Qinghe followed Qiao Meng to an inn and stayed, although it was the most ordinary room, but it was a world of difference from where she lived before, the house she lived in was damp, if it was the rainy season, then she would be equivalent to someone on the water-soaked quilt all day long, it was very uncomfortable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Qiao Meng put the sword in his hand on the table in the room, Qing He secretly pulled the sword out of the scabbard when Qiao Meng went out, this sword looks very strange, although she has not seen much, but probably knows the appearance of the sword, the peculiarity of this sword lies in the color, faintly glowing with blue light, the texture of the sword body is very regular, but the center of the sword is hollowed out, like the shape of a lightning.

The hilt of the sword is written with the word Linyuan.

Qinghe was fortunate to have learned from Jia Xiucai in the village for two years thanks to the blessing of the village head, and he still knew a little bit of words.

Hearing the footsteps outside, Qinghe quickly inserted the sword back into the scabbard, turned around and sat on the chair beside him.

After Qiao Meng came in, he looked around, glanced at the long sword on the table, and then glanced at Qinghe, and then put the food in his hand on the table, Qinghe had a sharp nose, and when he asked, he smelled the smell of chicken.

"Chicken." Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he looked eagerly at the gluttonous meat on the table.

Seeing her like this, Qiao Meng couldn't help but shake helplessly, this kid is afraid that he is really greedy on weekdays: "This is the most famous boy chicken in Lingcheng, I bought it for you to try today." ”

After that, Qiao Meng ripped off a chicken leg and handed it over, where does Qinghe care if Lingcheng is famous or Lucheng is famous, just eat it, she took the chicken leg and gnawed it unceremoniously, and her face was full of oil.

When he went to bed at night, Qiao Meng wanted to go out, he often wandered outside, and most of the time at night he either slept on the roof or in the woods, but rarely slept in the bed, so he gave the bed to Qinghe.

As soon as he was about to go out, Qinghe sat up from the bed and looked at Qiao Meng: "Where are you going?" ”

No matter how strong Qinghe is, she is still a little girl, and she suddenly lost so many acquaintances, and it is inevitable that she will feel a little uneasy in her heart, so she is afraid that Qiao Meng, who she has just familiarized, will suddenly say goodbye.

"I'll go out and keep watch." Qiao Meng guessed what was on her mind and told her truthfully.

"Why go out?" Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly asked.

"You're going to sleep."

Qinghe walked down from the bed, grabbed Qiao Meng's sleeve, dragged him to the side of the bed, and said childishly: "You sleep here, otherwise I will be afraid of being alone." ”

Qiao Meng was a little embarrassed, although she was still young, but she was also a fourteen-year-old girl, there was a difference between men and women, and she still had to avoid suspicion.

"You're right outside the door, you don't have to be afraid." Qiao Meng didn't agree.

"Then you say, why did those people arrest me, and why did those people kill the village chief." Qing He saw that the retention was ineffective, so he suddenly questioned, and Qiao Meng was a little caught off guard.

Poor Qiao Meng didn't know that this was just Qinghe's little trick, how to tell her, did you want to say that it was because of your father? Is it your father's debt? Obviously he won't say.

"Let's get some rest." Qiao Meng led her to the edge of the bed and sat down: "I watched you sleep, and I didn't go out." ”

"Aren't you sleeping?"

Qiao Meng shook his head: "Don't worry about me." ”

"You'll be sleepy if you don't sleep, you're hurt again." Qinghe was a little worried, the injuries on his body were originally suffered because of her, and if it was because of poor rest and sequelae, she would also be to blame.

"It's okay, I'll naturally fall asleep when you fall asleep." His tone was extremely gentle, like coaxing a child.

Qing He saw that he couldn't move him, so he had to obediently obey and go to sleep.

In the dead of night, the bright moon hung high, the candles in the house were extinguished, and the moonlight shone in through the window, imprinted on Qinghe's sleeping face, which looked very much like her mother, but it was a pity......

Qiao Meng's fingers fell on Qing He's body, just a little, Qing He's who sank even more.

There was a sound of laughter outside the window, accompanied by a faint laughter, and suddenly a man in red appeared by the window, sat there shaking the folding fan, and after glancing at Qiao Meng, he put the folding fan against the corner of his mouth, squinted his eyes and laughed.

"I didn't expect that one day my Meng'er would be so gentle." Although the man in red was laughing, he didn't feel a trace of gentleness around him, but there was a little more shyness in his body.

"What are you going to do?" Qiao Meng's tone suddenly became indifferent, and the whole person almost felt like he was about to freeze people.

The man in red turned around and jumped out of the window, glanced at Qing He, who was asleep on the bed, and said, "This is the person you have been looking for?" But there is such a thing, I am afraid that you will find her back, thinking that you will save her from the sea of suffering, but you don't know that you are pushing her into another abyss. ”

"It won't be an abyss, I will definitely protect her."

