Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Bad Son
After that, Shen Wan took Luo Xi's hand and followed closely behind the Southern Daoist.
"Can't go." The third uncle and aunt shouted a little anxiously, she still counted on her to get rich.
"The head of this road is here, see who dares to stop him." The Southern Daoist said sharply.
Seeing that the Southern Daoist was like this, everyone did not dare to stop each other.
On the South Mountain.
That was the first time Nan Qi saw Shen Wan, she was wearing a white skirt, and she couldn't see a trace of timidity when she walked behind the Southern Daoist, but she looked preoccupied.
"Qi'er, this is the younger sister of the late child, she will live in this Zhongnan Mountain in the future, you have to take good care of her."
Nan Qi didn't speak, just glanced at Nan Nan and Shen Wan coldly, then turned around and left.
"This kid." Nanfang sighed helplessly.
"In the future, you will live in this Zhongnan Mountain, follow the old man to learn Taoism diligently, and rely on your own strength to find the enemy."
"Thank you, Chief."
Since Shen Wan came to Zhongnan Mountain, she has been reading spell books by herself most of the time, and she doesn't care about others, except for Luo Xi and Nanfang Dao Chang, who will occasionally say a few words, the rest of the people have not communicated with her.
Luo Xilai quickly became familiar with everyone on this mountain, but it was Nan Qi, this person she hadn't talked to him until now.
"Miss, what do you say about that Nan Qi looking at the fierce gods, I heard that the people on this mountain don't talk to him. Although he is the son of the Taoist chief, he is not at all the same as the Taoist chief, cold, I heard other people say that he just came to the mountain two years ago, and he used to be a rich young master in Jinling, and he always felt that he was too poor to stay on this mountain, and he wanted to go out every day. ”
"Really?"
"I really don't understand how such a good person as the Southern Daoist can have such a bad son."
"Luo Xi, don't judge people who don't understand, it's not too late to judge when you know enough." Shen Wan said lightly.
"Got it, miss, I won't next time." Luo Xi lowered his head. After a while, she was busy helping, leaving Shen Wan reading alone.
"Girl, is this book interesting?" Nan Qi looked at Shen Wan puzzled.
He has only been here for a short time in Zhongnan Mountain, he has been living in Jinling in the past, he has always felt that his father who learned magic is not promising, he wants to do business, and the rest does not want to do it, so he should not be a stinky Taoist priest.
Shen Wan glanced at him, but did not answer.
"What are you doing with this?" Nan Qi said dissatisfied.
"What is to you may be my only hope for me." Shen Wan looked at Nan Qi and said meaningfully.
"You girl, so old at a young age." Nan Qi sighed and said, "Don't you think it's too lonely here? ”
Nan Qi looked at the sky and sighed, even if he was the son of the south, he never looked down on the Taoist priests on this mountain, and over time, few people on this mountain were willing to talk to him.
"Everything in this world has a fixed number."
"Why are you like that old man, god-nagged."
"Actually, you can do whatever you want, but at the most suitable time, maybe one day you can go where you want to go." Shen Wan gently grabbed Nan Qi's hand and said with a smile.
This was the first time he had seen her smile, it turned out that she could laugh, seeing her smile, Nan Qi's heart seemed to have been hit by something.