Shanhedu

Ling Xiao's reaction was much faster than others due to his years of martial arts practice.

Fortunately, he turned around and walked over quickly, and helped the bathtub that was crooked on the ground, and a lot of water in it spilled out.

"Does it hurt?"

Ling Xiao first took Jun He's arm to carry him out.

The little orchid essence was wet, wet, slippery, and shook her head.

A pair of black and white eyes stared innocently at Ling Xiao.

"Brother, yes, it poured itself..."

The voice was soft, lest Ling Xiao would blame him.

"nothing."

Ling Xiao put him on the bed without asking about the tub.

Looking at the little orchid grass spirit in front of him, Ling Xiao encountered another difficulty.

Ling Xiao soaked the plum-green gown with his inner garment into the wooden tub next to the bathtub, and he was about to help Jun He wash it.

"Brother?" The little man on the bed looked up at him.

The call pulled back to Ling Xiao who was thinking.

He stood at the end of the bed one step at a time, and found his clean underwear from his luggage.

Taking the handkerchief sent up by the inn, he roughly wiped Jun He's body clean, and then put on the plain clothes.

His underwear was put on Jun He, as if he was about to perform on stage.

The two sleeves cover the hands, not to mention the trouser legs.

But since it was already night, there was no need to worry about so much.

Ling Xiao squatted down and rolled up his trousers a few times, then handed the clean soft towel to Jun He.

"The hair on your head needs to be dried. I'll do the laundry for you. Can I do it myself?"

Xiaolan Caojing was still shaking a pair of feet, holding a soft towel to wipe herself.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the tub and squatted down again.

Putting his hands into the wooden basin in front of him, his fingers grasped the clothes inside and frowned slightly.

The soft cloth was wrapped around the palm of the hand that had held the sword for more than ten years, and it seemed awkward no matter how it was rubbed.

Ling Xiao simply rubbed the clothes wantonly, rinsed them twice, and then hung the clothes in the moonlight outside the window.

When Junhe was about to dry his hair, the two of Ling Xiao heard a noise in the corridor outside.

It was Qing Shui and the others who came back, and the native two were still arguing endlessly.

It sounds harmonious and pleasing to the ear, I think I got used to it along the way.

When the voice died down, Ling Xiao heard Jun He on the bed asking him again.

"Brother, don't you read books or practice calligraphy tonight?"

Only then did Ling Xiao retract his eyes resting on Xiao Lancaojing's ankles.

The nature of food and sex, the nature of food and sex, Ling Xiao said silently in his heart.

Ling Xiao couldn't get rid of the white body that was thrown to the ground together with the bathtub in his mind, Ling Xiao frowned and silently recited a meditation mantra that he had memorized before sitting down.

Take away the drenched veil and let Junhe lie down.

"That's it for tonight, no more practice."

The next day, according to Ling Xiao's instructions, the inn's clerk fed the three horses tied in the stables in the backyard with fat fodder.

In the inn, only Ling Xiao and the other five were eating a table of breakfast.

Qing Shui played with a chopstick with two fingers, pulled out the purse from his waist and threw it in front of Ling Xiao.

"Yinliang, let's travel through mountains and rivers, we must eat, drink, live and travel." The tone was frivolous.

Sitting on the other side eating steamed buns, Tusheng recalled how he had trained him to lower his eyebrows last night, and scoffed and whispered at him for pretending to be rich.

Qing Shui heard it, and gave Tu Sheng a pair of supercilious eyes.

Fugui held up a piece of side dish, "Are we going to hurry today?"

Ling Xiao didn't intend to ask for the silver at first, but Qing Shui said casually, "Whatever it is, we have to buy Jun He a change of clothes." The purse was put into his waist.

These days, Ling Xiao has a little understanding of Qing Shui.

He is really an unruly temperament, seemingly romantic, and doesn't take anything seriously.

But I'm afraid his heart is not as simple as the surface, Ling Xiao only thinks that he has something on his mind and doesn't want to say it.

"Then thank you for thinking of everyone."

Shy in his pocket, Ling Xiao only thanked Qing Shui.

After eating a big steamed bun, Tu Sheng took a mouthful of porridge and hurriedly interrupted.

"I, my, and me! There, there is still the money I earned from working last night."

Junhe and Ling Xiao looked at Qingshui together.

Shimizu, who was eating slowly, showed a seductive smirk again.

