The door next to him opened suddenly, as if he heard some strange noise.
But the bird didn't notice this, or in other words, it noticed it, but it didn't care.
The soft stuffed bird stood on the railing and chattered incessantly, which made people feel sympathetic after listening to it.
With a "squeak", the door was closed, and then there was the sound of light footsteps.
A finger like white jade accurately caught the bright yellow bird on the railing, followed by a gentle voice with a faint smile: "So it's a little parrot?"
The handsome and gentle young man gently brushed the other person's soft feathers with his fingertips, thinking in his mind whose parrot flew to him.
A parrot that can speak fluently should be trained by its owner, but I don't know if the other person knows that his parrot is lost.
The man in white, Hua Manlou, shook his head helplessly and stretched out his index finger to tease the bird.
This bird was not afraid of people either. It continued to say those complaining words and lowered its head as it spoke, looking frustrated.
Hua Manlou's eyebrows were slightly curved, and his fingertips gently nodded the fluffy bird's head: "You are quite spiritual."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.
While he was thinking, the bright yellow parrot had finished speaking and was preening its feathers.
Perhaps Huamanlou was too quiet, so the parrot who had been waiting for a reply raised his head and nudged the opponent's fingertips with his beak.
A short laugh sounded, making people think of the brilliant mountain flowers in spring for no reason.
The sun has fully risen, and the golden sunlight shines on the white clothes on his body, and the dark patterns embroidered with silver thread are shining brightly.
*
It was approaching noon, and the young man lying on the bed slowly woke up.
The slender eyelashes were draped, covering the eyes that were still hazy and sleepy.
The long black hair fell from his shoulders, dividing Chi Yuxian's pale face into two halves like splashing ink.
The sun was shining, and he sat on the bed for a while to wake up.
It's still a little damp outside, but it looks clean after being washed away by the rain.
There was a feeling of hunger in his abdomen, and Chi Yu yawned lazily, and then slowly got up and tidied up.
There were only three or four pieces of clothes in the wardrobe, so he didn't choose. He just took a dark coat and put it on himself.
The dark clothes set off the pale face, and the two contrasting colors are very eye-catching.
Chi Yuxian couldn't recall any memories about the original person. He only knew that the other person had been living in this small courtyard, and he didn't know what he did for a living.
There is not much money left in the money bag left by the original body. If he doesn't find a job, he may be in trouble.
Chi Yuxian simply cooked a meal, picked up his umbrella and went out.
The roads here are slightly narrow and cannot be called streets, they can only be regarded as alleys.
There are courtyards on both sides of the alley. Green moss grows in the darkness in the corners, and a few reptiles can be glimpsed from time to time.
Chi Yuxian didn't like to bask in the sun, so he held an umbrella and walked slowly in the alley, as leisurely as if he was here for fun.
Passing through the alley in front, you can see a flat open space. A small lake divides the open space into two halves. On one side, there are rippling water, and on the other side, there is a yellow-haired man sitting at the door.
The water surface was filled with sparkling waves, as if a piece of gold had fallen.
Chi Yuxian walked slowly to the pond. There were stalls set up around him, selling mostly freshly picked vegetables. However, it was already very late now, and the remaining vegetables were not so fresh.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the slightly disheveled dishes, and picked some slowly.
"Next time you have to come earlier. There are all the leftovers now."
The vegetable seller said, and finally gave Chi Yuxian a handful of green onions.
"Um."
He responded in a low voice, his pupils were a little dilated and his vision was not focused.
After buying groceries, Chi Yuxian didn't know what to do, and suddenly felt a little empty.
The wall was divided by shadows. He walked to the shadows and stopped, then he held an umbrella and looked up at the shadows on the opposite wall.
As time passed, the shadows on the wall gradually moved. Chi Yuxian's eyes were lowered, his expression was a little bored, and he just watched the shadows slip away from the wall in boredom.
When there was really nothing to see on the white wall opposite, he sighed softly and walked back slowly, carrying the dishes in his hand.
Leisure time is not a good thing for Chi Yuxian. He can't help but think about something, and sometimes he forgets the passage of time, as if everything has pressed the pause button.
If no one came to trouble him, his life might be even more boring.
After putting the dishes in the kitchen, Chi Yuxian closed his umbrella and went back to his room to sleep. He seemed to be unable to wake up, his eyelids were always half drooped, and he exuded a sense of gloom that made people afraid to approach him.
He was the only one in the yard, so it was extremely quiet, with only the chirping of birds coming from the branches and the occasional rustling of the wind.
He quickly fell asleep and was finally awakened by the smell of the neighbor's rice.
A faint fermented odor drifted towards him along with the smoke. Chi Yuxian shrugged the tip of his nose and frowned almost imperceptibly.
He sat up and looked at the half-open window in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. A pair of dark pupils are always out of focus, as if they have lost their souls.
"The smell of smelly mandarin fish."
He murmured in a low voice before realizing it, and then got up and went to the kitchen.
For him who only knows how to cook noodles and porridge, he doesn't know anything about this famous Huizhou dish. He can only smell the taste and drink the porridge slowly.
Perhaps because he slept for too long, Chiyu's appetite became smaller, and he felt full after just a few bites.
