"We are pests, we are pests..."
Lu Xiaosan was laughing and squatting on the side of the road with a melon in his arms, chewing on it.
The melons were naturally stolen from a farmyard at the foot of the mountain.
Lu Xiaosan felt a little ashamed, but smiled to comfort himself.
This is not considered stealing.
The owner seems to have run away. If you don't pick it, it will fall to the ground, break, and rot in the spring rain.
Lu Xiaosan thought sincerely and looked around again.
Le Chaotian was not here. Just walking on the road, the old boy suddenly said that he saw an old friend and wanted to visit him.
Then he disappeared.
Lu Xiaosan was very hungry after waiting, even though he seemed to be about to enter the Tao.
But not yet after all.
It is reasonable to be hungry.
So it is reasonable to steal a melon.
It's just that after waiting for a long time, until Lu Xiaosan finished eating the melon, he still didn't see the figure of the uncle who made the music, so Lu Xiaosan looked a little sad.
Naturally, the young boy wouldn't worry about Le Chaotian luring him out and throwing him away.
Just very skeptical.
I suspected that Le Chaotian saw delicious food outside and planned to eat alone before coming back.
Lu Xiaosan waited there boredly, then took off the gourd silk from his waist and blew it randomly.
In fact, after staying with Le Chaotian for so long, Lu Xiaosan naturally knows how to play such a thing, but he just doesn't like to play well.
Moreover, he had to brag about it in front of Le Chaotian, looking at him with a helpless look on his face, which was not a great pleasure in the world.
After blowing for a long time, Lu Xiaosan felt as if raindrops were dripping on his arms. He raised his head and looked at the sky. There seemed to be some signs of rain in the gloomy spring day.
"Happy!"
Lu Xiaosan rubbed his arms and stood up, holding the gourd silk and shouting towards the surrounding green mountains.
Unfortunately, after shouting for a long time, he still didn't hear Le Chaotian's response.
The young boy thought angrily.
Okay, okay, you are so happy, you must be eating alone.
Then don't blame me for not leaving melons for you to chew on.
Lu Xiaosan carried the sword on his back and hung the gourd silk on his waist. Then he picked up another melon from the side, bit it in his mouth, and ran towards the mountain with his hands in his hands.
The spring rain came very suddenly. If the little boy didn't move faster, he would probably be soaked in the rain.
Lu Xiaosan hid under a big tree in the mountain, and then gnawed on the melon happily.
"I tell you to eat alone. I tell you to eat alone. I won't leave you a bite of this melon."
Lu Xiaosan muttered something.
Just as he was eating, Lu Xiaosan felt something strange, why there was some sticky liquid on his body.
It seemed to be dripping from the trees.
Lu Xiaosan hesitated for a moment, raised his head while holding the melon, and then stood there blankly.
I saw a little girl about my own age lying on the thick branches of the old tree, staring at the melon in her hand and drooling.
Seeing Lu Xiaosan looking up at this time, the little girl hurriedly raised her head and pretended to look at the spring rain.
"Hey, it's raining heavily!"
The little girl's voice was crisp.
It was probably just like the sound of Lu Xiaosan chewing this melon.
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a long time, and then continued to eat the melon.
"Yeah, it's really big!"
The little girl swallowed.
That melon is really big.
She didn't know why the two of them were talking about the rain, but she just thought of the melon in the hands of the young boy with the sword on his back.
Spring rain naturally has a quiet artistic conception.
But the secluded artistic conception often needs to be eaten and drunk before you can appreciate it.
So the little girl hesitated and lowered her head again.
"What are you eating? Can you give me a bite?"
Lu Xiaosan was very sincere.
"Melon, don't you have eyes?"
The girl in the tree was choked and speechless by Lu Xiaosan's sincere rhetorical question.
When I ask you what you are eating, do you think you really don’t know?
It's just to appear polite.
The little girl was obviously very angry. She lay on the branch and kept panting.
But she soon calmed down, and she didn't know what she thought of. She turned her head and said quietly: "Yes, how do you know."
Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a moment.
"Then you're still drooling? Do you know it's raining heavily?"
