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There are many formations on Buzhou Mountain, and people who don't know how to enter Buzhou Mountain only say that this is a sacred mountain, without the guidance of the gods, you can't find the way into the mountain even if you turn around in it for a year and a half. However, those who have studied the art of Qimen Dunjia can guess that this mountain is covered with a array, and the formation will automatically change every once in a while, and people who don't understand how this array is at the mercy of it will not be able to crack it for a while.

With Zhao Qingxuan here, the group entered Buzhou Mountain very smoothly.

Deep in the dense forest on the top of Buzhou Mountain, there is an ancient house hidden at the end of the path, the ancient house is some years old but very well preserved, the furnishings are antique, there are people who know how to see that every place in this ancient house, even if it is flowers and trees, is worth a thousand gold.

There is a small courtyard surrounded by a fence at the back of the ancient house, and in the center of the small courtyard is a century-old towering tree, and there is a handmade rocking chair under the tree.

As soon as the white-bearded old man began to snore, a cute little boy with big eyes like a ball of glutinous rice balls stood silently in front of him, and without speaking, he stared at the white-bearded old man with those black and somewhat excessive eyes.

Just looking at the facial features, the little boy is extremely cute, and he is the kind of junior that parents will like very much, but the expression on the child's face is a little crazy, not that he is deliberately gloomy, but his face is expressionless, and his expressionless face is a little too much.

This is Meng Wuving, whom Jiang Nannan secretly called the ghost boy of Buzhou Mountain.

Meng Wudi held a large bowl bigger than his basin in his hand, and stared at Old Man Xue silently. Old man Xue didn't sleep well in his dreams, he didn't think he was talking about it, and he missed the taste of roast chicken. Old Man Xue finally opened his eyes and met Meng Wudi's big black eyes.

Rao is well-informed Old Man Xue was also shocked for a while.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, and said in a tone that was not suitable for his age: "Ouch, my little invincible, you are trying to scare me to death." ”

Meng Wudi moved his red mouth and spit out a word: "Hungry." ”

"Isn't there a dry steamed bun in the kitchen that the ginger girl made before leaving?"

"Hungry." Meng Wudi still repeated this word.

Old man Xue was disrespectful to the old man, and licked his mouth: "I'm hungry too." ”

Meng Wudi likes to eat steamed buns made by Jiang Nannan, but this does not mean that he can eat steamed buns for a month without getting tired, especially since this steamed bun is dry and hard after a long time, which is really difficult to swallow.

Meng Wudi is still a child, a child who is still growing his body, he doesn't want to eat dry steamed buns, he wants to eat fresh, hot and delicious big steamed buns.

If it wasn't made by Jiang Nannan, then he could have tasted the steamed buns made by others reluctantly.

Meng Wudi stared at Old Man Xue with those big and somewhat excessive eyes, Old Man Xue was at ease, and he didn't have the slightest desire to get up and go to the kitchen to cook, he shook the rocking chair: "Hey, I want to eat a big plate of chicken." ”

Meng Wudi: "......"

"Braised chicken in oil."

“……”

"It's called a chicken."

Meng Wudi finally said a few words other than "hungry": "Fortune telling." ”

Meng Wushu meant to let Old Man Xue count it, when would Jiang Nannan come back. Old man Xue understood, but he shook his head with his long and somewhat knotted beard: "Oh, the secret of heaven must not be revealed, this hexagram is too much, but it will break your life." ”

Old man Xue did not deceive Meng Wuving, and he would be counterattacked by his heavenly opportunity. Therefore, in this world, all masters who have some skills will not easily tell fortunes for others, and it is someone else's business to see the lives of others, but this retribution will fall on the fortune teller.

Meng Wushu finally realized that he couldn't count on Old Man Xue anymore, he lowered his eyes, hugged the big sea bowl with an open hole and walked back silently.

Old man Xue didn't stop Meng Wuving, and shook the rocking chair by himself.

Hey, I want to eat chicken.

I'm going crazy to eat.

Old man Xue endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, his right hand hidden under the wide robe moved slightly, and secretly calculated.

After a long time, Old Man Xue's eyes lit up.

"Little invincible!"

As soon as Meng Wudi, who stepped out of the small courtyard, he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Aha, the ginger girl is coming back! Open the kitchen! ”

Meng Wuyi's black eyes flashed with almost no light that could shine through.

At this time, Jiang Nannan and his party climbed halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Nannan's face has disappeared from redness and swelling, she followed behind Zhao Qingxuan with difficulty with her little short legs, three steps away from her, Zhang Jiyao was carrying a big bag but walking like flying, Xu Xian followed Zhang Jiyao's side, his expression was thoughtful, and his little eyes kept wandering between Jiang Nannan and Zhao Qingxuan in front of him.

Jiang Nannan was very puzzled, she didn't know what was going on, she only knew that as soon as she woke up, she arrived at the foot of Buzhou Mountain in the blink of an eye from the official road at the gate of the capital of Yueguo, and the memories during this period seemed to be broken.

Jiang Nannan was still wondering, what did she do, and why did Zhao Qingxuan's attitude towards her become more strange? In the past, Zhao Qingxuan had always disliked her and disliked her, but she would say all kinds of ridiculous things about her, but now, Zhao Qingxuan didn't even want to talk to her.

Jiang Nannan was very worried.

Zhao Qingxuan didn't even want to order her dumb!

Jiang Nannan was even more flustered.

Although, with Jiang Nannan's current throat state, even if she doesn't point dumb points, her throat is hoarse and can't make any sound.