"Yeah, yeah, there's money in it, of course we country bumpkins have a share."

After speaking, he looked coldly at Tu Sheng who had already lost his composure.

"Do you still need everyone to toast you?"

Hearing the somber feeling made people feel chills in their hearts, Tu Sheng could only snort because of his yin and yang appearance, and then ignored him, bowed his head and drank the porridge.

In the morning, Qing Shui made back for his embarrassment last night, and now the white porridge stirred in his hand suddenly felt much sweeter.

As the magic fortune teller who already knew the outcome of the game last night, Fugui was left alone and ignored.

Out of the inn, hit the horse eastward.

They walked eastward for more than ten miles from Yuqing Ferry, and then rode into a forest.

The road is long and surrounded by towering trees in all directions.

Tu Sheng was riding on horseback, and Qing Shui was still sitting in front of him.

There is no time for the two of them to "truce".

I don't feel tired from bickering all day long, as if someone can reach the peak and become a fairy after a fight.

The forest behind him was lush and lush, and the leaves of the trees were flying, falling to the ground and almost covering the hoofprints of the horses.

A flexible shadow hung under the treetops, following them closely.

The horse couldn't get out of this forest for a long time. I don't know if the forest is big or they lost their way.

"Hey..." Tu Sheng suddenly let out a yow, as if something kicked him in the back, and the horse couldn't stop hooving.

After a while, Tu Sheng realized that there was a force pulling behind him.

Before he could turn around, this force was enough to pull him off the horse!

"Oh!"

Before Tusheng fell off the horse, he firmly held the rein, but when he fell off the horse suddenly, Tusheng let go of the hand holding the rein, but hugged Qing Shui who was sitting in front of him.

This is great, Qing Shui nestled in Tu Sheng's arms without thinking, and fell down with him.

The horse without the burden on its back ran happily, rattling forward, surpassing Ling Xiao and Jun He.

Only when he didn't see the two big men who were supposed to be sitting on it did he stop the horse, Ling Xiao pulled the rein and ran back.

When Fu Gui, who was leading the way, turned his head, the three of them disappeared, only one horse was left to charge forward.

After pinching the horse's belly twice, a fishing hand grabbed the rein of the native horse.

Sit one and pull the other, and the two horses obediently go back with him to find someone.

"Smelly shameless! You will take me with you when you fall!"

Ling Xiao got off the horse, stood under the horse and carried Junhe off, while the two people sitting on the ground kept arguing beside him.

"Why did I fall down suddenly?! Did you use some sorcery! Was it you?"

Qing Shui closed his eyes and shook his head, and a fan was drawn over.

As if Tusheng was about to strike someone with an axe, he was thrashing on his chest. The pain was so painful that Tusheng arched his back and hissed.

"If I really know how to do it, why do I ride a horse with you! What a mindless thing!"

"you……"

"stop fighting."

Fugui got off the horse, and put one hand into the gray cloth pocket on his waist.

His eyes looked at the tall trees in all directions.

Native "Aiyoyo" rubbing the place where the water had just been beaten.

In fact, it wasn't the place that hurt the most, he dragged Qing Shui off, but he didn't fall, it was all on top of him.

Just as he was about to rub his lower back, his shoulders suddenly bent forward.

Asked Qing Shui who was sitting next to him to look at it, and cursed coolly, "Pretending to be a ghost".

Tu Sheng put his hands on the handle of the hatchet at his waist, raised his head and let out a loud shout.

"Who the hell is looking for trouble with me in the dark?! Come out if you have the ability!"

Several birds in the lower treetops were frightened away by Tu Sheng's voice.

The fluttering wings also croaked a few times, as if complaining that he disturbed their gathering.

The sound of the wind echoes in the forest and sea, and the native is not afraid of the earth.

At this time, he said with a trembling voice in fear: "Ghost...Ghost hit the wall..."

"I see you like a ghost hitting a wall."

Qing Shui Yiliang clapped his palm on Native Yintang.

Fugui didn't smell any strange smell of evil spirits.

He took out the cinnabar and yellow paper, and quickly wrote the Dao talisman with his fingers.

The flimsy piece of paper was hanging in the air like the treasure gourd last time.

Everyone heard Fugui chanting a mantra, and Lin Hai heard other voices.

"What..."

The tall tree behind Tu Sheng swayed violently, and then, a snow-white figure swung from the top of this tree to the top of the next tree, one after another, it was impossible to see who it was.

