Feng Moshao is the youngest son of the Fuxi Feng clan. is also the smartest one of Fu Xi's generation, Feng Qianxun has a hidden intention to let Feng Moshao inherit Fu Xi's family in the future, and he can be regarded as devoting himself to Feng Moshao.

It is precisely because Feng Qianlu has high hopes for Feng Moshao that when Feng Moshao was young, he sent Feng Moshao to Kunlun Ruins.

That was Feng Moshao's happiest days. But it was the most annoying time for Bai Luo.

Bai Luo hates children very much. She is used to living alone in Kunlun Ruins, and this creature is really a thousand times more terrifying than a fierce beast. I don't know what Feng Qianxun and those people think, her own child doesn't teach herself, but she was sent to her Kunlun Ruins for her to discipline. I always feel that Master Yan can produce high apprentices, and I don't want to think about how dangerous it is in Kunlun Ruins.

In addition to Feng Moshao, those who were sent to Kunlun Ruins together also included Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan. Although the Zhurong clan and the Shennong clan also recognized that the Fuxi clan was big in Kunlun, they didn't want their children to lose to the Feng family.

Bai Luo still remembered the day Feng Moshao, Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan were sent to Kunlun Ruins.

Because Bai Luo hates children very much, and I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, she slept with it. Feng Moshao, Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan stood in the small bamboo forest outside Kunlun Ruins for two hours.

And, of course, their respective parents standing behind them.

On the third day, Bai Luo remembered that yesterday Feng Qianlu also specially sent a letter to Kunlun Ruins, saying that the young master would be sent to Kunlun Ruins today. Bai Luo looked at the sun outside the window, and when he woke up, it was already midday.

Bai Luo came out of the small bamboo forest and saw the three people known as the three young people of Kunlun. At that time, all three were only half-grown children. Feng Mo Shao is slightly older than his own Junlan and Jiang Qinghan. Although Feng Moshao is not as carved as Jiang Qinghan, his facial features are deep, and he can see that his bones are excellent at a young age.

Bai Luo glanced at Feng Moshao appreciatively. After all, children with good muscles and bones can resist beatings, and it is easier to discipline. Where is it like Jiang Qinghan's little coward, his eyes are red and he has just cried.

It's no wonder that Jiang Qinghan wants to cry. When he was young, Jiang Qinghan made heaven and earth, relying on his appearance like a dumpling and being quite popular, so he made it himself to Kunlun Ruins.

Bai Luo didn't even ask which child he was, so he kicked him into the pit of Kunlun Ruins. remembered that when Jiang Qinghan rolled down the demon pit in Kunlun Ruins, he gurgled like a small round ball, and Bai Luo still thought it was quite funny. But now that Jiang Qinghan has grown up, he is not curled up in a ball like when he was a child. Bai Luo is quite sorry for this.

Unlike Jiang Qinghan, Feng Moshao was a little arrogant when he looked at Bai Luo. After all, as the young master of Fuxi, his status is higher than that of Junlan and Jiang Qinghan. In Kunlun, the three major clans of Fuxi, Shennong, and Zhurong are the masters, and Bai Luo is the general. In theory, Bai Luo should salute the three of them.

Of course, Bai Luo never had any intention of saluting them.

Since Bai Luo walked out of the small bamboo forest, Feng Qianlu still opened his mouth: "I thought we were early." Later, when I thought about it, it was excellent to let the three children wait and let them know that the master and apprentice were inferior. ”

Bai Luo looked at Feng Qianxun, and silently spit out two words in his heart - "hypocrisy".

Bai Luo looked at Feng Qianxun with a cold face: "No, I have slept." ”

Feng Qianxun's words were suppressed, so he was not aggrieved!

However, Ji Junlan's mother Jiang Nanshuang was refreshing: "Prison Martial God Jun, Jun Lan is really stubborn, and I have no choice before I send Jun Lan to Kunlun Ruins." Jiang Nanshuang looked at Ji Junlan and bit her lip, and then continued: "Junlan handed it over to Shenjun, no matter what happens, it is Junlan's own creation. ”

Jiang Nanshuang is Ji Junlan's mother and Jiang Qinghan's aunt. Ji Junlan is not only the young master of the Zhurong clan, but also the fiancée of Feng Moshao, who has been decided.

Ji Junlan does not have the arrogance of Feng Moshao, nor is he as timid as Jiang Qinghan, and his eyes are watching the small bamboo forest turn around. Two beast roars occasionally came from behind the small bamboo forest, and her face suddenly showed undisguised excitement.

Bai Luo glanced coldly at the three people with very different personalities: "You three come in." The house where I live is built by cutting bamboo, and if my hands and feet are slow, I can only stay in the bamboo forest tonight. ”

"You!" Feng Moshao has been clothed and fed since he was a child, where did he suffer this kind of neglect?

