After watching TV, Zhao Fei and the others went downstairs to see Jing Wenting sorting out the bamboo poles stacked next to the pigsty, preparing to build a loofah shelf.

"Mom, why don't you call us, can you get so many bamboo poles alone?"

Zhao Xingwu went up to help, picked up a bundle of bamboo poles and said, "Are you going to the pass?"

Today's sun is very big, Jing Wenting is sweating, and nodded with satisfaction: "En." ”

Jingwenting used to be from the city, his family was not bad, he was pampered when he was a child, and he never did farm work at all.

Zhao Fei watched her skillfully tie up the bamboo poles, resisted a bundle on her shoulders, and went up to grab them all: "Oh, this kind of opportunity to exercise should be given to us." ”

Jing Wenting followed behind empty-handed, looking at the two children, both bitter and moved.

How good she lived when she was a child, she bought whatever she wanted, she didn't know how to cook when she went to college, and she played everywhere every day except for school.

Now his children have to do these farm work, which makes Jing Wenting a little ashamed and distressed, feeling that he has not been a good mother.

Zhao Fei didn't have this kind of mood, and he didn't take care of his wife and daughter, which was his eternal pain.

Maybe it's time to think about how to improve the conditions at home.

Zhao Fei thought silently, and felt that if he wanted to live a good life, he still had to improve his strength first, which was the foundation of his life.

Do you want to take the risk of hunting youkai?

Zhao Fei asked himself if he didn't have that strength, and he couldn't make up his mind for the time being.

When they came to the loofah field at the pass, the three of them began to build a shelf for the melon seedlings.

Chu Xiaodao picked up dung to fertilize, passed by a piece of soil next to him, and beckoned to the old woman who was loosening the soil: "Auntie, the sun is so big, pay attention to your body." ”

The old woman glanced at her grandson who was helping to sow the seeds, wiped the sweat on her head, and said with a hearty smile: "You are worrying about it here, I am in good health." ”

"That's good, haha. Chu Xiaodao put the dung bucket on the ridge and squinted at the sun in the sky: "Damn, what the hell is the weather." ”

The old woman dug down with a hoe, looked left and right a few times, hesitated for a moment and said, "Little knife, I heard that Zhao Lao Er is going to go into the mountains to hunt demons, do you know?"

Zhao Lao Er refers to Zhao Guohong.

Chu Xiaodao frowned, and found that something was wrong.

Zhao Guohong took the initiative to hunt demons, what kind of international joke was he making? There must be some shady deed here.

Chu Xiaodao absentmindedly watered the loofah seedlings, and said to Jing Wenting: "Wenting, do you say this is true? ”

Jing Wenting muttered: "People die for money, and birds die for food." There are also demon hunters who specialize in hunting demons for a living, Zhao Guohong feels that his ability is getting better, and it is normal to want to fight. ”

Chu Xiaodao shook his head: "No, no, no, you see that there are monsters in the village, if you are not completely sure, then the grandson will make a move?" Once he enters the mountain, it is not up to him to decide what monsters he encounters, in Zhaojiagou, he can make money wantonly, and he is very safe, so he can't do such a risky thing." ”

Sun Pingjiang had just come to talk to Zhao Guohong, and in a few days he was going to go into the mountains to hunt demons, such an abnormal thing made Chu Xiaodao feel uneasy.

"He is not a bloodline martial artist, what confidence does he have to go into the mountains to hunt demons?"

Before Chu Xiaodao could figure it out, he suddenly heard a scream above his head, and the sound of piercing the golden cracking stone, like metal scraping glass, made people get goosebumps all over his body.

Everyone immediately covered their ears and looked up in a hurry.

When the red sun is in the sky, a snow-white bird, like a flying sword, falls from the sky, the light shines on its white feathers, refracting a colorful halo, so beautiful that it can only be described as Ambilight.

In response to that saying, the more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is.

When Chu Xiaodao saw the famous Snow Eagle, he was so frightened that he threw down the dung scoop in his hand and shouted hysterically: "Run!"

Although he shouted like that, he didn't run away, and rushed to Zhao Fei and Zhao Xingwu in a few big strides, brutally pressed the two of them into the soil, and at the same time lowered his voice and said to Jing Wenting: "Pounce!

Jing Wenting did so without thinking about it, and threw himself straight on the ground, his eyes closed, and he didn't even look at the sky, as if he had suddenly died.

The old woman not far away had no master, and when she heard Chu Xiaodao shouting to run, she suddenly woke up like a dream, threw down her hoe and ran to her grandson, waved her hand and said, "Xiaoyu, run!"

The old woman's grandson was only about ten years old, staring at the beautiful snow eagle flying down in the sky, the whole person was stunned, and when he heard the old woman calling him, he looked back and shouted with a crying voice: "Grandma!"

The sound of light rain has not yet fallen, and the snow eagle is already only a stone's throw away.

The strong wind howled, and the snow eagle flipped in the air, spreading its wings several meters wide, revealing its iron claws shining with cold light, and slapped it fiercely on the light rain spirit cover, making a crisp sound of "grabbing".

Xiaoyu's voice stopped abruptly, and the snow eagle grabbed his little head, waved his wings and rode the wind, the whole process was so clean and neat that the old woman couldn't react, only to feel that the grandson had disappeared in place with a flower in front of her.

The snow eagle successfully captured its prey and let out a high-pitched and loud cry, full of joy.

The old woman looked up and saw a little boy hanging from his iron talons in the shadows beneath the snow eagle, his body swaying limply in the wind.

"Little ...... Light rain!"

The old woman shouted bitterly and chased frantically in the direction where the snow eagle flew, but unfortunately the snow eagle and the light rain were still getting farther and farther away, and turned into a small black dot in the sky in the blink of an eye.

The field was rugged, and the old woman fell to the ground without chasing far, her head hitting the sun-hardened soil, and blood flowed for a long time.

Chu Xiaodao pressed Zhao Fei and the others under the crook of his arm, closed his eyes tightly, buried his head in his chest like an ostrich, and his whole body trembled slightly, waiting for God's judgment.

When he heard the old woman's cry of sorrow, he opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at the sky, and found that the snow eagle in the distance, relieved to let go of the two children, turned over and lay on the ground, his vest already wet with cold sweat.

Zhao Fei realized it later, sat up from the ground, looked at the black dots in the distance, and heard the old woman who was crying incessantly, and there was a kind of sadness of a dead rabbit and a fox.

Zhao Xingwu was the first to stand up, glaring at Chu Xiaodao, tears rolling in his eyes.

Chu Xiaodao's gaze dodged, and he also got up, lowered his head and did not speak.

Jing Wenting saw that everyone was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and rolled down the ridge, slowly walked to the old woman, helped her up from the ground, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"I ...... I'll just ...... Xiaoyu has only one relative left!" The blood and tears on the old woman's head were all over her face, grabbing Jing Wenting's sleeve, crying hoarsely, and finally said a complete sentence.

Zhao Fei and others also came to the old woman's side.

Chu Xiaodao clenched his fists, buried his head deeply, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry." ”

The old woman was stunned for a moment, looked at Chu Xiaodao in a daze, and her pupils constricted a little: "You can't run in that situation, can you?"

Chu Xiaodao turned his head and did not answer.

The old woman's expression gradually became hideous, and she pounced on Chu Xiaodao, her thin hands grabbed his neck, and her bloodshot eyes were bigger than copper bells, as if her eyeballs were about to roll out.

"It's you, it's you who killed Xiaoyu!" the old woman was like a terrible ghost asking for her life, and her dry and sharp voice echoed in the open field for a long time.