Shanhedu

Facing the coming axe, Ling Xiao swung his shoulders and dodged aside.

Grabbing the man's wrist with one hand, he twisted the man's back to him with a backhand.

Jun He was terrified, and hid back holding Qing Shui's arms.

Qing Shui has already wandered around the world for a lifetime, and he only thought it was a trick for nothing.

The angry big man was only slightly shorter than Ling Xiao.

The sleeves of the upper body were rolled up, but the arms exposed by the cuffs were stronger than Ling Xiao.

It's a pity that his movements were a little clumsy, and he was pinned to the ground by Ling Xiao, the former martial arts leader, in two or three strokes.

The strong man lying on the ground resisted.

"You dog thief! Steal my biscuits and tease me! You son of a bitch!"

Ling Xiao has lived for more than 20 years and rarely gets angry. Hearing people speak like this is just a calm explanation.

"Strong man, you and I have never met before, how can you talk nonsense and frame up? You have admitted the wrong person."

"The bastard doesn't have eyes, so he crawls blindly!"

The people who were pinned to the ground slapped the dusty ground and struggled.

"It's you! I opened my eyes on the bed last night, and it's you, wearing this black suit, who escaped through the window!"

Ling Xiao stopped talking, and Qing Shui who was standing aside also pulled Junhe over.

"You must have made a mistake. My friend and I just arrived here, and we were still on the mountain last night. How could it be possible to steal your things? I let you go now, and we will forget the past."

After all, Ling Xiao raised the sole of the boot that was on the person's back, and the shouting person quickly stood up.

"If you say it's not you, then it's not you? Then where can I find my biscuits?!"

The man swung his ax again, but he was just playing tricks in front of Ling Xiao.

Just now when the two of them exchanged tricks, Ling Xiao already knew the origin of this person, like a sweeping monk in a monk's temple.

Tu Sheng, who was wielding a broad ax to forcefully create momentum, also understood Ling Xiao's skill. This dog thief is not an ordinary martial arts practitioner.

With a sneer, he looked at the man in plain clothes fluttering.

Tusheng arched his nose and smelled a strange smell.

Qing Shui said casually, "Rogue, do I still need to steal a piece of pie from you? It's ridiculous."

He waved his folding fan and glanced at the vulgar man in front of him.

The ax in Tu Sheng's hand slowly stopped, and he smelled the scent lingering on the tip of his nose.

Is this... the smell of a fox?

The soles of the boots of the man in front of him and the little brother next to him seem to have no soil.

The smell of coquettishness came from the white clothes, and the look on this man's face was seductive.

Pointing the ax at Qingshui, Tusheng yelled, "Fox spirit!!"

"what……"

The people standing behind and watching stepped back one after another, blocking the door of the inn next to it.

"Humph~"

The black paper fan was lightly flicked by Qing Shui's wrist, and it hit Tu Sheng's forehead like a dart.

After hitting the eyebrow, it flew back to Qing Shui's hand.

Tu Sheng was stunned by the folding fan, and stood there for a while before he realized that he raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Holding an ax and pointing at Shimizu who was identified as a vixen in front of him, he stammered "you you you...".

Qing Shui raised the fan in his hand to him again, and Tu Sheng put down the hatchet in his hand as a show of cowardice.

It was getting dark, Ling Xiao took Jun He and the others into the inn nearby.

In this small inn, an Eight Immortals table is the counter of the cashier, there is only one empty guest room left, and the waiter leads them up.

After them came the native with the ax in his outer belt, and he had lived here for several days.

There is only a small wooden bed in the guest room, Qing Shui glanced down, and then secretly talked to Jun He with his heart.

"Tonight I will sleep in my original form, so I won't sleep on that hard bed."

Junhe knew, and nodded towards Qingshui.

Both of them got the Immortal Ze in the Immortal Valley, and only then did they have the aura to transform into adults.

The elves in Immortal Valley can communicate with each other, even if Qingshui is thousands of miles away from Junhe, they can still communicate with each other.

Ling Xiao asked Xiao Er to go down and bring up a pot of water, and when he turned around, he saw Tu Sheng leaning against the door.

