little spicy jiao

The night is all together, and the stars are twinkling.

There was a sudden bang in an inn in Dongshi, the old capital of Wusen.

Bie Hejian was aggressively poking the tip of the sword against the table, with the hilt tilted outwards, thinking to the Tunchu sword that had just been hit by it on the ground:

"I made you look like your little ancestor. Look at him. Just black eyes, black hair, and red clothes, so small, how easy it is to change! The result? See for yourself what you have changed?"

As soon as the voice of questioning fell, Mo Jiaojiao, who was sitting on the bed, excitedly hugged Bai Xiaojing and got out of bed, and stood in front of Tun Chujian wearing small straw sandals, facing the mirror directly to the spirit sword, shouting with curved eyes Said: "Jiujiu, Tunchubian's doll is so fun, it has red skin, black eyes, and white hair!"

The cheerful and soft voice reached the ears of the man who was taking a bath on the other side of the room, but he failed to summon him out of the tub.

The child didn't care either. After glancing at the exquisite screen over there, he turned his head and looked happily at the rather ugly "child" in front of him, and said curiously: "This doll doesn't look like Jiao Jiao either, he's a bit bigger than Jiao Jiaoyuan." lock up."

Tun Chujian was criticized for being useless, so black mist rose silently, and he transformed into a "child" as tall as Mo Jiaojiao again.

"No." Bie Hejian took a closer look and denied, "It's normal for you to have this hair and skin, but the color of your clothes is wrong, you want red."

Suddenly, black mist surged in the room, and the robe of the "child" changed from purple to bright red.

Mo Jiaojiao leaned over to look carefully, then stretched out his finger and poked the "child"'s face, wondering: "Why is this doll so hard? His eyes can't blink. And he's too fat."

Tun Chujian changed again according to the words, changing the dissimilarity to be exactly the same as the child in red in front of him.

"Not bad, not bad." Bie Hejian finally heaved a sigh of relief, and praised: "This looks very similar. Try to see if you can walk."

"Child" blinked slowly, turned around and walked around the room, moving freely.

Mo Jiaojiao was delighted to see it, and followed the "child" back and forth step by step, and then took a few steps quickly to hold the "child"'s hand, walked in front of Bie Hejian, and said, "Are we the same?"

The two children standing side by side were dressed in small red robes with hoods. The slightly curly soft hair on their heads was tied into a round bun, and a red pepper-shaped hairpin was inserted obliquely in the middle. Scattered longevity locks, whistles and a string of Buddhist beads, a string of small and exquisite jade pendants around the waist, and simple storage bracelets on the wrists.

The two children had round eyes and slightly red faces, and they were looking at the front innocently.

Bie Hejian circled them around and praised: "It's exactly the same. Tun Chu, come over to me right now and learn a few words, so as not to reveal yourself in time."

Seeing Tun Chujian running outside after Bie Hejian, Mo Jiaojiao turned around and ran to the other side of the room, walked around the high screen and entered.

The layout of inns in the old capital of Wusen has always been different.The guest room is divided into an inner room for resting and an outer room for entertaining guests.

The place where people bathe in the inner room is specially separated by a screen. The hot water in the bucket is not brought into the room one by one by the waiter as in ordinary inns, but a special water supply circle is set up at the bottom of the bathtub. The hot water in the bucket will be automatically replaced with clean hot water every half stick of incense, and the bather can adjust the water temperature as he likes.

Mo Jiaojiao had just showered, and when he came in, he was enveloped by the rising mist, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and muttered: "Jiujiu, it's so hot here."

The child walked slowly to the side of the tub, put his two little hands on the edge of the tub, and looked curiously at Dugu Jiu in the tub with his black hair hanging down and his eyes closed. The lonely and lonely sword fairy is a little different.

The appearance of a man is undoubtedly extremely outstanding. Whether it is "good-looking and comfortable" in the eyes of children, or "peerless" recognized by the world, it is not an exaggeration.The high nose and deep eyes set off the deep outline of the other party, handsome and compelling, and the slightly pursed thin lips gave people a cold and indifferent look, but now they are a little more restrained and calm.

Mo Jiaojiao raised his hand and touched the other party's face, which was soaked in water mist, wondering: "Why is Jiujiu here?"

Dugu Jiu, who closed his eyes, held the hand extended by the child, opened his eyes and said in a low voice: "I haven't settled down yet, I just thought of something suddenly and meditated for a while."

"Then why does Jiujiu take a bath?" Mo Jiaojiao looked at the other party's broad shoulders and strong chest, thought for a while and said, "Jiujiu is much stronger than a lamb without clothes, but with the same clothes, Jiaojiao won't so."

Seeing that Dugu Jiu didn't speak, Mo Jiao Jiao said again: "Jiao Jiao has never seen Jiu Jiu take a bath, does it mean that cultivators don't need to wash?"

"No. When I take a bath every day, Jiaojiao has already fallen asleep." Dugu Jiu let go of the child's hand, and said: "Jiajiao is naturally petite when she is young."

"Then let me rub Jiujiu's back." Mo Jiaojiao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he said joyfully, "Jiujiu rubs Jiaojiao's back every day, and the owner of the valley said that Jiaojiao will also help wipe his back."

"Has the owner of Yinshen Valley bathed Jiaojiao?" Dugu Jiu frowned slightly and asked.

"Yeah." Mo Jiaojiao nodded, as if thinking of something, and drooping the corners of his mouth, he said unhappily: "The owner of the valley doesn't like to bathe children, saying that the Jiaojiao is soft and not easy to wash, and then makes Jiaojiao become hot pepper every day. And brush me with a bristled brush, just like that time in Jiujiu!"

