A Nest of Sanxian

Chapter 8 - The Grumpy Magic Lamp

"This is the city where Aladdin is?" Xiwen helped the huge headband from time to time—it was the first time wearing such clothes, Xiwen was always worried that this fat thing would fall from the top of his head, although he agreed Want to be a "loafing swinger", but Xiwen did not promise to have no grace.

This is not a particularly wealthy city. You can tell from the narrow streets. Most of the houses are relatively low, with mud bricks and earthen tiles. They are stained by the smoke of the stove for a long time. This place probably belongs to the poor. area?In the distance, there is the white spire of the mosque, which is far away gorgeous - the sharp differentiation between the rich and the poor. It is the first time that Xiwen has such a shocking feeling of the darkness hidden behind the gorgeousness. The self not long ago, no, it was a long time ago on the fairy mountain. As a king himself, he will be completely attracted by those gorgeous things, right?The princess living there sits peacefully among the riches and honors piled up on other people's poverty——Xiwen thinks lightly——the beauty surrounded by jewels is false.Although it is a fairy tale world, it's just...why should I ask to marry such a woman?But also to be deeply fascinated by her—the more Xiwen thinks about it, the more she wants to cry without tears.

"What's next?"

"It should be waiting for the African magician."

"It's just that there are so many people, how do I know which one is him?"

"It doesn't matter. It is said in One Thousand and One Nights that the magician came to China to find Aladdin, so he should automatically appear in front of you." Mo Fan replied: "Now all we can do is wait."

"God knows when we'll have to wait," Xiwen said gloomily, "You're lucky, no one can see you here except me, and I actually want to wear such dirty and tattered clothes in such a large audience..."

"I've said it all, your family is poor - because you don't have a proper job..." Murderous - Mo Fan laughed cramply: "I mean - your luck is already very good..."

"Well, it's much better than the one who fell into the story of the Frog Prince, but—" Xiwen closed her eyes lightly, her eyebrows fluttering: "My childish appearance is really too unsightly , I am the king of beasts, Bai Mang Xiwen..." He sighed, seeking comfort in his heart: "However, it should be much better than a frog with apricot-yellow saber eyebrows and a pineapple head..." (poor broken By……)

Mo Fan laughed and sweated profusely—do frogs have eyebrows and hair?

"My son!" A woman who was over fifty years old rushed over, hugged Xiwen and kissed her painfully, tears of joy came out: "Mother thought you were dead, it's great, you have grown up!" , grow taller, why are you so thin...Silly boy, you must have suffered a lot..." As he spoke, he dragged Xiwen's hand involuntarily: "Let's go home, mother will cook something delicious for you..."

"She's probably Aladdin's mother," Mo Fanfei whispered in Xiwen's ear, "Just make it up."

I don’t need you to tell me——Xi Wen gave Mo Fan a blank look.But... home?Inexplicably, there was a very warm feeling. Xiwen shook the woman's not-so-clean hand. A long time ago, there was such a wrinkled, warm, snake-scale tail. The corner of Xiwen's mouth floated slightly The smile, the emotion flowing in the eyes, people call tenderness.He responded in a low voice: "Well, go home..."

"What is this—" Xiwen finished chopping firewood, looked at Mo Fan out of breath—this is simply hard work.

"After chopping firewood, go fetch water." The woman stood majestically behind her.

Xiwen dragged his tired body to answer, and with a plop, the bucket sank into the dark well, and Xiwen shook the pulley with sweat dripping down his face.

"After picking water and cleaning the room."

"Hey——" Xiwen poked Mo Fan with her eyes wide open, "Is Aladdin really an unworthy person who is idle and not doing his job properly?"

Mo Fan Waterfall Khan: "However, there is something wrong with Xiwen who promises her no matter what..."

"I can't help it, she's so old and lonely and widowed," Xiwen sighed while supporting the broom, "I can't bear to refuse her... But, it's too pushy..." Rolling her eyes: "You don't Come help me."

"I can't help it," Mo Fan burst into tears like a stream, "How can my body help you?"

"Damn it, if you still have the original power..."

"Aren't we just trying to recover right now?"

"Is it really possible to recover..."

"What are you talking to yourself, don't work faster."

"Devil..." Xiwen Waterfall Tears——Wearing eyes, watching tearful eyes, heartbroken person to heartbroken person, long sigh, accept fate...

"Come on, Xiwen." Mo Fan shook his wings vigorously: "I think the future is bright—although the road is a bit tortuous..."

……

"Eat, eat more." The green light was like beans, and the woman looked at Xiwen with a smile: "Don't be hungry."