"What kind of protector? Help her find her mother? ”

Qiao Meng was already speechless, and he couldn't answer, the man in red smiled, and there was more sarcasm in his eyes: "Are you only staying by her side in your life?" ”

"I'll protect her in my own way, and you won't have to worry about it for the time being." Qiao Meng's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little bored.

"Then, you have to pay me a favor." He smiled slightly, suddenly his eyes froze, his long sleeves waved, only to see a flash of silver light, and a person fell outside the window, Qiao Meng's spirit was stunned, he was so vigilant, he didn't even find that someone had been eavesdropping.

Seeing his surprised appearance, the man in red shook his head helplessly: "Qiao Meng, Qiao Meng!" He actually sighed, Qiao Meng looked at him, but he laughed even more presumptuously: "You are like this, I am afraid that you were killed by Ling'er with a sword before you could protect this woman, and I am not surprised." ”

Qinghe on the bed let out a dream, and the man in red raised his head and yawned and flew out of the window.

On the second day, Qinghe always felt sore after getting up, as if she had been beaten, and after thinking about it carefully, she felt that it should be too hard to run around these days, so she had a good rest last night and rested too much, so it would be like this.

Qiao Mengyi changed into clean clothes, Qinghe never thought that he would be able to wear new clothes one day, but unfortunately although this dress is new, it is different from what she thought, I thought that I could wear clothes like the pink skirt of Muradong Xiaolan, but I never thought that it was a gray-blue cloth dress, and this dress could not distinguish between men and women at all.

Qinghe pulled his clothes a little depressed, then looked at Qiao Meng, who was unaware, and finally lowered his head helplessly.

Her clothes, coupled with the bun head on her head, are simply a low-profile version of the little Taoist! I'm really afraid that someone will ask her for fortune telling while walking.

Qinghe tugged on the corner of Qiao Meng's sleeve and asked softly, "Brother Qiao Meng, where are we going?" ”

"Go see an old man."

"What old man? Is it important? ”

"It's important."

"Does the old man recognize Qinghe?"

"Yes."

"Do you recognize my father?"

Qiao Meng lowered his head and looked at her, the emotions in his eyes flashed, like water waves flowing, and he put his hand on the top of Qinghe's head, and let out a slight laugh, the laughter was a little more helpless and sad, maybe it was the kind of indescribable helplessness.

"Then Qinghe will have to ask for himself." Qiao Meng said.

Qinghe looked at Qiao Meng's appearance, tilted his head and laughed: "I will definitely ask, Qiao Meng's brother's old friend must be a good person." ”

The definition of a good person seemed too simplistic to her.

But Qiao Meng is not ready to explain to her what a good person is and what is a bad person, after all, the angle of standing is different, so it is naturally unclear whether it is good or bad, Qinghe is the most precious thing now, it is her pure heart, if he can, he hopes to be able to protect her pure heart from pollution.

"Brother Qiao Meng is so powerful, can you teach me martial arts?" Qinghe asked.

"What are you doing studying martial arts?"

"I want to be as powerful as Brother Qiao Meng, so that I will never be bullied again."

"With me by your side, no one can bully you."

After hearing this, Qing He lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled a little: "If I could have learned martial arts earlier, and I could be as powerful as Brother Qiao Meng, the village chief and grandfather would not have left me, and the people in the village would not have died." ”

"If you had known martial arts earlier, I wouldn't have seen you." Qiao Meng picked up the sword and tapped her on the back with the scabbard: "As long as I am still here in the future, no one will hurt you again." ”

Qinghe looked at him, his eyes were shining, it was the first time someone said such things to her, and it was also the first time that someone was willing to protect her, if she could, she really hoped that she could meet Qiao Meng earlier, so that no one would dare to bully her.

The two of them walked into the distance, only to see the figure getting smaller and smaller, as if walking into the setting sun, disappearing in front of the sun.

On the top of the mountain, there is a man and a woman, the woman is dressed in green clothes, with green beads on her forehead, her expression is cold, like a spring in the mountains, but Qingwei is more amazing, and the man is dressed in black, with a blue crane pattern embroidered on his shoulder, and there seems to be a blood-red tear mole under his left eye, like blood tears.

"This kid is pretty ordinary." The man pulled the long strand of hair on his forehead behind him, but there was a little more disdain in his eyes.

"Her name is Qinghe." The woman's voice was cold, and her words seemed to be cold.

"So what." The man said disdainfully.

The woman didn't say anything to her, just looked at the petite figure a little distracted, if she could find her earlier, how good it would be, but it's a pity that it's too late, just like her Huan'er, leaving is leaving, goodbye is like a stranger, but it's a pity that the pain is always just herself.

When the man saw that she was distracted, he coughed in a low voice twice to remind her, and the woman came to her senses and said, "Go back." ”

"I thought you'd snatch that kid over." The man laughed.

"Today you and I are just walking around casually, if you talk too much, ......"

"Never talk too much, never talk too much." Before the woman finished speaking, the man hurriedly assured that he was also afraid of this woman.