Huang Xingjie was surprised when she didn't let her go, but suddenly agreed to make a move. recalled that in the Spring and Autumn Imperial Tomb, Zhou Mengyuan was embarrassed and ridiculous after three failed efforts, "Forget it." Sister, I'm teasing you, how can I be reluctant to do it? If any trick misses and hurts my brother, Sister Xing, I'm distressed to death. ”

Don't you know that at this moment, Zhou Mengyuan is quickly designing how to make a move, how to take the move, and how to prioritize it. Suddenly remembered that the Spring and Autumn Tomb was ridiculed for its unsuccessful work, and couldn't help but get excited.

"You brought it up first. Less interruptions. Forgive the little brother for being offended. ”

When he said that, Zhou Mengyuan had already started to work on his luck.

"Fa-Gong!" Sister Huang Xing knew at a glance, and said in surprise, "Little obedient, Sister Ghost, what I mean is to make a gesture of fists and feet to touch the body to establish friendship, this Fa-Gong will hurt people." ”

Although Huang Xingjie still doubted whether the Fa-Gong could be sent out, and it would be too ironic to be like the royal tomb. Just as he was defenseless in his words, Zhou Mengyuan had already solemnly pushed over with a palm.

"Whew!"

The powerful air surge generally lifted Huang Xingjie out of the way, and there were a few whirls in the air and hung on the half-cut branch that had already been broken, swinging and falling.

Squeak------ snow-white clothes hung from his waist.

I didn't expect her skills to be so great, seeing that Huang Xingjie was thrown high, and after a few consecutive palms, Zhou Mengyuan changed direction.

Where Fa-Gong goes, the trees break and the grass flies, the sand and gravel are ups and downs, and the scenery is extremely strong.

Hurriedly gathered the momentum and went to check on Huang Xing's injury.

Huang Xingjie doesn't know the Fa-Gong, because this is the internal cultivation of the sect, and those who can obtain this skill are either people from the sect or martial arts celebrities.

Huang Xingjie has extremely high martial arts and light skills, if she really fights back, although she is at a disadvantage, she can seize the gap between Zhou Mengyuan's martial arts, travel through the past and hit the void, and she can also win. However, Huang Xingjie didn't, she had no intention of fighting back, and lay there screaming in pain with the tragic image of a weak man and a loser, making Zhou Mengyuan fooled and winning sympathy.

"Sister Xing, it doesn't matter, if the internal injury is serious, the little brother Da Qingma is not far from the mountains, let my master heal you." ”

Right in the middle.

Sister Huang Xing was secretly happy.

I didn't open my eyes, and I still deliberately screamed in pain, "Ouch! It hurts me! I want to vomit." Oh my mother, I'm afraid my daughter won't be able to..."

In the midst of the pain, he deliberately bit his lip and bled out.

Seeing that Huang Xingjie was half asleep, Zhou Mengyuan's heart was like fire, and he picked up and left without saying a word.

From time to time, there were thorns on Huang Xingjie's body, and the pain was unbearable, "Put it down, I'll go by myself." ”

"No, I can't. You can't go. In that case, the injury will be aggravated. ”

I wanted to hug me so much, but I was poked by the thorns of the branches and dates in my arms, "It's better to carry me." You'll be better off walking too. ”

Zhou Mengyuan carried Huang Xingjie on his back, hurried all the way, climbed the hill without hindrance, and finally put it on the back of the horse.

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Under the crooked neck tree, Dou Ya'er was performing martial arts to show Qiao Shan's old monster, and the old monster with a slightly flushed face after drinking nodded with satisfaction.

"Master, the apprentice is in trouble. Hurry up and prepare to save people. ”

Zhou Mengyuan shouted from afar and rode over.

Seeing that it was a woman in white sitting with her neck crooked in the saddle where she had once sit, Dou Ya'er was jealous and displeased, and she still waved her fists and feet when she didn't hear it.

"What's going on? Put it down, old monster, and see. ”

Carefully hold Huang Xingjie on the boulder and stretch her limbs.

