The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

After nightfall, the mountain road is very difficult to walk, the moon is bright above the head and the stars are sparse, and it is almost midnight.

Xiaojing didn't dare to stop for a moment, and as the people who offered sacrifices to the gods dispersed, his figure gradually disappeared into the crowd.

It was as if the fish were back in the water and swam away in no time.

Xiaojing knew that Lin Jinghong and the others must have found out that he had left without saying goodbye. Maybe they were furious and crying in the dojo at this moment, or maybe they had already started chasing him.

Anyway, it's fine no matter what.Xiaojing's leaving footsteps did not stop because of anyone.

In fact, he was not very able to distinguish the direction clearly. The people who left the dojo with him went back home, but he was alone in the vast crowd. He didn't know where he was or where his heart was.

It can only be like a headless fly, walking alone in the night, facing each other in pairs.

In order not to owe Yue Wuchen more favors, when Xiaojing left, he didn't take any of them.

Subconsciously, I don't want to get entangled with them, let alone increase my debts.

Along the rugged mountain road, the evening wind blows through the treetops, making a rustling sound.

Generally, no one would dare to walk alone on such a deserted mountain road in the dead of night.

Now is the time when evil spirits are rampant again. Taoist disciples travel downhill in piles every now and then, under the banner of eradicating evil and promoting good, subjugating demons and demons, subduing demons and subduing demons in the world, and seeking the well-being of the common people.

It stands to reason that Xiaojing has no weapons and no self-cultivation, so he shouldn't be alone in this wilderness.

But he had no choice either.

Xiao Jing would rather be alone outside and be eaten by evil spirits than see Lin Jinghong kneeling at his feet and weeping bitterly.

The serious consequences of spiritual damage are not only memory loss, but even the six senses are much slower than ordinary people.

Xiaojing stopped to breathe a sigh of relief, and stared at the crooked old tree beside him for a moment.Then he sighed even more.

If I remember correctly, within an hour.He has seen this old tree with a crooked neck, not knowing how many times.

From the second time he saw this old tree with a crooked neck, Xiaojing guessed that he might get lost, so he picked up a stone from the ground and made a very clear cut in the trunk.

This will make it easier for him to identify later.

Looking at the traces drawn with stones on the old tree trunk with crooked neck, Xiao Jing couldn't help sighing again.

The worst still happened.

A waste like him, unable to clearly identify the direction in the night, a person foolishly went around an unknown number of times, and finally came back again.

Forget it, he was tired too.

Xiao Jing clutched his chest, and slowly sat on the old tree roots exposed from the soil, staring at the moon above his head in a daze.

He was also tired, so he simply stopped to take a rest.

He raised his hands and beat his sore legs and feet, and waited until the soreness of his legs eased a little, then he got up and picked up some dry firewood nearby.

Because he didn't have any tools around him, it was very difficult for Xiao Jingsheng to build a fire.

But as long as the thinking is not negative, there are always more ways than difficulties.

When Xiaojing and Luo Suxuan were together in the past, Luo Suxuan's method of lighting a fire was simple and straightforward, a piece of yellow talisman was thrown on the dry firewood, and with a whiz, sparks flew high.

Luo Suxuan told him that that kind of yellow talisman is called an open flame talisman, which is a yellow talisman that can be ignited immediately by catalyzing it with spiritual power.

It is much more convenient than the flint commonly used in ordinary people's homes.

It's just a pity that Luo Suxuan is not here now, and Xiaojing can't draw talismans, and the night in the mountains is still very cold.

Xiao Jing was dressed very thinly, and as soon as he sat down, the hot sweat was blown dry by the wind, and the sweaty clothes before were sticking to his back, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

His stomach was also screaming at him, gurgling endlessly.

Hunger is okay, Xiao Jing can bear it, but the mountain wind at night is too cold, he only healed from serious injuries, if he catches the wind and cold, if he is outside alone, he will die, the body smells bad, and no one will know.

Xiaojing remembered that he could make a fire by drilling wood.So I picked a slightly thicker piece of wood, picked up a sharp stone, and drilled a suitable small hole in the wood.

The process of drilling the hole alone had torn the skin of his white palm, and faintly seeped blood.

Xiao Jing is not the kind of delicate person. After drilling the small hole, he broke off a branch. After pointing the end of the branch at the small hole, he began to rub his hands constantly.

In order to prevent the fire that was finally born, it was blown out by the mountain wind.

Xiaojing felt the direction of the wind on purpose, and then turned his back to the wind and knelt on the ground to make fire.