He stepped forward and said kindly: "Brother, the misunderstanding has been resolved, what are you still doing with us?"

"I live in the room next to you, how can you say that I'm still with you?"

"Brother, is there something else?"

Ling Xiao was taught by the master in the head since he was a child, and he must treat everyone with kind words.

Picking at the rotten wooden door frame with one hand, Native asked dully: "Are you going east?"

Ling Xiao had already put down his guard against this reckless man who looked fierce but was honest, and only answered that he was right.

Jun He was led by Ling Xiao to sit down in the room, and Qing Shui had already sat down at the Eight Treasures Table inside.

They heard the person leaning against the door say: "I, my name is Tusheng, and the master calls me Jingsheng. Can you take me with you? I'm going east too."

The waiter came up with a white porcelain teapot, put down his things and left.

Ling Xiao asked this reckless man who claimed to be from his family to sit down with them and have a drink first.

Seeing that Ling Xiao wanted to listen to him, Tu Sheng no longer restrained himself.

The thing about the guy was put on the table, causing Qing Shui, who was toasting and sipping, to roll his eyes.

"I grew up in Shaolin Temple. I have never met my parents. The master said that I am from Dongshan County and accepted me as the son of a secular family. I just came out of the temple and I am going to find my parents. It is, it is me. Don't know the way!"

Tu Sheng explained happily.

"Hmph, asshole."

Qing Shui beside him put down his teacup and laughed lightly.

"Hmph, coquettish fox."

Tusheng saw Qingshui's thin arms and legs, and a body with little flesh, and relied on his own rigidity to refute.

Ling Xiao was playing with the teacup with his fingertips, and Jun He was sitting next to him.

Holding the small cup in both hands, he sipped the water one after another, as if he had some rare treasure in his hands.

After pondering for a moment, Ling Xiao raised the porcelain cup in his hand.

"Native brother, if you insist on going on the road with us, you must be prepared to bear the risk of being implicated by me."

Tu Sheng stared at him with rounded eyes, "What kind of unreasonable business did you do?"

Ling Xiao bowed his head for a moment, then raised his head and said.

"To be honest, there are many misunderstandings on my body. If you follow us to the east, you will definitely be at risk."

"Hey, then I'm not afraid!"

Tu Sheng waved at him briskly, "See, you are also a practitioner. I also learned a lot of kung fu in Shaolin Temple, don't be afraid!"

"Gu..."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the table heard the "wailing" coming from the belly of the native.

Ling Xiao recalled the misunderstanding when they first met, and immediately understood, and asked Xiaoer outside the door to serve him immediately.

A penny beats the heroes, and Tusheng held his stomach and smiled at them foolishly.

He is poor and white, and his pockets are cleaner than his face.

With the little silver on his body, he paid all the rent of the inn.

Only half of the donated biscuits were snatched away last night.

Tu Sheng thought about it, then he clenched his palms and dropped his fist on the table. The porcelain cups collided with each other, and Jun He, who was so shocked that he hadn't finished drinking, wet his sleeves.

"I need to chop the firewood. If I wrap the sesame seed cakes in a cloth, the thief will think they are lumps of gold and jade!"

Ling Xiao rolled up the sleeves for Jun He, and said to Tu Sheng: "Mo Qi, you might not know, the Snitch will visit again tonight."

During the daytime, Junhe Qingshui entered the inn dressed in dusty clothes, and the thief might be tempted again.

The meal came, one bowl of noodles per person.

The noodles were cut boldly, half the width of a finger, and half a bowl of spicy oil was poured on top.

It is different from the Yangchun noodles in thin strips of clear soup that Ling Xiao ate on the way to Xishan.

Tusheng had been hungry for a long time, dragged his bowl and swallowed it whole.

The wrist holding the bamboo chopsticks turned extremely fast, causing Qing Shui, who was sitting politely beside him, to tilt his head in distaste.

Jun He looked at the bowl in front of him, and Ling Xiao, who hadn't moved his mouth, picked up his chopsticks and taught Jun He how to eat noodles.

Invite the first meeting between Wu Gu Mi Grain and Xiao Lan Cao Jing.

