More than ten years later, Nan Xiao still remembers the wind and snow pouring into the ruined temple, and the crackling sound of firewood burning.
At that time, she didn't have a name yet, and her brother, who had been calling her Nannan, hadn't been taken away by the Yuhua Shen Dynasty.
As long as she can remember, she and her brother have lived in a ruined temple, with a clay statue as their companion.
The spring is warm, and the fresh and tender wild vegetables can satisfy your hunger, and they also have nectar, which is sweet.
Although the summer is very hot, the new cicadas that have just shed their shells can be beaten with a stick and then baked over firewood. They are especially delicious.
The golden autumn was cool, so she and her brother could go early to pick up the ears of rice that fell in the fields.
All year round, she only disliked winter when the cold wind blew through.
Reeds and grass are scattered, rags are thin, and the ruined temple cannot block the cold wind.
Every night, she and her brother could only light a fire to keep warm.
"Crackling——"
The sound of burning firewood is clear and crisp, and the heat is billowing, competing fiercely with the cold wind in the house.
My brother did not sleep peacefully and got up from time to time to add firewood.
Otherwise, once the flames go out, they will turn into two cold corpses the next day.
Therefore, before the cold winter came every year, her brother would take her everywhere to collect firewood and stack them neatly, filling most of the ruined temple.
Her brother once told her that as long as the firewood is burned, her daughter will be one year older and can go to school in the future.
But one time, the firewood that had been prepared so hard was discovered by a middle-aged man who had been cutting firewood in the early days.
In order to save trouble, the woodcutter ignored the two of them and took away a large pile of dry firewood. Then he called his son, who was tall and thick, and arbitrarily snatched away all the wood.
At that time, her brother had been beaten to a bruised nose and face, but he still hugged her huddled behind the clay statue, patted her head, smiled and comforted her.
If they are gone, look for them again. My brother is very strong and he will surely find more.
But, as luck would have it, the severe winter came very early that year.
The goose feathers are whistling heavily, and the mountains and forests are all white.
The clay statue's skin was dry and cracked, and she and her brother had frostbite on their faces, ears, hands and feet.
If the brother hadn't stolen another ax from the village, I'm afraid the brother and sister wouldn't have been able to survive that winter.
Afterwards, my brother would hide some of the firewood in a new pit under the statue in the ruined temple, just in case.
A few years passed like this.
One day, her brother excitedly told her that she had a place to live!
It turned out that an old man without children died in Banyuespo, and the house became empty.
The village chief, who was in his sixties, saw that his brother was pitiful, so he agreed to lend him the house where someone had just died.
In Nan Xiao's memory, that day, her brother held her hand and jumped up and down, and everything was beautiful.
Although the room was not big, it was enough to provide shelter from wind and rain.
In the scorching summer and severe winter, you cannot feel the heat or cold in the house.
Although she occasionally gets hungry, her brother can always find her one or two steamed buns and a few bites of leftover food.
She originally thought that she and her brother could survive until they were old enough to work and earn money.
However, the calm was soon broken.
In order to develop better, the Bao family, under the guidance of experts, built large-scale construction projects in various places and built palaces for immortals to rest.
The Feng Shui magician walked around and finally selected the Banyuepo Village where she and her brother lived.
The village can be called Banyuepo because of its special geographical location.
Seen from above, the village covers an area of a large circle, but it is not perfect. Viewed from the side, the village is low-lying and looks like a smooth and slightly curved moon.
So, with a wave of the master's hand, the Bao family directly bought Banyuepo, built a lot of construction on it, and built a palace specifically for the immortals to rest.
According to Feng Shui masters, the broken house where Nan Xiao and her brother live is located on the spot where the laurel tree is located. It is full of spiritual energy and is the most suitable place for immortals to live.
Originally, the Bao family followed the advice of the master and traded three gold ingots with the owner of the house. However, the owner of the house had passed away long ago, and the three gold ingots were also heavily deducted.
In the end, only two copper coins were left in their hands.
Two copper coins could not buy a shepherd's purse bun in Banyuespo at that time.