The little girl continued to say quietly: "Because I heard the sound of eating and the sound of rain hitting the leaves."
Lu Xiaosan felt very guilty - he would probably turn into a skeleton a few hundred years later, and he would have to slap himself twice when he thought about it.
So he stood up on tiptoes sincerely and handed over the melon in his hand.
"thanks, thanks."
The little girl said happily, reaching out to pick up the half melon.
Lu Xiaosan sneered, took the melon back, brought it to his mouth and took a bite. The crunchy sound sounded particularly tempting.
"Aren't you blind? How come you can see when I hand you a melon?"
"..."
Who is Lu Xiaosan?
A victorious general who has experienced many battles in mischief and teasing others.
Naturally, it was impossible to be deceived so easily.
The little girl's eyes turned red, she sat up on the branch silently and turned around.
Lu Xiaosan: "......"
I couldn't bear to look at you the most, so you turned your back to me.
The young boy sighed and let go of the melon in his hand.
"Okay, I'll give it to you."
The little girl jumped down from the tree.
"thanks, thanks."
Then he squatted aside, not bothering to have Lu Xiaosan's saliva on it, and began to gnaw on the melon.
Lu Xiaosan was very curious.
"This melon is right at the bottom of the mountain. You can see it from here. Why don't you pick it yourself?"
"Because...because I'm afraid of being scolded."
The little girl's voice was very vague.
"..." Lu Xiaosan said earnestly, looking at the little girl squatting there, "Afraid of being scolded? You need to be more unrestrained. When I'm hungry, I eat melon, and when I'm thirsty, I drink water. Am I going to starve to death and still wonder if I will be scolded for stealing a melon?"
The little girl raised her face with white melon seeds and looked at Lu Xiaosan for a long time. There seemed to be a faint light in her eyes - this time it was probably real.
She lowered her head and said softly: "I am different from you."
Lu Xiaosan thought: Could it be that a young boy can steal but a young girl cannot?
"I am a demon."
Lu Xiaosan nodded sincerely for a moment.
"That's true."
After all, no matter how messed up Lu Xiaosan is, he still knows that the human world and the demon clan are currently fighting.
"But since no one will see it, you can just steal it."
Lu Xiaosan was very confident.
While nibbling on the melon, the little girl asked sincerely: "Are you not a human being?"
"I... of course I'm not. I, Lu Xiaosan, am the great swordsman in the world. You know the swordsman, he just throws his head up to the sky and laughs and goes out. How can I be the kind of free and wanton swordsman from Penghao? .”
The little girl stopped chewing the melon, raised her head and stared blankly at Lu Xiaosan. After a long time, she turned back and continued chewing the melon.
"But you don't look like it either."
This sentence is very hurtful.
After all, the young boy wearing spring clothes that were not very thin still looked a bit clumsy and bloated.
Lu Xiaosan felt that if it were his senior brother here, his handsome appearance would probably be more convincing to the world.
But Lu Xiaosan was not angry, he just smiled very mysteriously and charmingly.
"It doesn't matter, let the sword fly for a while."
What does the little girl want the sword to fly?
But the next moment, she stopped chewing on the melon and stared blankly at the spring rain with her small mouth open.
In the spring rain, several sword lights fell brilliantly towards the world.
Then he stopped in front of the young boy.
Lu Xiaosan smiled lightly and stood leaning against the tree with his sword behind his back.
"Look, it doesn't matter whether you look like it or not. What's important is whether it looks like it or not."
The little girl was stunned for a long time.
"Are you really a swordsman?"
Lu Xiaosan stood there extremely coolly, held his head high and said proudly: "Of course."
Despite the bloated spring clothes, the appearance of gnawing melons, and the age of eleven or twelve years old, no matter how you look at it, he does not look like a swordsman.
Just facing those cold light swords that came through the spring rain with awe-inspiring sword intent.
The little girl still believed a lot.
But I’m not entirely convinced yet, after all, it could be a coincidence.
So she tilted her head and thought for a long time, looked at Lu Xiaosan and asked, "Then can you still let them fly back?"
The look on Lu Xiaosan's face froze.
