Cannon fodder and the book-wearing hero's Shura field

"What are you looking at, little Fusang?" He Lian-jun was dressed in a snow-white robe, "Why? This? Such an expression?"

Lu Xiuyuan's eyes were a little bit astringent.

Fuso.

is my name?

He didn't even have time to think about it? What is the system doing? Ghost, just relying on subconsciousness, walked over to grab He Lianjun's long sleeves, and asked a little wronged: "Why did you come back?"

"Huh?" He Lian's expression was indifferent, but her voice could be heard a few words of petting, "Are you in a hurry?"

After saying that, he waved his long sleeves, and a red shirt appeared out of nowhere in his hands.

Lu Xiuyuan, maybe he should be called Fusang now.He walked over, held the clothes with his hands, looked at them a few times, and asked, "Is this for me?"

"No," said Helian-jun, "I bought it for myself."

What a liar.

Fusang obviously didn't believe his nonsense, he took it in his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Thank you, Helian."

He Lian lowered her eyes, looked at him, and saw that he was wearing her own clothes with the hem trailing behind, walking barefoot on the snow.

The feet that were originally white paint were red from the cold.

He frowned deeply, and said coldly, "Where are your shoes?"

Fusang lowered his head with some guilty conscience, looked around, paused in the snow, pointed to the distance and said, "It's over there."

"If you do this again next time, don't come out?" He Lian said indifferently.

Seeing life? Angry?, Fusang hugged the red clothes and lowered his head, reluctantly said: "Got it?"

Seeing his appearance, He Lian looked at him for a while, knowing that he was stubborn, so she could only sigh helplessly, then stepped on the snow, walked not far away, took the shoes, and walked back again.

He lowered himself at the door of Fusang, held the shoe in one hand, and said softly, "Lift your feet."

Fusang raised his feet obediently, and watched He Lian put the shoes on for him, his voice was cold, but his movements were very gentle.

His heart moved when he saw it, and after He Lian put on the shoes for him, he suddenly slipped into his arms, murmuring coquettishly.

"Still acting like a baby," He Lian was always helpless towards this red fox. He let the child hug his neck, "When the next year is over, according to the calculation of the world, you will be 12 years old."

Fusang did not let go.

He Lian sighed helplessly again, looked at the little red under the child's clothes, and said, "The tail is showing again? After a while? Don't scare people."

Hearing this, Fusang looked behind him and saw that his red tail was particularly conspicuous under his white robe. He blushed for the first time, let go of Helian's neck, and retracted his own tail.

"He Lian, let's go for a while? Do you want to go down the mountain?"

He Lian stretched out her hands to straighten her long sleeves that had been wrinkled by Fusang, looked at the low sky, and nodded her head.

"Going down the mountain? To the lake."

"Huh?" Fusang said upon hearing this, "Are you going to pick up the blessing lamps in the world?"

Every year on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, people in the world pray for blessings. They will bathe and change their clothes on this day, and then send blessing lamps to the lake in the evening and watch the lamps drift away.

In this way, the gods living on the mountain can receive their wishes.

The sky is floating again? Fine snow.

He Lianjun nodded, grabbed Fusang's hand and said: "Let's go."

The two of them walked towards the lake together.

Fusang stepped on the snow carefully, and asked curiously: "Helian, why? Called? Lake?"

Snow fell on He Lian's hair, making the whole person look deserted, and he said: "Buddha is just a dead man, so is a fairy, I don't know? It's gone? It's gone? , if you only know about it, you won’t be able to do it.[1]”

His voice was indifferent, like the snow all over the sky, when the sound fell? There was no trace.

Fusang was originally a little fox freely bred by heaven and earth. How could he understand these principles? He nodded his head half-understood, and walked down the mountain in a bouncing manner.

The setting sun passes by the treetops, and the red color is reflected on the water.

He Lian and Fu Sang stood by the lake, one tall and one short looking at the setting sun.

The last point? When the light and news are exhausted, where the water and the sky meet, thousands of blessing lamps illuminate the entire lake.

Blessing lamps carved into lotuses floated here, and He Lian saw them one by one? The lights hit the side of his face, making him look a bit gentle?

The little fox was stunned for a moment, until a hand knocked on his head a few times before he came back to his senses.

He Lian was holding a lotus in her hand, "Thinking? What? You're so? Fascinated."

Fusang said: "They all wrote in the lamp? What??"

He Lian said: "Think? Do you know?"

Fusang nodded.

He Lian's expression eased, and she read those blessing wishes to the little fox one by one.

The wishes of people in this world are very simple. They are nothing more than praying for good weather, stability in the country and a good harvest in the coming year.

Or, seek a good marriage for her daughter.

He read slowly, until he picked up another lotus lantern, he paused?.

I saw the words on the lamp: "May Mr. Helian of Dazeshan be safe and happy, and be smooth and worry-free."

This is only a blessing lamp, which is a blessing to God.

After the little fox heard it, his eyes rolled? He asked, "Who wrote it?"

He Lian came back to her senses in a daze. He turned over the blessing paper, only to see two characters? written crookedly on the back.

Fuso.

He Lian's heart softened, and amidst the little fox's urging voice, she glanced at him, and then said indifferently: "The words are too? Ugly?"

Fusang: "..."

Is this the point?

He Lian said again: "Start practicing calligraphy tomorrow."

Fusang: "..."

I am a sinful claw.

Time flies by in the mountains? Fusang still likes to steal Helian's clothes, but the hem of the clothes no longer drags behind her back, showing her slender and thin ankles instead.

