Lonely king and the widowed woman

It's not a day or two for mojiu to leave this ghost place.

Since she lived in this small courtyard, she had more nightmares than her two lives combined. Every night, with the toss of the plot, if you sort it out, you can write a thriller and horror novel.

Before she didn't go, she was worried about poison and wanted to wait for Xiao Qian; Second, the food in Xiao's house is too exquisite, and someone is filial. She wants to eat more. Now Xiao Qian has not returned for a long time, and the fire is about to fall on the instep of her feet. She doesn't care about that much.

"Aunt blue, prepare water - I want to bathe in incense."

The weather was too hot, and the sweat had already wet her back. She took a good bath, put on light clothes, and called Xia Qing to the bed in bursts of fragrance.

This girl is very clever. She has been told by Wen Jingshu to serve Mo Jiu here these days. She is very good at coming. But she would call her, but she seemed nervous, "what's the matter with the girl looking for the maid?"

Mo Jiu lifted his eyelids, pinched the formula with both hands, sat cross legged on the bed, put a Taoist bun on his head, dressed plainly and solemnly, "Xia Qing, what do you think I look like?"

"Oh." Xia Qing looked at her up and down and couldn't help but be stunned, "like a Taoist."

Mo Jiu nodded tactfully, "I'm practicing Taoist Valley cultivation."

Pigu is a kind of health preservation method of Taoism. Xia Qing, a 15-year-old girl, doesn't know what it means? She just stared at her serious face and couldn't speak.

Mo Jiu gently breathed in, slowly exhaled, then closed his eyes and repeated it three times. Finally, he slowly opened his eyes. With a Taoist and immortal attitude, "kindly" looked at Xia Qing and whispered softly: "Crazy son, it's hard to avoid filth when people eat cereals. They fall into the cycle of life, age and death. Xiaoxian is in the immortal state. She has been down to earth for more than ten years. Now if you want to return to heaven, you must not eat ordinary things and study hard to break through the valley."

Xia Qing glanced at the fruit tray on her bedside table, thinking about her virtue of eating, "Oh", half convinced.

Mo Jiu cleared his throat and sighed: "since the day I opened the valley, I don't go out of the house and won't be disturbed, so I don't need you to serve. Moreover, the air of yin and filth in this hospital is very heavy, so it's not suitable for you to live for a long time. Xia Qing, go yourself."

In fact, Xia Qing doesn't want to stay here.

Huang Fu was pasted everywhere in the courtyard. All kinds of untouchable mechanisms were gloomy in the daytime, which made her a little afraid. Moreover, mojiu's brain was different from ordinary people. She often couldn't keep up with her thinking and lived in fear almost every day. Now she was "kicked out" by mojiu. She only politely said a few words, so she happily went back and told Wen Jingshu.

As soon as Xia Qing left, only Mo Jiu, aunt LAN and mei'er were left in the small yard. It was originally a quiet small yard. In this big night, the needle fell and could be heard. There was a night wind blowing through the treetops. It was cool. If ordinary people took a trip, they had to be scared to go underground to see their ancestors.

"It's fun, it's fun, but it's fun!" Mo Jiu smiled and grabbed a pear from the table, chewed it clean, added water, and narrowed for a beauty sleep. When it was late at night, he led aunt LAN to the next door again.

Aunt Lan thought she was going to take the opportunity to escape.

But she stole a chicken, yawned and went back to sleep.

This confused aunt LAN, who was preparing to pack her luggage.

She and mei'er, anxious left and right, sighed. They didn't sleep well all night. They took turns to guard in front of Mo Jiu's bed for fear that she would be robbed by Xiao Erlang's people, but Mo Jiu rarely slept well.