Bai Yaopu

Chapter 2 Grey Fox
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"I didn't save him." The fox's slender eyes bent like crescent moons. "I saved the boy who wanted to fight with his sword in the bonfire and strong wine on a cold night many years ago."

1
In the first year of Taiping Xingguo, in the suburbs of Chengdu.

"Guest officer, the sauerkraut shredded pork noodles you want are here!" The waiter brought a steaming bowl of noodles, put it in front of her quickly, and habitually shook the handkerchief on his shoulders, and turned to the little monk sitting next to her. He said, "Little master, wait a little longer for the plain noodles you want."

She smelled the delicious noodles, smiled and said: "It smells delicious. They say that there are many delicacies in Sichuan, and even a small bowl of noodles does not disappoint." She picked up a chopsticks of noodles and blew them. It fell down, revealing a wrist tied with a red rope. A small golden bell was dropped on the red rope. Against the backdrop of snow-white skin, it looked bright and lovely. However, no matter how much she moved, the dangling bell did not make any noise.

With a chug, she swallowed the noodles, took a breath in satisfaction, and gave a thumbs up to the waiter.

"Guest officer, as long as you like it." The waiter who received the compliment was very happy, and couldn't help but look at her a few more times, what a pretty girl, she must be fourteen or fifteen years old, her eyes are like apricot pits The same, sparkling and watery, when you smile, it bends into two crescents, plus a pair of playful dimples, such a smile, you can feel the sweetness without taste.She is also well-dressed. The red dress and red dress are as festive as a New Year picture. There is a fist-sized black cloth bag tied around her waist. It is neither a purse nor a sachet. It is tied with an ordinary hemp rope and is bulging. of.This little girl is good at everything, except that her hair is combed a little casually, with two braids tied in a mess, one thick and one thin, and it hangs lazily in front of her body.There is also the six or seven-year-old little monk beside her, wearing an ordinary gray monk's robe, hanging Buddhist beads, and his bald head is shining brightly under the light, but since he entered the inn until now, he has always been a "someone" Owe me money" depressed face.

It is rare to see a monk and a girl from a secular family come to stay together. The waiter scratched his head and asked her: "Isn't the guest from the local area? It seems that I have never seen you and this little master before." The window next to it was blown open, and the cold wind took the opportunity to rush in with a few petals of snowflakes. The waiter hurried over to close the window, for fear of freezing her.

A snowflake just landed on the tip of her nose, and it melted immediately. She turned her head and asked Xiaoer, "Shu is no better than the north, it rarely snows."

"It doesn't happen often, even Luoxue rarely has such big ones." The waiter breathed into his hands, "It didn't freeze you, did it?"

"Eating noodles, how can I be frozen." She laughed, "Your store name is not good, and you call the inn 'Yuelai' and 'Chang'an', which is great, but you must call it 'Fengxue Inn' , There was no wind or snow, so you recruited it for no reason."

Another gust of cold wind swept across the door, and the lanterns under the eaves were crumbling. In the only light, the words "Fengxue Inn" trembled on the shop sign. The snow was heavy in the cold night, and it was hard to find people. It was only here for dozens of miles. There is a bright light in one place, and anyone who sees it can't help but want to come here to avoid the wind and snow and eat a bowl of hot noodles.

"The guest officer was joking." The waiter in the shop laughed, "The store name was given by the shopkeeper. I originally thought that the weather will be good and the weather will be good, and the auspicious snow will herald a good year."

"Yes, yes, that's what it means." The fat shopkeeper, who had been concentrating on playing with the abacus at the counter, had very good ears, and interjected, "Miss, you are in good time. Get up tomorrow morning, and the snow outside is thick. Now, you build a snowman and have a snowball fight, it's so much fun!"

She didn't make a sound and concentrated on eating noodles.

"I'm hungry..." The little monk finally said two words.

She put down the noodles she was about to stuff into her mouth, and generously pushed the bowl in front of him: "Eat it!"

The little monk frowned: "Monks don't eat meat!"

"Then be hungry." She quickly pulled the bowl back and ate it deliberately.

The little monk turned his head away with his mouth pursed, and it took him a long time to summon up the courage to ask the waiter in a low voice: "That... How long will it take for my plain noodles?"

"Hurry up, hurry up." The shop waiter raised his voice and shouted to the other side of the kitchen, "Su Nian hurry up! Little master is not hungry!"

At the moment, besides her and the young monk, there are two tables of guests sitting here eating noodles. One table is full of four dusty businessmen, who are strong and strong. Their horses are tied in the stable behind the inn. Several large wooden boxes.There was only one guest sitting at the other table. Mr. Sven, who was over twenty years old, had a handsome and fair face, and his black hair was neatly tied on top of his head with a white jade hairpin. His cloak was slanted on the stool next to him, and there was only a jug of wine and a plate of cold dishes on the table, and he poured it for himself.

The plain noodles were finally served on the table. Just as the little monk raised his happy chopsticks, the whole bowl of noodles disappeared.

She hugged his plain noodles, and didn't care about the heat, she poured two mouthfuls into her mouth, and then touched her stomach in satisfaction: "I'm full."

The little monk's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, and after chanting Amitabha several times, he said aggrievedly: "You can buy me another bowl..."

"I've run out of money." She spread her hands, "The noodles were delivered to your mouth just now and you don't want to eat them, so now you can only go for alms."

"It doesn't matter if you don't eat it. The Buddha said that everything is empty. If you have noodles, you have no noodles. If you don't have noodles, you have noodles." The little monk's mouth became more constricted, and he put the chopsticks on the table, and simply put his palms together and meditated. Wenlai.

The shopkeeper couldn't help laughing, and said: "I said, girl, don't tease this little master. In this cold weather, it's okay not to eat. If you don't want money, I'll buy a bowl of plain noodles." Said to the waiter in a loud voice: "Go, let the kitchen cook another bowl of plain noodles for the little master."

Hearing the words, the little monk hurriedly got up and put his hands together in the direction of the shopkeeper, saying: "Amitabha, the shopkeeper planted this good cause, and he will surely get good fruit."

When she heard this, the corners of her mouth curled up, she just smiled and said nothing.

The merchants seemed to be satisfied with their meal, chatting loudly, throwing a pile of gnawed bones at their feet, and drinking the spirits in the cups one after another.

The young man in gray shirt, who had been very quiet all this time, suddenly coughed violently after drinking the remaining half a glass of wine. He covered his mouth with one hand, and secretly poked a few times on his heart with the other hand, but the coughing still did not slow down. There are signs of aggravation.

When the half-drunk businessmen saw it, they said indiscriminately: "Isn't it a tuberculosis ghost? Go back to your room if you are sick!"

Seeing this, the little monk hurriedly stepped forward and said to Mr. Gray Shirt: "This benefactor, are you sick?"

The young man in gray shirt waved his hands at him, his white face was flushed, he was about to say something, but unexpectedly his throat got hot, he spit out a big mouthful of blood, and the color of the blood was extremely dark, almost black.

