This year's winter in Taoyuan Village came a little late. Tangxi, who has always lived in the land of Sichuan and Shu, saw the goose-feather snow for the first time. In the courtyard of the Han family, Tang Xi stretched out his hands and let the snowflakes float to his palms, and a trace of coolness was transmitted to his whole body.

"Tang Xi, aren't you cold?" Han Ningzhu walked behind Tang Xi in a thick red jacket with a concerned tone.

"Little sister, it turns out that there is really snow the size of goose feathers!" Tang Xi was wearing a cotton jacket, still falling from the snowflakes, and he was excited, as if he had forgotten the existence of the cold.

Tang Xi was wearing a flower cotton jacket that was still cold and bamboo, and at first Tang Xi didn't wear it alive or dead, and said that he would rather freeze to death than wear women's clothes. As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xi regretted it. At the bottom of the lake, Tangxi has a Xuanyin secret to cultivate, and no matter how cold it is, it can resist it. As long as he stopped cultivating, Tang Xi knew that he was no different from usual, and he was also afraid of the cold.

Han Ningzhu smiled, walked to the corner of the courtyard with a bamboo stick, and began to practice the Luoxia Divine Sword that he had learned these days. The bamboo stick slipped through the air, and there was a "whining" sound. Tang Xi had to admit that Han Ningzhu did have the talent to practice martial arts, and in just a few days, Han Ningzhu actually played the Luoxia Divine Sword in a good way.

The body of the cold condensing bamboo martial arts crossed back and forth under the snowflakes, and the bamboo stick in his hand was coherent. It looks like a martial arts, but it is more like a dance. Tang Xi was fascinated by it, and seemed to have forgotten the cold.

After an hour, the goose feathers and snow stopped, and the earth was replaced by white. In the courtyard of Han's house, small footprints were exposed on the snow, and a snowman was piled up in the corner of the wall, which was not tall, two feet in size. Most of this snowman is the work of the Chilling Bamboo.

Tang Xi and Han Ningzhu returned to the house, patted the snowflakes on their bodies, and gathered around the fire to keep warm. The little hands that were red from the cold looked even more ruddy next to the flames.

Time passed day by day, Tang Xi would follow Han's mother to learn cooking skills every morning, and then watch Han Ningzhu and Han's mother practice the Luoxia Divine Sword. Han's mother has a kung fu foundation, and her cultivation speed is faster than that of Hanningzhu. The cold mother is like a teacher and a mother, teaching and taking care at the same time. In particular, the mother and daughter split each other's moves, and Tang Xi was the favorite, just like seeing the duel between the masters in the rivers and lakes.

This winter in Taoyuan Village is destined to be unpeaceful. The inexplicable disappearance of the village's domestic animals made the villagers worried. The villagers tried to find a way, and the livestock still disappeared mysteriously. I thought that after the snow fell, the snow left the footprints of the thieves back and forth, but there were no footprints left around the disappeared livestock.

Previously, Tang Xi thought that it was Qinglin Mang's doing, but Qing Lin Mang was sleeping at the bottom of the lake these days, and it was impossible for him to appear in the village. So Tang Xi also denied it.

The villagers are helpless about the disappearance of their livestock. Some villagers even locked their dogs in front of the livestock pens. When the next day dawned, the dog mysteriously disappeared, and even the barking of the dog was not heard. The disappearance of domestic animals made the entire villagers nervous. So some people attributed it to the fact that the peach orchard was destroyed, and the gods punished the villagers.

And Tangxi, which destroyed the peach orchard, was even more affected. The Han family has been very lively these days, and the villagers who came basically came to accuse Tang Xi. Some villagers even said that they would burn Tangxi to comfort the grievances of the gods.

Tang Xi, who was hiding in the room, didn't dare to step out of his feet, for fear of being caught and burned by these villagers. Tang Xi pushed away the mechanism in the room and returned to the bottom of the lake, his face showing anger.

