In the end of the world, the paper of a child who wears ancient times cannot afford to be hurt

Mu Ze took a few steps back, and raised his head, but saw the erratic two people stepping back after a dozen moves in a row.

"Heh..." Yi Limo glanced at the opposite side, and after making an incomprehensible sound, Yi Limo flew away in a flash.

But Ou Siye didn't even look at the person who had gone away from the corner of his eye, walked straight to the boy, said "go" and led him away.

Some time has passed since I went down the tunnel that day, because I was concerned about the situation in the village, so the three of them spent a day in a nearby town to recuperate, and after contacting the people in the villa, they learned about the recent situation Then I was ready to go back to Jin'an.

Originally, they thought that although it would be a bit troublesome to go out, they should go back quickly, but they didn't realize it was not the case after asking the people in the town.

But it turned out that the twists and turns of the tunnel, plus the direction they came out from, this place is actually quite far from Qingxian Villa.Moreover, the cold wind blows every day, and the temperature is much lower than that in Jin'an.

Because Mu Ze didn't know how to ride a horse, and he didn't want him to blow the cold wind, Ousye asked Feng Yi to prepare a carriage.

"Will it be cold?" Ou Siye asked while taking a book from the hidden compartment to pass the time.

Looking at the cloak on his body, Mu Ze shook his head, thinking: They don't feel cold, so how could he be cold when he was wrapped in a few extra clothes.It's just that although I thought so in my heart, my concern for him was very beneficial, and I took the book after smiling slightly.After flipping through a few pages, I saw that it was an anecdote, but I was quite interested, so I started to read it from the beginning.

He raised his hand and poured two cups of hot tea, one cup was delivered to a place within his reach, Osye drank the tea and looked at him quietly.

It's not that the traditional Chinese characters are completely incomprehensible, it's just that the half-guessing is really disappointing.Mu Ze frowned, turned the pages faster, and became less interested.

Seeing his expression, Ou Siye put down the teacup after a moment of thought, and then took the book out of his hand.

Looking up at him radioactively, Mu Ze looked puzzled.However, he did not explain, and just turned the book back to the first page, "Outside Gusu City, next to Red Willow Village, although it is already the end of winter, the weeping willow branches by the river are showing a little bit of green. Not far from the river There is a house with red bricks, green tiles and carved beams... From a wing room on the east side, the sound of reading can be heard from time to time. Looking through the window, I saw a handsome and elegant scholar of ten years old. Leading five students to recite poems and essays. The scholar's surname is Kang... The master, Shan Tianyu, is in his forties. He has small eyes, thin lips, thin skin, and a cold and ruthless personality. His imperial servants are extremely cruel. A set of strict family rules, if inadvertently offended, you can be whipped or beaten with a stick, or burned..."

Listening to him slowly narrating the contents of the book in a deep voice, there seemed to be a hint of a smile on Mu Ze's lips, and then he leaned against the car wall and listened quietly.

After he told three or four anecdotes, Mu Ze added tea to his teacup, served it to him and said: "The stories in this book are similar, why don't you tell some stories from Jianghu?"

A story in the rivers and lakes?Seeing him resting his chin with his hands and looking at him with his head tilted, with a somewhat lazy look, Ou Siye gave a compliment.

The two chatted without saying a word in the car, but Feng Yi, who was driving, couldn't help but be surprised to hear that the owner of the owner had said so much today.

Along the way, the two chatted in the car, or read a book, or turned out the chessboard and talked about a few games. Not only did they not feel bored, but their relationship became closer.

Ten days later, the group of three finally returned to Jin'an.

Since the martial arts people who went to the real world didn't come back that day, there have been rumors in the rivers and lakes that the so-called treasure may be a trap, and those who have gone to the real world are probably in bad luck now.

Although the owner of the villa has not returned for a long time, Mo Jin is not too worried. After finding someone to rebuild the Qingxian Villa, he waited in the villa.

But in a month's time, the original ruins have once again erected a villa that is the same as before.At this point, people in the Jianghu couldn't help sighing in their hearts for his strong human and financial resources, and they dared not spread the word that the Qingxian Villa has disappeared in the Jianghu.

"Master!" Mo Jin greeted him with a smile on his face after receiving the news.Although guessing that the owner of the villa will be fine, seeing the three people who are safe and sound at this time is obviously completely relieved.After shouting, he nodded to Mu Ze and the others as a greeting.

"How is everything in the villa?" Ou Siye asked casually, and walked into the villa first.From the corner of the eye, he saw the young man by his side looking around in surprise, then tilted his head and said, "I'll take you for a walk after the break."

"Okay." Thinking that before leaving, it was still a mess of ruins, but now it looks like there are pavilions, pavilions, flowers, bamboo, trees, small bridges and rockery, etc., but Mu Ze is really interested in taking a stroll.Such a big Zhuangzi was repaired so quickly, the ancients were really amazing.

Mo Jin glanced at the two of them, and saw that the owner of the villa was heading towards the courtyard where he lived, guessing that he was not in the mood to listen to the affairs of the village, so he winked at Feng Yi, and retreated with him.

After entering the courtyard on the east side, Ou Siye brought him into his room again by some strange circumstances.

Knowing the time of their return, Mo Jin had already sent someone to prepare all the items, so the two went to take a bath to wash away the dust along the way.

When Mu Ze finished washing, Ou Siye hadn't come out yet, so he sat at the table and looked at the layout of the room.

"Why haven't you dried your hair?" When Ou Siye returned to the room, he immediately saw the young man sitting there covered in moisture from the shower, and his expression softened involuntarily.

The weather in Jin'an is still warm, so Mu Ze impatiently brushed his hair slowly.Hearing his words at this time, he raised his hand and rubbed it for himself, and after throwing out many drops of water, he said indifferently: "It's okay, it will dry by itself in a while." The next second, he couldn't help pulling it again My hair, I said to myself, "It seems to have grown a lot."

Lifting his feet and walking over, Ou Siye took the cloth towel he casually threw on the table and wiped his hair half-dry, "It's really grown." The short hair he had when he first saw him had already reached his shoulders.

Thinking about it this way, Ou Siye realized that he had known the boy for almost half a year.

"Do you have scissors?" Mu Ze asked, thinking that he hadn't had a haircut for a long time.

Touching his hair unconsciously, the soft touch from the palm of his hand made Osye frowned when he heard what he said, and then said: "You can tie your hair." After finishing speaking, he dried him with internal force With a flick of his fingers, he tied it up for him.

"But……"

Of course, without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ou Siye walked out first, "It's time to eat."

Stretching out his hand to touch his head, Mu Ze felt a little weird, but he didn't seem to want to cut it himself.Thinking about the ancient so-called "body and skin, receive from parents", he didn't say much, just followed up.