The little monk's face changed drastically, he quickly grabbed his arm, and asked anxiously, "Donor, what's wrong with you?"

The young man in gray shook his head, still tightly covering his violently heaving heart with one hand, as if something was about to come out of it.

Seeing how uncomfortable he was, the little monk patted his back while reciting Amitabha Buddha: "Don't worry, benefactor, we have someone here..."

"Grind your teeth!" She stopped the little monk, "You still have the energy to gossip without eating?"

The little monk turned his head and said, "The benefactor is dead! You still have the strength to gossip if you don't save people?"

Before the words were finished, the gray-shirted gentleman had already passed out on the table.

The drunk-eyed businessmen saw this scene, and kept saying it was bad luck. When they met a tuberculosis ghost, the four of them got up one after another and went upstairs cursing. Lie in four piles of mindless mud.

Seeing this, the little monk ran over in a panic, grabbed the arm of one of them and shouted eagerly: "What's the matter with you, benefactor? You..." Before he finished speaking, he shrank suddenly as if bitten by a snake. When he returned his hand, a sticky thread was drawn between his fingers and the businessman's arm—the four people on the ground were melting like burning candles little by little.

The little monk opened his mouth wide, and ran back to her in a few steps: "What's the matter? Why did they do this?"

She shrugged: "Maybe I drank too much, haha."

"Are you still laughing?" The little monk looked at her sadly, "Save them!"

She looked at the ceiling helplessly: "Did you just know me today? You know I don't save people."

"you……"

The little monk was stamping his feet anxiously, but her expression suddenly became ugly. She got up, frowned, and fell to the ground without saying a word, unconscious, the little monk almost cried out in fright.

The scene in the small inn suddenly became unmanageable. The gray-shirted man who was only half-breathed was lying motionless on the table, and the four men fell to the ground and melted. The young monk stood among them at a loss, chanting Amitabha repeatedly.

"Oh, what's the matter?" The shopkeeper, who was obsessed with the abacus, came out slowly at this moment, twisting his fat body towards the little monk, seeing her lying on the ground, the shopkeeper cautiously Stretched out her toes, kicked her body, frowned: "It's too hard, no way." After that, he walked towards the stairs again, kicked every guy on the ground with the same movement, then swallowed, and turned towards Inside shouted: "These few are fine!"

The waiter and the chef quickly trot out from the room, their faces beaming with joy.

"What should I do with this girl?" The waiter looked at the shopkeeper, "She looks so pretty."

The chef giggled, and jokingly said, "As long as you're a girl, you're good-looking. When she softens, it's yours. My brother and I don't want to grab it from you."

"Thank you, second brother." The waiter was very grateful.

The little monk stared at them dumbfounded.

"There's still a young monk!" The waiter pointed at him, and then looked at the other side, "There's also a young master!"

"There's still half a pot of noodle soup left in the kitchen, and I'll give the little monk a bowl later. Let's forget about it, the tuberculosis ghost is not tasty, so drag it out and bury it." The chef rubbed his hands, "Look at them Two, I'll go there first, it won't taste right if it's too soft."

Over there, the fat shopkeeper licked his mouth impatiently, and said to the chef, "The two fat ones are mine, and the thin ones are yours."

Reluctantly, the chef nodded.

The two of them squatted down immediately, looking at the four people in front of them, their eyes shone like a starving person.

The long and thin straws protruded from the opened mouths of the shopkeeper and the chef, and pierced the bodies of the two merchants respectively. When the two sucked hard, the merchants lost all their flesh and blood, leaving only two naked skeletons on the ground .

"Extremely delicious." The shopkeeper burped, and happily exchanged a satisfied look with the chef.

The little monk opened his mouth and couldn't even read Amitabha Buddha.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." The waiter touched his bald head, licked his lips and looked at the shopkeeper and the others who were feasting.

"How do you know it doesn't hurt?" Someone asked curiously behind him, "It's not you who is lying on the ground."

The shop clerk turned his head abruptly, and a handful of light white dust suddenly fell from his head, blinding his eyes. In the blur, a red figure giggled at him.

Dingling, Dingling—the golden bell on the snow-white wrist, which had been as silent as a stone, made a series of crisp and pleasant sounds following her movements.

Under the sound of the bell, there was only one shrill scream, and the waiter's body twisted strangely, getting shorter and shorter, and finally shrank into a slug less than half a foot long on the ground.

She raised her foot and stepped on it disapprovingly. The slug was torn apart, and the splashed flesh instantly turned into scattered black ash.

The little monk frowned, closed his eyes instinctively, and repeated Amitabha.

The shopkeeper and the chef in that room didn't have time to wipe off the residual juice from their mouths, and even turned their heads only halfway, and the two of them froze there, only doubts and fears in the eyes they cast on each other.

Jingle bell, jingle bell—she walked slowly to the table closest to the two of them, sat down, took a chopstick and twirled it in her hand.

The shopkeeper finally took a deep breath and turned around, looked at the yellow-haired girl, his upper and lower lips stuttered: "You...you are..."

The chef was already trembling with fright, he shrank behind the shopkeeper and said, "Brother...is it her? Why did she come here?!"

The chopsticks were twirling playfully in her hands, and she smiled: "Are you two full?"

"You...you are Taoyao?" The shopkeeper shouted out the last two words with great effort.

She nodded: "It's me."

The shopkeeper and the chef clearly felt a thunder explode above their heads, and their bodies were scorched from inside to outside.

However, extreme fear sometimes leads to extreme anger, the shopkeeper suddenly jumped up, pointed at her nose and said: "You don't want to stay in your Taodu, come here to meddle in your own business!"

"I don't mind my own business. I just come to your house to eat noodles when I'm hungry." She continued to play with her chopsticks. "We only want to eat noodles, but you want to eat us. This won't work."

"Brother...what should I do?" The chef's face turned blue.

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth: "Anyway, one will die, fight with her!"

Before the words fell, the bodies of the two quickly rose and twisted. Two huge slugs were entangled together, and finally turned into a huge two-headed slug, which was three meters long. It lay on the ceiling and looked down at her. It is not easy for the brothers to cultivate, if you let go today, we will withdraw to the mountains and never set foot in the human world, otherwise, we will not let you have a good time!"

Hearing this, the little monk quickly raised his head and said: "Slug monster, let me talk about it after you have something to say. It is wrong for you to eat people. If you are willing to repent..."

"Shut up." She flicked her fingers, and the chopsticks fell on the little monk's bald head.

"Taoyao!" The little monk scratched his head and ran to her side and pleaded, "It's fine if they are willing to leave, you've already killed one of them, the gods have the virtue of being good at life, why don't you..."

"Releasing lives is a matter of heaven, and I'm not heaven." She rolled her eyes at the little monk, raised her head and said strangely to the slug, "You have practiced for many years, and you haven't even learned how to beg for mercy, so I'm not happy, so I won't let you go .”

