Yang Jian, is this yours?

The Zhou army returned in triumph, and Huang Tianhua did according to what he said when he came, and brought back all the heads of the four generals of the Mo family, and by the way, Yang Jian, the undercover 'flower fox' of the Xiqi army.

At the celebration banquet in the evening, although Yang Jian was socializing on his face, his eyes fell on Qingxi who communicated with Nezha from time to time, and a smile appeared on his handsome face——

On the battlefield today, Yang Jian was rendered speechless for a moment by Qingxi's words, and then he understood what he was talking about, so he had to explain to Qingxi that he was not an enemy army, nor was he a fairy. Sadly, Qingxi didn't seem to be Willing to believe his words, although there is some doubt and fear in the eyes, the hand holding the sword is very steady.

"I'm really from Xiqi, and I'm not a monster. If you don't believe me, Nezha can testify for me. All the generals of Xiqi know me." Yang Jian said to him.

Qingxi still couldn't believe what the 'fox' who had turned into a human in front of him said. It just so happened that Huang Tianhua came over to cut off the head of Lishou, so Qingxi asked him: "...do you know this person?"—— It's over, and I don't remember the name of the person in front of me...

And it just happened by chance, Huang Tianhua came to Xiqi for the first time, and he had never met Yang Jian before, so he shook his head and said, "No, but what happened?"

Qingxi nodded, originally wanted to tell him about this, but then felt that the fox turned into a human was too unimaginable, so she shook her head again.

"It's fine, we've won the battle, let's go back quickly - this man is also carrying it, I think he is upright, he doesn't look like a treacherous man like Mo Lishou, maybe he is really one of my senior brothers Woolen cloth."

Only then did Qingxi put down the sword, but she still found something to tie Yang Jian up.

The three of them walked all the way, and happened to meet Nezha head-on. As soon as he saw Yang Jian, he immediately stepped on the hot wheel and said to Yang Jian happily: "Senior brother Yang, you are back!"

Yang Jian responded with a slight smile.

Huang Tianhua: "Huh?" - what to do, it's really a brother...

Qingxi: "Huh?"—Is this guy a vixen?

Nezha: "Brother, why are you tied up by someone?"

Yang Jian: "I caused some misunderstandings when I was incarnated just now, now that you are here, it's easier to make it clear."

Yang Jian smiled and introduced: "I am Yang Jian, the disciple of Daoist Master Yuding in Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain, my junior, and this little Taoist priest. I am very polite."

……

Yang Jian saw Qingxi and Nezha sitting together, showing the difference between the two teenagers, one was too lively and the other was a bit cold, but the atmosphere between the two was unexpectedly harmonious.Yang Jian lowered his head and smiled, pretending to be drinking water, and he really felt that the boy named Qingxi was secretly looking at him. As soon as he raised his head, the boy immediately looked away.

really interesting. ——Yang Jian lowered his head and thought, presumably life in the military camp in the future will be more interesting.

Here Nezha was still talking to Qingxi, but found that he was a little absent-minded, and his eyes looked in the direction of senior brother Yang Jian from time to time, thinking that he was afraid of offending senior brother Yang Jian because of the misunderstanding just now, so he comforted and said, "Qingxi doesn't have to be like this." Mind you, Senior Brother Yang Jian is a good person, he won't be angry with you, by the way, Senior Brother saved you when you fell from the sky that day."

Qingxi's heart trembled, he glanced at the man again, and asked in disbelief: "Then...the man saved me?"

Nezha secretly took a sip of the wine in his glass and said, "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. By the way, I was the first person to discover Qingxi, but I asked my brother to save you."

Qingxi feels a little depressed now, he never thought that his savior would be a vixen, or a male vixen, although Yang Jian said that he just transformed into that, but Qingxi felt that he was a vixen—— Is there any difference between a person who becomes a fox and a fox who becomes a person?

He couldn't stop having some strange thoughts in his mind—he didn't even care what was in the bronze container in front of him, he just wanted to moisten his dry lips, so he took a big sip—

"Cough...cough..."

"Ah, Qingxi, drink slowly, don't worry..."

Yang Jian watched from the side and couldn't help lowering his head to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay." Qingxi wiped her mouth, Bai Nen's ears turned red, she kept her head facing the table and refused to lift it up, as if she was facing the wall and thinking about her past.

"Where... Nezha..."

Nezha listened carefully, when he heard Qingxi whispering, he immediately moved closer, only to hear his little friend ask in his ear: "That...is that brother of yours...a vixen?"

After hearing this, Nezha first frowned and thought for a while, then turned his eyes to Yang Jian, and then laughed, then looked at Qingxi for a while, looked at Yang Jian for a while, and laughed so much that he lay down on the wine table.

"Hahaha...a vixen...Senior brother Yang is a vixen, so funny...hahaha...Qingxi, why do you think so?"

His voice made everyone glance here, even Yang Jian stared at their movement here.

"Stop laughing." Qingxi corrected her face when she saw more and more people paying attention to this place, and whispered to Nezha.

The evening celebration banquet lasted for a long time before passing, and then the generals and generals waved goodbye to each other and went back.

Qingxi couldn't help feeling embarrassed when thinking about what happened today, and remembering that her savior had the special ability to turn into a fox—he sighed inwardly, feeling that there are so many miraculous things in this world.