Holding the bamboo chopsticks, Xiwen felt as if her jaw had dropped to the ground—it was completely different from the woman who was arrogant and ordered her to do this and that.

"Come, eat green vegetables." The woman enthusiastically brought vegetables to Xiwen——Xiwen came to her senses, holding bamboo chopsticks, not knowing what to do——this can't be blamed on Xiwen, Xiwen was used to it before she was alive The kind of food that is swallowed alive, the two small sticks can't pick up the food, so Xiwen has to hold the two chopsticks together and pull them into his mouth randomly like prying a door.

"Come, eat eggs."

God, I don't even know how to pick vegetables, but how can I pick eggs, which is a difficult skill.Hmph, how could I be stumped by such a trivial matter, my majestic white python master, Xiwen held two chopsticks tightly together, inserted the egg forcefully, turned the chopsticks over, and sent them into the mouth expressionlessly—tears, finally I have eaten...

After finally eating enough, Xiwen put down the bamboo chopsticks: "I'll go out for a while."

"Are you full?" The woman was still smiling, with a warm and friendly voice: "Do you want another bowl?"

"Well, no need, thank you..." Xiwen forced a smile while opening the door.

The rabbit flies, time flies, and I don't know how long it has been painful and warm to pretend to be my son. Xiwen only knows that the bars he painted on the fence can no longer be seen clearly.The fierce and gentle "mother" fell ill. It was a night of torrential rain. Xiwen was wearing a straw hat and knocked on the door of the medicine shop under the rain. Under Mo Fan's clumsy guidance, he cooked the medicine clumsily.

"It's useless, I already knew that I..." The woman's face was sallow, and she was clearly terminally ill. Facing Xi Wen, who had finally prepared the medicine, a faint smile appeared on her haggard face: "You... …What is your name?"

"You...you already knew..."

"Well..." The woman smiled faintly: "I know, you are not my Aladdin. My Aladdin disappeared many years ago, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead... But, I still want to have My son is by my side, I have troubled you for so long, I am sorry..."

"It should be said that I have been taken care of for so long, thank you..."

"You... still haven't told me your name..."

"Xiwen..."

"Xiwen...what a strange name..."

Flickering lights, in the silence, the woman asked softly: "Yes, can you... call me 'Mom'?"

"..." After a long time, Xiwen moved his lips lightly, and uttered the first sentence in his life: "Mom..."

The woman's eyes were slightly misty, she looked at Xiwen, and seemed to be looking at a further place, when her hand slipped from Xiwen's palm, she smiled like a breeze, and smiled contentedly: "Ala Xiwen..."

"Mo Fan..." Amidst the lights, Xiwen's shadow on the gray wall was a little lonely.

"Ok?"

"A magic lamp is something that can make any wish come true, right?"

"Um……"

"If there was a magic lamp, she wouldn't die, right?"

"perhaps……"

"Although it's an illusion created by the illusory space, losing an important person, as expected... I'm still a little uncomfortable..."

"Go find the magic lamp." Mo Fan said: "If any wish can come true, then she won't die."

"That's right." Xiwen tucked in the quilt for the woman who was getting cold.

"I suddenly thought of a serious problem..."

"what?"

"She just said that her son Aladdin is missing?"

"Huh?..." Xiwen was taken aback: "Is there a problem?"

"The African magician is looking for Aladdin. Since there is a genuine Aladdin, he doesn't need to find you, a pirate—"

With a fist ringing, Xi Wen clenched her fists, her head full of crossroads: "Who do you say is a pirated version?!"

"Let's go." Xiwen simply packed up her luggage.

"Where to go?"

"Of course to find the magic lamp."

"However, the underground palace is a place that only genuine Aladdin can enter—"

Xiwen raised his fist, and the veins on the back of his fist twitched: "I told you not to copy the genuine one..."

"That's the truth." Mo Fan fluttered around and lightly landed on Xiwen's shoulder: "Only he can get the magic lamp, and to open the temple door also needs the power of that African magician. Now where can we find that African magician?" Master?"

"Are you an idiot?" Xiwen sneered: "They will go get the magic lamp sooner or later, as long as they snatch the lamp from them, wouldn't it be fine?"

Mo Fan's face is full of black lines - the genuine 15-year-old delinquent Xiwen is reborn...

"Where is the underground palace?"

"At the foot of a mountain called Callas."

"Okay, let's go—how is it allowed to use a magic lamp to do such a boring thing as marrying a princess?"

"However, you still end up doing such a boring thing."

"Wordy!"

In the fiery red morning light, the crimson elf fluttering his wings followed the black-haired boy on the journey, and the road ahead was slowly spreading bright light.

"..." Xiwen raised her head and opened her mouth for a long time: "What a big mountain..."