The slug monster was taken aback for a moment, and then said angrily: "Then try to see who won't let anyone go!"

A gust of fishy wind rushed towards the face, and the slug monster writhed its sticky body and rushed fiercely from the ceiling, a huge shadow caged her and the little monk in it.

A small pill was twirling at her fingertips, but before she could throw it out, a blue shadow shot out from the void, engulfing the slug monster in it with lightning speed, and there was only a bang, and the inn The gate was opened, and the blue shadow rolled its prey and rushed out of the gate.

The inn was suddenly silent, and all the lights were extinguished by this movement, but there was a dim light outside, casting a huge shadow on the rows of closed windows, and a thing opened its mouth, and it was about to die. The struggling slug monster swallowed it in one gulp.

So far, the wind and snow have remained unchanged.

"Taoyao, I did one more thing for you. You must remember it carefully." Outside the window, a man's voice came in leisurely, but there was no one.

She took out the torch to relight the oil lamp on the table, and said to the air dissatisfied: "I'm being sentimental, when will I need your help!"

"You're committing murder again! Amitabha, Amitabha!" The young monk's brows were about to wring out, and he dared not speak out in anger, so he could only chant sutras.

"Go, read it on the side." She pushed the little monk aside, held the torch and walked to another table, and smiled at the gray-clothed boy who had woken up from the "coma" a long time ago: " Young Master sits really firmly, can you light the oil lamp for you?"

"Thank you." The young man in gray shirt said softly, and immediately coughed again.

The flame jumped again on the wick, she blew out the flame, sat down opposite him, and looked at this handsome young man with her chin propped up: "The dizziness is fake, but the illness is real."

"Yes. If there is no good doctor, I'm afraid there won't be many days to come." He raised the jug, "At least I saw the girl, and I will toast the girl. I will entrust the girl with my illness."

She giggled: "How can you be sure that the person you are looking for is me? What if the slug monster recognizes the wrong person and calls the wrong name?"

"Ghost doctor Taoyao, good and evil are like a mystery. Wherever the golden bell goes, no piece of armor will be left." He pushed a glass of wine in front of her, and his eyes fell on the silent golden bell on her wrist, "I don't think so. How many monsters hope to hear the sound of your golden bell. The only thing I am not sure about is whether you will come to see me as promised. But you are here, I am very lucky."

She shrugged: "Don't be too happy, I came to see you because I think your real body is very interesting, as for whether to treat your illness..."

"I know, whether you want to treat me depends on the girl's mood." He took the conversation, "How is the girl feeling at the moment?"

"The noodles with ecstasy cartilage soup actually suit my taste. I'm not hungry now, so I'm not in a bad mood." She looked at him with a smile, "Get up and turn around a few times for me to see."

He frowned slightly, but it was hard to refuse, so he got up and walked to the table, and slowly turned around twice on the spot.

The little monk at the side couldn't help but let out an ah—under the lights, the shadow of the gray-shirted man fell on the ground not only one, but a pile. It felt like the shadows of countless people were superimposed and intertwined, and countless arms stretched out from inside. Show your teeth and claws.

"Tsk tsk, what a lot of resentment." She stretched out her finger to cover her nose, and said in disgust, "What did you do to attract such things, I think there are at least tens of thousands of resentments accumulated here."

The gray-shirted man sat down again: "I ate them."

She glanced at him: "Your crippled body can't bear so many 'people'."

"I feel that I've reached my limit...so please, girl." He was talking, when his face suddenly changed, and he spit out another mouthful of black blood. He leaned back lightly, and his human form suddenly disappeared. A fox rolled up from the bench. Rolled to the ground, passed out.

A fox with a rare fur color, divided longitudinally from the bridge of the nose to the back, half black and half white.

"Amitabha, it's a fox." The little monk quickly squatted down and hugged the cold fox in his arms, "Oh, it doesn't have a tail! Taoyao, you should save it!"

The fox huddled in the little monk's arms, only breathing faintly, everything around him turned into a blurry stream of light, and only one sentence remained clear in his ears——

You saved it!

2
"Then you should save it, hehehe!" Tietou glanced at him. This 12-year-old yellow-haired boy can't even hold an iron gun. He has never killed anyone, not even the real one. He had never been on a battlefield before, yet he pretended to be a little Bodhisattva here and asked him to let the fox go.

In this military tent, Tie Tou is the boss, and there are a dozen or so soldiers below, all of them obey him. There is only one reason, Tie Tou is the oldest and the strongest, and if he disobeys, he will be beaten.

However, the arrival of this brat somewhat broke the rules.He is only 12 years old, the youngest soldier here.He is not very obedient.Tietou likes hunting birds and animals. He made a slingshot, and none of the birds he saw could escape. He is also good at making traps for catching animals. Every time he went to the woods, he never returned empty-handed. Sometimes, the birds and beasts that fell into his hands turned into barbecued meat on the fire. When he was in a good mood, he would give a few pieces to the greedy little soldiers next to him, but the condition was that the little soldiers had to dress up as monkeys and everything he felt Show him the appearance of funny animals, and when he is happy, he rewards him with meat.It's been cold recently, the army food is short, and the army is camping in the barren land where they can't buy food with money. Now that they can have meat to eat, it's okay to pretend to be monkeys.

However, the little ghost never pretends to be a monkey. Soaking dry and hard pancakes in hot water is a meal.

This is one of the reasons why Tietou doesn't like him. Another reason is the origin of the kid. He is different from the soldiers here. His father was a military envoy of a certain place. The meaning of "superior", but what is the reason, soldiers of the iron head level have no way of knowing, only know that the "superior" has orders, this person does not need to charge forward, just stay behind and do chores.

Iron Head is jealous of him.Apart from not having to go to the battlefield, he doesn't have any other privileges, so Iron Head doesn't have too much fear, and he has to make trouble for him on weekdays. Others only need to carry two buckets of water, but he has to pick up four buckets, which have already been scrubbed. The iron head always required him to brush the horse pen again, and his mattress in the military tent was the thinnest, and he would always wake up from the cold at night.They also have the task of burying the remains of soldiers brought back from the front.The two armies fought, and blood was spilled on the battlefield. Too many people went out standing up and came back lying down, and many people couldn't even keep a whole body.Tie Tou bullied him that he was young and ignorant, and always handed him the most bloody corpses to deal with. Tie Tou hoped to have fun from his fear.

In terms of military orders, he never disobeyed the iron head. Several times he alone used a cart to pull the mutilated and smelly corpses to the designated place in the woods for burial. Every time his hands were shaking, but every time he would Bury these former colleagues properly.At night, Tie Tou deliberately told some scary legends in the military tent, but he pretended not to hear them, but he didn't dare to go out to pee in the middle of the night, and held back until dawn.

After all, he's only 12 years old.

He never had a direct confrontation with Iron Head and the others, but this time he couldn't because of this fox.

