time to time, wriggling on the donkey's back and looking around.

"Jiao Jiao, how's it going? Is it fun to ride a donkey?" Shen Siyuan held the fan in one hand and the rein in the other, walking very leisurely along the way.

"It's fun." Mo Jiaojiao responded. He lowered his head to look at the donkey's back, stretched out his hand and pulled the gray-black fur. Seeing that the fur on the donkey's belly was white, he wanted to bend down to pull it again.

Unexpectedly, just as the child was about to lie down on the donkey's back, the wooden carving hanging on his chest became slightly warm.

Mo Jiaojiao quickly straightened up, with a straight back, sitting upright, looked down to see that the hair that was pulled just now was still curled up, then quickly stroked it carefully, pushed the hair back, and blinked with an innocent look on his face .

As everyone knows, the guilty conscience in his eyes has long been seen clearly.

Suddenly, a deep and steady voice came from the child's heart, with an extremely familiar solemnity.

"You're going to hurt the donkey, and it won't carry you later."

Mo Jiaojiao shook his head immediately, and explained naively: "Jiaojiao just felt strange, wanted to touch it, but didn't pull it."

"Who plucked the tail of Hongyan's crane last time?" The voice continued, "Naughty."

"That's because the crane splashed water on Jiaojiao's body and chased me to peck it, so I plucked its hair." Mojiaojiao said aggrievedly, "Jiujiu can't think that I'm bullying a monster."

"But Jiaojiao, didn't you pluck the hair of the dream-eating beast before?" Shen Siyuan raised his voice in the front: "The dream-eating beast is honest enough. Your habit of touching other people's hair is quite interesting, why is the chili pepper?" Would you like fur?"

Mo Jiaojiao felt guilty when he heard the words, so he had to tell the truth: "Jiaojiao likes fluffy things."

He thought of another thing while talking, and said pitifully: "But Jiujiu refused to become a kitten. Jiujiu made a wood carving for himself and went in. That wood carving has no face yet, so it's not pretty."

"It's just a temporary thing, so what's the point of looking good?" Dugu Jiu, who was possessed by the wood carving, finally said: "Jiajiao will wear it in the future."

"Then Jiujiu won't come out?" Mo anxiously grabbed the delicate wooden sculpture of a human figure on his chest, held it in his soft palm, and looked at it carefully. He disagreed: "Jiujiu wants to sleep with Jiaojiao." You have to come out to eat."

"If I show up, Jiaojiao won't be able to ride a donkey all the time." Dugu Jiu said in a calm voice, "The donkey's journey is too slow, if it doesn't reach the town before dark, Jiaojiao will have to sleep in the wilderness."

When Mo Jiaojiao heard this, he opened his eyes wide, blinked twice, and said doubtfully, "But even if it's dark and Jiao Jiao doesn't reach the town, Jiujiu can take me there. Jiujiu flies very fast."

"Silly Jiaojiao." Shen Siyuan smiled and said: "What Chongrong means is to save you some time to do other things. Now that you have finally gone down the mountain, you naturally need to learn more. Riding a donkey all day is not a waste of time. time?"

"Jiaojiao doesn't think so." Mo Jiaojiao shook his head, "In the past, Valley Master and Jiaojiao would spend a long time walking around the Hidden God Valley one day a month, and it wouldn't be boring. However, Jiaojiao wants Jiu When nine comes out, I won’t ride a donkey.”

Shen Siyuan was stunned when he heard the words, and shook his head amusedly, "The old man of Yinshen Valley just likes to keep in good health, and I have to teach you."

While speaking, the wooden carving on Mo Jiaojiao's heart jumped twice, and after the red rope was automatically separated, it flew into the air and turned into a tall figure in an instant.

The child had already jumped off the donkey's back excitedly, and when Dugu Jiu landed on the ground, he rushed over and threw himself on the donkey's waist.

"Then let's fly directly." Seeing this, Shen Siyuan stretched his waist, and said with a tired expression: "This sect master is really not used to riding in a flying carriage."

As soon as the words fell, the eagle that had been hovering in the sky swooped down and stopped beside the young man.

Dugu Jiu put away the donkey, stepped forward, and also held Mo Jiaojiao in the air, but this time he used a flying sword in a rare way.

The three of them flew eastward all the way. In order to make Mo Jiaojiao remember the route, Dugu Jiu stopped from time to time and took the children to find out the location of nearby towns. Mark the location with a pen.

Although the destination of this trip was decided by Mo Jiaojiao, but Dugu Jiu had something to do, the three of them arrived at the nearest old capital of Wusen before noon.

The old capital of Wusen is the second largest town in the secular world. It covers a very large area and is generally in the shape of a circle. The area between the outer and inner ring city walls is mainly for monks, and the inner city wall to the central tower of the city Between them is the residence of mortals.

The monks and mortals in the city have always coexisted peacefully and communicated with each other.Therefore, through years of improvement and promotion, many skills that belong exclusively to the cultivation world have already become life skills that ordinary people are equally capable of mastering.

