Yuetong's mother is skillful, all kinds of originally rough food in the countryside have become beautiful and delicious through her skillful transformation, Yuetong's memories of that small village are all happy, her mother is laughing, her father is in school, and she occasionally messes around.

Until the incident that shocked the entire Dayue Jianghu, Yuetong has always been a small village boy with a happy family, and may grow up to inherit his father's mantle, become an equally powerful hunter, marry a girl like his mother, and live a safe life.

But how could heaven grant a wish?

Twenty years ago, the incident that shocked the entire Dayue Jianghu changed Yuetong from a village boy to the current owner of Fanyangcheng Tea House.

"Husband, husband?"

Yuetongniang pushed her sleeping husband next to her, and she heard the sound of killing near her house in her sleep.

"What's wrong with the lady... What a sound this is! ”

Yuetong's father suddenly rolled over and got out of bed, and looked out through the gap in the window, only to see a large fire on the mountain in the distance, as well as the sound of gold and stone clashing and people's shouts.

"Suyi, you are optimistic about Yuetong, I'll go out and have a look."

"Don't you, husband!"

Yuetong Niang Suyi listened to the sound of killing outside the door getting closer and closer, and tightly grabbed the corner of her husband's clothes to prevent him from going out.

"Ahh Help us! ”

A crying voice suddenly came out.

"It's Niu San!"

Yuetong's father heard the cry of the neighbor's family, pushed open the door and looked out, only to see that through the fence, Niu San's family was surrounded by a group of people wearing brown night clothes in the open space in the middle of the yard.

"Say, have you seen a boy of eight or nine years old!"

The leader was dressed in scarlet clothes, he covered his face with a square scarf, and Yuetong's father couldn't see his expression, only that his eyes were also red.

"Who are these people?"

Before Yuetong's father had time to think deeply, he saw that Niu San had just said "I didn't see it" and was beheaded by the person who led him.

Niu San's daughter-in-law was so frightened that she sat on the ground all of a sudden, and Niu San's old father fainted.

"A bunch of useless garbage, go."

The group of people didn't kill Niu San's family, and rushed directly towards Yuetong's house

"Hurry up, you guys hide under the stove!"

Su Yi also saw Niu San's tragic death by her husband's side, and her face turned pale.

"No, no, if you go out, you're going to die!"

Su Yi grabbed the corner of her husband's clothes, and Yuetong, who was still in a daze, watched her parents pull blankly, not realizing that death had come to this family.

"Everybody comes out!"

The fragile fence gate was kicked open by the group, and the black crowd poured into the courtyard of Yuetong's house.

"Hide the kids!"

Seeing this, Yuetong's father resisted the inner door of the house and asked Suyi to hide Yuetong, and Suyi hurriedly wrapped Yuetong in a small quilt when he saw this.

"Shhh

The young Yuetong nodded ignorantly, and was stuffed into the stove by his mother.

"It's coming, it's coming."

As soon as Yuetong's father pulled the bolt of the door, a long sword with cold light was placed on his neck.

"Have you ever seen a boy of eight or nine years old?"

"No...... We really didn't see any boys! ”

Without waiting for Yuetong's father to answer, Yuetongniang cried and threw herself on her husband.

"Please let us go, we really haven't seen any eight or nine-year-old boys!"

The red-clothed man at the head showed a hint of boredom in his eyes, and without waiting for Yuetong Niang to say anything, he pierced Yuetong's father in the chest with a sword.

"Husband...... Husband? ”

Su Yi looked at her husband who was lying in a pool of blood, and the look in her eyes suddenly changed from extreme sadness to confusion.

She jumped up all at once, and at the bottom of her head she didn't know what to say, and her sideburns diverged, and she was about to pounce on the man in red.

"Whew!"

The long sword that was still stained with the blood of Yuetong's father pierced Yuetongniang's body again, and everything was to no avail.

"Woo ......"

Yuetong, who was hiding in the stove, was suddenly covered with his hand, the hand was not big, it was cold and cold, and it was stained with the ashes in the stove, Xiao Yuetong's nose felt unpleasant, and he pushed the arm that covered his mouth.