Today's night is not dull, but with a refreshing cool breeze, Qingxi groped back to his resting place, threw himself on the bed, sniffed the smell on his clothes, frowned and prepared to change, and remembered that this is not Familiar world, not even a place to bathe.But it's strange to say that I know that King Wu defeated Zhou, but I don't know that there were supernatural things like ghosts, gods and monsters thousands of years ago. It's really amazing.

"Forget it..." Qingxi didn't think too much, so she took off her coat and fell asleep, and soon there was no movement.

After Yang Jian came back, he saw that the boy named Qingxi was still asleep in his bedroom, he looked helplessly for a while, and then retreated out again.

The moonlight shone on the silent military camp. At this time, most people fell into a deep sleep. Yang Jian sat on the branch of a big tree, leaning against the big tree to prepare to rest, and then he heard the clear voice of the young man, "Hello..."

Yang Jian opened his eyes and glanced down, and saw Qingxi standing under the tree looking up at him.

"...What are you sleeping here for?" Qingxi just felt that someone came into the room, but he was not asleep. Later, when he saw that the figure of the person was Yang Jian, he secretly followed him out.

"Then what are you doing here?" Yang Jian also asked him.

Qingxi replied, "Thank you for saving me that day."

Yang Jian smiled, jumped down from the tree, and said, "It's just a trivial matter, and there is nothing to be thankful for."

"Thank you anyway," Qing Xi said earnestly, and then added in a low voice: "Also, today's matter—I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry where did you come from?" Yang Jian couldn't help but want to touch that drooping little head because of his height advantage, but he didn't move for a long time. He said, "Qingxi doesn't have to be like this."

Qingxi looked up at him, and after a while he said "Oh", but he remembered the name of the person in front of him——Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, Yang Jian, I dare not forget the kindness of saving my life.Qingxi muttered slowly in her heart, and recalled the scene of talking with him under the tree just now, feeling a little happy in her heart, hugged her sword tightly, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When Qingxi woke up the next day, he immediately realized that there was someone else in front of the bed, and he got up quickly, only to find out that it was Nezha, Qingxi relaxed a little.

"You're awake." Nezha sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

"En." Qingxi got up and got out of bed.

Nezha sat in the back boredly, and after a while suddenly asked, "Why did Qingxi sleep at Senior Brother Yang's place last night?"

Qingxi's hands froze in arranging his clothes, he turned around and looked at Nezha and asked, "Isn't this... my residence?"

Nezha frowned and said, "No, this is Brother Yang's place. Your residence is not here. Why, no one told you?"

"...No." Qingxi thought again that Yang Jian came here suddenly yesterday, and then spent the night in a tree—it turned out that he was the dove occupying the magpie's nest and didn't know it. Zha said, "I left beforehand."

Nezha watched him leave in a hurry, thought for a while in puzzlement, and then left.

Qingxi searched around in the camp, and soon found that Yang Jian was still reclined under the tree where they talked last night, his long legs were half-bent, and his whole body was bathed in the morning light, which made his face even more handsome. Free and easy.

When Yang Jian heard someone coming down from the tree, he tilted his head and opened his eyes to see the clear stream under the tree. Seeing the young man's cheeks flushed from running, he immediately turned over and came down from the tree, asking, "What's wrong?"

"..." Qingxi took a step back, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the place where I stayed these two nights was your residence, so I caused you trouble... Also, I still want to thank you."

"It's okay." Yang Jian felt that Qingxi was exuding a pitiful feeling of self-blame, and he said comfortingly, "I used to live in the mountains all day long when I was cultivating Taoism in the mountains. I have long been used to it." , Qingxi doesn’t have to be like this.”

Although he heard Yang Jian say this, Qingxi still blamed himself in his heart. He saluted sullenly and said, "Thank you, you not only saved me, but you don't care about my living in your residence."

Seeing Qingxi's small head right in front of his eyes, Yang Jian couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and then said: "It's okay, Qingxi doesn't have to be like this, do I look like the kind of person who cares a lot?"

Qingxi felt a warm hand caressing his head, reminding him of his uncles in another time and space. They also liked to touch his head like this, and then said: "Qingxi has grown taller again, I'm about to become an adult, and my uncle won't be able to get close to you like this."

At first, Qingxi still felt nostalgic, but after thinking about it, she said with some embarrassment: "Don't touch it anymore, I... I haven't bathed for many days..."

The slightly hygienic Yang Jian stopped immediately, and he moved his hand down as if nothing had happened, and said, "What's the matter? But I can't find a place to take a bath?"

Qingxi nodded.

Seeing that his earrings were reddish, Yang Jian knew that he was shy, and felt that the child was really cute, so he said: "I know that there is a stream in the woods not far from here, where you can bathe, but it's just on the way with the army. It's a little harder."

Qingxi said: "I understand."

"That's good," Yang Jian said, "Is there anything to do later? If there's nothing else, then I'll take you there."

Qingxi said: "It's not a big deal."

"That's good, you clean up, and I'll take you there later." Yang Jian said.

Qingxi stood still, Yang Jian asked, "What's wrong?"

"I've packed it up."

"?"

"I've already packed it." Qingxi said again.

Even if Yang Jian was so determined, he couldn't help being taken aback, and said, "So fast?"

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Go to code again, catch bugs and wait to change together... so tired

I still ask for collection and comments, because of the hard work of others~~