Shanhedu

"It's not all your fault!"

"What?! It's none of my business! Don't frame people randomly when you get angry!"

The cool wind blew through the alley, bringing up a page of yellow paper on the street outside.

Xiaoyao squatted on the ground, his ears filled with the sound of fierce quarrel between Qingshui and Tusheng.

It was already evening, and the group hadn't had a drop of water since morning.

When it was time to find a place to settle down and fill their stomachs, they lost the only silver taels they had.

Standing no taller than Xiaoyao and squatting, Fugui looked around. This county town, which looked grand and luxurious from the outside, looked lifeless.

He just walked around the city alone, but there were no shops open.

The streets were full of hungry people, begging for food from the four of them with their withered hands.

The only two dogs I saw were as thin as mice. This scene seemed familiar.

However, at that time he could still ask the Dragon Lord for rain, but this time, he was helpless.

Locusts flapping their wings are flying all over the sky, vainly trying to cover the sky and avoid the sun.

Their roofs are covered with thatch, but they can't hide from their hungry and pincer mouths.

Xiaoyao's stomach hurts from hunger, and the two people behind him who are shirking each other's responsibilities have not yet decided a winner.

Qing Shui's cheeks were flushed with anger, and he pointed at Tu Sheng's nose and cursed.

"My purse has always been hanging on my waist, and I touched it at noon today, why is it suddenly gone?

Do you dare to say that you, a glutton, didn't steal it? !No wonder I felt something touch my waist when I sat in the front! "

The irritable native was also blushed by the clear water, and he inhaled through his nose as if he couldn't breathe.

With his hands on his hips, his shoulders shrugged, he glared fiercely at the vixen in front of him, and his white teeth were grinding.

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't wrong me, you coquettish fox!!"

The black gold lettering fan was opened, Qing Shui calmed down, and fanned himself.

They are not forgiving, even though they have been arguing for nearly an hour.

"Then tell me honestly, why do you want to put your hands on my waist where the money bag is hanging?"

Hearing this, Tusheng stammered "You...I..." After finishing speaking, he turned around abruptly.

The strength of the whole body was gathered in his right hand, and he violently smashed his fist on the stone wall in front of him.

The strength was so great that Qing Shui, who was standing beside him, took a deep breath, really worried that this idiot would punch a big hole in the wall.

Fugui and Xiaoyao, who were stunned to persuade him not to be on the shelf, also stood up, and Qingshui had already bit the bullet and pulled Native Born's broken fist.

Fugui let out an impatient "tsk" and said dissatisfiedly at the two of them: "Have you had enough noise! ​​Can you stop making trouble? If you lose it, you lose it, and you can't find it. Why don't you think about what to do tonight?" , what to do in the future."

"That's right, that's right." Xiaoyao echoed Fugui with a dull expression.

Originally, the "child" who thought Fugui reprimanded him for losing face, but now he heard Xiaoyao, a fool, was still talking, and the two who had been arguing endlessly in the previous class immediately spoke in unison.

"What's the matter with you!"

After finishing speaking, the eyelids of Qingshui and Native students trembled slightly, Fugui sighed helplessly, and Xiaoyao, who was innocent and dared not resist, sniffed his nose aggrievedly.

In the end, the four people who couldn't find a place to sleep took their horses and found an abandoned earth temple to lie down. The most desperate thing was that they had nothing to eat.

The next day when the cock crowed, the four people who woke up from starvation supported each other and went to the street, hoping to find something to eat.

Before Fugui entered the city, he noticed that this place was called Yuanbao County. Before this famine, it should be a good place for wealth.

Natural disasters are merciless, and if God does not take care of them, ordinary people can only suffer. Drought, floods, and pests cause crops to fail.

Food is the most important thing for the people, without basic food, robbery, rape, famine, and the dead come one after another. Those with good lives escape, and those with bad lives wait to die. No one can think about it.

The four of them were brightly dressed, and they stood out in the street full of refugees and beggars. Don't talk about begging for food, it would be good if they didn't get stripped of their skin by these people.