It was brought back from the forest by Iron Head yesterday, and it was put in a cage made of iron bars, with a hemp rope tightly wrapped around its neck.Everyone said that they have never seen a fox of this color. They have seen white, red, and black ones, but they have never seen a half-white and half-black one. From the tip of the nose to the tip of the tail, there is a clear dividing line. Its eyes are also strange. , gray, like a thick layer of fog, revealing a faint light.

Someone joked that this must be a fox jumping out of some lazy painter's painting. The painter originally wanted to paint it black, but he didn't bother to draw it halfway through the painting.

It curled up in a narrow iron cage, and did not respond to outside teasing, only occasionally moving its big fluffy tail.

This time, Tietou didn't plan to roast it to eat. He said that it was rare to catch a fox. Although the color was a bit weird, the fur was rare and smooth, especially the tail was very beautiful. Why don't you just dedicate it to your wife? The maid next to the lady said that the lady has always wanted a beautiful and warm foxtail scarf.

The wife is the third wife married by the prince. She is good at singing and dancing. The prince dotes on her and takes her with him even when he goes out to fight.

The gluttonous guys said that since it was only offering the fox tail, why not slaughter it on the spot, roast its meat to eat, and then offer the tail to the lady.Tietou refused, saying that the best fur must be obtained before the fox dies, and he wanted to present the fox's tail to his wife in front of his wife.

They were very happy when discussing this. The fox opened his gray eyes and looked at the group of people who had determined his fate from the gap in the iron cage.

"Without a scarf, Madam won't freeze to death." Someone said in the corner.

The discussion came to an abrupt end. Tie Tou pushed aside the crowd and looked at the brat sitting in the corner silently wiping his helmet: "Say it again?"

"Leave it alone, poor thing." He continued to polish his helmet.

A glass of cold water was splashed on his face, Tie Tou threw the glass and stared at him fiercely: "Say it again!"

The cup was torn apart, and the fox's body shook.

He rubbed his face with his sleeve and said, "Let it go."

Tietou's huge fist was clenched suddenly, and everyone thought that the rambunctious kid was about to suffer, but Tietou finally let go of his fist and said with a malicious smile: "Then you should save it, hehehe."

Hearing this, he put down his helmet, got up and walked towards the cage.

A thick arm stopped in front of him, Tie Tou sneered: "Do you think it's enough to just walk over and open the cage?"

He looked at Tie Tou: "Otherwise?"

Tietou choked on his breath, and said angrily: "Beat me, the fox will be yours!"

Everyone burst out laughing, this kind of competition has no suspense at all, a casual punch from the iron head can beat this slender child into a meat paste.

"Okay, I'll fight." He stood still, looking at the iron head, "but we're not here to fight."

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The protruding point is like an animal's tooth, and there is a bottomless valley below. When the cold wind blows, it will make a whining sound.

He took a small stick and drew a long line less than three meters away from the edge of the sharp ground. Throwing away the wooden stick, he stood in the line and said to the iron head: "Just hit here, break it!" Those who go down, or step out of the line, lose."

Everyone surrounded the iron head and stood outside the line, looking at each other in blank dismay, this kid is going to die, right?

The iron cage containing the fox was placed on the big rock beside it as a prize. The fox opened his eyes and stared at the boy standing alone in the cold wind.

Tietou frowned and said yes, but he never moved a step.

They called it the Valley of the Coffins, because the valley below was so deep that no one could survive if they fell.

"Also," he pulled another piece of cloth from his pocket, and covered his eyes, "we'll fight blindfolded."

Tietou was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out: "Little brat, are you crazy?"

"Do you want to fight or not?" He moved his hands and feet a few times, "If you don't fight, you will admit defeat."

"Brother, you have to be careful, falling is not a joke." Someone whispered beside Tie Tou.

"But brother, if you don't go, wouldn't you admit that you lost to the brat? Will you be laughed at if it spreads out?" Some people also said so.

Tietou stomped his feet and said, "Okay! I'll fight you! I can still lose to you brat!"

"Okay! Big brother has courage!"

"Teach this brat a lesson!"

The people around him erupted.

Tie Tou strode up to him, gritted his teeth and covered his eyes with a cloth.

One big and one small, two people with huge disparity in stature and physical strength moved their fists and feet in a dangerous area. Iron Head made every move with brute force and ferocity. He didn't think about anything when fighting, he just wanted to win.But today's little ghost is different from usual, no matter how hard he tries, he can't touch his body, and every time he follows his breath and rushes towards him, there is always nothing.

Those who watched the battle only found out today that this usually taciturn boy is so agile. He doesn't have the strength of the iron head, but he has the dexterity that the iron head does not have. He dodges left and right, and can fight back at the right time. After a while, the iron head had already kicked him several times.

Just when everyone cheered Tietou loudly, he suddenly jumped up high and kicked Tietou's heart. Although the strength could not be said to be too great, it was enough to make the big man take a few steps back, watching one foot I was about to step on the air, and my body involuntarily leaned back.

"Brother!" Everyone exclaimed.

A hand suddenly grabbed Tietou's hand, and he leaned over in the opposite direction forcefully, trying to stabilize Tietou's balance.

Tie Tou yanked off the strip of cloth, looked back, and broke out in a cold sweat.

He maintained this posture, and said to Tietou: "You lost."

Tie Tou hastily moved several steps inside, his feet went limp, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Panting heavily, he took off the strip of cloth, looked back at the stunned crowd, and walked towards the iron cage without saying a word.

Several people ran over to support Tietou: "Brother, are you alright?"

Tietou came back to his senses and yelled at them angrily: "What can I do! Get out!"

"But that fox..." They looked at the kid's back.

Tie Tou gritted his teeth, and said bitterly: "When I reward him! Let's go!"

A group of people left in desperation, and there was a voice of iron head scolding in the middle: "No one is allowed to speak out about this matter today! Otherwise, I will screw his head off!"

He glanced at their backs, heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the iron cage, and walked towards the depths of the forest with great effort.

The fox raised his head in the shaky cage and looked carefully at the sweaty boy.

4
The fox came out of the open cage cautiously, and squatted a little dazed not far from him, his gray eyes timidly looked at his face, a dead leaf fell from the top and landed on its nose On the ground, it looked at the leaves curiously, and it became cross-eyed.

He showed a rare smile and said, "Let's go, don't come here again, I might not be able to save you if I get caught again."

The fox tilted his head, scratched the leaves with his paws, turned around and ran a few steps, stopped again, and looked back at him.

He waved at it: "Let's go!"

The fox blinked and ran into the depths of the woods.

He breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his muscles and bones, and walked back to the camp.

He thought that from today onwards, he would not have a good life in the barracks. Although there were no good days before, but unexpectedly, the iron head did not do anything to him, and the more violent blow he imagined No revenge happened, that guy was the same as before, he didn't look good towards him, and still asked him to carry water, firewood, feed the horses and wash the stables.What happened that day seemed to have never happened, and Tietou himself did not mention it, nor did he allow anyone to mention it.

