Since wearing the dementor bell on her feet, Nie Xiaoqian temporarily stopped fighting in order to hide her eyes and ears.

Every night, I sit alone in the water and live in the Mirror Lake Pavilion, or stroke the qin, or admire the moon, or read, or practice calligraphy, it seems that it is as quiet as a mountain and does not move, and foreign objects do not linger.

After more than half a month like this, sensing that those who were watching were slackening again, she picked up her thoughts again.

At this time, the moon **, the cold was cold, Nie Xiaoqian was wrapped in light yarn for several feet, curling Nana, as if she didn't notice the strong evening breeze whistling through the pavilion.

Crossing into this strange Ming Dynasty, it has been more than a month since she became Nie Xiaoqian, she can be regarded as thinking about it, watching the yellow leaves fall in front of the pavilion, the flowing eye waves are no longer the bleak at the beginning, and the expression is no longer yesterday's grievances, and the whole body of the yin soul has become more and more distant and ethereal.

"I don't know how the engraving of "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Sedan Chair" is going now?" Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself.

In the past half a month, she has not set foot in the Black Wind Forest, and she can't imagine how fast Wang Qiongying's sister moves, and now the novel has been printed and spread throughout the county, and has been spread to the boudoir of the young lady who can read and write.

"Forget it, I don't want to do this, the finished book is just water spilled out, and it's useless to think about it. It's Wang Qiongying waiting for herself to visit, maybe she is in a hurry. ”

Thinking of the girl who kept shouting at her sister and sister when she first met, making her feel cold and cordial at the same time, Nie Xiaoqian decided to observe for a few more days, and when those nasty ghosts were no longer peeping at her, she would go to the county seat.

In a few days, it will be a matter of the future, and you can't sit idly and wait for the rest of your time.

If you count according to the time in the movie world, her days of being a ghost are not long, and there will be less than a year before she is full.

"Is it a new idea?"

Eating and sleeping and beating beans, being idle is also idle, that is what people will do.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost who may be disillusioned at any time, and she doesn't want to be idle, so as not to think wildly, so she thinks about whether to write a new novel.

Judging from Wang Qiongying's love for classical romance novels such as "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Sedan Chair", this path can be continued, but for the sake of safety, the pace should not be too big.

Leapfrogging progression, or wait until the pen is hard enough, the name is loud enough, and then it doesn't hurt.

Thinking like this, her mind fell silent, and in the middle of the sound, she stroked her pen and wrote the half-rhyme in "Touching the Fish, Yanqiu Ci".

Ask what is the world and love, only teach life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

The paper rattles in the wind, the ink on the paper, the strokes are flexible and flying, the rigidity and softness are prepared, the care is affectionate, and the forest is endless.

It turned out that Nie Xiaoqian felt that her words were too delicate and delicate, like a weak willow supporting the wind, and there was no atmosphere, so she looked for Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy and studied it every day, but she didn't expect that after practicing for less than a month, because of her good foundation, she had already achieved initial results.

However, just as she was about to continue pouring ink, she seemed to hear something and froze there.

But you have to listen carefully, and then the sound is blown away in the cold wind.

"It's freezing this day, and anyone dares to run into the ghost nest of the demon cave in the barren mountain and abandoned temple?" Nie Xiaoqian was a little puzzled.

As the weather is cold day by day, Lanruo Temple is full of people in the morning, noon and evening, and there is no popularity at all, even the old witch has not had blood in her stomach for many days, and her face is full of vegetables.

It's not that Xiaoqing and they have an epiphany, and they suddenly become virgin martyrs who can play the imperial court and set up the archway, and they are not ready to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground.

After another while, Nie Xiaoqian finally determined that it was a human call, a deep call from afar.

Vaguely, in a trance, she seemed to see the back of Xiao Suo who was screaming sadly.

"Ah Huang, where are you?"

Then she heard the call clearly, a little immature and desolate, a little hoarse.

It really smells sad and tears when I hear it.

As it dissipated on the surface of the lake, with the sound of the evening breeze, a black and thin little boy of seven or eight years old emerged from the jungle.

The little boy had a bamboo kettle pinned to his waist, a fishing rod in his hand, a muddy body, an anxious expression, and two small mud grooves with tears on his cheeks, obviously crying sadly.

Nie Xiaoqian would never have imagined that at such a time, the person who broke into this man-eating demon cave would be such a person, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a good guy like a bear's heart and leopard gall.

