On the side of the moat outside the city, the maple is like a brocade, and it is as bright as the sunset.

A little girl who looked to be only six or seven years old, wearing a dark color background, purple and red trimming, full of delicate dark lines, stood under the maple tree by the river, and the whole person was stunned.

After a long time, Ling Chusi, who had suddenly changed greatly and looked confused, barely regained some sense, raised his head and looked at the surrounding scene, at this time dusk was approaching, and the afterglow of the sunset was full of sky, and the fiery red maple leaves were coated with a touch of warm and intoxicating gold.

Either way, however, the geography of this place was very different from the northern Yinshan steppe where she was supposed to be.

Half an hour ago, Ling Chusi, a disciple of Wanhua Valley, had just followed Su Mansha into the location of the Holy Spring in the extreme north of the Yinshan Prairie, and had been fighting with the local guards for a long time before he obtained a small bottle of spring water condensed into spring milk.

Unexpectedly, when Ling Chusi left the place where the Yin Mountain Holy Spring was located, in the blink of an eye, the scene around him was already unrecognizable.

The tents and grazing cattle and sheep of the Qiuzi, Hui and Turkic people can often be seen on the Yinshan prairie with abundant water and grass, but at this time, the scene that Ling Chusi saw in front of him was the city gate with the words "Wuyang City" written not far away and the twilight of the Fengqiao on the riverside outside the city.

Compared with being forced to "travel thousands of miles" to a strange place without knowing herself when she came out of a secret realm, for Ling Chusi, the greater impact was actually her own physical condition at this time.

Which adult is Ren, who suddenly found that he came out of a secret realm and instantly traveled thousands of miles with his own rejuvenation effect, and suddenly became the appearance of being six or seven years old more than ten years ago, and it is estimated that his brain will be blank!

Ling Chusi couldn't help but look down at his young and tender palm at this time, the six or seven-year-old girl was wearing a half-summer suit of a Wanhua beginner disciple, standing there looking quiet and knowledgeable, but in her hand was a Snow Phoenix Ice King flute that was originally just in the hands of adults, which seemed a little long in the hands of children at this time.

Feeling his internal strength, it was obvious that his body had shrunk several times, and he suddenly returned to the appearance of his childhood, but Ling Chusi found that the depth of his internal strength had not changed with the shrinkage of his body, and the abundant internal force contained in such a young body, not only did he not explode and die, but he did not even have the slightest discomfort.

Ling Chusi, who was standing on the maple bank of the river embankment, sighed softly, looked at his unclear figure in the reflection of the sunset in the water, rubbed his stomach a little badly, and casually stuffed the precious Snow Phoenix Ice King Flute into his backpack, and instead took an ape bone flute that looked extremely delicate and ordinary and held it in his hand.

It doesn't matter if you travel thousands of miles to a strange place, or if your body shrinks and rejuvenates, you can simply put aside the things you don't understand, and at this time, it's more important to fill your stomach.

Because the Wuyang City is not far away, Ling Chusi turned around and walked along the official road to the city gate, and he had no intention of going to the suburbs to hunt a hare and roast it or turn over the bird's eggs to cook an egg drop soup, anyway, the things in the package are still there, and the gold and silver on her body are never less, and the plan now is to go to the city to find an inn to have dinner and then stay.

Although there are also soldiers guarding the gate of Wuyang City, however, at sunset, it is the time when the peasants in the city return late, and people enter the city in a sparse manner, and the soldiers at the city gate do not check it much.

Ling Chusi, a black household with a young girl's shell, just blended into the city so smoothly.

Wuyangcheng is located in the southern coastal area, and the streets are mostly paved with bluestone slabs, which is quite similar to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

Ling Chusi walked along the street of the city gate, under the tall trees on the side of the road, there were occasional rouge-colored fallen flowers floating down, looking at the clothes of the passers-by and the peddlers and pawns on the street, he knew that the scenery and people here had different characteristics, and it was not the same as the place where Ling Chusi had walked in the past.

Ling Chusi walked and stopped, silently memorizing the location of the streets and the layout of the map, while also carefully looking at the scene in Wuyang City.