This appearance made the little girl who had already believed a lot once again have a lot of doubts in her heart.
That kind of look is very hurtful.
So Lu Xiaosan felt deeply humiliated.
He sneered, raised his hand and pointed it like a sword, trying to stimulate the weak vitality in his body.
Lu Xiaosan drew a very strange pattern in the spring rain.
Although the little girl didn't understand what it meant, she still looked at it with bright eyes - in fact, Lu Xiaosan was writing her own name.
"Look, this sword is ready to go."
Lu Xiaosan finished speaking, and then took advantage of the moment when the little demon girl of unknown origin looked forward, turned around and was about to run away.
Just as he started to turn around, Lu Xiaosan stopped strangely.
The little demon girl made a very surprised sound there.
The young boy turned around.
In the spring rain and green mountains, there are swords ringing loudly. Those swords parked in the mountains really followed the young boy's sword finger and cut through the spring rain, like several streams of light intertwined together. In an instant, it disappeared into the sky above the green mountains.
Lu Xiaosan looked down at his hands.
Could he really be a swordsman?
Oh, okay, I won!
Lu Xiaosan was overjoyed.
The little girl turned her head and looked at Lu Xiaosan's strange movements.
"What are you going to do?"
Little girl, do you have many questions?
Lu Xiaosan coughed lightly.
"Since you don't believe it, then I will leave naturally, little girl. We will meet again in the future."
In the little girl's eyes, which were opening wider and wider, Lu Xiaosan was floating in the wind.
Just when he reached the height of the branch, Lu Xiaosan suddenly lost control and landed on the branch.
Fortunately, the little boy reacted quickly and hugged the branch to prevent him from falling.
He looked up and saw a young man looking at him with a smile.
"Le Chaotian, you bastard!"
...
Lu Xiaosan's dream of being a swordsman was fleeting.
...
Le Chaotian did not eat alone. Instead, he brought back a roast chicken for Lu Xiaosan from somewhere.
So the bastard Le Chaotian quickly turned into a great and sacred musician uncle.
Lu Xiaosan and the little demon girl squatted under the tree, sharing the roast chicken.
My mouth is full of oil after eating.
Anyway, I am no longer a swordsman, so it doesn't matter if I eat a little more ravenously.
Lu Xiaosan can move freely.
Le Chaotian looked at this little mouse demon that appeared out of nowhere with great curiosity - squirrels are also rats.
Huangliang people are also human beings.
The little girl’s name is Pinecone.
Probably doesn't know how to use lightning whip.
He escaped all the way from Bailu City.
When Lu Xiaosan heard Song Guo say that he came from Bailu City, he raised his head in surprise and hurriedly swallowed the chicken drumstick.
"Isn't Bailu now occupied by your demon clan?"
Lu Xiaosan was puzzled.
Pinecone said softly: "That will happen later."
Le Chaotian sat on the rock beside him, wiping his cucurbit silk that Lu Xiaosan had ruined, and tried blowing it twice more, but the boy didn't block anything, and then put it back on his waist. , looked at the little girl Pinecone with great interest.
Pinecone held the chicken leg in his hand and said sadly.
"Before they got into chaos and started fighting, the city lord started driving us away in the city..."
This little demon who escaped all the way from Bailu told those stories sadly.
Le Chaotian listened quietly, and probably understood something - before the mountain fire was ignited, someone had already started to gather momentum in Bailu, and the emotional weeds had already accumulated in that southern plain city.
So it got out of hand.
The rapid fall of Bailu naturally had many factors unknown to the world.
The little girl fell silent at the end, looking at the roast chicken in her hand quietly, and then turned to look at Le Chaotian, who looked very gentle and young, and made her feel a lot of intimacy.
Lu Xiaosan is not a swordsman, so what about this person who was called Uncle Master by that young boy?
Le Chaotian is naturally not a swordsman.
Not even a swordsman.
He is a Taoist.
Le Chaotian naturally knew what the little girl named Song Guo meant when she looked at him, but he just sat on the rock very calmly.
Le Chaotian was naturally helpless.
This wildfire still only burns at the human level.
Entry of people like them will only be counterproductive.