But drilling wood to make fire was much more difficult than he imagined.

Because his stomach was empty and he had no food, Xiao Jing gradually lost his strength. He tried several times, but failed to light the fire smoothly.

Instead, he was so tired that he broke out in a cold sweat, which trickled down his forehead.

Xiao Jing let out a long breath, and secretly comforted himself, this is actually nothing, it is impossible to succeed in everything once.

He is quite able to accept his own mediocrity, and he will not give up lightly when encountering anything.

Still concentrating on drilling wood, trying to use his own strength to light a fire.

As long as the fire was lit, he could sleep warm and secure tonight.

Not only that, but he also knew that ordinary evil spirits and beasts in the mountains were very afraid of open flames.

In order to protect himself, this fire must be lit.

Xiaojing clearly understands that this fire is just the beginning, and he will probably live alone for a long time in the future.

If he doesn't learn how to survive quickly, he will die soon, his body reduced to a pile of bones.

Then he would never see Luo Suxuan again, and he would never see A Niang again.

"I can't give up. This is just a small setback. If I can't even start a fire, what else can I do in the future?"

"I can't give up on myself, I can't give up lightly!"

"I haven't found Aniang yet, I absolutely can't die here!"

Xiao Jing silently comforted himself, and smiled to cheer himself up.

"I can live a good life by myself. I am no longer a child. I will not be a burden to anyone. I can definitely do it myself!"

But God seemed to be joking with him, no matter how hard Xiaojing tried to make fire, he couldn't even see a single spark.

You couldn't even see the smoke, but the rough branches had scratched Xiaojing's palm and blood was oozing out.

Dripping down the branches to the ground.

Xiao Jing's mood was a little depressed, looking at the dazzling bright red on the ground, it was the first time in his life that he felt that he was so useless.

He couldn't carry it on his shoulders, couldn't lift it with his hands, and he was born with such a hideous appearance.

It turned out that he managed to escape from birth, but what awaited him was death from cold, starvation, and death from being eaten by the evil spirits that appeared in the mountains.

The tip of Xiaojing's nose suddenly became astringent, he quickly raised his eyes to the sky, blinked, and tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to flow.

And all of this fell into the eyes of Yue Wuchen who was hiding deep in the forest.

He saw with his own eyes how hard Xiaojing worked all the way, walking out of Nanyang without stopping for a moment.

And why when he couldn't tell the direction, he stumbled into the deep mountains and old forests by mistake.

Now how come the palm of his hand was scratched by a branch because he couldn't make a fire.

Sitting on his knees in the wilderness, he raised his head and tried not to cry.

Yue Wuchen saw everything, and many times he wanted to show up to help, but he was afraid that Xiaojing would be unhappy if he saw him.

Now Yue Wuchen is just a stranger in Xiaojing's eyes.

If you can't even keep your promise, then Yue Wuchen believes that Xiao Jing will never believe anything he says in the future.

Yue Wuchen's eyes were as dark as the surrounding night.

He thought, never before had his apprentice Lin Jing been in such a mess.

It's so clumsy that it can't even start a mere fire.

But Xiaojing is so clumsy and embarrassed, he can't tell the direction, and his reaction is slow, even making a fire seems to be an extremely difficult task for him.

Yue Wuchen hoped that Xiaojing could return to his former self, and also hoped that he would never think of the past.

Just like now, live a normal life.

Maybe it's a good thing for Xiaojing.

Yue Wuchen couldn't let go of him, worried that without their protection, Xiaojing might even have a problem surviving.

He followed all the way, and managed to eliminate Xiaojing's residual breath along the way.

So that the Lin family brothers can't chase after them.

Yue Wuchen looked at Xiaojing's wounded and bleeding palms, and Xiaojing's frowning eyebrows because of the pain, and even his head was covered in cold sweat.

It was as if the heart had been dissected by life, and Ling Chi had become tens of millions of pieces.

He wanted to show up many times, but reason made him stop again.

Perhaps, this is also a good opportunity for Xiao Jing to retreat.

If Xiaojing understands that he cannot wander outside alone, he agrees to follow him back to the Wuji Taoist sect.

Then Yue Wuchen will definitely not wrong Xiaojing again, and will accept Xiaojing as his personal disciple.

Guarantee that in front of Xiao Jing, he will always be a kind teacher, as long as Xiao Jing is happy.Don't force Xiaojing to be like Lin Jing back then, to be able to glorify the teacher's family and seek the well-being of the common people in the world.

In the night, Yue Wuchen stared at Xiaojing steadfastly.