"Shhhh

A few rays of light came through the cracks in the stove, and Xiao Yuetong saw a dark face and a pair of extraordinarily bright eyes through these few rays of light.

He was so frightened that he was about to cry as soon as his mouth pouted.

"Oh, don't cry."

Seeing this, the boy was a little anxious, and as if he remembered something, he hurriedly took out a little rabbit made of straw from the placket of his clothes.

"Look at you, little rabbit."

Xiao Yuetong was completely attracted by the delicate straw rabbit, and suddenly forgot that he was still crying.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, but soon the look on his face turned to extreme alertness.

His little hands gripped the bricks inside the stove and looked outside.

The men in black haven't left yet.

"My lord, there must be a child in this house."

A man in black who was searching took a pair of shoes from Yuetong and said to the red-clothed man at the head.

"Search!"

The red-clad leader didn't seem to have much patience, and ordered his men irritably.

"Yes!"

Seeing that they were about to search the stove.

The boy turned to look at the little boy who was still playing with the bunny.

"Let's play a game and see who can hold their breath in the ashes for a long time wins."

Children of Xiao Yuetong's age are the age when they like to "make games", and when they hear the word "make games", they immediately feel like they have been beaten with chicken blood.

"Good!"

"Shhhh

The boy hurriedly covered Yuetong's mouth again.

Then he vigorously scraped the thick ash in the stove, the ash was very soft, and the two children hid in the ash in a few moments.

"Dangchang"

The pot on the stove was slammed aside by a man in black, he looked at the black inside the stove, his face was full of disgust, and he walked away without reaching out to play with it.

"My lord, this one doesn't.

After the search was over, the black-clothed people gathered at the door to report to the red-clothed people led by them

"Go to the next one."

After they left, the boy gently swept the ashes off the little boy's face.

"Alright, come out, you've won."

Xiao Yuetong was very happy to hear that he had won the game, and waved the straw rabbit in his hand.

"But we'll have to hide in this stove."

"Auntie said that she and Daddy came to pick me up before I could go out."

Xiao Yuetong suddenly burst out of a sentence.

"Daddy, Auntie."

The boy looked at Xiao Yuetong and repeated these four words, his eyes full of compassion.

……

Yuezhi's memories of his childhood stopped here, and for him, the time after the age of three was not considered childhood.

That night, when he woke up, he found himself on the boy's back, and Zhou Lingmo, who was only eight years old at the time, took him to Fanyang City without knowing how far he had walked.

Yue Zhi was trapped in his memories, looking at Zhou Lingmo who was drinking tea quietly in front of him, and his heart ached beyond measure.

"For Yuezhi, Childe is my only relative, and if there is no Childe, Yuezhi is a real loner."

Zhou Lingmo looked at Yuezhi in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Gently pat him on the shoulder with her hand.

"Don't really worry about me."

"By the way, I came this time, and I have something to entrust."

After speaking, Zhou Lingmo took out a small purse from his shirt and handed it to Yue Zhi's hand.

"This is the hair of the king of Cheyi Country that I personally took from him, and the king has coveted my medicine point on the cliff platform of Xuantian Sect for a long time, thinking that there is a disease to be cured, and although I can't diagnose the king personally, judging from the mysterious color of his face and pupils, there must be a secret in this king."

Yuezhi clenched the purse in his hand.

"What Childe ordered, Yuezhi will definitely do well."

Yuezhi sent Zhou Lingmo to the door of the tea house, and Xiaoxiao had been waiting there for a long time.

"Xiaoxiao, be careful on the way back." Yue Zhi explained.

"Yes, Tsukichi Childe." Little bent over.

After the moon was known, it was already ten in the afternoon, and Zhou Lingmo had never had the habit of eating at noon, so he quickly arranged the next thing.

For him, time will mean how long he can live in this world.

"Isn't there a hundred-year-old building in this Fanyang City? We are not in a hurry to go back, but we will go to the hundred-year-old upstairs first. ”

The hundred-year-old building is located in the center of Fanyang City, and the architectural style in Dayue is completely different, with Huyu characteristics, Zhou Lingmo followed the small back into the hundred-year-old building, and went directly to the top floor of the box.