After cleaning up the kitchen in silence, he walked into the room and picked up a knife that he had never used before.
He bought this knife from a blacksmith shop when he first came here. The workmanship is not exquisite, it can only be said to be barely usable.
The shape of the knife is like a crescent moon, and when it is pulled out, it rubs against the scabbard and makes a clanging sound.
I originally bought this knife for self-defense, but I didn’t expect it to come in handy now.
Chi Yuxian closed the knife and gathered the black clothes around him. Under the dim candlelight, he really looked like a mysterious and unpredictable swordsman.
There was always no end to those people, so he decided to take advantage of today to deal with those people together.
Before, Chi Yuxian would not have dared to make such a decision, but now he has copied five or six techniques. Although he is not a master, he is more than enough to deal with those bandits.
After making up his mind, he held an umbrella in one hand and a knife in the other, and walked into the boundless night wearing dark clothes.
A few miles out of the village, you can see a hilltop that is not too high. At this moment, the hilltop is lit with candlelight, as if holes are being burned out of the night.
Since the bandit leader was imprisoned in the government, the remaining bandits have become less popular.
Perhaps it was because Chi Yuxian didn't look like a person who knew martial arts that they sent someone to take revenge.
It's just that he can't understand why five or six people have fled from him so far. Why do they still insist on seeking revenge from him?
Unable to figure it out, the young man in black stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up, stroking the handle of the knife with his fingertips.
*
"If you ask me, it's better to let Brother Shi be the boss. We can't continue like this."
The people guarding the entrance of the village complained: "Besides, none of the people we sent out could kill that man, why don't we join him too?"
"Why are you talking so much? Second brother has his own countermeasures."
The other man replied. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he caught a glimpse of a vague figure in his peripheral vision.
"who?!"
He trembled, quickly cheered up and looked into the distance.
The person who was still angry just now immediately tightened his grip on the spear as soon as he heard what he said.
I saw a tall and slender figure slowly walking out of the night. In the middle of the night, that person was holding an umbrella with red plum blossoms on a white background, which seemed a little eerie for some reason.
The two people trembled when they saw this. Damn it, could it be that they saw a ghost?
"who?"
Chi Yuxian raised the umbrella slightly, revealing a slightly gloomy and pale face, with eyes like cold stars and handsome features.
He slowly closed the umbrella, his movements slow and leisurely.
The two people standing a few steps away from him looked at each other, then one rushed over with a knife, and the other hurriedly ran inside to report the news.
Chi Yuxian pulled out the crescent-shaped knife and glanced at the oncoming man.
The opponent's move is just a three-legged cat, but it is very powerful, and the long sword makes a faint sound of breaking through the air.
His eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he held the handle of the knife in his hand and slashed with his backhand.
Back then, Hu Yidao relied on this swordsmanship to sweep across Liaodong, with a majestic momentum like a mountain. Against an unknown bandit, he won in the blink of an eye.
Chi Yuxian moved very quickly, which was in great contrast to his bored expression.
He cursed in his mind while silently knocking down the big man.
If they hadn't been stalking him, he wouldn't have had so little sleep these days.
Thinking of this, Chi Yuxian's mood became even worse. He didn't wait for the reinforcements from the village to arrive, so he just picked up an umbrella and walked in alone.
Although it is said to be a cottage, there are actually not many people inside. Excluding those imprisoned, there are only about ten people left here.
A fire was lit every dozen steps in the village, illuminating most of the mountain top.
Chi Yuxian touched the wrist holding the umbrella, subconsciously trying to pull something, but the skin was smooth to the touch.
He was stunned for a moment, suppressing the anger between his brows and eyes.
"Chi! What do you mean?!"
Shi Heshan was carrying a pair of sledgehammers, with more than a dozen people standing behind him, looking menacing. When he saw Chi Yuxian, who was alone, he immediately started making a noise.
"Since you are here to die, don't blame grandpa for not showing mercy!"
In front of outsiders, Chi Xianyu didn't feel as depressed as when he was alone. Instead, he looked calm.
He hasn't fought against Shi Shanhe yet, but the opponent's martial arts is inferior to that of the bandit leader, so he doesn't even need to copy and paste the opponent's martial arts. He can defeat the opponent just by copying and pasting the martial arts of the bandit leader.
Chi Yuxian's body is light and graceful. Even though he has never practiced martial arts before, with the help of Golden Finger, he can use those skills as if he were drinking water.
He used a scimitar, but he used sword skills. At first glance, it seemed a bit nondescript, but Shi Shanhe, who was fighting against him, had his pupils shrinking.
This person has no inner strength at all!
A person with no inner strength is actually superior to him in martial arts! The other party was clearly an ordinary person more than a month ago, how could it be like this?
Chi Yuxian didn't think so much. He swung his scimitar wide open and closed, his waist soft, like a sensitive ghost.
With a "bang" sound, the crescent-shaped knife knocked down two small hammers with skillful force. The next moment, the back of the knife was pressed against Shi Shanhe's neck.
Chi Yuxian lowered his eyes, raised his foot and stepped on the two "durians" of Shishanhe: "Who is grandpa?"