Bai Luo didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and walked back into the small bamboo forest: "By the way, I will sleep until midnight every day, don't bother me." ”

Feng Mo was angry and didn't fight anywhere, but Ji Junlan followed up with Xiaozhulin first. Ji Junlan glanced back at Feng Moshao: "You don't know how to build a house, right?"

Feng Moshao glared at Ji Junlan angrily, and also walked in.

Only Jiang Qinghan refused to follow into the small bamboo forest. Jiang Qinghan's father, Jiang Lian, said no matter how to persuade him, Jiang Qinghan didn't listen. Jiang Nanshuang was spicy, and took Jiang Qinghan's arm and threw him into the small bamboo forest.

Jiang Qinghan wanted to cry as soon as he pouted, and when he saw Ji Junlan and Feng Moshao looking at him, he held back again, and followed Bai Luo into Kunlun Ruins aggrievedly.

The small bamboo forest is on the edge of the Kunlun Ruins, and even if there is a little wind and grass, the bamboo leaves in the small bamboo forest will sound non-stop. So no matter if someone came in the small bamboo forest or a fierce beast ran out of the Kunlun Ruins, Bai Luo could hear it.

The small bamboo forest where Bai Luo lives is not like a god at all, a lonely small stilted building, and there is a table, a chair and a couch on the second floor of the stilted building, which is as simple as that.

On the first floor of the stilted building, there are several jars of wine. Bai Luo took out a jar of wine and slapped the lid open, stretched out his hand and gently brushed it, and suddenly a strong wind pressed down a bamboo. Bai Luo carried the wine jar and lay on the curved bamboo and drank the wine by himself.

Ji Junlan looked at Bai Luo with a smile: "Shenjun, your trick is good-looking, can you teach me?"

Bai Luo glanced at Ji Junlan coldly. This girl is good-looking, and her appearance follows her mother. Zhu Rong's general birth is quite strong, with a wide mouth and a big face. It's fine if it's a man, but it's really not good-looking if it's a woman. Fortunately, Ji Junlan did not follow her father.

Bai Luo said lightly: "Do you want to learn?"

Ji Junlan nodded expectantly. Bai Luo lowered his head and glanced at Ji Junlan: "Little girl, if you don't hurry up and build a house, you can only sleep in the bamboo forest tonight." ”

Ji Junlan looked at Bai Luo proudly: "Then let's make a bet, okay?"

"Make a bet?" Bai Luo's blue eyes flashed, Ji Junlan was the first to bet with her for so many years. "What are you betting on?"

Ji Junlan looked at the sun: "If I build my own hut before sunset, can you teach me this martial art?"

"Good. Bai Luo lightly agreed. Zhu Rong's forging the world's divine soldiers, building a small bamboo house is naturally not a problem. But before sunset, the time was tight.

Seeing Bai Luo agree, Ji Junlan turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest. Feng Moshao stood aside and watched Ji Junlan talk to Bai Luo, with a look of envy on his face, but he didn't dare to talk to Bai Luo.

Ji Junlan looked at Feng Moshao and said slyly: "You are not allowed to peek when I am studying!"

Feng Moshao looked at Ji Junlan coldly and left without saying a word.

Ji Junlan looked at Feng Moshao's stinky face and suddenly became angry: "Jiang Qinghan, let's go, I'll help you chop bamboo." ”

Bai Luo looked at the three teenagers and girls and took a sip of wine. I don't even remember when or what I looked like when I was as old as them.

Bai Luo lay on the bamboo with his eyes closed, but his ears listened to the movement in the bamboo forest.

Bamboo is extremely tough and looks slender, but it is actually difficult to cut. If you don't master certain skills, the bamboo cut down by dark is only enough to make a bamboo raft, let alone build a room.

At first, there was a chaotic sound of bamboo cutting in the bamboo forest. Gradually, the sounds became more regular. Bai Luo hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, these children are not as stupid as when they first met.

Ji Junlan is worthy of being the daughter of Zhu Rong's family, and she soon learned how to cut down bamboo quickly and effortlessly. What's more, Ji Junlan and Jiang Qinghan are two people cooperating, and soon they will cut enough bamboo for the two of them to build a hut.

On the other hand, Feng Moshao's side, knowing that he didn't know how to do it, but he refused to ask his Junlan for advice, he just used brute force to cut bamboo, and when the sun was about to set west, he didn't have enough materials to build a house.

Not only did he quickly master the art of chopping bamboo, but he also built a small bamboo hut before sunset. It is a small stilted building like Bai Luo's small bamboo house, even more delicate than Bai Luo's, and the windows also have ulterior motives to make orchid patterns with thinner bamboo.

Ji Junlan ran to Bai Luo's side delicately: "Shenjun, do you think I can ride well?"

Bai Luo praised: "Not bad. ”

"Then you want to teach me how you sleep on that bamboo?"

