In the cold kiln, the cold stove and cold firewood, Yu Niang Zhang Luo boiled water and hot rice for the woodcutter girl, and cleaned the pork heart three or two times, added some gastrodia and put it on the steaming drawer to stew over the water. Wang Dazui has a Chen disease, and Yu Niang's cooking waiter has already waited for her experience. This freshly stewed soup has the best effect.

The woodcutter girl wants to go to the woody house to wash, but the fairy man still won't let go......

"To take a bath is to take off the bloody clothes...... You hugged it, kissed it, and I didn't care about you, just as an expedient measure. But this time, you can't come into the room with me anyway, and you can't peek! The woodcutter warned the fairy man sternly.

He furrowed his brow in confusion and pointed to his body and whimpered.

"You, you're naked, and I'm not the only one who sees you! And I was a dead man at that time, at most I had a glance at you under the Kunwu Mountain, and at that time there was a transparent box through a layer of transparent boxes, and I didn't take a closer look at it and got angry. Therefore, if you show others that is your business, if I don't show you, you must not follow me! Xiucai met the soldier, and it was reasonable to say that it was such a helpless and tangled feeling, and the woodcutter girl held Douda's head sadly.

The monster man felt pitiful and squatted outside the door of the firewood house, and the cats were in a ball, but even if he was a cat in a ball, he had such a tall stature, in the eyes of the woodcutter girl, there was only funny and no pity.

The woodcutter slammed the door shut, and pressed a bowl-thick piece of wood against it. He also used a wooden frame to prop up his clothes as a barrier, and then soaked himself in water to clean himself up. In just three days, there was only one scar left on her chest, thin, if it weren't for the connection between the front and back wounds, no one would believe that this was a hole that came out of her back.

Zhang Soxing, Zhang family, you give me this injury, one day, one day, I will return it to you a hundred times!

In the past, the promise of the capital to the Buddha was to seek peace of mind, and not many people really believed that the good and evil passed on by the world would be rewarded in the end. But the experience of the past few days has taught her that even there are spirits, so there are immortals, and there are Buddhas......

They may have missed themselves, or perhaps she is not the only frustrated and sad person in the world, but there are other people who need the Buddha's care.

However, one day, she will be able to get rid of that layer of darkness, see the blue sky, give herself justice, and return a retribution to Zhangfu.

The woodcutter's thoughts fluttered, but she forgot the time.

The spirit man listened to the sound of water inside for a long time, so he stood up and began to knock on the door. There were two low tentative snorts, but he didn't hear the reaction of the people in the room, and he increased his strength again, and beat empty. Until it finally evolved into a whining and screaming, and after attracting Wang Dazui and Wang Mao'er, the three of them looked at each other, ready to cover their eyes and hit the door directly.

The woodcutter opened the door at this time, "I'm fine!" She wrapped up the bloody clothes and the dagger, carried them back to the cold kiln, and dug a deep pit in the dirt slope beside the kiln and buried it.

The spirit man followed her secretly a few steps away.

When she covered her mouth and sobbed, he reached out and patted her on the back. The woodcutter lost control for a while, and her tears first fell down one by one, and then strung together like pearls and jade.

The crying stopped, and her eyes were puffy. She slowly sat down on the slope, turned around and looked up at the strange man and said, "My name is Su Qianruo...... Do you have a name? ”

The spirit man was at a loss for what to do, rubbing the waist of his red pants in confusion.

The corners of Su Qianruo's eyes trembled uncontrollably, these red pants.

"Okay, I'll call you a weird man." Su Qianruo said helplessly.

The monster man shook his head, as if he thought the name was not good, and whined all the time. That look is extremely dissatisfied.

"Want a nice name?"

The spirit man nodded, pointed at Su Qianruo and whined three times.

"To be the same as my name? Uh, I'm a woman's name, not for you! The head swelled again, Su Qianruo thought for a moment, and then thought about it again, and said: "In this way, my grandfather once wrote a poem specifically for me, and I like it very much." Looking at the white clouds with wine, the business soared. Autumn mountains and ink are far to the sea, and Sang Zhe is peaceful. I'll take one word from each of this poem and give you a name, okay? ”

The spirit man nodded.

"Business...... Ink... Yun, Shang Moyun, what do you think of this name? Su Qianruo asked hesitantly.

The monster man nodded very hard, opened his mouth and struggled to learn Su Qianruo's mouth shape over and over again, until finally, he trembled his lips and squeezed out three syllables, "Mulberry...... Wood...... Fish"

Su Qianruo didn't slow down in one breath, and choked in the lobes of her lungs, causing her to choke violently. is a good poetic name, how did it become a mulberry fish on his side?

But after thinking about it, he can learn human syllables, learn more and practice more in the future, and he can barely have a hook, not just whining and nodding and shaking his head. It's always a good thing.

Shang Moyun happily squatted down and looked at Su Qianruo in pairs, but she had to look away. This guy, when he stares intently, the eyes are as vast and profound as if they can capture your soul, and the spirit transforms into a human form, mostly handsome men and beautiful women, good at seducing people, but there is nothing wrong with the book.

"You crouch farther away...... You look at me like this, I can't speak. Su Qianruo stretched out a finger and gently poked his tight chest. This poke down, but it was she who regretted it, as if she had poked the golden steel, and she poked it on his skin that was not covered by the burlap.

Tight and hot, Su Qianruo quickly withdrew his hand and silently recited a sin.

Shang Moyun didn't move, but looked at her fixedly, as if he couldn't understand her words.

"Human beings are different from your spirits, and we pay attention to etiquette. There are many things that are not allowed, especially between an unmarried man and a woman.