Waiting for Xiaojing to retreat in the face of difficulties.

But what Yue Wuchen imagined did not happen.

Although Xiaojing is not as forbearing as Lin Jing was, Xiaojing is very optimistic.

Not only did he wipe off his sweat, but he also cheered himself up with a smile, saying: "It's okay, it's okay, Ah Xuan, come on, I'm sure you can start a fire, you can!"

It doesn't matter, nothing at all.

What's there to cry about, man?

Xiao Jingshen took several breaths, and hastily wiped away the blood oozing from his palm.

He looked carefully at the simple fire tools he made.

Then he found that something flammable should be missing, so he picked up some soft dry grass nearby, spread it, and continued to rub the branches.

When the branches were rubbed together, white smoke finally came out. Although there was only a little bit, Xiaojing still felt very happy, and his eyes lit up.

Then he rubbed the branch more vigorously, and finally let out a puff. After a puff of white smoke, a scarlet flame burst out.

Xiaojing quickly grabbed the dead leaves and put them on the water flame. When the fire stabilized, he added more firewood to it.

He had seen Luo Suxuan make a fire before, so he knew how to pile firewood, so that it could burn more vigorously and for a longer time.

Xiao Jing happily lit the fire, leaned over his body, put his hands against the fire and roasted, and his body warmed up after a while.

Looking at the fire in front of him, Yue Wuchen was slightly taken aback, then nodded in relief.

Looking at Xiaojing's satisfied smile, he couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, the person who made him feel relieved.It wasn't Lin Jing, his Taoist master, but Chang Xuan, an ordinary mortal boy.

In addition to wanting to build a fire, Xiaojing also wanted to take a bath, but he just thought about it.

In this wilderness, there is no such condition at all.

He is not the kind of delicate person, he feels that his underwear is soaked in sweat and sticks to his body coldly, which is very uncomfortable.

Looking around, I saw that the night was as dark as water, except for the crows that came from the depths of the forest from time to time, I couldn't even see a ghost.

Xiao Jing lowered his head and untied his belt, then took off his outer clothes first, and then his inner clothes until his chest was exposed, and he was only wearing a pair of obscene trousers.

There was a fire burning, and he was not cold, so he picked up his sweat-soaked underwear and leaned close to the fire to warm himself.

The fire made a crackling sound from time to time, and sporadic sparks flew around.

Under the reflection of the firelight, Xiaojing's face is bright and beautiful, with exquisite facial features, half of his face is bright, half of his face is dark, half bright and half dark, it is not very real, but such a hazy beauty makes people feel involuntary. suffocate.

Yue Wuchen never expected that Xiaojing suddenly untied his belt, and just put on a pair of obscene trousers and sat by the fire to warm up.

After staring at it for a full half a moment, he suddenly regained his senses, and Yue Wuchen quickly turned around and stopped looking at Xiaojing.

But Xiaojing, with his upper body bare and warming by the fire, looks like a piece of brown candy, sticking tightly to it, making it more dust-free.

It even resurfaced in Yue Wuchen's mind repeatedly, jumping up and down, no matter how hard he drove it, he just couldn't forget it.

Yue Wuchen hurriedly lowered his head, and silently recited a section of the "Pure Heart Mantra". After the recitation, his eyes regained the clearness and calmness of the past.

When he turned around again, Xiaojing had already put on his clothes and lay down to sleep.

The night wind was blowing, and the curled leaves were flying in the air.

Yue Wuchen arrived in front of Xiaojing just by raising his leg.

His figure is as light as a swallow flying in the hallway, his robes are not fluttering in the wind, and his black clothes almost blend into the thick ink-like night.

When passing by the fire, the strong wind blowing beside him made the sparks fly, and under the moonlight, the white hair on the head was shiny, especially the vertical mark between the eyebrows, which was so red that it almost bleeds.

With one hand tied behind his back, Yue Wuchen stared fixedly at Xiaojing's sleeping face.

Seeing that Xiao Jing fell asleep when he was tired, he didn't care whether the ground was dirty or not. He spread a pile of hay by himself, and fell asleep hungry.

But I don't know why, Mingming Xiaojing is now alone, with no money and no one to accompany him.

Lonely and pitiful like a homeless stray dog.

But he didn't seem unhappy, even when he fell asleep, there was a smile on his face.

Perhaps, compared with fine clothes, fine food, prosperity and wealth, what Xiao Jing really desires in his heart is freedom.

Now Xiaojing can be regarded as seeking benevolence and deserving benevolence, and his mood is naturally happy.