Probably feel too ashamed.Tangtang's iron head was actually no match for a young boy, and it was his help that prevented him from falling into the deep valley in the end.Also from that day on, everyone who saw the competition no longer made things difficult for him. Some people would leave half a pancake for him when they saw that he had no time to eat.

Although they are used to seeing life and death on the battlefield, most of them still have some respect for a person who is not afraid of death.

Not long after, Tietou was transferred to the Vanguard Battalion.On the day before leaving, Tietou shot birds with a slingshot in the camp, but he was unlucky that day and got nothing.He walked past Tietou carrying a bucket of water, and Tietou stopped him.

"Do you know why I hate you?" Tietou asked.

He stood opposite the iron head, put down the bucket, and shook his head.

Iron Head looked at the sky: "Because our fate is the same as these birds and beasts, but you are not."

He suddenly smiled, with a deep smile that didn't match his age: "It's all fish, but the chopping board is different."

The rough man Tietou didn't seem to understand what he was talking about. He walked up to him and looked coldly at the boy who was a head shorter than him: "When I come back, let's fight again. The last time you beat me was just Playing a little clever."

He smiled and picked up the bucket again: "There will be a period later."

There will be a future... On the battlefield, a future is the greatest luxury.

Soon, he saw Tietou again, the man who had bullied him countless times, lying on the cart with a dozen corpses. Tietou was better, at least his hands and feet were complete, except for the knife wound on his body The arrow wounds are so numerous that they cannot be counted.Iron Head should have resisted desperately, and his right hand still retained the posture of holding the knife until his death.

The new boss lazily said to him, "You are responsible for these things."

"Okay." He nodded.

He couldn't remember how many burial sites he had found, because every time he found an open space, it soon became insufficient.

This time they pulled a total of five corpses, and the person who was supposed to work with him ran away with the excuse of a stomachache, leaving him standing alone in the sparse snowflakes, and it is very cold today.

After the pit was dug, it was already evening, and the sky had already darkened. He tied the torch to the leeward side, and took advantage of the dim light to put the corpses into the pit one by one.

The lifeless body seemed to be much lighter, and he didn't find it too strenuous to lift it.

Tie Tou was the last to be put in. He stood next to him, looked at Tie Tou's blood-stained face, and said: "When I was at home, my father often made me blindfolded to fight with the servants in the house. He said I was not strong enough. , Brute force is no match for others, only agility is the only way to win. So you are right, I won you with cleverness, if we fight again, I will definitely not be able to win you. Although it is impossible for us to fight again , but you and I are still at peace."

After that, he covered Iron Head's face with a white cloth, climbed out of the pit, picked up a shovel and slowly filled the pit with soil.

When the soil fell, it made a rustling sound, and the sound became clearer as the night went on.

Suddenly, a small thing jumped out of the nearby bushes, jumped onto the stone by the pit, squatted down and tilted its head to look at him who was busy.

"It's you again?" He stopped the shovel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the half-white and half-black fox, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from here?"

Of course the fox would not answer his words. It stretched its neck curiously and looked into the pit.

He suddenly felt a little tired. He stuck his shovel into the soil, sat down, and looked into the pit: "They are all dead. They were alive and kicking not long ago. Since they joined this war, they have been imprisoned with you." Like a cage, life and death are no longer in your own hands.”

The fox blinked, looked into the pit, and then at him.

"The iron head doesn't know the real reason why I came here, no one knows." He smiled at the fox, "My father raised hundreds of warriors in the mansion, so the owner of this army, he suspects My father had something wrong in his mind, so he wanted to summon him. My father was worried, afraid that he would never return. I told my father that as long as I was delivered to him, he would feel at ease with me as a hostage. Sure enough, this man took me Returning to the army, I followed him all the way to the north and south, but he never let me go to the battlefield."

The fox crouched there, wagging its big tail slightly.

"Tietou said that my life is different from theirs." He turned his head and looked in the direction of the barracks, "I and him are just fish on a different chopping board."

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed at himself, got up and picked up the shovel again, and said to himself, "I'm crazy too, to say such things to you stupid fox."

The fox raised his paw and scratched his ear.

He shook his head, buried his head and continued to fill the soil, the hole was only half filled, and it would be midnight when it was done. The second breath hit the body, and it felt even more uncomfortable.

Shovel after shovel and shovel after shovel, the soil fell into the pit uninterruptedly with his mechanical movements.

Swipe, swipe, swipe, amidst the regular sounds, he suddenly heard a sound that was out of tune.

He stopped and turned his head to see that the fox had stood by the edge of the pit at some point and was kicking dirt into the pit with its hind legs.

He froze for a moment, could it be that the fox is really a spiritual animal as they said?After thinking about it, he shook his head and smiled, and said to the fox: "Okay, you can't finish kicking with your short legs until dawn, I will do it myself."

The fox ignored him and continued kicking dirt into the pit.

The time to finish work was a little earlier than he expected. He was so tired that he sat down on the ground, and the fox was too tired to wheeze.

"Thanks." He looked at the fox.

The fox glanced at him, turned and ran into the woods.

He dragged the empty cart and walked towards the camp on the rugged mountain road in the growing wind and snow.

Because of a fox, tonight wasn't too bad, he thought.

5
He didn't know when he would break out of the camp, but he had some inexplicable hope that he could stay here for a while longer.

The people who died in battle were still being sent back one after another. As the fighting intensified, he became more and more busy.

The number of times the fox came to visit him gradually increased, and it always chose to appear when he was alone.

That day, he was ordered to go out to collect firewood. He had just climbed a hillside when an unknown object rolled toward his feet from the grass ahead. It turned out to be a hard-boiled egg.This is a good thing.

He picked up the egg and looked into the grass. A half-white and half-black fox face stretched out, blinking at it.

"You gave it to me?" He laughed.

The fox came out of the grass and licked his paws.

"Did you steal it?" He deliberately frowned, "Stealing is not allowed!"

The fox yawned.

"No exception!" He carefully put the eggs away and continued on his way.

The fox followed him all the way, jumping into the grass to chase the mouse for a while, and jumping on the bushes to shake the snow, which fell all over his head.

He didn't feel disgusted at all.

It's easier to be with the fox than with those guys in the barracks.

He walked a long way that day until he came to a small village.

Two naughty-looking guys stopped a young daughter-in-law and said something in a sloppy manner. The daughter-in-law dodged shyly and fearfully holding a bamboo basket.

Now that he saw it, the result was simple. With his skill, it was not difficult to overthrow the two hooligans.

Looking at the guy who ran away, the little daughter-in-law thanked him a thousand times, saying that she went back to her natal family to visit her relatives, but who would have met these two hooligans.As she said that, the little daughter-in-law took out a few baked pancakes from the bamboo basket and insisted on giving him a reward in the fortress, saying that the army was in chaos, and it was a crime for children of your age to put on armor to go to the battlefield. Eat two pancakes, don't starve.