"Okay, it's late today, I'll teach you tomorrow. ”

"Okay!" Ji Junlan went to help Jiang Qinghan build his little bamboo house again.

On the other side, Feng Moshao cut down the bamboos of different lengths, and seeing that the sun had set, he still didn't build it.

Ji Junlan couldn't help but say, "I'll help you." ”

Feng Moshao was so tired that he was already sweating, and the clothes woven by the silk were soaked with sweat and stained with sludge. Feng Moshao said angrily: "No!"

Ji Junlan hated: "Who still wants to ask for help for you?"

Bai Luo looked at Feng Moshao's back and smiled faintly: "There will be heavy rain tonight." ”

Feng Moshao acted as if he hadn't heard it, and walked into the small bamboo forest again.

At night, Feng Moshao finally built a simple small bamboo house, not the kind of stilted building built by Ji Junlan, just four pillars, a roof, surrounded by sparse bamboo, which can be regarded as a wind and rain.

But he underestimated the wind and rain in Kunlun Ruins.

Once the rain falls in the Kunlun Ruins, it is like a hole in the sky, the heavy rain pours down like a waterfall, smashing the small bamboo house like a drum, the wind sounds like a fierce beast roaring through the mountains, and it seems that the fierce beasts of Kunlun Ruins have escaped from the Kunlun Ruins.

The rain made the small bamboo house make an annoying sound, and the wind seemed to swallow the small bamboo house alive. In this kind of weather, Bai Luo didn't like to stay in a small bamboo house, so he jumped out of the small bamboo house and stood on the tip of the bamboo in the bamboo forest. No matter how the wind blew the bamboo from left to right, she stood firmly on the bamboo leaves without realizing it.

Whether it was Tianchi, Kunlun Hanging Garden, the Twelfth Floor of the Five Cities, or the Mountain of Fire, if they encountered such a wind and rain, they would definitely invite Xue Yu to disperse the wind and rain.

But Bai Luo felt that the world was supposed to be like this, so why bother to change it?

The three children's cognition of the world is only the brocade clothes and jade food of the fairy world, and the flattery of the little fairy.

The worst thing is Feng Moshao. His house, which had been built in a simple way, was now almost scattered when the wind blew it. The roof seemed to be able to keep out the rain, but in fact he tied the bamboo poles in the wrong way. The rain fell on his hut like a broken thread. The four bamboos supporting the roof were so dangling that they were about to break, and they couldn't take care of this one or that.

Feng Moshao looked up at Bai Luo standing on the top of the bamboo forest, half admiring and half unwilling in his heart.

Ji Junlan pushed open the window and shouted to Feng Moshao: "Feng Moshao, come to my house to avoid it first!"

Feng Moshao stretched out his hand to stabilize the head of the bamboo pole and said without looking back: "No." "It's still cold. Ji Junlan slammed the ground and closed his window: "It seems that someone owes you!"

Bai Luo lowered his eyes and glanced at Feng Moshao, this pampered childish temperament is not small. He was angry, but he never complained. In comparison, Jiang Qinghan seems to be the pampered one.

The wind and rain did not stop until it was almost dawn. Feng Moshao struggled all night, soaking wet, his clothes were also covered with mud, and his shoes were also waterlogged, but he managed to save his tattered little bamboo house.

Feng Moshao tossed all night, and as soon as the rain stopped, he curled up in his dilapidated and waterlogged hut and fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Luo walked back to his small stilted building, slept until midnight, and smelled a fragrant smell of white porridge when he got up.

Ji Junlan had already prepared white porridge for Bai Luo in the courtyard: "Shenjun, the white porridge has just been boiled." ”

Bai Luo picked up the bowl and tried it: "Yes, what did you use?"

"Didn't it rain last night? The water used to boil the porridge was picked from bamboo leaves. Ji Junlan looked at Feng Moshao as he spoke.

Bai Luo said lightly: "You don't call him?"

Ji Junlan's face turned red: "Who wants to call him." ”

It just so happened that Feng Moshao woke up at this time. He woke up stunned. Ji Junlan's cloak was covering himself, on top of his dirty clothes.

Jiang Qinghan hurriedly scooped a bowl of white porridge from the kitchen: "Feng Moshao, let's drink some porridge." ”

Feng Moshao said impatiently: "No. With that, he lifted his cloak, walked out of his hut, and walked into the small bamboo forest.

Jiang Qinghan looked at Feng Moshao blankly: "This is what Ji Junlan has stayed up all morning." ”

Feng Moshao paused, but still walked into the bamboo forest without looking back.

Ji Junlan took the bowl from Jiang Qinghan's hand, poured the porridge back into the pot, and said angrily: "Who wants to give it to him!"

Bai Luo drank the warm white porridge, and listened to the sound of chopping bamboo in the bamboo forest, and the corners of his mouth gently provoked a smile.

Children are really annoying.