Tusheng said that the clothes had to be changed, especially the plain tea-white Qingshui and the moon-white Xiaoyao, he and Fugui couldn't tell much about their dark clothes.

Changed as he said, the upright Xiaoyao rolled directly into the pit, his clean clothes were immediately stained with mud, Fugui wiped some mud on his too fair face.

Tusheng looked at the mud on Fugui's hands, then at Qingshui's handsome face, bent down to dig a handful of mud, and then greeted Qingshui's face.

As a result, he withdrew his hand when he was stared at by the stern white eyes of the Merry Young Master. He wanted to do something on the face of a flower in the Immortal Valley, but he was probably too impatient to live.

Seeing that Xiaoyao's bean-red grid blouse really turned into a fishing net, Shimizu scolded him for being stupid, took off the thin plain white gauze overshirt and stuffed it into the native bag.

Then she turned around lightly, and the slim white gown instantly turned black, and the suave face lined with clear water became more mature and charming.

Tu Sheng stared dumbfounded while carrying the bundle with one hand, while Fugui circled Qingshui with his eyes wide open.

"You can transform into clothes, why don't you transform into a table of food for us?"

Hearing this, Xiaoyao ran over with a "painted face", and excitedly agreed: "Yes, yes, it doesn't take too much, six dishes and one soup are enough, it's better to have a pot of wine~"

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Qing Shui glanced at Xiaoyao with disgust, thinking how could the gods in the sky have such a fool as Xiaoyao, it is more important to be reincarnated.

He opened his mouth weakly, "I really want to change, and I have to have this ability. It's not difficult to change the color, but you will make things difficult for me, a goblin, if you change into eating and drinking."

After finishing speaking, he took his chin and pointed at Xiaoyao, "Aren't you a Daluo Immortal, Xianjun, let me conjure something up for you."

"I...I said...I lost all my magic..." Xiaoyao pleaded for himself in a very low voice.

One person sighed and looked at each other speechlessly.

An hour later—————

"Boom boom, boom boom.

Do it well, do it well.

Brother son, elder sister-in-law.

The four younger ones were not full.

I beg you to enjoy the meal,

In the future, blessings will be indispensable.

All right..."

Tu Sheng held Canglang Rolling and knocked on a brass offering plate covered with cobwebs in the earth temple, "dropping and beating drums" around the half-circle crowd.

Fugui's gray cloth bag, which was used to hold family heirlooms, became a beggar's thing. He followed Tusheng and asked their "audience" one by one for stuttering.

Qing Shui stood in the middle of the crowd, shaking a cow bone bell borrowed from an old beggar on the street, and sang the "begging song" he had just made up while spinning the bell to beat the beat.

As for Xiaoyao, he was pulled by Qing Shui and pressed to his side, and was in charge of bowing to thank people all the time. Now he was bent over and blushing, looking a little funny with the mud on his face.

Qing Shui is very fond of humming and singing. They remembered that they had seen tricks on the street to earn money before, so it was like a "such" way to beg for food.

Most of the people who came to see Qingshui yelling were big families in Yuanbao County. They had food in their homes, so they didn't have to worry about eating and drinking but only about having fun.

Isn't it beautiful to see a handsome little brother performing in the street for no money now.

When he got home, he brought out three buns of steamed buns, one or two plates of pickled vegetables, and Fugui was about to cry while holding the gray cloth bag his mother had sewn for him.

It's not easy to ask for a meal!

Although there are many people and strength is great, but when food is in short supply, no one's family business will throw food to people they don't know for nothing.

After yelling for a long noon, they only begged for enough food for a day. Qing Shui looked at the piles of pickles he got for singing until his voice was almost hoarse, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Seeing Qingshui's face collapsed, Tusheng immediately took out a green apple from his bosom, and handed it to Qingshui as if offering a treasure.

"Don't be discouraged, don't be discouraged, this is for you."

