The old man of the tea house yawned and sent Xiaoyaozi and Xiong Chen out of the door, closed the door of the tea house, leaned on the old wooden wall and breathed a sigh of relief, the two brothers who had slept on the table for an afternoon finally knocked on the table when the lamp was in hand, and ordered to cut three catties of braised meat and take it away, the old man of the tea house was busy picking up the knife, chopping the cutting board crisp and loud, and after a while, the braised meat was cut and sent to Xiaoyaozi.

Xiaoyaozi stretched his waist, took out a silver ingot from his arms and threw it to the old man in the tea house: "Oh, this is tea money." ”

"The guest officer has already given it at noon. ”

"Reward you, this young master instructed you to make steamed buns and give alms to the Quartet, you have to do it, maybe one day I am interested, I will come back here to ask you for a steamed bun." ”

The old man of Chaliao secretly glanced at Xiong Chen, Xiong Chen didn't look at him, his eyes had already fallen on the avenue shrouded in twilight.

When Xiaoyaozi was in a hurry at night, he did have a bit of a free smell of dust, he slid forward without touching his feet, like a leaf blown by the wind, fluttering, the wind of the summer night puffed up his robe high, and the long hair that was casually draped on his back, the bold night walker would regard him as an unruly scattered fairy, and the timid night riser saw it, and would exclaim My mother, the female ghost is in charge!

Fortunately, there was silence on the avenue tonight, and the sun was too hot during the day, and it was rare that the weather was cool after nightfall, and most people had already fallen asleep.

As soon as Xiaoyaozi unfolded his body, he immediately left Xiong Chen far behind, Xiong Chen looked at the master who had gone away, he could only shake his head, hung the package containing gold on his back, spread his two long legs and ran towards the front of the road, chasing Xiaoyaozi's white robe.

A quarter of an hour later, Xiong Chenhou finally arrived seven feet behind Xiaoyaozi, Xiaoyaozi turned around and smiled, a trace of surprise flashed between his eyebrows: "Xiong boy, I haven't learned light skills, and my steps are fast!"

Xiong Chen's chest rose and fell slightly, but his breath was steady, and his steps were three feet seven, and this frequency had not changed.

He explained to Xiaoyaozi: "I practice sword every day, in fact, I am also practicing other kung fu, this light skill, but running, compared to endurance." ”

Xiaoyaozi laughed dryly, Endurance, you kid obviously don't even have internal strength, how can this endurance be so long-lasting? He glared at Xiong Chen, and suddenly found that Xiong Chen's eyes were exceptionally clear and bright, even in the dark night, they were like two scorching lights.

He wondered in his heart, but he was also a little proud, this was his apprentice, the apprentice had the ability, and the master also followed suit, he waved the sleeves of his robe and continued to sweep forward: "Since you said that it is running, then continue to run, and it will be the master who will test you." ”

The master and apprentice have kept a distance of seven feet for two hours, under the melting moon, the bushes on both sides of the avenue reflect a rolling shadow, the high crickets are particularly harsh in the quiet night, Xiong Chen wanted to shout to stop Xiaoyaozi several times, not because he felt tired, but he wanted to stop and enjoy the summer night under the moonlight.

I vaguely remember that many years ago, when he and Xiaolan were still in the village, they sat side by side on the mud floor in front of the house on a hot summer night, listening to crickets singing and watching the sky full of fireflies flying around them.

At that time, the moon in the sky was so round, so big, and the ethereal moonlight sprinkled over them, bringing out a shadow that snuggled together.

He was only ten years old that year, and Xiaolan had just turned seven.

The subsequent experience was full of bitterness and suffering, Xiong Chen occasionally woke up in the middle of the night, reminiscing about the past, only to feel that there were thousands of thoughts, if he hadn't planned that suffocating escape two years ago, what would happen to Xiaolan and himself?

Maybe he is a slave and a horse in Jiudao Villa, living the same humble life as a few years ago, but that's okay, at least, Xiao Lan is alive, he can touch her warm breath and sweet smile...... Unlike now, there is nothing.

Now that Xiao Lan is dead, even the bones may have turned into a lump of mud on the mountain behind Jiudao Villa, but he is alive and well.

Xiong Chen's footsteps slowed down, and there was a resentment in his chest that was desperately surging into his throat, and he screamed violently, and there was already an extra sword in his hand.

The sword light stabbed towards the round moon in the sky like a lightning speed, and the mercury-like moonlight seemed to tremble for a moment, and instantly dimmed.