Tang Xi was wronged and was very unconvinced. I wanted to cultivate well, but I really found that my heart couldn't calm down. After thinking about it, Tang Xi decided to make a name for himself and go to catch the thief himself.

In the dead of night, Tang Xi took a kitchen knife and returned to Han's house along the passage. Push open the door, step on the snow, and appear in the village, looking for the thief. Tang Xi is like an ant on a hot pot, looking around aimlessly. Of course, the place where every family feeds their livestock has become the focus of Tangxi's attention.

Tang Xi walked through almost the entire Taoyuan Village, and did not find any clues. Tang Xi was depressed in his heart, and when he was about to return to the original road, an exclamation made Tang Xi feel hopeful.

"Come out and catch the chicken thief!"

Zhao San, who got up in the middle of the night to pee, was peeing, and accidentally saw Tang Xi holding a kitchen knife on the snow, staring at his chicken coop with sneaky eyes. Zhao San was startled and directly urinated on half of his pants. The warmth on the trousers made Zhao San calm again, so he screamed.

After Tang Xi heard this, he hurriedly ran to Zhao San with a kitchen knife and asked, "Uncle Zhao San, where is the chicken thief?"

Zhao San looked at Tang Xi holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and under the reflection of the moonlight and snow, it was bright. Zhao San swallowed a mouthful of saliva, leaning against the wall, revealing fear.

"You, you, you, what are you going to do?" Zhao San asked as he pointed to the kitchen knife in Tang Xi's hand.

Zhao San's scream alarmed Widow Zhang, who was sleeping in his room, Widow Zhang yawned, walked out with a futon, looked at Tang Xi holding a kitchen knife, screamed, and quickly hid in the house.

Tang Xi looked weird, buckled his head, and said to himself: "Doesn't this widow live under Uncle Zhao's house, why did she run to Uncle Zhao's house?" ”

"Boy, you put down the knife, why do you have something to say. Zhao San stretched out his hand and said as he stepped back.

Tang Xi stuck the kitchen knife in his waist, revealing his doubts. Tang Xi obviously heard that someone was shouting to catch the chicken thief, so he ran over, but after coming, not only did he not see the chicken thief, but he saw Zhao San with a frightened face.

Zhao San's shout alarmed the villagers. The villagers all took the flat pole and the hoe and rushed towards Zhao San's residence, and in less than ten breaths, the villagers gathered here and looked at Tang Xi and Zhao San.

"Third son, who do you say is the chicken thief, is it really this Tang boy. The old village chief asked, holding a flat pole, grabbing his beard and hair.

"Grandpa the village chief, I'm not a chicken thief, I'm here to catch a chicken thief. After Tang Xi heard the words of the old village chief, he denied it.

Tang Xi finally understood at this moment, it turned out that Zhao San had mistaken himself for a chicken thief. Tang Xi looked innocent and began to explain non-stop. It's okay not to say this, but the villagers don't believe Tang Xi's words.

"As soon as you came to Taoyuan Village, you first burned the Taoyuan, and then the livestock disappeared for no reason, and now you can't find evidence, how can you make us believe that you are here to catch the chicken thief, and then you are a child, what ability do you have to catch the chicken thief. The old village chief said solemnly.

"That's it, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing running to my house and staring at my chicken coop?" Zhao San said confidently on the side.

Tang Xi really felt a sense of powerlessness at this time, you said a word to me, Tang Xi was almost stunned.

"Ah!" Tang Xi yelled, suppressed the villagers' voices, and asked Zhao San rhetorically, "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, and what are you doing letting Widow Zhang run into your house?"

Tang Xi didn't say that it was okay, but when he said this, all the villagers looked towards Zhao San's house. Zhao San had the urge to destroy Tang Xi at this moment. Several young people of the same age as Zhao San pushed open the house and saw Widow Zhang lying on Zhao San's bed, so they pointed the finger at Zhao San.

Tang Xi saw that everyone was looking at Zhao San, sighed, and said to himself: "Didn't you say that you were looking for a chicken thief, why didn't anyone pay attention to me, forget it, it's so cold, let's go home first!"