"Don't run away again! Otherwise, I will take your life!"

Fugui warned sharply.

The nimble figure seemed to be scared, and finally stopped, Gao Shu didn't shake anymore.

Tusheng and Qingshui, who were sitting on the ground, rushed to stand up, and they seemed to "roll" behind Fugui who was standing upright in a circle.

Seeing this, Jun He pulled Ling Xiao's arm and hid behind Fugui, his handsome face wrinkled bitterly.

A group of people are much higher than Fugui, but now they are hugging their heads and covering their faces and shrinking behind Fugui, this scene is very funny.

"Reveal quickly!"

"What~"

The white figure jumped down from the top of the tall tree in front of them.

Wrapped in white clothes, the lower body is a knee-length white skirt, two fluffy white balls are hung on the head, a circle of white fleece is also left around the neck, a pair of big eyes are moist and energetic on the face, and a grass full of grass is carried on the back. basket.

Tu Sheng hid behind Fugui, looking at this pretty little fairy, he was not afraid at once.

Standing up as if lighting a firecracker, he pointed at the goblin and questioned him.

"It was you who kicked me! Tell me! Why are you bothering me!"

Fugui and several people behind him stood beside Tusheng one after another.

Ling Xiao bent down and pulled up the little blue grass spirit who was still squatting on the ground filling mushrooms.

This little goblin looks pretty, and her words are touching.

It's just bad intentions.

Pointing at Native's face, he screamed for blame.

"That day you captured my little sister in the mountains and stripped her skin, why do you think I'm bothering you?

Today, I came to avenge my little sister! "

The five of them in Ling Xiao were shocked. They didn't expect that they ate someone's own sister in the cave that day.

He opened his eyes again to see the little elf, it turned out to be a goat spirit.

Tusheng was speechless. He had indeed caught and slaughtered the sheep with his own hands.

The blood was also washed away by the rain outside the cave with his leg of lamb upside down.

A "murder case" fell on him, and Tu Sheng suddenly lost his mind.

Fugui knew it well, no wonder he didn't smell anything strange.

Looking at the sheep in front of him, it should be a sheep that has just been cultivated.

Clearing his throat, "We are indeed sorry for you, and... your sister."

The little demon raised his chin, folded his arms around his chest, "Hmph!"

Tusheng was at a loss, his heart flustered like ants on a hot pan.

"Yo~ little girl, that's easy to say."

Turning around, Qing Shui opened the fan, and looked at the little demon with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You, you just use his big ax to chop up the murderer who ate your sister.

Anyway, it's useless to keep him, it's quite a delay for all of us to breathe..."

"You shut up!"

Angrily, Tu grabbed Qing Shui's clothes from behind and glared at him angrily.

Qing Shui pretended not to see but not to hear, fanned his fan as if watching a good show, and waited for the little demon to say something.

Ling Xiao was at a loss for a while, so he just waited for the little monster in front of him to speak.

After all, several of them also have a share in eating sheep.

The goblin with two white pompoms on top of his head rolled his eyes, and then let go of his hands on his waist.

"I don't want to chop him anymore, it's because my hand hurts, I want to eat grass!"

He raised a finger and pointed at Junhe who was standing beside Ling Xiao.

Xiao Lancao Jing reacted immediately, pulling Ling Xiao's sleeve to hide behind him.

Moaning and chirping for leniency for himself.

"Oh, don't, don't eat Junhe...don't eat Junhe...Junhe has to go east, go east with brother..."

Ling Xiao clasped the back of his hand and comforted him softly. Jun He remembered the roast chicken and roast duck they ate in Baiji Town when they first came out of the mountain, and was suddenly stimulated and cried while hugging Ling Xiao.

"I don't want to, I don't want to! Brother, I don't want to be eaten, I don't want to be turned into roast chicken and roast duck...don't don't..."

"Junhe, Junhe."

Ling Xiao turned around and hugged the little orchid grass spirit and brought it into his arms.

With one hand, he stroked Xiaolancao's delicate and soft hair, and with the other, he stroked his back.

"It won't turn into roast chicken and duck, good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The little demon looked at the person surrounded by the fragrance of bluegrass and cried like a little lamb, so he didn't speak again in embarrassment.

Qing Shui put away the joke after seeing Jun He's cowardly face, looked at the white goat demon and said, "You little girl, you have a big appetite, you can't stand our family, or, change your request."