Immediately afterwards, the Feng Shui magician bluntly stated that no one from a lowly background was allowed to enter the village, because those people would pollute the Qinghui of the Moon Palace.
After being ordered to leave the two of them, he returned to the ruined temple and started hoarding dry firewood. He drove away two men who stole firewood and survived another cold winter.
Later, my brother was taken away.
Later, I heard from them that my brother was dead.
Later, Lin Xiao fell from the sky and Nannan got a name.
Later, the temple collapsed and one person was buried.
From the beginning to the end, the clay statue blackened by the flames became more and more broken and silent all day long.
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The moon is high in the sky, but the fog is as dark as ink, making it difficult to illuminate Nanxiao.
"Give you another chance and apologize to my sister, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" Bao Wan's eyes were completely covered in darkness, and behind him, there was a sickle that was as high as his, shining brightly.
Nan Xiao tightened Bao Fei's neck and did not give in at all. His eyes were full of determination and determination, and he said: "Then do it. I will help you before you die. You will definitely make a profit!" After saying this, Nan Xiao held the hand With a slight force on the dagger, Bao Fei's right chest was bleeding, like a volcano erupting, flowing down.
Bao Fei screamed in pain and begged Bao Wan miserably: "Brother! Brother! Don't force her! I want to live, I want to live, wuwuwu..."
"What do you want?" Bao Wan's face turned livid, and the sickle behind him soared to a height of three feet.
He has never been insulted like this before.
Especially the ridicule on the faces of the low-cultivation people around him made him hold in his breath but unable to vent it.
"Swear an oath to heaven that you will not cause trouble for me in the future, otherwise you will die."
Nan Xiao took advantage of the victory and pursued her, threatening in a cold voice to make Bao Wan swear an oath.
"you!"
Bao Wan was angry.
How dare you ask him to swear an oath of heaven?
As a cultivator in the realm of Shenqiao, he naturally believes that there are rules in the world.
This restriction may be a great constraint for him in the future.
There is even a real possibility of death for breaking one's oath.
But how could Bao Wan be left to his own devices?
He has always taken the initiative.
The black in Bao Wan's eyes was actually a little bloody.
Next, Bao Wan, who is very savvy, used the mysterious method of "Black Death Tide" to hide the frequency of the ebb and flow of the tide into the sound.
"Bitch girl, I admit that I look down on you, but are you worthy?"
The tide rises and falls, like duckweed in the vast sea.
Bao Wan's words contained a sultry sound, confusing and bewildering, causing those with weak minds to sink into it at worst, or lose their minds at worst.
But Nan Xiao's will is not that fragile, and her eyes are still clear. He said loudly: "This heavenly oath is very simple. As long as you don't trouble me in the future, it won't be triggered at all. Besides, are you not confident enough in your own courage?"
The girl's voice is still a little immature, but full of resilience and unafraid of the vast sea.
Seeing that my sister had lost too much blood and her right chest was collapsed, she was so desperate that her teeth were almost broken.
The dark tide around Nan Xiao receded, Bao Wan's eyes returned to normal, and the sickle disappeared without a trace.
The moonlight was slightly cool, the breeze blew slowly, and the cold sweat behind Nan Xiao wet his clothes again.
Just when Nan Xiao's hands were about to lose strength, Bao Wan said fiercely: "Okay, I, Bao Wan, the cultivator of Qingya Blessed Land Divine Bridge, swear here that I will never cause trouble for Nan Xiao again in the future, otherwise it will be difficult to reach the other side in the future. There is no longer any possibility of promotion to the secret realm of the Dao Palace."
Seeing the surprised looks from the people around her, Nan Xiao knew that this time, she had won the bet.
In fact, she didn't even know how to make an oath.
From hearing about Bao Wan's deeds over the years, Nan Xiao was convinced that he was very thin-skinned.
Since Bao Wan dares to be here today and make an oath of heaven in front of everyone, then he who prides himself on being noble and comes from a merchant family should not break the contract in the future.
"Bao Fei, remember to take care of your wounds, otherwise, one high and one low will insult your status as a rich lady."
