Shanhedu

A penny is hard for a hero, and when Ling Xiao heard that Jun He actually said that answer, he felt his cheeks burning with shame.

He is no longer the martial arts leader who was admired by heroes from all walks of life.

Not to mention the young master of the Ling family who leans against Xinu Mountain and has a family of tens of thousands of dollars.

Standing in front of Jun He was only a down-and-out swordsman who wanted to escape and return home innocently.

What can he give Junhe comfortable, warm and delicious basic necessities?

There was endless grief, indignation and desolation in my heart, and when I was depressed, I still wondered why Jun He didn't say these words until today?

Ling Xiao was really puzzled, looked at the little orchid spirit who was still on the bedside with a displeased face, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and took a deep breath.

"Miao Miao, I'll take you to have breakfast first."

As for whether to go or not, it is better to wait for Jun He to wake up after a while, and then discuss with him.

If Junhe really doesn't want to continue on the road with him, then he will find a safe place to settle him down.

After thinking about it, Ling Xiao laughed at himself in his heart again.

What else is there to wait for?Junhe has made the words so clear, why should he deceive himself and others.

How can Ling Xiao, who is poor and white, continue to move forward with Jun He who has not yet accepted him?

The first 21 years of Ling Xiao's life were all smooth sailing. He grew up like a proud son of heaven, capable of both civil and martial arts, rituals and music.

If the family is still there, he should be a hero for a lifetime, wielding his sword to the end of the world.

Instead of the absurd appearance of running around without a name.

After all, the mountains and rivers take turns, Ling Xiao thought about it and concluded, seeing Jun He walking in front of him alone, without looking back, Ling Xiao secretly clenched his fists.

A servant girl invited them to have dinner in the back hall of Bizhuang. For half his life, his old father, the old owner of Bizhuang, was already sitting in the back hall.

Ling Xiao bowed his hands to the half master to show respect, and found that the patriarch's face was extremely ugly, as if he had been dead for a long time, lifeless.

Looking at Ban's life in this way, Young Master Ban's expression can almost be called lively.

The old man lay unhappily on the bamboo couch, and three servants waited for him to drink a bowl of white porridge.

Ling Xiao withdrew his eyes, and Jun He, who was sitting beside him without saying a word, had already started to eat in embarrassment.

For breakfast, there are beef patties piled up on the top of a hill, assorted eight-treasure porridge with rice fragrance, and a cup of white fungus sweet soup to moisten the throat after the meal.

Ling Xiao felt that the food was chewy, and he ignored his little orchid essence from the corner of his eye. Ling Xiao began to miss the days of eating wild fruits in the deep mountains and old forests.

Just as he frowned slightly and put down the palm-sized porcelain bowl, another low whimper came from Junhe's side, and Ling Xiao turned his head hastily.

The remaining half of the eight-treasure porridge in the white porcelain bowl followed the overturned bowl and spilled on the brocade tablecloth. As for Junhe, he covered his chest with his hands and arched his back tightly, shrinking into a self-protecting body.

Ling Xiao grabbed the person and carried him into his arms, "Miao Miao, Miao Miao?"

Hearing Ling Xiao's concern, Jun He freed one hand to hold his cuff tightly, and looked at Ling Xiao in pain.

"Chest, woo, my chest hurts..."

Ling Xiao's first reaction was that there was something wrong with the breakfast he ate, and there were only them and half his life left in the dining room, as well as two servants who bowed their heads.

Seeing Ling Xiao staring at him, Ban Sheng holding a black cat in his arms and feeding beef stuffing actually showed a sinister evil smile.

hateful.

Ling Xiao supported the groaning Junhe to lie down on the table where he was eating, supported the table with one hand and turned somersault in the air, and landed behind Ban Shengsheng, startled the servant who was guarding the master's side to call out.

The iron fist with violent veins grabbed Ban Shengsheng's neckline, and said in a deep voice, "What's going on, it's your fault."

Not a question, but a statement of affirmation.

I saw that Ban Sheng's face was gloomy, the smile on his lips did not dissipate, Ling Xiao's deeper eyes stared at his sunken eye sockets, and with force on his wrist, that Ban Sheng's feet left the ground.

The increasingly indented collar strangled Bansheng's neck, and he gradually lost his smile. Ling Xiao couldn't figure out what was hidden in his eyes. He rushed over.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao put down half his life to protect Jun He, and the wild cat was swung under the table by him, and Jun He, who was soft in his arms, was soaked in cold sweat and kept screaming in pain.

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao is looking at me." Ling Xiao was really worried that Jun He had been poisoned.

Seeing him shivering and huddled in his arms, Ling Xiao was helpless, this feeling was really shocking.

Turning his head to find the trace of Ban Sheng, the man staggered in three steps and fled to another side door while leaning on the wall.

Ling Xiao blinked fiercely twice, bent down, put his arms through Jun He's legs and back, and chased him with his arms crossed.

He still comforted Jun He in his arms softly, "Miao Miao, don't be afraid, brother will find you an antidote."

Ban Shengsheng, who slipped away with deep feet and shallow feet, was quickly caught up by Ling Xiao who followed him closely. He slipped into the study room where he gave them the set of pens and inks yesterday, and Ling Xiao followed behind him.

Kicking open the door that was plugged inside, the door bolt with a thick wrist was broken in two. Ling Xiao carried Jun He, who was crying in his arms, into the inner room of the study.

Seeing that Ban Sheng is holding a large Zihao with both hands forward for writing couplets, the body of the pen is pointing towards him Ling Xiao, Ban Sheng is still muttering something.

Ling Xiao frowned, what kind of evil is this? After a while, he didn't see any splashes from that pen, but he was in a panic all his life.

Breaking down and yelling, "What's going on!!!"

He squatted down on the ground like crazy, and then remembered something, hugged the inkstone on the desk with both hands, twisted his hands, and disappeared into the study.

Ling Xiao frowned, stepped across the table in two big strides, and saw the mystery in the study.

The flat ground the size of half a door is sunken, and there is a secret passage that has been hollowed out inside.

The lunatic slipped away from here, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate, and jumped down the secret passage with Jun Hefei in his arms.

Wearing a black robe and hugging the thin blue person, he walked in the dark tunnel, followed the slight noise and walked for dozens of steps, and finally saw the torches hanging on the two walls.

For some reason, Jun He in his arms became more and more quiet. Ling Xiao called him, but Jun He didn't speak, and moved his hand holding his clothes to signal that he was still moving.

Only then did Ling Xiao feel relieved, and continued walking forward. It didn't take long before they came to a place with iron fences that looked like a prison.

There was a school gate vacant on the iron fence, and a bronze plaque was hung. Ling Xiao took off a torch and read the words written on it.

"Yan Luo's pawn shop."

Probe inside, the firelight has turned into a ghostly green, and Ling Xiao's blood is gushing.

Whether he is Yan Luo or a brat, he wants to see what tricks are going on inside.

Stepping into the threshold of the iron fence, the shoulders are straight, like a towering mountain.

Ling Xiao walked into the copper and iron wall called the pawn shop, and looked around, as if entering a medicine shop. The square cells occupied all the walls, and a porcelain altar was placed in each cell, with a faint light on the back.

Ban Shengping was sitting in the upper seat of the pawn shop drinking tea with disheveled hair, but he didn't seem to see Ling Xiao standing beside him, trembling with the teacup in his hand.

Just as he was about to step forward, a short old man with a pair of round glasses stopped him with a tea tray and asked kindly.

"Guest officer, do you want to buy something, or something?"