When passing by a sugar man stall, I happened to see a delicate little doll who was only three or four years old but wearing a precious brocade dress, pink carving, like a New Year's painting, was looking at the sugar man, and next to this little doll, it was not an elder servant or the like, but a middle-aged man who was dressed plainly, and seemed to be ordinary, but a cunning ghost flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Do you like sugar people?" The middle-aged man took the little doll's hand and tempted: "Uncle not only has sugar people in his house, but also all kinds of sugar paintings. ”

"What is a sugar painting, a sugar painting?" The little doll spoke in a milky voice, and her words were quite clear.

The middle-aged man smiled happily: "Sugar painting is a painting made of sugar, just like the sugar man pinched out of sugar, sugar painting can also be eaten, very sweet." ”

"If you want to paint sugar, you want to ...... candy people," the little doll said intermittently.

"Yes, there are candy people and sugar paintings, can you go home with your uncle to see them?" As the middle-aged man spoke, he was about to pick up the little doll and leave.

- Ling Chusi, who was not far away, stood still and watched the middle-aged man draw with a sugar man candy that he didn't have, and he fooled that little doll away, and he was a trafficker!

As a result, as soon as the middle-aged man turned around, he saw Ling Chusi, who was standing there with a flute, his eyes unblinking and seemed to be full of curiosity, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he took the initiative to greet him: "Little sister, do you like sugar painting?" ”

"............" Thinking of his appearance that was now extremely young and looked very deceitful, Ling Chusi choked in his heart, and casually touched the sugar gourd that Uncle Egg Fork had been preparing to tease children, "I have a sugar gourd." ”

probably also felt that there was a small thing in his hand, and it would be troublesome to turn around with a second one who was a little older, and when the trafficker saw this, he didn't delay Ling Chusi much, and he was about to turn around and leave with a smile.

What's even more coincidental is that this trafficker walked lightly, and when he first stood there, it was not obvious, but when he walked, there was obviously some light skill in his steps.

A human trafficker who knows martial arts?

Ling Chusi looked at the back of the middle-aged man holding the little doll thoughtfully.

Just looking at the clothes of the little doll, I also know that it must be from a rich family. And this trafficker has learned martial arts, and it doesn't look like he abducted people just to sell children for money.

Could it be that this trafficker is here to deceive this little doll?

Although Ling Chusi stood in place and did not move, but by turning slightly, he reached out and followed two stones from the hawker's carriage, and then shot it out with a move of "Rainbow Qi Sky", which happened to fall at the feet of the trafficker, seeing that he just stepped on the air and fell to the ground, even the little doll flew out directly from the hands of the trafficker, and happened to smash on a stall selling cabbage next to it.

The human trafficker who was still smiling just now got up from the ground, the expression on his face had changed, he turned his head suddenly, glanced at the scene in front of him with a bit of fierceness and anger, and asked, "Who is it?" ”

Ling Chusi was slightly stunned, this suddenly changed his face? She thought that the trafficker would just get up on the spot and continue to carry the little doll to the nest......

Seeing the fierce appearance of the trafficker just now, Mo said that the little doll who hit the cabbage and was still with gold stars in his eyes was suddenly frightened and cried out with a "wow", that is, those pedestrian vendors next to him could avoid and staggered their eyes and tried to stay away.

Blinked his eyes in confusion, Ling Chusi, who had no stone in his hand and didn't know why, took advantage of the trafficker's bluffing shout, the arm holding the ape bone flute moved slightly, and the true qi of the "Shang Yang Finger" hit the leg of the trafficker, making his leg weak, and under the point of acupoint interception, the true qi of the leg stagnated, and he fell directly to the ground again.

The surrounding passers-by and vendors took a few steps back, leaving only the trafficker lying face down on the bluestone pavement.

After such a long delay, why hasn't the little doll's family been found yet?

Ling Chusi thought a little depressed.

In the inn called "Cyclamen" next to it, next to a table by the window, there was a middle-aged scribe who was handsome and handsome, with an extraordinary demeanor, only a pot of tea in front of him, placed in his hand on the table, and gently holding a tube of restrained copper flute.

When the trafficker fell for the first time, the middle-aged scribe's eyes fell on the two stones that appeared out of thin air, and he frowned, but when the trafficker landed on his face for the second time, the middle-aged scribe glanced at the scene on the street, and the expression on his face became interested.

Hurt the enemy with his true qi, but the surroundings were calm as if nothing had happened, only when the martial arts cultivation reached a certain level could he return to the basics, but he didn't expect that there was such a worldly master in this small Wuyang City......

