Peng Dazui and Qichen set out and marched in a spiral route around the imperial capital, traveling hundreds of miles every day.

The nine children divided into nine paths and searched back and forth for a hundred miles around their path. They traveled for three days, but they found nothing.

Peng Dazui calculated, he had combed the imperial capital within a radius of six or seven hundred miles like a grate, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious. After discussing with Qichen, everyone sped up their pace and hurried day and night.

This night, when I came to a village in Wan County, everyone was hungry, so they rested on the spot at the entrance of the village.

Suddenly, a woman from the village exclaimed, "My son, where is my son?

Then the villagers woke up one by one, knocking pots, climbing high and holding fires, calling for people to catch thieves, and echoing loudly, and making trouble in the village.

A black shadow swept over everyone's heads.

"Where to go?" but knew that it was a thief, and the peachwood short sword in his hand lit up with a rune, rising into the sky, instantly turning into a rain of swords, and shrouded in black shadows.

The black shadow did not expect to encounter such a strong enemy in this remote place, and in the dodge, he was already hit by a sword in his left shoulder, and a wooden box was thrown to the ground. The Kunlun disciples didn't know what was hidden in the box, and they dodged one after another.

But the black shadow does not love to fight, but only moves forward. But the dust wanted to chase after him, the black shadow turned around and threw out an object, and roared like a lion and tiger in the wind, but the dust was taken aback, and when he dodged, he was slow, and the man had gone to the northwest like lightning.

"This person is so skilled, why do you want to do this thing of rooster and dog thief?" but Chen looked at the man's back and shook his head.

Everyone carefully opened the wooden box, and inside it was a child of seven or eight years old, with a panicked and trembling face.

But Chen was about to say good words to soothe him, and dozens of villagers flocked to surround Qichen and others.

A woman rushed out of the villagers and pulled the child into her arms: "Mother is here, mother is here, Ji Er is not afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid" A pair ......of teary eyes glared at the dust, and the first elite man picked up the wood and was about to rush forward.

It was still the child who was obedient and said in his mother's arms: "Mother, it was the Taoist who saved Ji'er, and the thief has been beaten away by them." ”

When the woman heard this, she grabbed the big man. The villagers also put down their farming tools.

An old man hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "I have no beads in my eyes, if it weren't for this kid to speak out, I almost accidentally injured your fathers." It's getting late, and I invite you to go to the village to rest for a while, and by the way, use some coarse tea and snacks to express our gratitude. ”

The villagers echoed one after another, but they couldn't shirk it, so they had to go back to the village with everyone.

The old man instructed the woman to make a fire, made a large pot of hot noodles, and brought it to Qichen and the others. He also arranged a large room, and each family took out unused bedding for everyone to spend the night.

"Strange, strange, you told me to go back?" The next morning, when he opened his eyes, he found that Peng Dazui was not beside him, but his voice came from the courtyard.

"Shopkeeper Peng?" but the dust went out and whispered hello, but saw a cyan figure passing overhead like a big bird.

Could it be that the thief came again last night? But Chen's heart tightened, and the long sword behind him let out a dragon groan, and he was about to go up.

Peng grabbed him with a big mouth: "Don't panic, Dao Chief, that's when the children came back from errands." ”

At the end of the day, Peng Dazui went to meet the nine children in Tsing Yi. According to the agreement, but the dust did not bother, but there was also a little strange in his heart: what ability did the little boy have to travel hundreds of miles every day?

When I saw it today, I was taken aback: That little boy actually had such a means? This Peng Dazui seems to be stupid, but he is not very human. It's really impossible for people to look like and the sea is immeasurable!

"I'm going back to the imperial capital to have a look. The Taoist will wait for me here for a long time, and if there is a red light on this board, the Taoist will also return to the imperial capital immediately. If there is no light after noon, the Taoist will continue along the route we have discussed, and I will catch up. ”

Peng Dazui took out a wooden board and stuffed it into Qichen's hand, explained it clearly, and hurried away.

In the tasteless food, he lay on the wooden couch, and his body was firmly bound by cowhide ropes.

The doctor couldn't frown his brows, and he was using the "Qing Song" to send incense to the abandoned nose.

The fragrance comes from a small Luduan diffuser.

The end of the ridge is hollow, and the flower buds of the overhorn wood and the tail feather of Chongming are placed and ignited with medicinal powder. Cigarettes curled up, wafting out of the corners of the head, and were sent into the abandoned nose by doctors.

After sending about a cup of tea, the doctor couldn't hang the pendant on the end of the abandoned nose and began to turn it carefully.

I saw that the face of the abandoned was blue for a while, and then pale, and his expression was sometimes hideous, sometimes stretched.

After trying for a while, the doctor couldn't stop, and Yu'er called to her and asked her to lift the pendant and swing it in front of her.

He picked up the "Qingge" again and continued to send incense to the abandoned nose.

His face gradually turned red until it was as red as blood, and there were worm-like green tendons on his forehead and neck, and his throat was "tangling".

From time to time, the doctor could not pry open his teeth and watch carefully.

After another moment, the sound of "Gege" in the throat was loud, and the body began to squirm up and down, and the couch and the cowhide rope "pierced" sound. Li Ge went up and added a few more ropes, tied him to the couch together, and held him aside.

After half a burnt of incense, the doctor couldn't pry open the abandoned teeth, his face changed, and he shouted: "Old Mo, hurry, chicken!"

Mo Li took out a blindfolded white feather golden-beaked rooster in the bamboo cage next to him, cut the neck of the chicken with a knife, and poured the chicken blood into his mouth.

The sound of "Gege" in the throat stopped for a while, and turned into a "squeak" sound, like a litter of young beasts grabbing food.