Even if life is a little bit bitter, you can enjoy it and enjoy it as much as you like.

Yue Wuchen couldn't help sighing, secretly thinking about his injustice, squatted down for a while, raised his two fingers and flicked lightly on Xiaojing's palm.

In order to prevent Xiaojing from discovering his existence, Yue Wuchen can't directly help Xiaojing apply medicine to heal his injuries, but can only do his best to send some spiritual power to Xiaojing for the time being.

Even if these spiritual powers are of no use to Xiao Jing, after losing his golden core and cultivation base, Xiao Jing has no way to use spiritual power at all.

But these spiritual powers in Xiaojing's body can somewhat prevent evil spirits from getting close.

There are only these things that Yue Wuchen can do for Xiaojing at present.

He stared at Xiaojing for a while, and looked up to see that the sky was getting brighter. It would be bad if Xiaojing found out.

Yue Wuchen got up, just about to leave without anyone noticing.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing, who was still asleep just now, suddenly started talking in his sleep, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into a nightmare.

Dou Da's cold sweat rolled down his forehead hair, his small face was pale, and he kept shaking his head in his sleep, as if he was very scared.

Yue Wuchen didn't know what Xiaojing dreamed about in his dream, so he couldn't help but listen closely.

Then I heard Xiaojing say indiscriminately: "No, Master, no!"

What Xiaojing yelled was "Master, don't want it", and this master's voice was like a thunder on the ground, shaking Yue Wuchen's eardrums with pain.

For a moment, he thought it was Lin Jing who had returned, Yue Wuchen couldn't express the grief in his heart, and softly comforted him from the side: "Don't be afraid, the teacher is here, Xiaojing is not afraid."

"Master, don't, don't, master! It's not like this, master! Don't drive students out of the school, please, master! Don't! Don't!"

Xiaojing was stuck in a nightmare and couldn't get out, his breathing became short of breath, and he fumbled around with his hands.

He grabbed Yue Wuchen's sleeve and pulled it very tightly. Because of the force, the veins on the back of Xiaojing's hand were exaggerated and exposed.

"Master! Don't drive your disciples away, Master!"

"Master!"

Listening to Xiaojing's sleepy talk, Yue Wuchen's heart seemed to have a turbulent wave.

Because Yue Wuchen knew that these words were not the nonsense that Xiaojing said when he had a nightmare.

But it actually happened.

It actually happened.

That was after Lin Jing was punished, Yue Wuchen raised his sword and walked towards Lin Jing step by step in front of the heads of the hundreds of immortal sects.

He stabbed Lin Jing seventeen times without mercy, and Lin Jing fell into a puddle of blood, curled up on the ground in pain, and struggled to tear at his robe, saying what he had said.

There was no wailing during the whole process, but he kept repeating, begging the master not to drive him out of the sect.

Begging Master not to drive me out of the school, this seems to have become Lin Jing's obsession before his death.

Still the only obsession.

The same words were repeated over and over in his mouth.

Even so, Yue Wuchen didn't agree back then, and after punishing his apprentice, he still mercilessly expelled him from the school.

It's ridiculous to say it.

Back then, Lin Jing would rather die than leave Daozong.

All I begged for was to let the master not to drive me out of the teacher's school.

But now, despite Yue Wuchen's persuasive words, and his painstaking efforts to say the good words over and over again, Xiaojing still turned a deaf ear to him.

No matter what, he refuses to go back to the Wuji Taoist sect, let alone worship him as his teacher.

Lin Jing and Xiao Jing are so different, they are clearly the same person, but they seem to be divided into two different people.

After all, Yue Wuchen couldn't bear to watch Xiaojing struggling in the nightmare with his own eyes, so he bent down and hugged him in his arms.

He raised his hand and patted Xiaojing's back lightly, comforting him in a gentle voice.

I don't know how long it took before Xiaojing fell into a deep sleep.

Yue Wuchen sat with Xiaojing in his arms for a while, and when he looked up, he saw that the sky was already bright. If he didn't leave, Xiaojing might find him when he woke up.

Then he carefully put the person back on the ground, turned around and disappeared in place.

Xiao Jing was awakened by stomach pain.

After waking up, the sky was already bright, and the fire that was lit last night had already been extinguished, leaving a few sporadic sparks.

His stomach is really uncomfortable, it's colic.

Xiao Jing couldn't remember when he had this stomachache.

Whether it was before Shen Qingyuan stabbed him with a sword, or after he stabbed him with a sword.He couldn't figure it out.

