Clouded.

The leader ordered a candle to be lit to illuminate a large map. The corners of the map are curled and stuck with nails.

Pointing to an area on the map, the head of the sect smiled and said, "Cao Guo, our place." ”

With a flick of your finger, move below the map.

"Zeguo, where we're going."

The details were not repeated, the head of the sect waved his hand, asked his subordinates to bring many bottles and cans, and opened one of them, and the fragrance was ethereal.

"Today, learn to recognize poison and feel poison." In the last sentence, the head of the teaching looked at his "student" expectantly with an extremely strong emotional color.

Apple's knuckles moved slightly, and her thoughts flickered and flickered away.

The sky rumbled a few times, and the scalp was violently wet.

At the age of nine, Ping was sent to school by Chi Ran.

Probably with some peculiar and naïve idea, Ping Dan will not say a word when he walks into the hall. Others, including the old teacher, took the little girl, who was always stupid, for a dumb one.

The child was naughty, laughing, pushing, and silent.

She felt that it was all real. It's a pity that I don't know what I want to learn in the academy.

"Dumb! Little dumb! No tongue! ”

"How did your mother give birth to you! Hahahaha! ”

The children formed a circle, and Apple fell to the ground.

"What are you doing! It's class! ”

The new young gentleman turned pale.

The children scattered and fled.

Ping was stunned, didn't move, looked at Mr., and felt so familiar.

The expression of the young gentleman who dispersed the child slowly softened, he lowered his height, touched the apple with his slender ten fingers, and gently held the little girl in his arms. Apple's feet dangled in the air, struggling slightly.

The young gentleman looked sideways at the small, dry Apple, and his gaze swept over the bleeding crack. Flipping his arms, he carried her to the hut at the back of the entrance hall, looking for the abrasion medicine that had been on hold for a long time.

"Did you hurt anything other than your wrist?"

Apple shook her head.

"I used to be a doctor's apprentice," the opening sentence was succinct, and the young gentleman quickly pulled out a small medicine box, "so I'll be able to heal the wound in no time." ”

Apple is placed on a small dusty table.

When the medicine was applied, the young gentleman moved very lightly.

The young gentleman was twenty years old, and he was dressed in a neat white suit with gray corners, and he was clean and elegant.

"You're so good, you know how to forbear. I am your new teacher, Yang Ruilin. Why did the little fat man push you just now? ”

As he spoke, the young gentleman leaned down and broke the little girl's ankle, and the girl's face was flat.

"It doesn't hurt, there shouldn't be any tendons."

Ping didn't say anything, she wasn't afraid of pain, and her ankle didn't hurt.

Sensing that the little girl was silent, the corners of the young gentleman Yang Ruilin's mouth rose slightly, looking gentler.

He looked at her, the sun shining down his side face.

She looked at him with a thin layer of fluff on her cheeks.

"No...... Talk? ”

The gentleman was still smiling, but it was a little playful.

***

Li Zhi County.

The drizzle covered every stone melancholy, deepening the color of each fallen leaf. The rain washed away the black-brown mud and stained the man's white boots.

After leaving for a while and returning to his hometown, Yang Ruilin frowned slightly, the charred ruins in front of him were not what he wanted to see.

Under the light blue oil-paper umbrella, the upright facial features present a sighing expression.

The school was closed, and he remembered that most of the children he taught lived in the alleys. I had heard about a fire in the alley, which affected the surrounding tiled houses and burned many people, but the situation in front of me was worse than the rumors.

His eyes deepened a little, and the man opened his hand, and a short branch grew in his palm, and the leaves gathered into a ball of water, and there was a faint green light floating.

Yang Ruilin stepped into the alley step by step, the rain was still falling, and the scars on the wall could not be washed away, but a few pieces of gravel fell off when the rain became heavier.

The Wang family child is a little chubby, Zhang Goudan is the most clever, and Qin Sifeng is a beautiful girl...... The previous Ping, who was bullied and didn't speak, didn't open her mouth to defend herself, was thin and small, and her writing was the best among children.

Yang Ruilin chuckled, the branches in his hands withered, the water balloons cracked and scattered, and his clothes splashed a lot of water. With the other hand, he vigorously plucked out the dead branches and leaves that were connected to the flesh.

Children learn to write incorrectly, he often holds big hands and small hands to teach them, every time he touches Apple, meets her ignorant eyes, Yang Ruilin can't help but hold a little tighter: "Hands should be hard, don't shake, the words are right." Apple nodded blankly.

That kid was stupid.

She's always been stupid.

Thinking about it, he didn't pay attention to his feet, and he stumbled.

Kankan stood firm, the corners of his clothes were drenched with rain, and the green clothes were rendered, Yang Ruilin looked down at the branch that tripped over him, scorched and blackened.

He looked at it for a while, and suddenly noticed that the charred black object was different from the branches, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

It's a stump leg.

The alleys were scuffled, and it was rumored that they were all natural disasters, and the people were superstitious, saying that there was a ghost living in the alley, and they had deep resentment, so they killed most of the people. Together with how the ghost lived a miserable life when he was a living person, the reason for his death was arranged.

And when some unsuspecting soldiers went to look for corpses in the ruins, they must have wondered where the people in this small alley got their swords. They picked up the dead bodies, and often carried away the whole piece of it, and buried or piled up the rotten flesh in the corners without being found.

After a long time, it was haunted and dead, and those who were willing to come here were all collecting corpses, and the government was busy handing over affairs and throwing away this hot potato.

As he walked, he came to a badly burned dead tree, the oil-paper umbrella tilted, and the drizzle drenched his black hair.

"Can you still live...... Yang Ruilin stroked the bark with his palm, and the burnt texture was very familiar.