Looking at the finely crushed red peppers in the bowl, Ling Xiao felt worried. Finally, he took the noodles with chopsticks and fed them into Jun He's mouth.

Before Jun He could chew like a wild fruit from the mountain, he opened his mouth towards Ling Xiao.

Qi eyebrows stuck out his tongue, all of which were subconscious reactions of self-taught.

"Ha...ah..." Jun He looked at Ling Xiao in pain.

"That's called spicy---" Shimizu, who was bored, told Jun He.

He glanced at Tu Sheng, who had already seen the light at the bottom of the bowl, and turned his face coolly, "One match and one stupid."

Tu Sheng was immersed in the spicy and delicious noodles, so naturally he couldn't hear what Shimizu muttered.

I just want to ask Xiao Er to give him another bowl of food to fill him up.

Ling Xiao hurriedly put the noodles aside, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Jun He who was about to cry.

Cup after cup of cold tea, Jun He looked at his elder brother Ling Xiao with blushes in his eyes, and looked at Ling Xiao in a daze.

The bowl of noodles that didn't touch the chopsticks gave Tu Sheng his hunger, and Jun He held a white bun that Ling Xiao went out to buy and gnawed on it.

At night, Qing Shui returned to his real body after walking away with the native who didn't deal with him.

A snow-white white fox is curled up in front of the candlestick under the window to rest.

Jun He was taught by Ling Xiao to write a few words, and sat obediently on the stool to watch Ling Xiao take back his only copy of "Miscellaneous Talks in the Night Rain" and the pen and paper.

Ling Xiao only felt that he took Junhe like a young child, and taught him how to put on and take off his clothes in Fairy Valley.

He has to teach Junhe the rest of the troubles that a mortal body needs to do.

He took the little fairy off and took off his coat, and the two of them lay on the small bed.

Ling Xiao protected Junhe inside, and the distance between the two was only two fists.

In the April sky where the grass grows and the warbler flies, the fine stars enter the night together with the bright moon.

Ling Xiao saw the white fox by the window in the dim room, and then sporadically exerted force with his fingertips, and a silver needle broke the candle used for lighting in front of the window.

There was only thin wax covered with a lampshade on the head of the bed in the room, and Jun He, who was not asleep, showed one hand and grabbed Ling Xiao's wrist on the bed.

"Brother, Jun He can't see you anymore."

Ling Xiao thought of the Immortal Valley, which was illuminated by the sun day and night, so he cushioned him with a pillow.

"It was I who turned off the light. Now let's sleep with our eyes closed, and we will be able to see tomorrow morning."

"Oh, Jun He knows."

One night, the door of the inn was closed tightly, and the window of Ling Xiao's room was pried open from the outside.

It's a pity that the thief was too stupid, and the movement was so loud that Ling Xiao immediately opened his eyes.

I really don't know how the things born last night were stolen.

Ling Xiao lay still on the bed, and took advantage of the night to look at Jun He who was sleeping inside him, he was still awake, very good.

The warmth that suddenly hit Ling Xiao's chest gave him an unexpected idea that Jun He would spend his whole life with him.

The snitch at the window had already crawled halfway in, Ling Xiao withdrew his thoughts.

After the thief jumped into the room through the clear water on the table through the window, he silently threw a dart at him.

"what!"

The dart pierced into the thief's chest, as if his stomach had been dismantled by a dagger, and the vulnerable thief lay on the ground and howled.

Not long after, native axe-wielding broke through the door.

Seeing the people on the ground, they immediately shouted: "Dog thief! Here to steal again!"

Jun He in the bed was woken up, and the lighting wax by the window was rekindled.

Qing Shui jumped off the table, wagged his tail and hid behind the screen to continue sleeping.

Tusheng held his dick in one hand and slashed at the dog thief who threw his sesame seed cakes.

Easter eggs:

When we met for the first time, after a verbal dispute:

Tu Sheng turned to Qing Shui with a smug face: "Show the fox!"

Shimizu, bowed his head and played with the fan.

Tu Sheng was not convinced: "Looks like a fox!"

Shimizu: "You can say whatever you like~"

After half a year:

Tusheng's address for Qingshui: "Little fox, Aqing, Qingqing, look at me... (●●)"