The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 812 Killing Husband and Proving the Way 27
"Miss, you are back!"

As soon as he stepped into the inn, the man walked over quickly.

Xihe nodded, and went upstairs holding hands with him, feeling a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you when I saw that you were not awake before, and I won't do it next time."

Fan Xiu shook his head, then asked, "But what happened?"

"I went to see Qingle."

"Qingle? Is she in Tianmu City?"

"Ah."

Fan Xiu was thoughtful. After hearing this name for a long time, he was in a daze for a while: "What is she doing now? But what happened over there?"

"It's okay, it's still the same as before."

Xihe didn't know why he made this trip, but he suddenly had a feeling in his heart, so he came here.

She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, fell down on the bed, and said: "Although I sealed her sea of ​​consciousness, I didn't imprison her soul, everything she does now, every move, the other self is seeing clearly. "

Therefore, during this period, Qingle is very clear about her grievances and debts.

How to do?How to choose?

When the seal is unblocked in the future, she will choose by herself.

Fan Xiu nodded: "That's good."

He is good at self-regulation. After a period of self-relieving, he can already look at everything before him calmly. How about Qingle?It had nothing to do with him, he didn't care, he didn't care.

As the sun rises, the inn gradually becomes lively.

After lunch, the three of them asked Xiao Er Tianmu City where the fun was. After it was worth going, they played in the city in the afternoon, and went to the famous Lotus Lake outside the city the next morning.

The lotus leaves are infinite, and the lotus flowers are different.

People couldn't help but linger, and several people simply lived here for two days, and then went elsewhere after having fun.

"Refining Erpei Yuan Pill requires an open fire, Uncle Zhong, you forgot again."

"Oh, I'm sorry Young Madam, the old servant is confused again."

In addition to playing, he did not fail in cultivation. Xihe would set aside an hour every day to teach Zhongshu how to make alchemy. At this time, Fan Xiu would read or write by himself, which was very happy.

Although Liang Yuan is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time.

Fan Xiu's dream is to travel around the world of thousands of mountains. After staying for a few days, several people set off again.

The carriage went out of the city and headed all the way to the east of Qianshan Boundary. It was an official road, and the road was not bumpy... I passed by an old woman on crutches.

Xihe seemed to have sensed something, and turned her head, seeing the old man staggering from his back.

The sky was cloudless, the green hills were green, the weeds were knee-high, and the green fruits were hanging on the branches. The old woman raised her crutches and knocked them down, bent down to pick them up, wiped them on her waist, and put them in her mouth to chew.

Astringent, bitter, makes people's teeth fall out.

The old woman ate with a blank face, and when she was full, she climbed the grass stalks and went to the deep mountain step by step.

The wind blows, the tops of the trees sway, birds, monkeys, and rabbits who are not afraid of life pass by her feet in the mountains and forests, Qingle passes by with a blank expression, and occasionally a tiger passes by, she is also calm and composed.

tiger:? ? ?
He couldn't help but leaned down and yelled at her in a low voice: "Ho—"

Qing Le kept her eyelids open, and still walked her own way, grassland, dirt path, creek, from dark to dawn. On this day, she suddenly heard someone calling her: "Hey, old man!"

Qing Le raised her head, her vision was broad and green.

The green lake was surrounded by green hills, and a young man in coarse linen looked at her with a grin. The sun was scorching hot, and that smile pierced the eyes.

The boy rushed over: "Old man, why are you here alone?"

"Oh, your foot is bleeding. It must be very painful. Let me show you." Scratching his head, he smiled innocently, "I have learned some medical skills from my grandfather, and a simple bandage is still okay."

Qing Le stared at him without speaking.

The boy looked a little embarrassed, picked up the straw basket on the ground: "I live not far away, come with me."

The young man strode ahead, took two steps, and then stopped immediately. He waited for her to walk beside him, and then slowly walked towards the thatched hut in the distance.

The hut was built in the middle of the mountain, and a crooked fence was built. A big black dog was tied in the yard. When he saw Qingle, he bared his teeth and bared his teeth. There were various animal skins hanging on the wall, and a chair was shaking in the yard. .

The young man bent down to treat Qingle's wound, asking if it hurts every time he treated it.

Qing Le looked at the young boy's frizzy hair, her eyes were empty, and her mind didn't know where to go.The boy didn't care, he fetched water and clean old clothes for her to wash.

The young boy looks about eight or nine years old, but he is very sophisticated in his work.

Perhaps it was the reason why Grandpa was gone, he was very close to Qing Le, and he didn't drive her away, and let her live by default, so there was another person in the small courtyard with one person and one dog.

The boy went to gather medicine during the day, and every time he came back he brought one or two prey in his hands.

Qing Le didn't ask, but the young man rambled on, "These traps were taught to me by my grandfather before, but unfortunately I'm not strong enough yet. When I get stronger, I can dig them."

As spring went and autumn came, Xihe took Fan Xiu to the East Extreme Sea.

And the little boy is gone.

On a very ordinary morning, the young boy went out with a bow and arrow, and said goodbye to Qingle with a bright face. His back was very happy...from morning to noon, from noon to evening, from evening to early morning...and never came back.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

The old dog roared vigorously at the mountain, feeling heart-piercing.

Qing Le sat on the rocking chair, looked at the sky, after a while, got up and went to the dog and unwrapped the rope, the dog rushed out immediately.

The sun came out, and the mist in the mountains gradually thinned. After a long time, the dog came back with a piece of rag in its mouth. On a sunny day, it was like a drowning dog, whimpering and rubbing against Qingle's leg.

Qing Le swung her toes, and the rocking chair started to shake.

After eating the things in the thatched hut, one morning, Qing Le walked down the mountain wearing animal leather shoes. The dog was an old dog. He looked at the people who had gone away, then looked at the thatched hut, and finally squatted in front of the hut.

late autumn,

Pedestrians from Jincheng entered the city one after another.

The soldier checked the ID card: "Okay, come in...stop, beggars are not allowed to enter the city."

The people around looked over one after another, and saw an old beggar with bare feet and ragged clothes blocked at the gate of the city. His face was unkempt, his clothes hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time, and he could smell a bad smell from a distance.

Qing Le looked at the soldier, pursed her lips and remained silent.

The soldier was speechless: "Go, go, go and wash it first, then you..."

"What are you doing? You're blocking my young master's way, do you know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll drive this old beggar away immediately, hurry up, go, open the door, open the door."

The crowd gave way, a gorgeous carriage drove past soldiers, the curtains were slightly opened, and a pair of clear eyes came into the eyes of the crowd, before they could cry out, the curtains were lowered, and the wheels of the carriage rolled into the city.

Not long after, the dirty old beggar disappeared.

(End of this chapter)