Being carried by Dugu Jiu, Mo Jiaojiao passed by a female cultivator who was trying to mix non-toxic spiritual herbs and vegetables for cooking, and said in surprise: "She is so smart! A lot of spiritual herbs can cure diseases, and they can be cooked like this. If you eat it, you will be cured, and it will not be bitter."

"Hmm." Dugu Jiu also noticed the very prosperous store, he raised his eyes and glanced around the furnishings in the store, and suddenly his eyes stopped on a hunched back, his long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he thought about it and asked: " Do you want to eat peppers?"

Mo Jiaojiao shook his head, "Her elixir, Jiaojiao, is useless, and the dishes she cooks are not as good as grandpa's."

"Little baby, go and have a taste." Shen Siyuan also keenly noticed that figure from behind, rolled his eyes, and persuaded: "Senior Hongshan is not by your side now, if you want to eat, you can only eat other people's food." , this mortal meal is quite delicious.”

"Alright then." Mo Jiaojiao rubbed his stomach and nodded obediently.

The three of them quickly took their seats in the store.

Xiao Er is used to seeing monks with different appearances and strengths, and he is also a monk himself, so he naturally knows how to distinguish the cultivation level of the incoming person from the breath.

Seeing the gloomy and powerful aura of the pale young man among the three, he couldn't help but become more respectful.

And the child opposite the young man looks exquisite and lovable, and the man sitting next to the child is also handsome and compelling, but the two of them have almost no aura around them. If he hadn't seen them sitting here with his own eyes, he might really think that the young man is Came alone.

Puzzled, he had no choice but to put his doubts behind him.

After ordering, Xiao Erfang was about to leave, but he happened to meet a pair of long and narrow black eyes that the man in black looked up at. For a moment, his back felt cold and his hands and feet were weak. Stepping forward, sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

Seeing Xiao Er's extremely frightened look, Shen Siyuan reacted, and had no choice but to pass the teapot out, and when the other party took it, he took advantage of the opportunity to touch Xiao Er's back.

After a while, seeing the other party staggering away as if waking up from a dream, he felt relieved and said, "Chongrong, you also restrain yourself. There are many ordinary people in the old capital of Wusen, no more than monks."

"I didn't do anything." Dugu Jiu, who only glanced at Xiao Er from the beginning to the end, didn't think so, glanced at the young man, and saw Mo Jiaojiao was holding a teacup and drinking tea in small sips, without saying a word .

However, the child was halfway through drinking, then slowly put down the teacup, and turned to look behind him suspiciously.

Sitting there was a young man with a stooped figure. The young man seemed to be suffering from an illness. He covered his lips and coughed a few times from time to time. His long black hair was gathered together and tied loosely with a dark green hair band. The dark green clothes on his body had a lot of damp soil stuck to them, but because the clothes were too dark, they couldn't be seen unless they looked closely.

Mo Jiaojiao stared intently at the person whose back was facing him, sniffed lightly with his small nose, and felt a very faint scent of green grass coming from the other person, like the smell of crushed grass leaves in early spring.

"What's wrong?" Dugu Jiu asked aloud, but he didn't stop his eyes on the young man.

Shen Siyuan smiled leisurely, shook his head indistinctly, and said to the man through voice transmission: "The master of this sect is not sure, but it looks a bit like it."

Unexpectedly, Mo Jiaojiao, who is usually very well-behaved and timid, turned around from the chair after seeing the young man in dark green clothes, jumped off the ground, and was about to walk opposite the young man.

Dugu Jiu hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with Jiaojiao?"

Mo Jiaojiao took the man's hand and shook it, leaned into his arms, and whispered into his ear: "Jiujiu, this man's smell is the same as the grass in the sunset lake. Jiaojiao wants to see what he looks like .”

After the child finished speaking, he took Dugu Jiu's hand and shook it pleadingly.

The man nodded slightly, no longer trying to stop him, but the child was always enveloped by his strong spiritual sense.

Mo Jiaojiao put his little hands behind his back, walked slowly to the side of the young man, bent down again, turned his head, and looked at the young man's face.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to have expected him to do this a long time ago. The moment he turned his head, he also turned his head suddenly, stretched his fingers deliberately stretching his eyes, and stuck out the same green tongue to make a face at the child. Mo Jiaojiao was frightened and froze on the spot.

The young man stared at the child's stupid and dazed appearance, smiled complacently, raised his hand to lift his bangs and opened his lips slightly, but what he uttered was a girl's sweet voice: "Little devil, you still want to peek at this girl, are you scared?"

Mo Jiaojiao looked at the other party's smug smiling face and the gorgeous woman's makeup that didn't match her appearance at all, she came back to her senses, stared straight at the young man with round eyes, and said confidently: "The owner of the valley said that a man can't be a rabbit." You can't pretend to be a woman when you grind the powder."

The young man was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then the veins on his forehead burst out, and he said angrily: "What is the name of your valley owner? Today, I, Huai Mo, will beat him until he looks for his teeth!"