Thinking of this, Ding Ermiao blurted out and asked, "Since there is an exposition, is there any interception?" ”

"Interception? It seems that there is, I don't know.XshuOTXt.CoM my brother said that the religion in the Great Wilderness Witch Country is different from that in the Great Wilderness Dao Country. Qiushuang shook her head and said:

"This is what my brother told my father, and my father told us......"

Ding Ermiao nodded, it seems that the Dao inheritance here is in the same vein as the earth. It's just that the sisters of Qiushuang and Qiulu haven't seen much and can't say it clearly.

Back in the thatched hut, Qiushuang and Qiulu lit the oil lamp, and looked at Ding Ermiao pitifully.

"Autumn frost and autumn dew, you can sleep, with me here, you can rest assured." Ding Ermiao said.

"Brother Ermiao, we want to ...... Sleep with you. Qiu Lu lowered her head and muttered, "We're afraid." ”

"......" Ding Ermiao waved his hand and said, "You can sleep at ease, I will stand guard in front of your door." ”

Qiushuang shook her head and said, "Then if you don't sleep, how can you do it?" It's better to be like this, Ding Ermiao, we sleep in a room, we can sleep on the ground. ”

"Alright, alright, you sleep on the bed, and I sleep on the ground." Ding Ermiao didn't want to say any more, so he approached the east room, removed the bed board, spread it on the ground in the west wing, and then slept with his clothes.

Qiushuang and Qiulu glanced at each other, went to bed with their own clothes, and slept on the bed where Ding Ermiao had been recuperating from his injuries.

This night, Ding Ermiao slept very sweetly, but in the middle of the night, he was awakened by Qiu Lu's screams.

Ding Ermiao was taken aback, got up and asked, only to know that it was just that Qiu Lu had a nightmare and dreamed of the tragic situation of his father being killed.

Thinking of their father, the two sisters cried again. Ding Ermiao had no choice, sat on the edge of the bed, and comforted the two sisters like a big brother until they fell asleep again. Qiushuang fell asleep, still holding Ding Ermiao's hand and refusing to let go.

At dawn, Ding Ermiao pulled out his hand, got up and walked outside the house, meditating.

Yesterday afternoon, he killed the carefree thief and almost put himself in it. Ding Ermiao knew that if he couldn't recover his cultivation soon, he would have no way to protect Qiushuang and Qiulu, and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't die.

After spitting out the old and accepting the new, Ding Ermiao continued to practice the free footwork.

The qi of heaven and earth here is abundant and pure, and Ding Ermiao's progress is very fast. At sunrise, Ding Ermiao experimented with palm thunder again, and he could already make a slight explosion.

In this way, after ten days and a half months, he may be able to recover half of his cultivation.

The two sisters of Qiushuang and Qiulu had also gotten up, watched Ding Ermiao practice stupidly for a while, and then went to the kitchen in the back to prepare breakfast.

While having breakfast, Ding Ermiao asked: "Autumn frost and autumn dew, do you have any ghosts here after people die?" Those ghosts, do you want to go to the underworld? ”

"No, people die like lights go out, and there is nothing." Qiushuang shook her head and said, "But my father said that some Taoist monks with great skills can still come back to life when they die, borrow other people's bodies and come back to life." ”

Resurrection of the dead? Rebirth?

Ding Ermiao thought about it, this big ability is not too big, if his cultivation is still there, he can easily do it.

"By the way, Autumn Frost and Autumn Dew, what do you usually have to do?" Ding Ermiao asked again: "Is there anyone in charge of you and tell you to do something?" Are there any other people around here? ”

"On the other side of Wankou Mountain, there are only a few families, poor people like us......" Qiushuang pointed to the door and said:

"We are here, and every day we pick lotus root and make it into lotus root flour. Every autumn, someone comes to collect these lotus root flours. If you don't complete the task, you will be beaten, and the task will be heavier in the second year. ”

Eggs, this is simply a slave society.