Old Qiao Shan saw that Huang Xingjie's waist clothes were torn to reveal snow-white skin, and turned his face away, "Quickly cover your clothes." ”

Zhou Mengyuan complied.

Dou Ya'er, who was already distracted, could see clearly, if it was an ordinary relationship, would Zhou Mengyuan be so generous?

Stopped practicing martial arts and came over with his wrist in his hand.

"It's a futile usage-gong injury. Hurry up and heal. ”

After checking the pulse, checking the pupils, and feeling the temperature of the forehead, the old monster said that there was no big problem, and he could recover after resting. Seeing that the two people were bloodstained, and asked the reason, Zhou Mengyuan obscuribly said that his knuckles were painful and went up the mountain to collect medicine.

"Well, this girl is..."

"We only met recently. It's in the catacombs. ”

Old Monster Qiao Shan nodded knowingly.

The gods are mysterious, the semantics are puzzling, and there must be something strange in them. Dou Ya'er was suspicious: "Brother Yuan, I haven't heard that you have knuckle pain, why did you suddenly go up the mountain?"

No matter how good a friend is, some privacy needs to be kept. The matter of robbing the tomb is difficult to talk about, in case it is self-defeating to lie badly, worried about hurting Dou Ya'er, Zhou Mengyuan is very embarrassed, "Hehe, you also saw it, I told the master when I left." ”

Lying on the inelastic stone, Huang Xingjie felt uncomfortable with back pain, and in order to win Zhou Mengyuan's sympathy, she still needed to continue to suffer bitterly.

Zhou Mengyuan grabbed his cuffs and wanted to wipe the bruises on the corners of Huang Xingjie's mouth and forehead.

"Don't! let Little Bud come. Dou Ya'er's hand was quick and pushed away Zhou Mengyuan's outstretched hand.

It turns out that this girl is so beautiful, her fair face, except for a few shallow jujube thorn scratches, is clean and doesn't even have a single freckle, I hope she has someone she likes, don't get involved in the emotions of my first love with Brother Yuan, otherwise, Xiao Ya'er will bother.

Inadvertently, Zhou Mengyuan suddenly saw an apricot-like tattoo pattern under the back of Huang Xingjie's left ear. It's so familiar. Struggling to recall, I finally got the answer.

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It was when I was about five or six years old when I was a child, and under the hand of my parents, I was holding hands with my brother in the Dharma Gate to catch incense, and I heard the sound of a gong in the dense circle of people, presumably it was a monkey inside, and the brothers conspired to squeeze in to see, and my father had to accompany him, which attracted the white eyes of the squeezed person.

It's not a monkey. It's an artist.

The sound of the gong was tight, the bell was pounding, and there were applause from time to time, and shouts and cheers came one after another.

The gong was struck by a skinny old man over the age of six, ragged and unkempt.

The performance was a little girl who was the same age as Zhou Mengyuan, with a pair of pigtails, wearing a wide coarse cloth dress full of patches and inappropriate figures, two faded broken shoes all exposed her big toes, and the sole of one shoe was nearly half off.

Xiao Yuan'er looked at her brother's clothes, and then looked at her arrogant dress, in comparison, she suddenly felt that the old man who beat the gong and the girl who performed the performance were shabby and pitiful.

The little girl carp stiffened, split her legs, and turned over twice without heels, since Xiao Yuan'er was in front of him, sweat beads were thrown on his face, and he carefully touched it with his index finger and held it in his mouth, salty, sour, and suddenly had a feeling of wanting to cry.

The gong stopped, the martial arts were finished, the old man threw over a sharp sword, the little girl caught it in the air, tightened her belt, and after regaining her luck, she knelt on her knees, leaned back, and the whole person folded up like a quilt.

"It's cruel. Let's go. ”

"The next step is to beg for money. Let's go. ”

Some began to leave.

The father threw a few copper coins and said, "Children, let's go." ”

The elder brother had no idea, and the expression on his face showed that he was unwilling to leave.

