Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

Xuanji knew that she really couldn't ask anything now.

The author has something to say: This is a well-thought-out notice: the update will be stopped for one day tomorrow, but two chapters will be updated on Friday.

This decision was made because the next two chapters might be confusing to read separately.

On weekends, I will drastically revise the article and delete some long-winded sentences, but the main purpose is that the simplification will not increase, so it will not have any impact on everyone who follows the article.

Chapter 6

Xuanji slowly opened her eyes, the temperature around her was so cold that she shivered, so she moved a little slowly.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and snowflakes had been falling from the sky. After looking at it for a long time, my eyes were a little sore and blurred.

Xuanji has no memory of how she got here or what she was going to do. She only knows that her name is Xuanji, she doesn't belong here, and she should leave here.

Subconsciously looking at the place beside him, subconsciously told himself that there should be someone there, but it was nothing but white.The snow in the sky will fall more and more. Xuanji's clothes are thin, even if she is an alchemist, if she doesn't find a place to avoid the snow, she will freeze to death after a while.

Xuanji walked forward slowly, but the Qiankun bag was not on her body, so she could only walk.After an unknown amount of time, the silhouettes of mountains and trees finally appeared in the distance, and there was also a small black spot not far away.Xuanji narrowed her eyes, staring directly at the white snow field for a long time made her eyesight drop suddenly. She thought she might be dazzled, but as she walked slowly, the small black spot became bigger and bigger, and there was indeed a child lying on the ground .

He was wearing a fine sable fur and a brocade hat on his head, but in this icy and snowy place, his small mouth was still purple from the cold.Xuanji only glanced at it, and saw that the child was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, looking like he was lying on the ground, so he raised his legs and continued to walk forward.After walking a few steps, stopped, turned her head and looked back, finally sighed, so Xuanji turned back again, squatted down, patted the little man on the ground, and asked: "Little friend, are you okay?" ?"

The villain was motionless and unresponsive, but he still had breath and his body was warm.Xuanji touched the child's arm again, measured the bone age, and it was five years old.

Xuanji sighed again, as a cultivator is stronger than ordinary people, it is not difficult to carry this child on his back.

With people behind her back, Xuanji walked even slower.After an unknown amount of time, a dilapidated wooden house finally appeared in front of her, maybe it was the abandoned house of a hunter or a forest guard, so she walked in.The room was small and crude, without a bed or tables and chairs, only a small pit in the center for a fire.Xuanji went outside and picked up some branches, at least she started a fire.

Sparks splashed with the sound of beeping, the temperature in the room rose, and the child sleeping beside him woke up slowly.

Xuanji fiddled with the fire with a branch in one hand, and asked, "Why is this little friend alone in this icy and snowy place?"

The child just stared at Xuanji with a pair of big black and white eyes, without saying a word, and then a wisp of snot slowly flowed down and hung on his lips, but he remained motionless.

Xuanji frowned, thinking to herself, could she be an idiot, and asked again: "Do you know where this is?" She still didn't get a response, so she gave up.

After a while, the child spoke, without blinking his eyes, and said in a childlike voice, "Did you send me to catch me back to practice sword?"

Xuanji shook her head and asked, "So you ran out because you didn't want to practice sword?"

The child pursed his mouth, wrinkled his nose, looked at the pitiful one, and said, "Because Daddy threw my little flower to death."

"What is Xiaohua?" Xuanji asked, suddenly understanding Hua Yunsheng's mood back then.After a while, Xuanji came to her senses, thinking about who Hua Yunsheng was, and why she suddenly thought of this person.

"It's a red-billed parrot, it will accompany me and talk to me." The child sniffed his nose vigorously at this moment, Xuanji looked at the snot that couldn't get up and down, and hurriedly tore off a piece of cloth from her sleeve , wiped the snot.

"Then your dad is really bad. So you ran out?"

"Sister, are you a bad person?"

Xuanji found that this child really didn't like to answer people's questions, and was a little dazed, and didn't know how the adults in the family disciplined her, so she smiled helplessly and said, "If I were a bad person, I would have thrown you out a long time ago. , why bother to carry you back and take care of you."