After getting enough sleep, Xiaojing's spirit also improved.

Rubbing his stomach, Xiaojing swallowed so hungry.

When he left this lonely mountain and met a farmer, he could go there and ask for some food.

Xiao Jing would not eat other people's things for free, thinking to himself, helping out with chores for a day, it shouldn't be a problem to exchange two steamed buns.

If it doesn't work, it's okay to change to a steamed bun.

As long as he is willing to work hard, he will not starve to death.

There are no wild fruits to eat in this wilderness.

Xiaojing was so hungry that he could only endure it for the time being.

But he was lucky, the road was easy to walk after dawn.

After a while, I went down the mountain and met a small river.

Xiao Jing was so tired that his mouth was parched, so he threw himself to the side of the small river and drank half full with water in both hands.

Along the direction of the river, several women dressed as village girls were washing clothes by the river, wielding heavy clubs, beating clothes while chatting.

Seeing Xiaojing coming down from the mountain, several village women looked at each other in blank dismay, and one of them asked him: "Where are you from? What do you do? Why do you come down from the mountain so early in the morning? This mountain has been haunted lately, don't you know? "

Xiaojing shook his head, saying that he didn't know.

He kept Yue Wuchen's words in mind, and he could not tell others his real identity when he was away from home.

In order to protect his mother, Xiao Jing could only try to lie in a serious manner: "I was originally a commoner in Nanyang, and I depended on my elder brother at home. Who would have thought that not long ago, when the evil spirits ran rampant in Nanyang, my elder brother would be gone."

These village women are also simple ordinary people, and when they heard what Xiaojing said, they immediately felt a little bit of pity.

Seeing that Xiao Jing was born weak, he didn't look very old, and his complexion was pale, and he even asked him with concern, what's the matter, and if he felt uncomfortable somewhere.

He also said that Chenjia Village was in front of him, and there was an old doctor in the village who was amazing at seeing a doctor, so he wanted to lead Xiaojing over to have a look.

Xiao Jing shook his head, showing embarrassment, not knowing how to explain his predicament to others.

Fortunately, the village woman who finished washing the clothes was kind-hearted, and saw that Xiaojing might have something to hide, so when she picked up the wooden basin full of clothes, she pretended to twist her waist and let out a ouch.

Xiaojing subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him, and asked in a daze, "Are you okay?"

"Erhu Niang, what's the matter with you? Is it okay?" The village woman who came to do the laundry together said with concern, "Don't be too shy, that's how Niu Dan, the head of the village, disappeared the year before last!"

The village woman who was called the Erhu Niang said: "It's okay, it's okay. Fortunately, this little gentleman helped me, otherwise I would have fallen badly."

Just as she was talking, Erhu Niang looked at a basin of clean clothes at her feet with a look of embarrassment, and said to Xiaojing: "Little Langjun, look at me, I'm so shy, you are a good man, do it to the end, or help me!" Take the clothes back? My house is not far from here, just in front!"

Xiao Jing nodded, looking at the woman in front of him, she was very kind-hearted, she should be about the same age as A Niang, which made him feel very kind.

So happy to help.

The basin of clothes was not heavy, and he bent down to pick it up without any difficulty.

On the way back with Er Hu Niang, I met many villagers who greeted Er Hu Niang and asked with a smile who the young man beside him was.

Erhu Niang supported my back, smiled and said: "Oh, I'm really old, I almost fell down just now, but fortunately this little man helped me!"

Then along the way, Erhu Niang said to everyone that it was thanks to Xiaojing for helping her, otherwise she would have fallen badly.

Xiao Jing was a little shy, and wanted to say several times that he didn't help much.

Following Erhu Niang, they walked into a yard surrounded by a fence, where some chickens and ducks were raised.

Under the eaves hung bracts and bunches of red peppers.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, Erhu Niang shouted for people at the top of their voices.

"Er Hu, Er Hu! Come out quickly, there are guests at home, Er Hu!"

After shouting around, no one came out.

Er Hu Niang said to Xiao Jing: "That brat, he must have slipped out to play again, he is a mess in his studies, he just thinks about playing all day long, he is far worse than his elder brother!"

"Oh, by the way, just trouble Mr. Xiao Lang to put the basin over there, and I will dry it myself later."

Xiaojing nodded, and after putting down the basin, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Erhu Niang behind him blocked her and said: "Young Lord, don't go. You saved me today, and you have done me such a big favor. At least stay and have a meal before leaving!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and pulled Xiao Jing to sit on the stone table in the courtyard.