Fugui squatted on the side and was busy shaking off the residue in the gray cloth pocket, Xiaoyao took two white flour steamed buns and a cow bone bell to find the old beggar.

Seeing the green apple, Qing Shui's first reaction was to snatch the apple and lift his legs to kick the person, staring at him with romantic eyes, his feet were about to kick Tusheng.

"Is there any more? Is there any more! You bastard has learned to hide it by yourself, right..."

"Hey...you vixen who doesn't know the heart...you beat me even if I give you something to eat...you have no conscience..."

"Hey."

Fugui just sat down on the ground, holding a piece of dry pancake in his hand and took a bite, staring at Qingshui and Qingshui who were chasing me and running away.

If they are like this, when will they be able to join Ling Xiao and the others, and when will they be able to arrive at Jingyun Villa.

The famine in Yuanbao County was so severe that the four of them in Qingshui only ate one meal a day, and they had to save every bite of rice to the size of a grain of rice.

The horses that were also hungry could not run very far. They continued to walk through the deep mountains and old forests for a full five days without seeing any people in front of them.

The native "offered" apples to Qingshui'e were eventually eaten by the two of them in half, and all the food was eaten up by them early in the morning on the fourth day.

There are no wild animals in the deep mountains and old forests, not even a wild fruit.

Stuffy and hot inside, and with no river to see, they could only survive on the dew in the morning.

Before they got out of the woods on the fifth day, the four got off their horses and leaned against a tree to rest.

The hot native took off his coat, revealing his sleeveless undershirt and his strong arms.

Xiaoyao was so hungry that he didn't have the energy to speak, he closed his eyes in a daze and slept with his back under the shade of a tree, Fugui turned his back to them, trying to find a pheasant or a rabbit or something.

Qingshui half-closed his long and narrow eyes and sat beside Tusheng, and handed the fan to Tusheng unceremoniously.

Tell him to fan himself a cool breeze, if he behaves well, then he can also get some cool air.

At first, the big man thought it was hot for him to lean on his body, so he arched his arms and asked him to sit on the side.

However, Qing Shui Lai was dead and did not move, so he had no choice but to let the coquettish fox lean on him.

There was sweat on his forehead, he didn't know if it was hot or cold, Shimizu squinted his eyes sullenly, feeling that there was no cool breeze blowing over him.

Relying on the earth to blame, "Fan Feng, why don't you fan the wind..." The tone dragged on for a long time, as if he was about to die.

Tu Sheng has never seen Qing Shui in such a disgraceful situation, he is always clean, proud, and suave, and seeing that Sao Fox is about to die, he willingly shakes the romantic fan.

The gentle cool wind blew Qingshui happy, and he turned his face uneasily, talking to himself towards Tusheng's arm.

"Tunsheng, your meat still... smells good..." It was still the same slow tone, but the next moment it opened its mouth towards Tusheng's arm.

He clenched his hard arm muscles with his sharp teeth, and did not let go.

"Hiss..." I don't know if Qing Shui is starving and confused, and the bite is very painful.

Looking down at Qing Shui, who closed his eyes and didn't let go of his mouth, he said calmly, "You're looking for trouble again."

Without stopping to shake the fan in his hand, he moved closer to Qingshui's neck to send a closer cool breeze.

Xiaoyao who was sitting on the opposite side couldn't hold it anymore, he flopped on the ground, rolled his eyes and closed them completely, foaming at the mouth, and his body twitched.

Surprised, Fugui and the others rushed over, and at the same time, Xiaoyao who fell down also disturbed a pair of peeping eyes hiding deep in the forest.

Native Sanlian: I am not!I didn't!vixen!

Shimizu Sanlian: Hehe, hehe, hehe.

Wealth and wealth three times: Enough is enough, stop arguing, secrets must not be leaked.

Xiaoyao Sanlian: That's right, that's right, it's all my fault...

The author has something to say: Everyone can guess what is hiding in the forest, oh, Ling Xiao and Junhe are still floating on the river (?..?.`)