Even though the middle-aged scribe's gaze was only swept over, Ling Chusi, who was holding the sugar gourd, was still keenly aware of the sharp gaze coming from the inn next to him, and said secretly in his heart: Could it be that the person and this trafficker are in the same group?

At this moment, a young man dressed in a scribe's attire and with a personable demeanor suddenly hurried over, followed by several attendants.

This man was about twenty years old, his face was thin and narrow, his skin was as white as ice and snow, but in those eyes, there was a strong suppression of eager anger and a dark tide.

The middle-aged scribe in the inn raised his glass and touched his lips, half-hiding his gaze staring at the man and the little doll, and sighed softly as if in a low voice: "It's actually the 'Earth Sword' Song Zhi in person, it's a pity that ......"

Seeing the little doll who was still lying on the cabbage stall crying dizzy, Song Zhi's face flashed with anger, and he rushed forward with a brisk step and called out, "Master!" He picked up the little doll and checked it carefully, making sure that there was nothing wrong with it except for a cabbage leaf hanging on his head, so he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Uncle......" The little doll sobbed and reached out to grab the man's hair, and said, "I want a sugar man." ”

Song Zhi looked coldly at the candy man on the side of the road, and ordered without any emotion: "Take the person back." ”

Where had the candy man been seen in such a battle, his feet were so weak that he almost knelt down.

"I don't protect the young master effectively, and I will go to the torture hall to receive the punishment after I go back!" Then, Song Zhi glanced at the group of guards who followed behind, and commanded lightly.

"Yes!" The group of guards knelt on the ground.

This little doll carved in pink and jade Song Shidao is the youngest son of Song Que of the Lingnan Song valve lord "Heavenly Knife", Song Zhi came to Wuyang City to visit the city lord this time, he thought that there was no complicated affairs, so he easily brought out the little nephew who was pestering people, but he didn't expect that in broad daylight, in Wuyang City, Song Shidao was almost lost!

It was only at this time that Song Zhi's eyes fell on the trafficker who was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and he noticed that the other party had injured his leg by someone by intercepting the pulse of the true qi point, and after being slightly stunned, his mind turned around, and he figured out the joint, that is, he ordered in a shocked and angry voice: "Take this person back too!" ”

After he handed over Song Shidao to a guard next to him to hug him, Song Zhifang bowed his hand and said: "Which senior helped just now, Lingnan Song Valve is engraved in his heart, and he will be rewarded in the future!" ”

As soon as the name of Song Valve came out, the ordinary people present were all in an uproar and shocked.

Ling Chusi, who had never heard of this Jianghu force, had a look on his face"(⊙_⊙)? Holding the ape bone flute in his hand, he suddenly asked in a low voice: "If someone comes to the door in the future, how can I prove that he is the senior master today?" ”

The voice of the six- or seven-year-old girl was immature and clear, and it stood out in the crowd.

Song Zhi was stunned, his eyes followed the place where he had just spoken, and after finding that it was a child in a dark brocade dress, he couldn't help but be a little stunned, but he still replied: "That senior's technique of cutting off the pulse at the point, Song can identify it." As he spoke, he also reached out and pointed to the leg of the trafficker who was being held by the guard.

Ling Chu thought in his heart, that's because this human trafficker's martial arts are shallow, except for a little light skill, there is really nothing to do with it, if he meets a master, the true qi of the "Shang Yang Finger" in one move will only last in the opponent's body for a few breaths, and it will dissipate in an instant!

After Song Zhi finished speaking, he quickly left with Song Shidao and his guards.

Ling Chusi turned the ape bone flute in his hand, turned his head and entered the "Cyclamen" inn next to him, intending to eat and rest first.

The middle-aged scribe in the inn stared at Ling Chusi with a good look, looked at the ape bone flute in her hand, and then looked at the copper flute in her hand, and saw that she had also entered this inn, and couldn't help but smile, and said secretly in her heart: This little girl with a flute is quite courageous, if the root bone is okay, anyway, her eldest apprentice Lin Shihong has already left the school and is not around, it is not bad to bring this little girl back to the Yin Sect and stay by her side to be a little apprentice for herself.

It's just that I don't know what the family background of this little girl is, before accepting apprentices, you must first solve the irrelevant people......