"I think the mountains where the Kunlun Holy Land is located are bigger."

"Of course you have wings, but I have to use my feet to walk..."

"Flying also takes effort," Mo Fan floated on the tip of Xiwen's nose: "Besides, your length is dozens of times mine."

"It takes effort to fly," Xiwen said with twitching eyelids, "Why are you so relaxed now?"

"During the 150 days you slept, I was flying in various places," Mo Fan said convincingly: "I said earlier that you lack training."

Xiwen's browbones danced rhythmically - an irrefutable reason...

"With such a big mountain, how do you find the underground palace?" Xiwen asked lazily, lying on the soft grass.

"..." Mo Fan broke out in cold sweat: "What are you looking at me for..."

"It should be your fault for not collecting information, right?" Xiwen looked serious and serious: "Be responsible for me."

"..." Mo Fan's face was full of black lines - a terrifying expression, I want He Xi, mine He Xi, woo woo.

Xiwen turned over and waved lazily: "I found it, wake me up."

Mo Fan's tiny brow bones also started to twitch - child labor abuse...

"Xiwen, this guy..." Mo Fan flew around the verdant valley at low altitude - I don't know if Aladdin and the magician have taken the magic lamp, if not, even searching is useless, because the underground palace passage is spelled Driven to appear; if it is taken away... Mo Fan suddenly stopped, thinking gloomily - if it was taken away, what would Soushan do?

"Sister Mo Fan, what are you doing here?"

"Arrogant?"

The arrogance transformed into an elf is as exquisite and clear as a crystal, behind it is a pair of thin blue cicada wings, shining like diamonds in the sun, and the clear texture is like mercury overflowing, it is extremely beautiful.With an arrogant and handsome face, he was obviously angry, and muttered angrily in his mouth: "I don't care, he can do whatever he likes—"

"What happened?" Mo Fan fluttered his crimson fairy wings and blinked his big round eyes: "I remember that I am in charge of Xiwen, why are you here?"

"I just kindly comfort the one who became the lamp god..."

"So," Mo Fan's eyes lit up, he grabbed the arrogant shoulder excitedly: "Do you know where the magic lamp is?"

"..." Arrogant glanced at him, and replied seriously: "I advise you not to talk to him now..."

"why?"

"Actually," sighed arrogantly: "The thing is like this, the one who became the lamp god has been imprisoned in the lamp for a full 150 days..."

Mo Fan laughed cramply—that’s because the protagonist is too sleepy, and this fairy tale can’t get on the right track if he doesn’t wake up...

"When he first became the lamp god, he had a very good temper, and he said seriously, 'Don't worry, I will do my best to complete the task'; but after fifty days, Aladdin did not come, but his temper is still the same. Well, said 'I'll wait patiently'; after another fifty days, he started to get depressed, so he said 'I'll bear'...the result..."

"Fifty days later..." A huge bead of sweat hung on the back of Mo Fan's head.

"He's angry, it's as simple as that."

"..." Mo Fan continued to laugh twitching - can't help but be angry?Mo Fan thought in fear—if he knew that the 150 days were due to someone snoozing...

"In short, he is very angry now," shrugged arrogantly: "I swear to beat Aladdin - I just saw that unlucky guy take out the lamp and prepare to go out - what is your expression?"

"Oops, quickly take us to the underground palace!"

"Are you late?" Xiwen knocked on the sealed underground palace door, grabbed the copper ring tied to the rectangular marble, and pulled it out vigorously.

"It seems that the African magician buried Aladdin alive and then left." Mo Fan floated in the air with his legs crossed.

"This stone slab looks very heavy. Even in terms of weight alone, I'm afraid it will take several strong men to lift it?" arrogantly and calmly looked at the shape of the stone slab door, and looked at Xiwen seriously: "The current You should be wasting your efforts."

"Xiwen," Mo Fan said with concern, "Be careful of your waist."

Xiwen froze there - you two, why didn't you say it earlier...

"However, I remember that in One Thousand and One Nights, it seems that Aladdin didn't open this door with strength, did he?"

"I remember when you said that," Mo Fan punched his palm, and took out the parchment scroll in a serious manner: "Well, it is recorded that Aladdin opened the gate of the underground palace by calling his and his parents' names ——Well, my name? Is it called Aladdin, Aravind... or Arathin..."

"Ala...xiwen..." Arrogant Zhang was dumbfounded.

"Aladdin's mother gave Xiwen the name."

"So that's how it is." Arrogant tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I don't know, it's better to try each one once."

"That's right."

Xiwen gritted her teeth and listened to the stern discussion of the two little guys, with veins all over her head - remember it for me.