"Fry me a pot of your roasted tea."

Xiao Er listened to Zhou Lingmo's instructions, and wondered in his heart, you must know that the box on the top floor of this hundred-year-old building is not something that can be said, the people who come here are either rich or expensive, if they don't have a little relationship, they can't even make an appointment, but the son in front of him has the ability to go to the top floor of the hundred-year-old building, but he ordered the cheapest roasted tea.

However, Xiao Er didn't dare to show his doubts and curiosity, and hurriedly went to sencha.

"Remember to use Chen Xueshui for ten years."

Zhou Lingmo seemed to suddenly remember, and added a sentence before Xiao Er left.

Ten years of Chen Xueshui...

The entire centennial building is also followed by three altars.

Xiao Er's face was embarrassed.

"Guest officer...... Although Chen Xueshui sencha is the characteristic of our centennial building in the past ten years, it ...... A pot of tea costs a thousand taels of silver...... And this snow water sencha, the tea must be made of good Genting silver tip......"

Xiao Er finally voiced his doubts.

Zhou Lingmo smiled lightly.

"The money won't be less for you, just go to sencha as I say."

Xiao Er was even more puzzled, but although the son in front of him had a light face and was wearing ordinary clothes, he just didn't dare to say anything more, and went directly to the kitchen to call someone for sencha.

A pot of green snow water sencha was brought up by Xiao Er, and the charcoal stove next to it was ready, Xiao Er sat the teapot on the charcoal stove, and after a while, the water in the teapot boiled.

Zhou Lingmo looked at the boiling tea soup in front of him, remembering the tea he used snow to fry himself outside Fanyang City many years ago, and almost forgot to pour the tea.

When he was a child, he lived in Chu Jing in Joy City, Chu Jing never snowed, but his brother said that he had seen snow when he was a child, and the snow was as white as dough, whiter than the marshmallows sold by Hu Sanlang on the street.

"The snow must be delicious."

At that time, Zhou Lingmo asked his brother.

But the elder brother just laughed at him for being stupid, and didn't tell him whether the snow was good or not.

But the days in Chujing were so short, although Daddy didn't go home often at that time, every time he went home, he was in a big bag, and those packages were full of novelties that children liked, and Ah Niang wanted to raise their brothers well, and the elder brother took Zhou Lingmo to the martial arts hall in the north of the city every day to practice martial arts, and then went to learn the Four Books and Five Classics.

I can only go home when the sun is about to set every day, and when I get home, my mother has already prepared the meal......

No, I can't think about it anymore.

Zhou Lingmo's throat ached, and he stared at the overboiling tea in front of him, and then he remembered that there was still tea to drink.

He stiffly scooped out a cup of tea with a spoon that was specially used to scoop tea, and drank it in one gulp before the tea could cool down slightly.

"Childe, be careful of the burn."

Xiaoxiao wanted to stop Zhou Lingmo, but it was too late, Zhou Lingmo felt that his throat was a little uncomfortable, but what about the tea? This tea doesn't have a bit of a ten-year taste, is this water really ten-year-old snow water?

There was still more than half of the tea in the teapot, and Xiao Er watched the people go to the empty room.

"What a weirdo ......"

Zhou Huanchun has been practicing in the backyard of the inn in the morning, rested a little at noon, and went to a nearby pharmacy with Yingluo after reading the medical book for a while in the afternoon.

"Wow! Is this 20 years of cordyceps? ”

Zhou Huanchun twisted a cordyceps and asked the boss.

"That's nature."

The owner of the pharmacy was a middle-aged man who looked very shrewd.

As soon as Yingluo came in, she didn't know what to say to him on the side, and the boss let him "look at it casually" after hearing that Zhou Huanchun is Zhou Lingmo's husband. ”

Zhou Huan Chundong looked east and west, and found that although this pharmacy looked inconspicuous, it was really some extremely rare medicinal materials, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The boss looked at Zhou Huanchun's appearance, and he was very proud.