But she had to think of a poem again, and she couldn't help but cheer: Zhengtai was born bold and heroic, and he didn't carry a knife with a bamboo tube at his waist.

The little boy didn't seem to expect to meet a beautiful sister in this deserted wilderness, which could only be seen in the temple.

He looked a little excited, a little timid, and when he burst into tears, he finally mustered up the courage to stumble and walked to the front of the pavilion, his expression was a little restrained, and his voice was a little hoarse and asked, "Sister Fairy, have you seen my Ah Huang?" ”

"Your Ah Huang?" A certain big yellow dog appeared in Nie Xiaoqian's mind.

"A scalper." The little boy became nervous, and his hands were vigorously compared, constantly emphasizing the physical characteristics of his family Ah Huang, "The hair on the tail has been cut off, and it is easy to recognize the old scalper." ”

"It turns out that Ah Huang is a scalper." Nie Xiaoqian nodded, and at the same time understood, why the little boy could see his invisible self, probably because his eyes were stained with cow tears.

"Yes, fairy sister, did you see it?" The little boy's eyes lit up with some gloom, full of anticipation.

"Little brother, what is your name, where do you live, why did you come here to look for cattle?"

"My mother called me Ping'an, my family lives on the other side of the mountain, called Daoxiang Village, didn't my sister see my family Ah Huang?" The little boy was in a hurry.

It turned out that in late autumn, when paraquat was over, the shepherd boy named Ping'an could only drive the cattle deep into the mountains, so that the cattle could grow more fat before the first snow of the cold winter came, so that they could survive the wax moon. It may be that the child is naughty and playful, and he didn't pay attention to letting the cow get lost.

The cow is a treasure of the family, he is afraid of going back to be scolded, so he can only follow the hoof prints, and keep looking for it until nightfall, along the small mirror lake, all the way to the Lanruo Temple.

Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself, the old horse knows the way, the old cow understands human nature, and he should also know the way, why don't you know how to go home after the moon is in the woods?

She couldn't help but look towards the lake, saw the hoof prints that disappeared in the Black Wind Forest, and wondered if Na Ah Huang had been eaten by the hungry wolves in the forest.

The shepherd boy Ping'an saw that Nie Xiaoqian didn't speak, thinking that she hadn't seen it either, so he wanted to continue to look for Lanruo Temple.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly grabbed him and said, "There is a man-eating monster over there, don't go over." ”

She didn't think that those female ghosts and old demons would have such noble sentiments as cows eating tender grass because they were young.

The shepherd boy was anxious to find the cow before, and there was only such a very simple thought in his mind, and he didn't have the heart to think about the mountain spirits and wild monsters at all, and he wouldn't be afraid if he didn't want to be natural, even if the mountains and forests were strange, the fog was deep and the moon was cold.

Now when I heard Nie Xiaoqian mention it, I suddenly remembered the Yin Yin advice from the family who scared me that there were monsters here, and solemnly ordered not to come to this side of the mountain, and then thought of the green-faced fangs that the storyteller in the village said about the hairy and blood-drinking fangs, and I was afraid of it.

Two rows of more than thirty teeth were fighting each other, and the gurgling sound was clearly audible in the cold wind, and even the little face tanned by the sun seemed to be frightened a lot whiter.

"Then what about my Ah Huang?" The shepherd boy was scared and anxious, and he wanted to weep.

"Don't be afraid, my sister is here, but be careful not to shout as loudly as you did just now, it will be dangerous if you alarm them." Nie Xiaoqian touched his little head and comforted him softly, she regretted what she just said, scaring a good child like this.

The shepherd boy Ping'an heard Nie Xiaoqian say that he would help him, and settled down a lot, and nodded his head very hard.

"Your Ah Huang may have run into the forest to find food, I'll help you go to the forest to have a look, do you want to follow?" Nie Xiaoqian originally thought that there might be danger on the other side of the forest, so let him stay here, but considering that Xiaoqing from this side of the water may come over at any time, the danger is not far behind, so he planned to take him.

"I'll go with you." The shepherd boy Ping'an hurriedly responded, for fear that Nie Xiaoqian would leave him like this.

"Okay, come here, let's go find your Ah Huang together." Nie Xiaoqian said, summoned the shepherd boy Ping'an, and led him to the forest.