Seeing that the chicken's blood was running out, the doctor couldn't help but shout again: "Stop!"

Mo Li unscrewed off the head of the chicken, and stuffed it into the discarded mouth with blood and hair.

The throat twitched up and down, and the "squeak" gradually disappeared.

"Pull!" the doctor shouted again.

Mo Li pulled out the head of the chicken from his throat, and saw a few blood-colored insects coming out of the cockscomb, holding a cyan sharp mouth, swimming around on the head of the chicken.

"Quick!" the doctor couldn't open a pocket, and Mo Li threw the chicken head inside. The "squeak" sound started again, but soon it became faint. It turned out that there was half a bag of black juice in the pocket, and the chicken head turned into a gray mist after only a moment of throwing it in.

The doctor couldn't pry open the abandoned teeth again and looked at it for a moment.

"Alright!" the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the people in the room, they were all sweating profusely and their clothes were all wet.

Only the one who was lying on the couch seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Six or seven miles east of the imperial capital, it is the Yiya Villa.

When Yingxie went out of the city, he saw a mountain in the distance, dazzling like fire.

"This Yiqingluo is really a strange woman!"

It turned out that the mountain full of "fire" was actually densely packed with flowers.

At that time, this hill was just an ownerless wasteland, with deep grass and dense forests, although it was at the foot of the Son of Heaven, it seemed to be forgotten. Yi Qingluo took a fancy to it, accepted it, and changed it to a villa. In order to plant this mausoleum, she removed all the trees all over the mountain, and only set up dozens of miles of jagged and low scaffolding, and people at the time did not understand her meaning, calling her "clothing idiot". Now every year the mausoleum is in full bloom, everyone envies, she actually opened the door of this villa again, let people play, do not take a penny. Only one fine house is left in a corner of the garden, which is dedicated to entertaining guests for tea.

When Ying Xie came, Yi Qingluo did not arrive. The boy in the house knew Ying Xie and invited him in.

The house was perched on a ridge and protruded from the depths of the mausoleum. Ying Xie, but felt that the breeze was coming, the fragrance of flowers was in the room, and the heart was slightly drunk. Raise your eyes, three big characters on the wall - free incense, the pen is ancient, it is actually from the hand of Yi Qingluo.

Ying Xie walked around the room and came to the window: "This scene is a bit like the skirt of the singer." I just don't know what Sister Qingluo thinks?" Looking out the window at the sea of layers of flowers, the red waves rolling in the wind, Ying Xie smiled unconsciously.

"You're here?" I don't know when Yi Qingluo has arrived.

"Sister Qingluo, you came in quietly, you scared me!" Ying Xie got up, with a smile on his face, "Sister called, how dare you not come?"

"The mausoleum is fragrant, the summer tea taste is light, the summer is hot, the mountain spring is clear, here and now to eat, it is the most appropriate. Yi Qingluo began to make tea, but did not brew it with boiling water, "I soaked the tea bag into the mountain spring a day ago to remove its bitterness, and now I will order ** black berries to add a little sweetness, you eat it, how does it taste?"

"Sister Qingluo is the most elegant, that is, she eats tea, and she is also very particular. Ying Xie knew in his heart that this Yi Qingluo was afraid that he would hate this tea.

"Yingxie. Do you know why I invited you to tea today?"

"I don't know. ”

"I figured out one thing. ”

"What?"

Yi Qingluo stretched out her little finger: "Do you remember?"

Ying Xie shook his head.

"When you and I first met, what you said—" Yi Qingluo seemed a little disappointed, "Well, you were young at that time, how could you remember?"

"I naturally remember!" Ying Xie smiled, "I want to marry my sister." ”

Yi Qingluo's face turned red: "You ——!"

"Sister figured out this?" Ying Xie was overjoyed, but had a few doubts, "But, sister ......"

Yi Qingluo tea has been brewed, and his hands are raised and handed to Yingxie's mouth: "You only say yes or no." ”

Ying Xie took the tea bowl and drank it all: "Promise!"

Yi Qing Luo Wan'er smiled: "How can you eat tea like this? ”

Ying Xie stretched out his little finger: "Pull the hook!"

Yi Qingluo dodged back: "This hook can't be pulled casually." ”

"Sister, you say, how can you pull it?"

Yi Qingluo smiled, and her tone changed: "If I want you to die, are you willing?"

Ying Xie stared at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "How can there be a woman like you, who is looking forward to her husband's death before she has passed the door......?"

"You only say whether you want to or not!" Yi Qingluo didn't seem to be joking.

"Sister Qingluo, you invited me over today, are you here to eat tea, or do you want my life?" Ying Xie didn't care at all, just smiled, picked up the tea and drank another bowl, "This tea is really better and better the more you drink it!"

Yi Qingluo's face was slightly gloomy: "You are unwilling to do so." Let's go!"

Ying Xie didn't get up, but took out something from his arms: "Sister, do you remember?"

It was a sachet with green silk as the base, gold wire lock edge, and embroidered with a graceful Tingting stone green radish, but now it is dilapidated.

Yi Qingluo snatched it, carefully identified it, and clearly distinguished her own methods, but she didn't remember when she gave Ying Xie this thing.

"Pull the hook!" Ying Xie seemed to have drunk alcohol, his face was red, and the wine was also beating with excitement, "If you tell me to die, I will die!"

Yi Qingluo didn't expect things to turn out like this, and she was stunned.

Ying Xie had already grabbed her hand and hooked the little fingers of the two together.

"I will go to my mother tomorrow and tell me that I want my father to give me a marriage. I'm Yingxie, I'm going to marry you—Yi Qingluo!"