"Father, I want to see the results. ”

The little girl took the sword in both hands, and stabbed it down in the throat, and continued down until it was half a foot long.

Onlookers screamed and applauded, and coins were thrown at them.

My brother was so frightened that he covered his eyes.

Xiao Yuan'er opened her eyes roundly, lest she take a look at it.

It lasted for a long time, and the little girl slowly drew her sword, and it was clear that there was blood on the blade.

When the compassionate and kind Xiao Yuan'er saw it, her heart was broken, and her eyes were moist.

Putting down her sword, the little girl clenched her fists and thanked the court.

Xiao Yuan'er was moved and admired.

"Sister, wait for me to ask my father for money. ”

The little girl pursed her lips and nodded, and gratefully handed Xiao Yuan'er a smile.

"Let's go. The money has already been given just now. ”

"No! you did, but Xiao Yuan'er didn't. ”

Before her father could speak, Xiao Yuan'er was already crying urgently.

Seeing this, the little girl hurriedly persuaded, "Little brother, don't cry, the uncle said that he has already given it." Thank you, uncle, thank you, little brother! It's not easy for everyone. ”

"No, father, pay for it quickly!" Xiao Yuan'er cried loudly, "Even if your son borrowed from you, I will double it for you when I grow up." Ten times! a hundred times!"

The little girl was also moved to cry, and reached out to hug Xiao Yuan'er, "Good brother, when I grow up, I will go to your house to work." ”

The son was crying, and the father was very distressed, so he took out a few pieces of broken silver and handed them to his hand, "Good son, give it all to my sister." ”

Taking the silver, Xiao Yuan'er handed it out with both hands.

In the face of so many rewards, the little girl burst into tears and did not dare to accept it with her hands behind her back.

My brother was already moved to cry and found his mother.

The mother took her brother by the hand and watched her kind and atmospheric son silently.

The old man who packed up the props came over, hugged his fists and thanked him, and confidently told Zhou's father, "The children's affairs will be solved by themselves." ”

The little girl stretched out her hand, carefully picked up the smallest of the few pieces of silver, and bowed again and again, "Thank you, uncle!

"Give. Take it all. My father is very kind and doesn't blame me. ”

The little girl smiled happily with tears on her face, "Good brother, this one is enough." We sell our arts to beg for money, relying on the whole world, and we cannot accept charity. When everyone gathers firewood, the flame is high. ”

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On this day, Xiao Yuan'er had a lot of fun, no matter what his parents bought to eat, Xiao Yuan'er refused all, he understood that he had spent too much.

With the passage of time, the little girl's face will definitely change a lot, but the tattooed apricot under the back of her left ear will always grow in Zhou Mengyuan's memory.

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Huang Xingjie "woke up", pretended to be tired, drank the water handed by Zhou Mengyuan, hugged her fists and thanked Qiao Shan and Dou Ya'er, and left under the pretext of being in a hurry.

Zhou Mengyuan regretted that he insisted on sending Ma off but was politely declined.

Huang Xingjie left because of her embarrassed appearance and her reluctance to let strangers laugh at her. I was already very happy to get Zhou Mengyuan's specific location. Wearing rags, like a white cloud fairy floating away.

Dou Ya'er was still entangled, "Is it really your usage-gong that hurt her?" I'm going to give it a try. ”

The old monster interjected: "You doll who broke the casserole and asked to the end, Mengyuan doesn't have any martial arts foundation, he only knows Fa-Gong, how can he compare the Fa?"

"That's a Fa-gong. The loser is always under the control of the winner, even if it is emotional. ”

"Don't do it! The old monster taught you Fa-Gong, but it's just the skin of the skin, it is to scare you, and it is vulnerable. ”

As soon as she heard the old monster's words, Dou Ya'er became more and more angry, "Even if you are beaten like a talented girl, you have to compete." ”

"Xiao Ya'er, we have a good relationship, don't embarrass me, just say what you have to say. After a while, I will go to Famen Temple with my master. ”

"You're lying to me again!" Dou Ya'er was so angry that she was about to go crazy.

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