After just walking for a while, Nie Xiaoqian felt that the hand he was holding was trembling, a thought flashed through her mind, and she thought of a question, and immediately asked, "Do you feel cold?" ”

The shepherd boy patted his chest safely, with the fearlessness of a little adult: "I'm not afraid of the cold." ”

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but smile, took out a plain white silk scarf, and said, "Sister's hands are cold, firmly grasp this silk scarf and follow." ”

Next, Nie Xiaoqian led the shepherd boy into the forest safely with a silk scarf, and followed the not so clear hoof prints all the way over.

Whew!

After walking about a stick or two of incense, I suddenly heard the sound of a wolf's howl, which was poignant and sharp, constantly echoing in the forest.

When the shepherd boy heard the wolf's howl, he suddenly stopped, and trembled with fear.

"Don't be afraid, didn't you call me fairy sister just now, sister has a lot of methods, if the hungry wolves dare to come, keep them so that they will not come back." Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian said comfortingly.

"I'm still going to get Ah Huang back, I'm not afraid." After all, the importance of Ah Huang overcame the fear in his heart, and the shepherd boy Ping'an gritted his teeth and said.

"Then let's go over together, drive the wolf away, and bring Ah Huang back." Nie Xiaoqian encouraged softly.

The shepherd boy was shocked when he heard this, and quickened his pace.

Turning around a forest, in the misty fog of the forest, through the miserable white moonlight of the treetops, Nie Xiaoqian saw an old ox surrounded by several wolves.

The old ox is really psychic, it is backed by a towering tree, and the two horns on its head are like spears and spears, and it is in front of it, so that those hungry wolves are like tigers biting hedgehogs, and it is difficult to bite for a while.

However, what is more strange is that on the back of the old scalper, there is still a small shadow lying on his stomach.

She stared and saw that it was a white fox. The white fox was probably injured, and Ruxue's fur was dyed a little red.

"Ah Huang!" The shepherd boy Ping'an screamed in surprise, his eyesight was not as good as Nie Xiaoqian, and he found the old cow relatively late.

The old scalper probably heard a familiar voice and turned his head sideways.

On this side, the hungry wolves who were eyeing each other suddenly found a gap and wanted to pounce on it and bite it.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and Nie Xiaoqian was about to blow over with a breath of yin air.

There was a loud whistle, the cold wind was blowing, and the sand and rocks were flying.

The hungry wolves who were blinded by the yin qi and cold wind only reacted at this time, and an even more terrifying Cun Zài came from behind, and they were so frightened that they took a few steps back, the stiff hairs on their backs rose up, and their flagpole-like tails were clamped under the thighs, and they all let out bursts of wails.

Although people die for money, birds die for food, but the hungry wolf is still under the threat of the great terror between life and death, and he gave up his prey to his mouth and fled into the depths of the fog forest like a lost dog.

Seeing the hungry wolf fleeing, the shepherd boy Ping'an could no longer hold back his surprise, rushed over, and caressed the neck of the old ox who had survived the catastrophe.

Moo!

The old scalper's head rubbed a few times on the master's body, then shook and screamed at Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian knew that the old scalper could see herself, and she understood the meaning contained in that cry, and she was also a little happy.

Save the life of the cow and win the seventh-level floating slaughter!

So much so that she almost forgot about the white fox lying on the back of the cow, if it weren't for the white fox's chirping that caught her attention.

Hearing the chirp, Nie Xiaoqian looked at the white fox carefully with interest.

The white fox was not afraid, the person stood up, and then like a human, the two front paws arched their hands, and bowed to her for saving her life, looking like a cute elf.

"Again, it's only spiritual." Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself, and returned the salute.

In this world of demons and demons, she didn't feel how strange it was when she encountered psychic animals.

Whether it is a goblin or a ghost, as long as her duty is not harmful, in her opinion, they are all equal in style.

After the white fox made a gesture, his eyes patted Ah Huang's cow's back with a little nostalgia, and then got off Ah Huang's back, limped and twisted, and walked away in the opposite direction where the hungry wolf fled.

Nie Xiaoqian took the shepherd boy Ping'an and the old scalper Ah Huang to find a sheltered cave, preparing to let Ping'an and his Ah Huang spend the night here, and then go back when it was dawn.

The objective conditions on the side of Lanruo Temple may be better, but they are also more dangerous.

Ah Huang lay down, a pair of bull's eyes like copper bells silently stared at the darkness, and the shepherd boy lay next to it safely.

With the protection of the fairy sister, Ah Huang found it again, and the little boy who was anxious and nervous and tired for most of the day soon fell asleep very comfortably.

Nothing was said all night.