"...So Jiaojiao also has to help Guzhu rub his back?" Dugu Jiu frowned, suppressed the flashing smile in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Jiajiao is very sensible."

Mo Jiaojiao was obviously impressed by this extremely "tragic" way of bathing, but kept in mind the teachings of the owner of the valley, turned around and stood on tiptoe to pull down the smaller towel from the shelf, ran behind the man, jumped, and then turned around. Looking around, he dragged the small stool on the other side over, stood on it, and said, "Don't lean on Jiujiu. Jiaojiao will wipe your back."

Dugu Jiuben wanted to say bluntly that he had already finished bathing, and now he was just taking a bath again, but he turned his head to meet Mo Jiaojiao's sincere gaze, swallowed his words back, and did as he said.

Mo Jiaojiao looked at the other person's black and smooth long hair, put his hands together clumsily, brushed it in front of the man, touched the bath towel with fragrance, stuck it to the man's well-textured back, and rubbed it vigorously. stand up.

However, Dugu Jiu has a strong physique, and now his cultivation is advanced, and he is only a step away from flying. To him, the strength of a child is more like a playful touch.

Fortunately, Mo Jiaojiao's physique is relatively weak on weekdays. After wiping the upper part of his back, his face turned red from exhaustion, and he said sleepily, "Jiaojiao is tired."

"Okay." Dugu Jiu turned around and carried the child off the stool, changed the water and rinsed it again, then got up and put on his clothes, then bent down and picked him up, turned the screen and put the child back on the couch, then went back to change it by himself Good lining.

On the contrary, Mo Jiaojiao consciously did something beneficial to Dugu Jiu, took off his shoes, rolled into the bed, and yawned while hugging the soft pillow.

When the man came back with all his clothes on, the child was already half-wrapped in the quilt and was about to fall asleep.

"Jiajiao, rinse your mouth." Dugu Jiu took out a cup and told Mo Jiaojiao to rinse his mouth as usual, then took a wet towel to wipe his face, and finally put him under the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Mo Jiaojiao opened his eyes sleepily, and seeing the man turned to leave, he hurriedly grabbed the other man's hanging sleeves, and asked confusedly, "Where is Jiujiu going?"

"Practice the sword. What's the matter?" Dugu Jiu raised his hand to touch Mo Jiaojiao's forehead, then retracted it, and said, "Sleep."

"Go to know the sea? Then Jiujiu meditates here." The child asked.

"En." Dugu Jiu was used to such requests.

"Jiujiu, we followed Huai Mo to find Elder Huaishu, but..." Mo Jiaojiao hesitated, "If Elder Huaishu is in the secret realm, is Jiao Jiao... going to have a dream?"

"Are you afraid?" Dugu Jiu knew it in his heart, so he could only lower his already indifferent tone, and said, "Jiajiao will surely wake up again, and grow up safely."

"Okay." Mo Jiao Jiao Xiaoxiao agreed, and then dragged the man's black sleeves into the quilt to hug him, and said obediently: "Jiao Jiao is sleeping."

Dugu Jiu covered him with the quilt, then closed his eyes, sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness to practice.

Unexpectedly, the child opened his eyes again, looked at the other party in distress, and murmured in a low voice: "Jiujiu doesn't kiss Jiaojiao before going to bed, and doesn't sleep with Jiaojiao, practicing sword every day..."

"Jiajiao..." The man who had just entered meditation slowly opened his eyes again after hearing the words, and said in a low voice: "I can hear you. Sleep well."

Mo Jiaojiao was caught suddenly, and he didn't refute, just nodded innocently, this time he really closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Dugu Jiu lowered her eyes slightly, staring at the child's obedient sleeping face, looked away for a while, and closed her eyes.

The house was quiet again.

***

Two days later, on the outskirts of Wusen's old capital.

The young man in a dark green gown hid behind the grass, using the shadow avoiding pill to hide his figure.

He raised his eyes and stared closely at the man in black standing on the side of the official road not far away and the child in red in his hand, and then at the carriage slowly stopping not far away. sneer.

After a while, a young man in green shirt with a sick face jumped out of the carriage, walked up to the man in black, and said worriedly, "Why did it happen so suddenly? Didn't the suzerain tell you to stay with Jiao Jiao first?"

"It's urgent, so we have to do this." The man in black handed the child's hand to the young man in front of him, and said, "Jiajiao, you should leave this place with Sect Master Shen first. to find you."

The child in red suddenly broke free from the man's hand, squatted on the ground and started crying.

The man had no choice but to squat down and pick up the child. Regardless of the child's struggle, he handed it to the young man's arms and said, "Jiajiao will be entrusted to you to take care of it."

The young man in green shirt affirmed: "I will not disgrace my mission." After speaking, he carried the crying child into the carriage, and the coachman who had already been waiting on the carriage drove the carriage away.

Seeing this, the young man hiding in the grass hurriedly sacrificed the flying spirit weapon carefully, but he did not immediately catch up with the speeding carriage ahead, but just stared at the standing man in black.

Seeing the man throwing out his flying sword and flying north instead of turning around and returning to the old capital of Wusen, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly jumped on the flying weapon to chase the leaving carriage.

When the dark green figure completely disappeared into the air, the man in black, who was supposed to have left with the sword, slowly appeared in midair with another child in red in his arms. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. After hesitating again, he raised his foot into the air, and also followed him.