He has grown into a 17-year-old boy.

This day, he put on the white robe and practiced calligraphy on the table.

Practiced? This? For many years, the word is still a little? No improvement? It is still crooked as if it was blown crooked by a strong wind.

But Fusang didn't care. He had just finished writing a word with a brush when he heard the door of the courtyard knock.

He jumped happily? Get up?, rushed to the door and said: "He Lian, how are you doing today? This? What?... slow."

Before I could finish that word, Lord Helian helped a young man to come in.

The man had fine features, but he seemed to have been injured, and his face was pale.

Fusang's joy was diluted? Quite a bit. He stood at the door with his arms crossed, squinting at the young man, "Helian, who is he?"

"I don't know," He Lianjun turned sideways, exposing the young man's wound and said, "heal his wound first."

I saw a long/arrow in his waist and abdomen, and the bright red blood couldn't stop flowing down, staining his gray shirt red.Fusang didn't expect that it would be so serious, he was taken aback for a moment, took this woman from He Lianjun, and placed him on the bed.

After a few days of self-cultivation, the young man was out of danger. He was grateful to the two, and said that his name was "Ayun". He was hunted down by his enemies and accidentally shot an arrow.

Ayun said that when he recovered from his injury, he would leave immediately.

He Lianjun agreed? Fusang didn't feel too much about it. He still stalked people when he should, practiced calligraphy when he was practicing calligraphy, and occasionally sneaked down the mountain to play around.

But, after a while, he changed his mind.He felt that this "Ayun" was a bit weird, especially when he looked at He Lian, he always lowered his head very low, not because he didn't dare to look, but because he had deeper thoughts mixed in.

Fusang subconsciously dislikes him.

It's just that this person doesn't seem to understand people's minds, and always loves to come to him and ask some random questions.

Fusang smiled and gave the order to chase away guests, turned around and walked into Mr. Helian's room.

Holding a book, He Lian saw the little fox come in, raised her head and said, "Have you finished practicing calligraphy?"

"No," Fusang was a little unhappy, "I don't want to practice anymore?"

Feeling that the little fox was in the wrong mood, he put down the book and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Fusang didn't speak.

He Lian knew that he was losing his temper again. "After a while, it will be the blessing festival in the world. Then I will take you to the world to light the lanterns."

Hearing this, where is there anything on Fusang's face? Not happy, "Really?"

He Lian said: "Really."

Fusang got so carried away that she accidentally exposed her tail again.

He Lian gently pinched the tip of his tail with her fingers, "It's here? In the mortal world, can't it be exposed at will?"

Fusang's tail was pinched, his face turned red, and a strangeness flashed in his eyes.

He was just about to let He Lian let go and stop playing with his tail, when he turned his head, he suddenly saw a gray figure passing by the window?

Fusang frowned tightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Thinking furtively? What are you doing??

Only a few days later, that sneaky Ayun left the mountain.

Fusang quickly forgot him and waited for the blessing festival on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

The 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

Two figures, one red and one white, were particularly conspicuous walking on the street.

The two passed by the market, surrounded by a dazzling array of lights of various colors.

The two walked to the moat and put the lamp into the water. Fusang looked at the people around him, turned his eyes, and said to Helian, "Do you think the gods can receive our blessings?"

He Lian-jun squinted? He glanced at it and said calmly, "Yes."

Fusang said again: "Don't you ask me what I wrote? What? A wish?"

He Lian was very cooperative and asked: "Write it? What?"

He thought Fusang would? As in previous years, he wrote his blessings.

But this time Fusang said: "I hope that the two of us will last forever and never be separated."

He was dressed in red, his pupils were extremely black, and he looked very serious.

Mr. He Lian moved his finger? He didn't answer, but moved his eyes to the prayer lamp in the lake.

Fusang's eyes dimmed? What's in his heart? Things are rapidly decaying.

The lights in the river were scattered, and the crescent moon hung dimly on the surface of the water. After a long while, he heard He Lianjun say softly: "Okay."

Only one word.

His heart revived.

The two didn't go back until very late, and the task of watching blessings fell to the next day.

The little fox didn't follow him because of his sleepiness, until Mr. He Lian came back, but saw that his face was not very good.

He asked what's the matter? He Lianjun only said a few words that he was fine.

It's just that Fusang saw He Lianjun's mood getting worse day by day. This state lasted until one day after three months. Fusang slipped down the mountain and passed by the lake. There are many blessing lights floating in the sky.

Because it was daytime, the lights of the blessing lamps were a little dim.

He frowned? Frown, forget it? Count the days, not a festival for blessing.

He accidentally turned it on? A blessing lamp.

The moment he saw the content, he was stunned?

I saw what was written on the blessing paper?:

Get out of Daze Mountain.

Dirty monster.

Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty...

Lord Helian, as a god, should not be mixed with evil spirits.

They want Mr. Helian to hand him over.

They say the fox's dirty blood will... dirty? God's blood.

Fusang raised his head, and could vaguely see that the blessing lamps were lighting up the surface of the lake, and the lake water was flickering strangely.

In a trance, he seemed to really smell the dirty smell on his body.

The author has something to say: I thought it was the next year, but it was actually the top of the year.

I thought it was the top of the year, but it was actually the bottom of the year.

Lu Manman/Lu Xiuyuan/Little Fusang: I didn't expect that.

Hahahahaha.

The previous chapter is not long, and the next chapter will end!

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