"Our side is directly providing medicinal raw materials to the Phantom Sound Building."

"Phantom Building?" Zhou Huanchun remembered Su Wuchen, who taught him kung fu for seven days.

"That's right, you must know that the medicinal materials that Phantom Sound Building wants can be described as carefully selected, and he wants twenty-one days of herbs, and he can't do it for a moment."

The boss was even more proud.

At this time, Yingluo interrupted the conversation between the two of them.

"Uncle, the medicinal herbs selected for the eldest lady have been wrapped, let's go back."

Zhou Huanchun put down the herbs in his hand.

"Will I be able to come and see it more often in the future?"

She asked Yingluo.

"Uncle wants to come, so naturally he can."

Yingluo replied lightly.

Zhou Huanchun reluctantly put down the herbs in her hand and followed Yingluo back to the inn.

When she entered the door, Zhou Huanchun saw at a glance that Zhou Lingmo had changed back into women's clothes and was sitting in the lobby eating.

The things he eats are extremely simple, nothing more than a few light side dishes and a bowl of white porridge, and Zhou Lingmo has never eaten with Zhou Huanchun, he bluntly said that his meals are also mixed with medicine, so he can't eat with Zhou Huanchun.

"You're back." Zhou Lingmo raised his eyes and saw Zhou Huanchun and Yingluo walking into the inn and said.

"Yingluo and I went to a prescription." Zhou Huanchun was still a little immersed in the excitement of the prescription just now, ran to Zhou Lingmo's side and sat down with him, looking at the food on the table, she couldn't help but feel that Zhou Lingmo was even more pitiful.

"Stay away from me."

Before Zhou Huanchun could think about it, she listened to Zhou Lingmo's cold voice coming into her ears.

She froze, a little overwhelmed.

What's wrong with Zhou Lingmo today? Didn't the two of them still share the same bed last night?

Although Zhou Huanchun was aggrieved and puzzled, she still got up and left Zhou Lingmo.

The corner of Zhou Lingmo's eyes watched Zhou Huanchun go upstairs with her head down, and her hand holding the chopsticks to pick up the vegetables trembled, almost not catching the dishes.

Before, the old things that he remembered in the 100-year-old building, those unbearable pasts, Zhou Lingmo gritted his teeth, he would never allow that kind of thing to happen again!

Zhou Huanchun walked upstairs with her head down, and just happened to bump into Yingluo, who had just taken the lead upstairs, preparing water for the bath.

"Yingluo!" Zhou Huanchun shouted.

"What does my uncle command?" Yingluo turned her head and looked at her.

"I'll prepare a medicinal soup for Zhou Lingmo for bathing." Zhou Huanchun smiled bitterly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Yingluo's face was embarrassed, but Zhou Huanchun insisted again and again, and she still handed the bucket in her hand to Zhou Huanchun.

"She's going to prepare me a medicinal soup for bathing?" After eating, Zhou Lingmo drank tea while listening to Yingluo beside him tell him what had just happened.

"Yes, my uncle insists on preparing a medicinal soup for you, I want to use my uncle's current medical skills to prepare a medicinal soup according to the prescription, and there is still no problem."

"Is there any calming stone powder in today's medicinal soup?" Zhou Lingmo didn't say much, and asked directly.

"Yes." Yingluo replied truthfully.

Zhou Lingmo put down the teacup in his hand, got up and went upstairs directly.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that the door of the bathroom room was wide open, and Zhou Huanchun was kneeling on the ground, putting medicine into the medicinal soup according to the prescription in his hand.

She heard Zhou Lingmo open the door and looked at the door.

"You...... Why did you come up so quickly...... Something for bathing is not ready. Zhou Huanchun panicked, as if she wanted to hide something.

Zhou Lingmo didn't answer, walked straight to Zhou Huanchun's side, pulled her up, those obsidian-like eyes, full of coldness, stared at Zhou Huanchun coldly, and his hand stretched out directly to her chest!