Erhu Niang said: "Don't leave, I haven't thanked you properly yet."

Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak, he saw Er Huniang enter the kitchen and come out again.

He brought out a bowl of millet porridge, served with an egg, and a plate of pickles, and greeted Xiaojing with a smile: "There is nothing to eat in the farmhouse, and the eggs are made by his own old hen. Xiao Langjun will make do with it first. If you don't eat it, you will look down on it." We're done."

Xiao Jing thanked him, knowing that it is not easy to raise a few chickens in the farmhouse, and the few baskets of eggs that are laid all year round have to be sold in the market for a few coins. An old snack drink.

It is not easy.So he didn't eat eggs, but just drank a bowl of steaming millet porridge with pickles.

I don't know if it's because people are different. In the past, Yue Wuchen gave him rice porridge, but Xiaojing resisted it very much.

But Erhu Niang greeted him with a smile to drink quickly, which made Xiaojing feel very kind.

"Xiao Langjun doesn't look like a child from a poor family. Besides brother, is there anyone else in the family?"

The Erhu Niang quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks. Seeing that Xiaojing hadn't eaten any eggs, she grabbed the eggs and stuffed them into Xiaojing's hands, saying: "There is nothing to eat at home. If you raise a few chickens and ducks, you need to save them to lay eggs in exchange for money." The child is going to school, Mr. Xiao Lang, don't dislike this egg!"

"I don't dislike it at all. Thank you, Madam, for letting me stay for dinner. I should go too."

It's uncertain when the people from Linjian Villa will come after them, but Xiaojing doesn't want to cause trouble for others.

After saying thank you, he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, a half-grown child just rushed in from the outside, and bumped into Xiaojing's arms.

Immediately, the child groaned and fell to the ground.

Erhu Niang hurriedly stepped forward to help the child up, and twisted his ears to teach him a lesson: "Okay, you, let you write a page of big characters at home, where did you go crazy? When your elder brother comes back from the Taoist temple, see if he is okay." I will teach you a lesson!"

"Oh, mother! It hurts! Relax! Let me tell you, something serious happened in the village! Dead, dead! It's a terrible death!"

Erhu looked only about ten years old, he was very strong, with dark skin, and he looked like a tiger.

When he said this, his face was full of mystery.

When Erhu Niang heard this, she was stunned, and subconsciously asked, "Why did someone die again? Male or female?"

"I don't know. The corpses were all chopped into pieces and floated down the river. It was Mr. Chen, the head of the village, who discovered it first. He was fishing by the river, but when he caught a human hand, he was so frightened that he yelled. , let people go to report to the officials, and now the officials are all ahead to pick up the corpses!"

Erhu talked like a cannonball, and he fell out, took the opportunity to rub his ears, looked at Xiaojing in front of him, and said strangely: "Who is this person? Why is he in my house? Could it be... ah! It's the big brother." !"

"Ah, brother is back! Mother, why didn't you tell me earlier, if I had known that brother would be back today, I wouldn't have gone to the front to see the officials and pick up the body parts!"

The two tigers swooped into Xiao Jing's arms, like a calf, with so much energy that they almost dragged Xiao Jing down too.

"Go! Your elder brother learned his skills in Taoism, how can he go home so easily? Besides, mother can't give birth to such a beautiful child!"

Erhu Niang pulled Erhu from Xiaojing's arms, and said apologetically: "The child is stupid, there is no malice, he has an elder brother, who was chosen to be a Taoist since he was a child... what kind of outer disciple, once he goes, he will be ten thousand." If you don't go home next year, no, you are about the same age as his elder brother, so the child will admit it wrong."

Xiao Jing shook his head, expressing that it was okay, when he heard Er Huniang talking about Dao Sect, his heart sank, and wondered to himself, could it be the Wuji Dao Sect where Yue Wuchen was?

"Ah, isn't it Big Brother? I thought it was Big Brother who came back."

Erhu's face became lonely, and he muttered: "It would be great if the elder brother came back, Tie Dan always bullies me, because I don't have an elder brother to protect me, hum!"

Before Xiaojing could speak in the future, Erhu suddenly grabbed his wrist, and said excitedly: "It doesn't matter, I'll take you there to watch the officials pick up the body parts first? Tie Dan and the others have gone to see it a long time ago, and I will take you there too." Go and see!"

Then, without waiting for Xiaojing to agree, she dragged him and ran away.

The second tiger mother shouted loudly: "Remember to come back early for dinner! Don't lose your big brother!"

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