So Song Guo also understood what Le Chaotian meant.
Silence can sometimes be an answer in itself.
Le Chaotian looked outside the green mountains, but he didn't have any excessive emotions. He just said softly: "Have you ever seen a heavy rain for a long time?"
Pinecone shook his head.
"No matter how fierce the wildfire is, it will naturally stop one day."
Le Chaotian said slowly.
However, to Song Guo's ears, these were probably very heartless words.
only.
The superior one faces the abyss.
The one below is like water.
Le Chaotian had no intention of telling young girls about such things.
So the spring rain stopped quickly.
Le Chaotian walked towards the foot of the green mountain.
Lu Xiaosan looked at the little girl named Song Guo there for a long time, without saying anything, and hurriedly followed her.
However, after the two of them walked for a long time, they found that the little demon girl was following them holding the unfinished roast chicken.
Lu Xiaosan looked at her curiously and asked, "Why are you still following us?"
Song Guo said sincerely: "I'm afraid I won't have roast chicken to eat in the future."
Le Chaotian is the kind of person who can tell at a glance that he is very rich.
Because he is very happy, very chic, very indifferent and very calm.
People without money often find it difficult to behave like this.
...
Ye Hanzhong stood on the high mountain, quietly watching the spring breeze in the world.
The black robe never stopped blowing in the mountain wind, constantly making many hunting sounds.
Like this human fire.
Those who were displaced were not only the common people, but also the demon clan.
Demon clans are on the rise in the world.
But it does not mean that all monsters will try to escape from the human world with a sense of panic.
Ye Hanzhong had never seen such a story about a little demon called Pinecone in the green mountains of the south.
But it doesn't stop him from seeing many things.
Of course, this doesn't mean he will show mercy.
There are too many variables in the story of the south. My junior brother became the emperor. It would be unimaginable for anyone.
This forced him to return to Huai'an.
It's just that although some stories are a little biased, they don't affect the overall situation.
The overall situation in the South has naturally been decided for a long time.
When the wind of ghosts and ghosts blows from the big swamp.
But in their opinion, there are still things that can be done better.
For example, Lanli became the king of Chu.
Once such an emperor, who has been suppressed for thousands of years, breaks free of his restraints, he will naturally bring great trouble to Huai'an under the protection of the goddess.
It's a pity that he died.
Ye Hanzhong frowned when he thought of this.
This is probably a coincidence indeed.
Who would have thought that Chen Qingshan would suddenly go to Liuyun Sword Sect and spend 20,000 yuan, and let Han Chan follow Yun Zhusheng to Huangliang?
It's just that fate is still two feet nine.
Ye Hanzhong sincerely accepted this fact.
He also accepted the fact that he returned to Huai'an and was similarly displaced.
On top of another mountaintop.
Someone is drinking wine in the black soil and white snow.
Prime minister.
When Ye Hanzhong saw the scholar in white, he knew that he would probably not be as comfortable as before.
When this scholar fell down the road, he was able to fight Zhuang Baiyi, a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, back and forth. Naturally, Ye Hanzhong would not hold out much hope.
So he blew the spring breeze and quietly thought about how to escape from such an old drunkard.
"The dean is suddenly waiting for me here. Is there anyone you want to kill?"
Ye Hanzhong asked sincerely.
The Prime Minister sighed and stood in the wind and snow in the high mountains of the Youhuang Mountains. He said softly: "It is true, but you also know that old drunkards like me usually don't have much money."
Ye Hanzhong was silent for a long time, and then began to take money from his arms.
Although Ye Hanzhong doesn't like money, as a killer who is better than Han Chan, he naturally cannot be short of money.
Ye Hanzhong wrapped those large silver notes in his black robe, cut them off with a knife, tied them up, and threw them towards the great demon in the world.
"I have some money that I can give to the dean."
The Prime Minister raised his hand to catch the package. While drinking, he looked at the banknotes inside and sighed.
He said very melancholy: "You suddenly become so charming, which makes it difficult for me, boy."
Ye Hanzhong said sincerely: "It's difficult to handle, so the dean can have an excuse not to do it."