"Ha, it's exactly, you, you should change your request." Tu Sheng echoed Qing Shui.

Fugui was too lazy to say much, he swung his fingers to control the talisman paper hanging in mid-air.

"Hey, don't catch me! You, I'm here to ask for an explanation for my little sister!"

The little goblin looked at Fugui who was about to strike in fear.

"What request, tell me quickly." Fugui urged her.

The little demon withdrew his hand and froze in place for a moment.

The fair little face flushed a little, and then she pointed to Qing Shui who was fanning herself.

"I want you!"

After the white goat demon lost her sister for two days, she found her body by smell.

And followed Tusheng and his group from a distance, hiding the smell.

Those who have been hiding their faces for several days have already been seduced by Qing Shui's suave and suave face.

After saying this, Qing Shui was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed.

Tusheng and the others didn't understand the connection for a while, and they didn't understand until Qingshui rejected the little demon.

The Aries little demon was already shy about making the request just now, but when Qing Shui mercilessly rejected him, he became angry from embarrassment.

A sharp dagger flashed from the white sleeve, and with a fierce "baa", it flew towards them, not sure whether it was aimed at Tusheng or Qingshui.

Fugui at the side made a decisive decision, and chanted a spell to control the talisman paper, and the talisman paper was going to be pasted on the body of the white sheep demon.

The golden light was exposed, just about to stick to the little demon's body.

The thing turned back into its real body, a goat covered with soft white fur.

The small straw basket on the back was also left behind, and the white goat pouted its short tail and let out a "baa".

With powerful hops on the front and back legs, it disappeared into the lush jungle.

The white sheep demon jumped away, and Jun He was persuaded by Ling Xiao to look up from his arms.

After wiping away his tears and sobbing twice, Ling Xiao carried him on the horse and continued on his way.

This time, they rode forward side by side, and the three horses also filled the path.

"Why did you think there was a ghost around us last time, but this time you couldn't feel the white sheep?"

Ling Xiao asked Fugui with a sideways glance.

"It mainly depends on the taste." The magic operator poured out the truth.

"What? That ghost still smells?" Native Dabang looked at him with a prickly face.

Fugui has a short hair, and said with an old-fashioned face: "People, ghosts, demons, monsters, elves, and spirits all have a smell on their bodies, and the smell on a monster's body is the worst."

"Oh, then, then you should smell him," Tusheng interjected again, signaling Fugui to smell the clear water,

"See if he turned into a vixen."

"Heh." Shimizu smiled disdainfully.

Fugui grabbed the rein and glanced at Qingshui, he already knew his real body in his heart, but he didn't tell Tusheng.

Jun He sat in Ling Xiao's arms, with a large handful of wild fruits that Ling Xiao picked from a tree just now on the front of his green shirt.

Sweet and sour, I finally coaxed Lancao Jing into not being afraid of turning into roast chicken and duck.

After biting off half of the fruit, he asked Fugui curiously, "Then, why can't you smell that sister Yang?"

Qing Shui on the side laughed angrily when he heard Jun call that little goblin.

Fugui answered him, "This white sheep should have just become a demon not long ago.

I can only smell when everything has evil thoughts.

It is not always possible to feel foreign objects around you. "

Jun He nodded half understanding, then tilted his head to look at Ling Xiao, "Brother, what are evil thoughts?"

"Hey, let me answer this for you."

Before Ling Xiao could speak, Qing Shui looked at Jun He.

Jun He turned his gaze to Qing Shui aside, and the others followed him.

Qing Shui sneered and glanced at Tu Sheng sitting behind him.

"It's like him, if he wants to fall off his horse and pulls me up, I'll be thrown too. This is an evil thought!"

"You nonsense! I didn't mean it."

Tu Sheng stared at Qing Shui to defend himself.

"Heh, who knows if you have intentions or not." Qing Shui listened to the bumpkin's explanation without interrupting.

Fugui had been listening to the two of them arguing all the way, and at this moment, he also felt that the two of them were really in a hurry, as soon as he pulled the reins, the horse ran away.

Ling Xiao felt that Qing Shui's explanation was inappropriate, so he squeezed Jia Ma's stomach suddenly.

As soon as he pulled the rein, he ran a long way, and he still had to explain to Jun He the meaning of "evil thoughts" in person.