"Ah...... What are you doing! ”

Zhou Huanchun hurriedly took a few steps back, but the strength in Zhou Lingmo's hand was so great that it didn't look like a woman, and one hand reached directly into Zhou Huanchun's placket and pulled out a small paper bag.

"What is this?"

Zhou Lingmo pinched the small paper bag and asked Zhou Huanchun.

Zhou Huanchun was a little anxious at first when she saw that her plan was discovered by Zhou Lingmo, but she quickly calmed down.

"This is the meditation stone powder to be used in your medicinal soup." She was right.

"Then why was it taken away by you, it looks like you don't want to use this flavor medicine."

"What is the effect of this meditation stone powder, I think you also know, it will not have any effect on you to expel toxins from your body, it will only improve the functions of your body in a short period of time." Zhou Huanchun raised her eyebrows in front of Zhou Lingmo for the first time, her expression was serious, without the slightest smile, and her cold appearance was almost exactly the same as Zhou Lingmo.

"Am I right?" After she finished speaking, she added, took Zhou Lingmo's hand away, and straightened her chest under the pressure of Zhou Lingmo's momentum.

"Don't interfere in my affairs, I know my body." All of a sudden. There is no way to look directly at Zhou Huanchun's bright apricot eyes that look at him.

Zhou Lingmo has never been afraid of anyone, but this time, he is a little scared, or rather, he has a weak heart.

He didn't want Zhou Huanchun to worry about him, let alone let Zhou Huanchun know everything, so he took the paper bag and turned around to leave.

"Zhou Lingmo, you are slow!" Zhou Huanchun said loudly behind Zhou Lingmo.

"Huh?" Zhou Lingmo was a little weak-hearted.

"Although you don't tell me anything, I am still your husband, since I am your husband, I have the responsibility to take care of everything for you, so you must not use this meditation stone powder anymore."

Zhou Huanchun didn't know where the courage suddenly came from, so she rushed forward, snatched the meditation stone powder from Zhou Lingmo's hand, and put it back into the placket of her chest.

"I will definitely help you remove the poison from your body!" After she finished speaking, she re-entered the bath room, and even slammed the door shut.

The moment she closed the door, she exhaled heavily, and her face finally felt a little lighter.

Zhou Lingmo was stunned by Zhou Huanchun's series of actions, until Zhou Huanchun slammed on the door of the bath room with a "bang", Zhou Lingmo was still standing in place, and even kept his hand holding the paper bag.

Shouldn't he have stepped forward to beat Zhou Huanchun hard, and then took out a silver needle to stab her? Why are you still standing here and even a little happy?

Zhou Lingmo couldn't figure it out for a while, but he didn't want to go in and reprimand Zhou Huanchun at all, so he walked to the window and lit the wind lamp on the table and hung it on the window again.

Zhou Huanchun rushed into the bath, but she didn't start dispensing medicine again for a while, her heart was pounding, after all, this was the first time she had a face-to-face conflict with Zhou Lingmo, in the previous relationship between the two people, Zhou Lingmo was always the strong side, and she was the one who listened to Zhou Lingmo for everything.

But this time......

Zhou Huanchun took out the small paper bag on her chest, she would never let Zhou Lingmo continue to use this kind of thing, such as meditation stone powder.

"The water is good."

Zhou Huanchun walked out of the bathroom with her head down, and saw Zhou Lingmo sitting quietly at the table by the window writing something, Zhou Huanchun had never seen Zhou Lingmo writing before, and involuntarily stepped forward.

The brushes and paper used by Zhou Lingmo were found temporarily from the inn, the brushes were not good brushes, and the paper was also tinged with a faint yellow, and even the grass stems inside could be seen.

But all this did not prevent Zhou Ling from writing smoothly.

His whole person seemed to be one with the brush in his hand, because he had just sharpened the ink himself.

The fingertips were also dyed with a faint scent of ink, and the wind lamp above his head cast a gentle halo.

"Zhinanshan..."

Zhou Huanchun only saw these three words, Zhou Lingmo had already stood up, crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it into the wind lamp, and the wind lamp suddenly brightened in an instant, and Zhou Lingmo patted the ink on his hand.