Jiang Nannan followed behind Zhao Qingxuan with difficulty, and she mustered up the courage to talk to Zhao Qingxuan three times and twice, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, she lost all her courage and took her hand back.

Jiang Nannan didn't notice that behind her, Xu Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw such a scene.

Unpromising.

Childish ghosts.

Both of them.

Zhang Jiyao noticed Xu Xian's white eyes and asked curiously, "What are you rolling your eyes?" ”

"Look at how ugly you look, can't you roll your eyes?" Xu Xian has always been unkind to Zhang Jiyao.

Zhang Jiyao was bored with himself, and touched his nose in a wry.

When the group arrived at the gate of the ancient mansion, Old Man Xue had already waited there with Meng Wudi, an old man and a young man, for a long time, and when he saw Jiang Nannan's appearance, this old man and young man seemed to have tears in their eyes, and they were excited to greet him.

Jiang Nannan was also a little excited when he saw the two familiar faces.

Although Jiang Nannan has always been the position of a maid on Buzhou Mountain before, surrounded by uncles, she is busy waiting for them every day. But it's only been a month, and Jiang Nannan still misses them a little.

Jiang Nannan felt that Old Man Xue and Meng Wudi also missed her, otherwise they wouldn't be so excited!

Sure enough, they weren't as thorough as the bastards!

Boom.

Jiang Nannan's eyes were full of tears, and he strode past Zhao Qingxuan to give this old and young man a warm hug, but as soon as he passed by Zhao Qingxuan's side, a hand stretched out and grabbed Jiang Nannan's neckline familiarly. Jiang Nannan struggled for a moment, his feet off the ground, and did not break free.

Meng Wushu ran all the way over with his little short legs, stared at Jiang Nannan with big eyes and said, "Go." ”

Walk?

Jiang Nannan was confused, did she want her to leave just when she came back?

Old man Xue was on the side to help Meng Wushu translate: "Oh, Jiang girl, you are back, we have cleaned up the kitchen, just waiting for you." ”

Jiang Nannan: "......??? ”

Kitchen?

What the heck!

Do you want her to cook as soon as you come back!

Jiang Nannan suddenly felt that he had overestimated his status in the minds of Old Man Xue and Meng Wuxian?

This group of inhuman bastards!

Zhao Qingxuan grabbed Jiang Nannan and brought her behind him, while he stood in front of Old Man Xue, and stretched out his empty hand to Old Man Xue: "Give it to me." ”

"What?" Old man Xue was suddenly confused by Zhao Qingxuan's question.

"Silent Gu." Zhao Qingxuan calmly spit out three words.

Old man Xue's face changed greatly, he looked at Jiang Nannan, and then at Zhao Qingxuan, frowning: "Could it be ......?"

Zhao Qingxuan didn't answer, but Old Man Xue seemed to have been answered, he hurriedly turned around, and only had time to throw down a sentence: "Wait for me." ”

Voiceless Gu? Feed her medicine again?

Jiang Nannan pursed his lips unwillingly, wanting to resist, but after thinking about it, his current throat state can't speak anyway, not to mention, even if he resists, he will still be suppressed by Zhao Qingxuan in the end. Unless, unless you don't want to stay on this mountain.

Jiang Nannan still didn't want to leave Buzhou Mountain at the moment, and as soon as her thoughts turned, the movements that she was struggling with also stopped.

Zhao Qingxuan noticed this small change in Jiang Nannan, pursed his lips, turned his head to Zhang Jiyao and Xu Xian behind him and said, "Xu Xian, you take him to put his things down, and by the way, find a room for him to live in." ”

Zhang Jiyao is a little excited now, this is the top of Buzhou Mountain? In front of you is the ancient mansion where the gods are said to live?

Xu Xian responded with a long tone, and took Zhang Jiyao, who went into the city from the countryside to see everything fresh, and walked towards the house.

At the gate, now only Meng Wushu who raised his head and looked at Jiang Nannan with his eyes blank.

"Hungry." Meng Wudi blinked his big eyes and said innocently.

Of course, Jiang Nannan didn't think that Meng Wudi was really innocent.

Zhao Qingxuan looked down at Meng Wudi, who had just reached the height of his waist, thought about it, and threw Jiang Nannan to Meng Wuving. At the moment when Zhao Qingxuan let go, Meng Wushu moved very quickly, and one hand immediately pulled the sleeve of Jiang Nannan's right sleeve. An imperceptible smile flashed across his paralyzed face.

If that could be called a smile.

The corners of Meng Wudi's mouth were actually slightly raised, and he tried to raise the corners of his mouth, but he could only barely keep the corners of his mouth in a straight line. This was his smile of gratitude and joy.

Zhao Qingxuan nodded at Meng Wuyi, and Meng Wushu happily walked in the direction of the kitchen like his beloved pet. Well, although this "pet" is noticeably much bigger than him.

The kitchen door was not closed, and the furnishings inside were all Jiang Nannan leaving.

Jiang Nannan ran all the way, both physically and mentally exhausted, she just wanted to take a hot bath and then take a good rest, but as soon as she lowered her head to meet Meng Wudi's eyes, she accepted her fate.

Well, she has to cook anyway.

Jiang Nannan resigned himself to rolling up his sleeves and decided to make a simple and delicious egg fried rice to deal with it first.

Meng Wudi has been standing behind Jiang Nannan, staring at Jiang Nannan with a pair of eyes throughout the whole process, not missing any of her movements.

When the egg fried rice was about to be cooked, Meng Wudi spoke.

Meng Wudi said: "You are sick. ”