He was a little embarrassed, but he accepted her kindness and thanked her.

When the young daughter-in-law left, he sighed, and he vaguely heard her say that it was not easy to survive these years.

The fox poked his head out from behind a tree, and pointed to a village not far away: "I'll go there to see if I can find more food and wine to keep out the cold."

The fox followed happily.

The village is very small, with few households, and a few Susukada fields lined up, with no appearance of harvest.

He knocked on the door along the way, and finally harvested three sweet potatoes and a small piece of pork. He paid them, but they didn't want it. In fact, they were still a little afraid of him, and they shouted one after another.In desperation, he had no choice but to stuff the copper coins in through the crack of the door.

When he left the village, he turned around and saw a small wine bag in the fox's mouth. This guy must have slipped to another house to steal something while he was not paying attention.

He shook his head, took off the wine bag and shook it, at least half of the wine was still in it, and he asked the fox, "Are you going to steal again?"

The fox crouched in front of him, tilting his head to look at him.

He sighed: "Taking without asking is a thief. Life is not easy for ordinary people, so don't steal from them anymore."

The fox wagged its tail.

He tore a weed, put a few copper coins on it, tied it, and put it in front of the fox: "Go and give the wine money."

The fox immediately picked up the copper coin and ran to the village.

This guy is so weird, he laughed.

Today he was not in a hurry to rush back to the barracks, he stopped on a secluded hillside with the fox.

He lit a fire, forked the small piece of pork on a branch, and carefully roasted it.

The fox lay beside him, holding a sweet potato and gnawing it. After a few gnaws, he looked up at the piece of meat, and after a few more gnaws, he looked again.

"It's for you, why panic." He couldn't help laughing.

There was not much meat, but the aroma of roasting was very strong. He gave a large part of it to the fox and said, "Eat it, thank you for being so kind to me."

After eating the sweet potato, the fox unceremoniously grabbed the barbecue, but turned around anxiously because his tongue was burned.

He laughed.

Unplugging the wine sac, the smell of spirits came out.

He seldom drank alcohol, firstly, he was still young, and secondly, he really couldn't stand the burning taste in his throat.

His father had laughed at him, saying that if he didn't know how to drink, he would never be a man.

Everyone in the barracks likes to drink, and it is their dream to have a big bowl of wine, but because of the shortage of supply, it is not bad to have a small bowl of low-quality wine once in a while.

He also knows that there is a kind of people who like to walk around the rivers and lakes with a sword and wine. They never set a destination, and they will go wherever they go. What is important is not tomorrow, but every happy and unrestrained today.This kind of person is called a knight.

He raised the wine bag, took a sip, it was so spicy, he choked to the point of tears, but this feeling was quite good, he took another sip, it was still spicy, but the fiery warmth seeped from his mouth to his heart, unexpectedly Very comfortable.

After eating the meat, the fox licked his mouth and looked at him.

"Do you want to drink?" Slightly drunk, he stretched out his palm with a smile, poured wine on it, and stretched it out in front of the fox.

The fox buried his head in licking it without hesitation, and seemed to be enjoying it. He drank several "cups" in a row, and finally staggered down beside him and hiccupped.

One person and one fox, half a jug of spirits was drained.

He lay comfortably on the haystack, looked at the rare stars in the night sky, and murmured: "My father doesn't know, I don't want any outstanding military exploits, and I don't care about high officials and rich salary. Drinking wine, wherever you go, I will fight gangsters, and I will roast and eat meat, don’t worry about whether there will be a war tomorrow, and don’t worry that the people you know today will die tomorrow.”

The fox crouched beside him, his gray eyes half-closed.

"It would be great if you were human. We will be brothers, go to every interesting place together, drink and eat meat together." He continued to look up at the sky.

The fox listened, slowly closed his eyes, and snored.

"Hey, you can't sleep!" He sat up and poked its furry body, "It's such a cold day, you can't wake up after sleeping!"

The fox ignored him, still sound asleep.

"You must be drunk." He sighed, got up and heated up the dying bonfire, and hugged the fox in his arms until the bonfire went out. color to go back.

When he was approaching the barracks, the fox woke up, jumped out of his arms, and ran into the depths of the woods.

He stretched himself and walked back to camp contentedly.

In the days that followed, the fox still jumped out to look for him when he was alone, and they became more and more acquainted, and it became more and more playful and bold, often deliberately shaking the snow all over his body, and sometimes Put leaves on his head like flowers.

The most peaceful time for it was when he carried it on his back and climbed to a very tall tree at dawn, sitting on a branch of a tree, watching the sun rise little by little.

In the distance under the sun, there is no war, no corpses, but that distance is too far away...

6
That morning, he said to the fox: "We are leaving, our army has finally completely defeated the enemy."

The fox looked at him with his head tilted as before.

He reached out and touched its head: "I'm going back to the bustling capital, do you want to come with me?"

The fox licked his hand, turned and ran away.

Until the day they broke camp and left, the fox did not appear again.

He was a little lost, feeling like he had lost a friend.

But this is also good, there is no forest for it to hide in the capital, and there may be many humans who want foxtail scarves there, so it is better to stay here.

He was relieved.

Before leaving, he hung the wine bag on a bush outside the camp.

The next day, the wine sac was gone.

When the wine sac reappeared, it was hanging on the waist of a young man in gray shirt. Almost forty years had passed since it first appeared.

The wine pouch is too old to hold wine anymore, but the young master still hangs it like a treasure.

On this day, he was walking alone on the distressed streets of the Kingdom of Shu. To be precise, this place can no longer be called the Kingdom of Shu. The man surnamed Zhao has the final say in the world now. The light is magnificent, and thousands of mountains are like fire.A round goes up to the sky in an instant, chasing away the waning stars and waning moon.

The Shu Kingdom of the Meng family is a remnant star that cannot be left behind.

He smelled the smell from many years ago again, the smell of death emanating from the mud pit on a snowy night.

Many people were crying, many people were afraid, but no one paid attention to him, a strange stranger.

It is not easy to become a human being. He has been practicing for 40 years while hiding in the mountains.

He kept walking, always feeling that the person he was looking for was right in front of him.

When he saw the middle-aged man riding on a war horse in that unfamiliar camp, he didn't say a word, and remained invisible, standing opposite the middle-aged man.

The eyebrows and eyes have not changed much, but there are more wrinkles and vicissitudes, and Feishuang's temples, the eyes are still clear, but there is something called "murderous look".

He just stood there, silently staring at this friend from 40 years ago.

In the end, he still failed to become a knight-errant who wields swords. Now he is the emperor's most trusted general, with millions of soldiers behind him, and life and death are all at the whim of a thought.

He destroyed the world of the Meng family, and when he won a great victory, he also personally ordered the killing of [-] soldiers from the Shu Kingdom.

Only when he thought of this, he felt that the people in front of him could not overlap with the people 40 years ago.

