The sun had cleared, and the sun was shining golden through the gray roof tiles. The dove sheltered from the rain no longer stayed, spread its wings, and flew away, "fluttering-"

One less stood in front of the window and closed his eyes to recuperate.

No need to ask, he knows that there is a newcomer in the teahouse, and the young soldier who can't figure out the door can't help but probe his brain.

After a few days, Shaoyi not only had a friendship with the guards, but also with the mysterious stalkers, but also had a tacit understanding and knew himself and his opponent. It's just that everyone deliberately kept silent and didn't say anything to each other.

The door to the carpenter's shop finally creaked open.

The old carpenter stood in the doorway, smiling at Shao with teeth and teeth.

The barbarian followed the carpenter old man to run forward and backward, supported the gate with a wooden bolt, climbed the ladder to wipe the plaque, and sent the firewood into the stove...... The two of them were very busy.

As soon as the doors and windows opened, the dust danced. The new air suddenly entered the room, and the light, shadow, and dust rose and fell, adding a lot of vitality to the dilapidated wooden house...... Suddenly, there was an inexplicable feeling that made Shaoyi uneasy, and he couldn't help but focus his attention on the ancient well at the door of the carpenter's shop......

The dust in the air, with a smell of fat powder, is drifting towards here...... This delicate information can only be perceived by one less person.

It must be Xiaoyu, a girl who lives with her in the courtyard, and soon she will come along the stone path.

Every morning, she went to the ancient well in front of the carpenter's shop to fetch water. It's just that today because of the rain, I was late for a meal.

It seems that there is such a dangerous aura, looming.

Looking up, a drop of leaves soaked in the morning rain is slowly hanging down...... Could it be that the water droplets are going to hit the watermelon skin on the stone road, slippery and slippery on the road that Xiaoyu must pass?

When Xiaoyu opened the door of the room amid his mother's curses, bent down, and carried the flat pole and two wooden barrels, Shaoyi waited at the door of the carpenter shop with a forehand in his hand.

Da, da, da - the girl Xiaoyu, who has bright and colorful eyes, combs a hundred flowers and a bun, wears a green cloth shirt and pedals on straw shoes, carries a wooden bucket, and two little feet step on the bluestone slab happily and rhythmically, and walks lightly.

One less breathless: 10 steps away, 5 steps away......

Xiao Yu hummed a song and didn't even look at him.

"Let's go—" The heavy raindrops, really like one less material, dripped down from the leaves, and turned the watermelon skin on the bluestone slab half a circle on the spot.

Xiaoyu is laughing...... Looking into the distance, the arrogant pace was stepping up, and at the moment when the toes touched the watermelon peel and the heels had not yet landed, the sparrow that was released with one less hand "sneered" and pounced on Xiaoyu.

Xiao Yu Yuguang saw the birds pecking, and he was not surprised, and twisted his waist lightly to dodge...... Fortunately, she stepped on the stem of the watermelon peel diagonally, and her body shook occasionally, stepping over the ground of the watermelon peel.

Shaoyi breathed a long sigh of relief, but he received a glance from Xiao Yu's eyes.

The first to discover that the child has the ability to predict, is naturally the divine doctor touching the fish roe, when he fled west, he was still in the swaddling weak crown wow wow crying, day and night, touching the fish roe in the obstacle to Fang Jiahai's pursuers, he always made unexpected moves......

It's just that in just a few years of Dayan River, this "miracle" seems to have not been used, and Shaoyi himself doesn't understand how he can do it again.

......

In the southwest of the clouds, the mouth of the downtown knows the Duguan.

"There's a fire in the ashram—" The shout was heard a few streets away, and the smoke from the downtown entrance was already billowing into the sky, and from the carpenter's shop, the smoke was already higher than the treetops.

Without even thinking about it, Shaoyi hurriedly jumped over the fence at the back door of the carpenter's shop, easily climbed over the high wall of the scribe's house, and struggled to climb the big grain pile in the granary. Looking down at the fire from the pile of grain dozens of people high, Shaoyi took a deep breath, aimed at the center of the dojo, and jumped.

Landing gently, Shaoyi fell in the center of the dojo.

In the midst of the panicked crowd, he calmly discerned the direction of the fire. At this time, the oldest preserved wooden pagoda in the clouds of Zhiduguan has become a burning trend, and the little Taoist priests are helpless, so they are in a hurry.

However, the head of the Qingyu Dao was ignorant of this chaos, and he was closing his eyes and resting, chanting words, and refusing to stop chanting, for fear of breaking the final consummation of this spring festival.

The trail people are all playmates who have been mixed with the barbarian since they were children, and they have always trusted him, and the trail has long heard of the matter of rescuing the carpenter and the barbarian who accidentally fell into the water in the rain, and they are naturally willing to listen to the dispatch of the barbarian's new friend.

No, with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen small people came over and gathered in a pile, and everyone discussed what to do. One less patted everyone on the shoulder, and said something loudly, everyone looked at the big barge on the bank of the river for a while, and then turned to look at the wooden tower and nodded frequently.

I saw more than a dozen small Taoists and young ones scattered separately, and a group of people moved out the wooden barrels that remained in the temple and filled the old incense ashes, and passed them one by one, and then, the little Taoists were very tacitly surrounded into a fan shape, and the wooden tower was surrounded in the center. Then, in unison, all the buckets of incense ash were poured on the ground around the wooden tower, forming a thick circle.

This is to use a thick layer of incense ash to isolate the fire from the wooden houses and shops in the neighborhood.

At this time, a light-handed roadfarer had already run onto the boat docked on the riverbank, stood high on the mast, and gestured to Shaoyi.

With one less hand, he signaled from afar, and the little Taoist standing on the mast raised his knife and slashed, once, twice, three times......

While helping to evacuate the crowd and clear the crowd in the open space, Shaoyi looked back at the knife-wielding man on the mast.

Finally, squeak, the tall mast was slashed and fell tremblingly, and the top of the mast hit the open space of the dojo. The high side of the pole is on the ship, the low end is in the clearing, and the mast lying horizontally resembles a ropeway.

A few of the trailmen were already standing on this side of the dojo and waiting, looking at the opposite side of the mast, another few of the dokkers were drawing water with wooden barrels by the river, and a few more of them hung the buckets full of water on the hooks of the mast ropes where the mast of the big ship had fallen, and with just one push of force, the barrels slid along the long mast to the ground at the other end of the mast - the dojo.

On the dojo, the people who received the wooden barrels poured water on the wooden tower......

Near noon, Shaoyi finally controlled the fire before the tongue of fire overflowed the top of the tower, and the top floor of the thousand-year-old wooden tower had been burned away, leaving the remaining beams and black pillars.

And what happened just now had happened in the mind of the young one long before it happened.

At this time, Master Qingtong, who had finished the rituals, stopped to look at the sky, and took a deep look, the spring festival ended, and this time, thanks to the grace of the thick soil of the loess.

The gossip people didn't care about this, one by one with a small face, tired and dragging their feet, and stumbling towards the hometown cake shop opposite the door with Shaoyi. Therefore, the boss just sent a small servant to say, in order to thank all the Taoists for fighting the fire and helping the people today, you can come and eat at any time without spending copper plates.

People, often self-helping, take a big bite of the sweet dough cake made by Gugu, thinking beautifully......