It was hot at noon, and a group of people tied their horses to graze in the shade of the trees, while they sat and rested in the shade of the trees.

Qing Shui alone found several pheasants from the forest, lit a fire and roasted them, eating the meat without saying a word.

Tusheng sat cross-legged and shrunk into a big ball, for fear of eating any more chicken sisters and chicken sisters.

Let Qing Shui look at him and laugh at him, and finally generously rewarded Tusheng with a chicken leg.

Ling Xiao picked a lot of wild fruits for Junhe, and Junhe felt a little sour in his mouth when he ate it.

Finally, with the help of Ling Xiao, they picked out sweet ones to share with Fugui and the others.

Layers of tree shade blocked the scorching sun, and the group of them sat and chatted under the tree, and somehow they talked about the purpose of Ling Xiao's eastward journey.

"When the accident happened at home, I was not on the mountain, and I didn't know about the secret meeting between my father and various sects.

As for those people's rumors that my father was insane, this is absolutely not true. "

Qing Shui grabbed Native's clothes and wiped his fan bones, and asked him quietly.

"Then if you go to Dongshan and find your adoptive father, will it prove that your family has been wronged by people with a heart?"

Ling Xiao frowned, thinking of the past, the past of the Ling family in Xinu Mountain in the rivers and lakes.

He said righteously: "My mother told me that the secret meeting that day, the adoptive father returned to Dongshan early because he had something to do.

Afterwards, my father was bedridden for seven days before he drove west of Hexi, but he couldn't say a word during this time, the soup couldn't be fed into his mouth, and the medicine and food were useless.

When I got home, I hid the news of my father's death from the outside world.

It wasn't until the seventh hour of my father's first birthday that the news came out. My mother and I didn't know the inside story of the secret meeting between him and various sects in Jianghu that day.

Now that most of the West Bank has changed, I, I don't know, there are other ways to avenge my Ling family.

But my father and adoptive father have been married to Jinlan since decades ago, and they will take care of the Kyushu division.

In this world, only the prestige of my adoptive father can prove my Ling family's innocence. "

"Why do you have to go to Jingyun Mountain in person? Can you ask someone to ask you a letter?"

"In the past, the Ling family punished evil and eliminated countless traitors, but now the family is dilapidated and has many enemies. It is a long way from the west end to the east pole, and there is no one to take over.

Before I set out on the road, I tried to find messengers and martial arts masters, but they refused to help me. I am afraid that the pigeons will not remember the long journey halfway through the flight. "

"But why did your adoptive father go back so quickly? Didn't you say that your father passed away only half a month ago? Then he returned to Jingyun Mountain?" Tusheng wondered.

"The adoptive father is indeed a man of gods. He has already practiced the Tao. He heard that he can walk thousands of miles. In this day and age, he should have returned to Jingyun Villa."

The atmosphere in the world became dignified, but it was Jun He who patted Ling Xiao on the shoulder first.

"Brother, we, Qingshui, Tusheng, Fugui, will accompany you to find your adoptive father. Don't be sad."

Xiaolan Caojing's words sounded like the best golden sore medicine in Ling Xiao's heart, and healed most of the grievances and sores in his heart.

Ling Xiao collected his emotions before regaining his usual calmness and fortitude.

He stroked the fine hair on both sides of Fu Junhe's temples, expressing that he was fine.

After resting for a while, the horses had eaten enough grass, so they got on the horses and continued on their way.

The tall trees of this generation were full of tall trees and no one was inhabited. They walked to the stilted building where they felt isolated all the way until it was dark.

As if seeing a savior, Tu Sheng let go of the rein and was about to dismount.

"It's time to go to the inn, I'm almost starving to death..."

He also imagined that there were big white steamed buns, good wine and good food waiting for him inside.

Qing Shui reluctantly grabbed his outer belt, and stopped him: "You said you don't have a brain, but you really don't have a brain."

"What?" Tu Sheng looked bewildered.

A few crows crowed on the invisible treetops, making this small building on stilts with no village in front and shop in the back even more eerie and strange.

Tusheng didn't dare to move his feet.

Fugui sat on the horse, counted his fingers and got off the horse silently, but he just stood beside the horse and did not step forward.

Ling Xiao was upright and awe-inspiring, with a stern face, and his face was only a little soft when he hugged Junhe off the horse.

Wait for their group to stand in front of the small building.

Without even hearing a word, the two black wooden doors opened to them spontaneously.