The war horse passed by him with his old friend on his back, and his hand holding the wine bag remained stiff.

Is 40 years a long time?Long enough to change a teenager and his dreams.

He never knew that person's name, but now he knew it. He wanted to call that person's name, but suddenly found that the name that was 40 years late could no longer be pronounced.

That's all, that's it, he smiled.

7
Things have changed again.

Hundreds of officials in the court collectively wrote to the emperor to participate in the "killing of goods and surrender" by someone, and they should be executed according to the law.

Everyone thought that the man was dead, the evidence was conclusive and irrefutable, and even he himself confessed to all the crimes.

But the final result is - "I still think about the previous work, and I will give you a lenient loan. Stop the axe, and I will still appoint the vassal. I am not ungrateful, and you should reflect on yourself.".

The emperor forgave him, demoted his official position, and did not take his life.

All the ministers in the court were puzzled, but the emperor opened his mouth, no matter how dissatisfied they were, they dared not say more.

It's just that the eunuch who served the emperor talked to others in private, saying that he had heard the emperor say "not to be tolerated, but to be executed."Unexpectedly, the emperor changed his attitude the next day, and his anger disappeared. Speaking of this person, he still looks regretful, which is really puzzling.

Everyone was puzzled because they didn't see him sneaking into the palace that night, and no one saw him put a light red light into the lotus seed soup that the emperor used for supper. The emperor ate it while he meditated What, he didn't leave quietly until the emperor finished eating.

Since then, he has never seen his old friend again.I just heard he's doing well.

Another 12 years passed, and just this year, shortly before the second emperor of the empire came to the throne, the man died of illness at the age of 69.

On the day of burial, it was cloudy and rainy, and the crying of the descendants was loud.

No one knew that the old man lying in the coffin had an old wine bag beside him.

8
"Hey! Why did you fall asleep again while talking?" In the inn room, the little monk poked the fox with a broken tail lying on the quilt, and turned to ask her anxiously, "What's going on? Can it be saved? "

She stroked the fox's smooth fur and smiled confidently.

The little monk was overjoyed: "Is there help?!"

"It's dead."

"Ah?" The little monk who misunderstood her confidence, fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, "You can't even save me?"

"Do you know the importance of the tail to the fox demon?" She rolled her eyes at him, "Not only does it cut off its own tail, but it can also swallow tens of thousands of UFOs. It's obviously feeding itself arsenic and then stabbing it hard. I'm just a doctor I can't save such a fool." After finishing speaking, she added, "Besides, this is a rare 'grey fox', for a gray fox, the tail is simply the lifeblood."

The little monk was in a hurry, scratching his bald head and walking back and forth by the bed, muttering: "What can I do?" While talking, he suddenly stopped and asked, "What is a gray fox?"

"There is a different kind among the fox demons. It started from the scorpion. Its eyes are like gray mist, so it is called the gray fox. It is born with black and white, and there is no distinction between male and female. After adulthood, it can become a male or a female according to its own will. , the tail of the gray fox is especially precious, if you take it, it will turn into light, feed people with light, and then add the mantra of another person's name, then the person who eats light will love this person, even if he has the hatred of killing his father , or you can ignore it." She said word by word, "This fox's tail is very valuable. Since ancient times, how many people have wanted a tail like this to charm others. Because of this tail, their number is so high. Fewer and fewer."

"Is that so..." the little monk was worried.

The fox on the bed moved, but without opening its eyes, it opened its mouth and said, "Young lady can't save me?"

"How do you want me to save you?" she asked back.

The fox opened his eyes and looked back at his bare buttocks: "Maybe the tail can be continued?"

She shook her head: "Your body is useless, the resentment of UFO has corroded too deeply. Even if I regenerate a tail for you with medicine, it will not be able to take root in such a decayed body."

"I see..." the fox sighed, "Then forget it."

"You have to suffer on your own, and you have no one to blame." She curled her lips, pulled out a needle as thin as a cow's hair stuck in the top of the fox's head, flicked it out, the needle melted into water, and fell to the ground invisible, "You are also lucky, you have swallowed so many ghosts. Floating can last until now."

"You call those things UFOs?" Fox asked.

"Every living thing, after death, will leave some things that ordinary people can't see, and these things are good or bad." She yawned, "Twenty thousand soldiers died in vain, and the UFOs left in Shu It must be because of deep resentment, wishing to destroy the world. If that person can live to the end of his life safely, you can be considered broken."

The fox was silent for a moment, and said: "It's not all because of him. Although Shu Kingdom suffered from the disaster of subjugation, I fell in love with the beautiful mountains and rivers here. , Innocent people are often hurt by unknown things. Although I have no tail and my demon power is getting weaker, I am still stronger than the three-legged cat Taoist they found. Swallowing these UFOs and using my body as a seal, I can The only way I could think of."

"Saving people is one of the reasons, and the second reason is that you are worried that if you let the UFOs go unchecked, they will become stronger and stronger, and they will eventually seek revenge on that person, right?" She squatted beside the bed, resting her chin on the edge of the bed Looking into its eyes, "There is a grievance and a debtor, why should you clean up the mess for him?"

The fox let out a long breath and closed his eyes: "I owe him a tail."

She stood up and shrugged her shoulders: "It's up to you. But..." She suddenly seemed to think of something, "You asked me to meet at the Snow Wind Inn, maybe you want to use my hand to get rid of those few A slug monster?"

The fox slowly said: "There are few people who die in vain in the world, and the girl has no loss. I am weak, and I may not be the opponent of the slug monster. It's just that the four merchants, the girl watched them lose their lives and refused to help. , it was beyond my expectation.”

"I only save monsters, not people." She smiled.

"Anyway, it's no regret to be able to see Miss Taoyao before she dies." The fox buried his face a little deeper, "I'm sorry for making your trip useless."

The little monk tugged at her sleeves and looked at her with red eyes and tears.

"Save your expression for alms!" She shook off his hand.

The little monk held on to her sleeve unrelentingly, his mouth constricted even more, and he choked up and said, "It's a big deal, I will give you more of the food I melted in the future!"

"I want to eat meat!"

"You're not old...not old at all!"

She suddenly got goosebumps, and quickly pushed the little monk away: "Go away! Let me tell you, I can't save this fox, unless I empty it out and start over."

The little monk's eyes lit up: "Empty and start again?"

"It is to completely return it to its original shape before it dies, and return it to the state when it was just born. But this process of 'emptying' is very painful. The ordinary little gray fox has zero power, zero memory, and zero everything." She squinted at the little monk, "Are you willing to ask it?"

Before the little monk could speak, the fox raised his head: "I am willing."

"I thought you fell asleep again." She said seriously, "If you die during this process, don't blame me."

"I don't blame you." The fox shook his head.

"Okay." She walked back to the bed, and stretched out her left palm in front of the fox, "I've cured you. Then, according to my rules, any monster that I heal must agree to be my medicine. Come on, stretch out your paw and poke a stamp into my palm!"