The child lowered his head and hugged his legs, but he didn't speak again.

Xuanji waited for a while, and suddenly heard a murmur, looked at the blushing child, and said with a smile: "I don't have anything to eat here, remember the way home, I'll take you back."

"I have to practice swords when I go back. I won't go back." The child buried his head in his arms, resisting.

"But my sister has to go home too, what will you do next? Are you looking for food alone?" Xuanji coaxed with a smile.

The child raised his head, stared at Xuanji without blinking, and asked, "Sister, can you take me back to your home?"

"My home? I don't have a home." Xuanji shook her head and said, "Besides, I have lost my memory now, all I know is that I should leave here, I don't belong here."

After hearing this, the child lowered his head again, looking listless.

The branches on the ground were about to burn out at this time, so Xuanji went out to pick up some more, and when she came back, the child was lying on the ground and fast asleep.After breaking off the branches several times and throwing them into the fire, the sound of beeping and warmth made her feel a little sleepy.

Xuanji looked at the child's face again, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, but she still couldn't remember anything, so she simply stopped thinking about it, cleaned the floor a little, and then lay down to take a nap.

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He was woken up by a knock on the door.

Xuanji hadn't slept so soundly for a long, long time, and her well-rested head didn't recover quickly for a while. Xuanji sat blankly, looking at the banging wooden door that was still being knocked on, and it took a long time to react. Get up and open the door.

They were two middle-aged male cultivators in brocade robes.Xuanji cupped her hands and asked, "Please ask me, what's the matter?"

One of the male cultivators turned his head and looked into the room from the space next to Xuanji, then showed a surprised expression, pushed Xuanji away, rushed to the fire, and picked up the sleeping child lying beside him.

Another male cultivator explained to Xuanji with a wry smile: "My eldest daughter of the Lord Wenjiabao ran away from home, so I found it."

temperature?Something flashed through Xuanji's mind suddenly, but it disappeared after all.

"I passed by here, and saw my little friend collapsed on the ground, already fainted from the cold. The weather was bad, so I had to find a place to light a fire to help her recover." Xuanji also explained.

The male cultivator bowed and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for taking care of me. If you don't mind, you can move to our Wenjiabao to survive the bad weather."

The child woke up after being picked up. Seeing a familiar face in front of him, his eyebrows immediately frowned, but he didn't say a word, and obediently handed his hand to the male cultivator.

The two male cultivators came on horseback, and the four of them felt a little worried about the two horses. In the end, one male cultivator said that he stepped back on a flying sword and gave his horse to Xuanji.

"It's cold in winter nights. As a woman, Fellow Daoist, it's better to ride a horse."

"Xuanji thanked you for this."

When riding back to Wenjiabao, the male cultivator who was riding on another horse with a child approached and asked, "This place is remote, and it is difficult for people who collect herbs to come to the back mountain. Why did fellow Taoists come here?"

Xuanji shook her head and said, "I wake up here, and I can't remember anything, and I don't have anything on me."

"That's it. I'll go and talk to the Castle Master. After all, Fellow Daoist is Junqing's savior, and the Castle Master will definitely help you."

Junqing?

Xuanji looked at the villain sitting on the horse. At this time, she still didn't say a word, her eyes were on the ground, neither crying nor fussing, and she was less angry than before.

"Why did she run away from home? She is so young." Xuanji asked.

The male cultivator smiled wryly and said, "Junqing is stubborn and self-willed by nature, he didn't like studying, so he played truant and ran away."

Xuanji saw that Junqing raised his head when he heard this, and his mouth moved, but he still didn't say anything.

"That's it." Xuanji smiled.

The male cultivator continued to introduce to Xuanji: "I want to come to Daoist friends who have amnesia, and I don't know much about me, so I will talk about it. We have heavy snow all the year round, and there are no people in the radius of ten miles, but our castle master Wentang is a row in the cultivation world." The sword cultivator in the front position is kind and honest. Although the weather here is bad, the castle master said that he can sharpen his sword heart, so he has settled here since then."