"Who is the person who came to collect lotus root powder? Also a Taoist monk? Ding Ermiao asked.

"Yes, it's some minor friars, fierce. Last year, my dad was beaten by them and vomited blood. They also said......" Qiulu hesitated, and then stopped.

"What else?"

"I also said that this year, my sister and I will grow up, and they will take us away...... Qiulu cried and said, "Brother Ermiao, you want us to be our wives." As long as the girls here get married, others won't like them. They all say that married women are dirty and generally don't want to touch them. ”

With a bang, Ding Ermiao slammed his fist on the table.

The two sisters were startled, stood up together, and looked at Ding Ermiao in horror.

"Brother Ermiao, Qiu Lu can't speak, don't kill her......" As soon as Qiu Shuang's legs were weak, she was about to kneel down.

"Silly girl, I'm not mad at you." Ding Ermiao pulled up Qiushuang and said, "I was angry with those hateful Taoist monks, so I slapped the table." Sorry to scare you. ”

Qiu Lu burst into tears, and asked timidly: "Brother Ermiao, you really don't blame me?" ”

"I don't blame you, how can I blame you?" Ding Ermiao waved his hand, suddenly filled his chest with pride, and said:

"Listen to the autumn frost and autumn dew, in the future, you will say that it is my wife. Whoever dares to bully you, I will call him to death! ”

Wife is just a title, let the autumn frost and autumn dew feel at ease first.

"Brother Ermiao......" The two sisters of Qiushuang were excited and happy, one left and one right, took Ding Ermiao's hand, and cried.

Ding Ermiao appeased and prepared to go out to practice.

The two sisters, on the other hand, changed into a set of short coats and shorts, and walked barefoot towards the lotus pond in front of the house. The smooth calves are as white as the tender lotus roots.

"Qiushuang, what are you going to do?" Ding Ermiao asked.

"Starting today, it's the day of lotus root picking, and we're going to pick lotus roots." Qiushuang smiled and said.

Ding Ermiao thought for a while and said, "Then I'll be by the lotus pond and watch you pick lotus roots." ”

"Okay, it's best to be together." Autumn frost and autumn dew are all happy.

When he came to the lotus pond, Qiushuang pulled out a small boat from the depths of the lotus leaves, held the penny in his hand, and jumped up lightly.

Qiu Lu also smiled and got on the boat. The two sisters waved their hands to Ding Ermiao, rowed the boat to the middle of the lotus pond, and a water pattern spread slightly on the surface of the pond......

Ding Ermiao stood by the pond, looking at the figure of autumn frost and autumn dew, and seemed to see the red jade of the year.

Many years ago, I used to row a boat with Hongyu and play in the pond.

"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. There are double carps, playing with each other in the blue waves. Who is the daughter in the depths of the lotus leaves, laughing and throwing a lotus across the water. The owner is not a sorrowful girl, and her appearance is beautiful and beautiful. Fourteen can read books, and fifteen can sew shirts. Sixteen lotus picking, Ling Ge is idle. Wearing lotus leaves under the sun, smiling and leaning on the edge of the South Pond......"

Touching the scene, Ding Ermiao was stunned, and involuntarily remembered this lotus-picking poem, and chanted softly in his mouth.

"Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. The water is covered with empty emerald color, and the flowers bloom cold and red. Passers-by are fortunate to meet here. Mengjun gave lotus root, and the heart of the lotus root is inextricably linked. Mengjun gave lotus fruit, and his heart was as bitter as frying. Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tiantian. How easy is it to pick lotus, and how difficult is it to stay in a horse? The geese in the distant mountains are constantly crying, and the clouds in the far mountains are as white as sails......"

Ding Ermiao was immersed in the picture in front of him and distant memories, and he was forgetful.

And the autumn frost and autumn dew have already swam into the depths of the lotus leaves in a small boat, turned over and went into the water, and began the lotus root picking work.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a red figure suddenly appeared, with a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, pointing at Ding Ermiao's heart