"Medicine?" the fox asked suspiciously.

"I'm a doctor, and the most important thing in life must be medicine." She giggled, "You promised to be my medicine, so one day if I need any part of you, you have to give it to me unconditionally. If you want your ears, you have to cut them off, and if you want your claws, you have to cut them off, understand?"

"Sin, sin..." the little monk muttered while pinching the beads, but she stared at him fiercely, and immediately shut up again.

The fox thought for a while, stretched out his paw, pressed it into her palm, and said, "Is this all right?"

"You are quite refreshing." She looked at Kong Kong's palm, and a dark light flowed through her. She rubbed her hands in satisfaction, "Okay, I'll treat you." Then, she untied the cloth bag at her waist, After rummaging through it for a long time, he found a gourd the size of a thumb, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Trouble, you have to get the UFO out of your body first."

"I'll chant scriptures for you!" The little monk stood beside her seriously.

"It might go more smoothly if you don't read me!" She pushed the little monk away, "Go and watch at the door, don't let other people in!"

"Oh, then I'll go to the door to chant scriptures..."

When she and the fox were alone in the room, she took a black pill from the cloth bag, and before feeding it to the fox, the fox stopped her suddenly.

She raised her eyebrows: "What's wrong? Have you repented?"

"I know what you've been wanting to ask me is why you are so desperate to save him." The fox said slowly, "I can't answer you after taking this pill, right?"

She froze for a while: "You say."

"I didn't save him." The fox's slender eyes bent like crescent moons. "I saved the boy who wanted to fight with his sword in the bonfire and strong wine on a cold night many years ago."

After a long time, she cut and said, "Open your mouth!"

tail

At dawn, the yamen servants found three large wooden boxes at the gate of the official mansion. When they opened them, there were six children of one or two years old inside, all of whom were still alive, but unconscious.

A letter is placed in a prominent place, the content is only a few lines - I met four people by chance in the inn, the merchants are fake, and it is true to steal other people's children for profit. , please dispose of it properly.

The yamen servants looked at each other for a moment, and hurriedly carried the box back to the house to report.

Before entering Sichuan, she had seen a few government notices, on which were painted the heads of four men, gangsters, murderers and robbers, and occasionally traffickers.She has no other strengths, but she has good eyesight and a good memory. So, being a bad person also depends on luck.It's a pity that the four of them didn't even leave a corpse, otherwise they could have exchanged them for rewards from the government...

On the streets in the early morning, there is white snow everywhere. Although it cannot be compared with the north, it is enough to make people happy.

Taoyao exhaled and rubbed her hands while admiring the scenery on both sides.

Behind him, the little monk hugged a fluffy little guy not much bigger than a rabbit, repeating like chanting: "Taoyao! Keep it! Keep it!"

Tao Yao turned a deaf ear to it, and just read aloud: "I am alone in a boat and hat, fishing for snow in the cold river."

"Taoyao, Taoyao, Taoyao! Leave it, leave it!!" The little monk chased after her and continued to read.

"Chaimen hears the dog barking, and returns home on a snowy night." Tao Yao turned her face away.

"Taoyao! How can it live alone at such a small age! How dare you tell me to throw it by the side of the road!" The little monk was anxious, and blurted out, "You are inhuman!!"

Tao Yao stopped suddenly, and the little monk almost bumped into her.

"I'm inhuman?" Taoyao put one hand on her hip and pointed at the little monk's nose with the other, "If it wasn't for me being an inhumane person who dragged you out of the pile of dead monks and fed you up with shit and piss , can you live to this day? I haven’t even scolded you for not living up to your expectations. You only eat but don’t grow up, so you rebelled and scolded me?”

The little monk's face was flushed red, and he held back for a long time before he plucked up the courage to say: "So, anyway, you have already raised me, so it doesn't matter if you raise another one!"

Tao Yao snorted coldly through her nose: "Our family can only raise one trash."

The little monk jumped in anger, and hugged the little thing in his arms even tighter: "Okay! If you don't raise it, I will raise it! I won't eat a grain of rice from you, and I won't cost you a copper coin!"

"Then you take it and get out together." Tao Yao left without looking back.

The little monk stood there aggrieved, so uncomfortable that he was about to cry.

The little thing in his arms stretched out his head, a half-black and half-white young fox, rolled its gray eyes, carefully licked the little monk's face, then broke free from his arms, and fell to the ground , shaking his hair, looking at the world curiously.It is good in everything, but its tail is strange, not like a fox, but like a rabbit, with a round tuft of fur.

Taoyao said that when its little tail grows into a real fox tail, it can become a real fox demon and be eligible for formal training.

After walking a long way, Tao Yao turned her head secretly, but the annoying little monk didn't follow her!

She turned around, and at a distance of more than ten meters, the little monk and the little fox were squatting on the ground side by side, looking at her eagerly like a beggar, and the little fox turned his head from time to time.

As the cold wind blew, she stomped her feet, gritted her teeth and said, "How many sins have I committed!"

After finishing speaking, she rushed back aggressively, pointed at the little monk and said, "Moya, listen carefully to me, it belongs to you to raise it, and you will be responsible for its eating, drinking, and sleeping. Also, if it is killed by someone one day If you catch it and eat it, go and save it yourself, if you are caught too, turn it into broth with it, don’t expect me to save you!"

Although he has always been dissatisfied with Taoyao for giving him such a name, it sounds particularly pleasing to the ear today.

Grinding his teeth, he broke into a smile immediately: "Did you agree?"

"I didn't agree!" Tao Yao snorted, turned and left.

Moya hurriedly picked up the little fox, and said excitedly: "Taoyao is willing to take you in! You can follow us from now on!"

The little fox tilted his head to look at him, and blinked.

It was snowing and the weather was fine, and the market gradually became more crowded. Taoyao was holding a warm biscuit, and while eating, she looked at the men and women passing by her. She grinded her teeth and made a basket, put the fox in it, and carried it happily. Walking through the streets, talking to it while walking, telling it that this is a house, that is a bun, this is the sky, that is a cloud, Taoyao thinks that this little monk looks very stupid.

The fox stayed in the basket obediently, poking his head out from under the lid of the basket from time to time to look around.

Tao Yao glanced at it.

The last words it said before swallowing the pill were - I still want to live and see this prosperous world.

Tao Yao stretched her waist, in fact, she also wanted to see it.

Since Moya said that she needs to travel all over the world to be a good monk, then she will reluctantly go for a walk together. Compared with Taodu, this lively world is much more interesting.

Not far away, Moya stood in front of a small stall and waved to her excitedly: "Come and see, come and see, this noodle is so delicate!"

She rolled her eyes impatiently: "Come here! I know how to look at these useless things every day!"

The sun gradually rose, and the long-lost sunlight fell on the denser and denser crowd, and the sounds of the market spread vividly.

(End of this chapter)