"Sister, sister, why did you come here, come with me, it's dangerous here!"

At this moment, a hurried cyan figure ran into the wine shop, pulled up the snake girl and was about to go out.

This person is Xiaoqing.

"Uh... Who are you, don't bother me drinking. ”

The snake girl drank in a daze, and when she saw someone pulling her, she was immediately unhappy, and whispered to the baby, her brows furrowed tightly.

"Sister, let's go, this is Pharaoh's territory, dangerous!"

As he spoke, Xiaoqing ignored the snake girl's struggle, pulled her up and walked out.

The snake girl followed Xiaoqing back to the forest in such a daze, but on the bridge on the side, a monk counting the big Buddha beads had already set his eyes on them.

Time flew by, and soon, it was nightfall.

"Son, how did you get drunk like this?"

The unconscious Xiaoyaozi who was drunk in the wine shop was helped all the way home by his mother.

After pouring three bowls of decanting soup, Xiaoyaozi came to his senses.

He snapped his eyes open and found himself lying on a small, wobbly wooden bed, covered with an old quilt with countless patches.

"Shan'er, you finally woke up, why did you suddenly drink so much, is it because the exam pressure is too much?"

On the side, a rickety old woman was trembling towards him.

This is probably the mother of the original owner, Xu Shan.

"Mother, I'm fine."

Sorting out the chaotic memories in his mind, Xiaoyaozi slowly got up and walked out the door.

It was a small, poor village with dilapidated thatched huts, and in the evening, every house was lit on fire, and the whole village was filled with smoke.

Compared with other people's homes, his house is the most broken, Xiaoyaozi reached out and pulled down a thatch on the roof, and this grass broke with a slight break.

It's been a boy who hasn't changed his thatch.

However, looking at Xu Shan's staggering steps, you can know that she should have a leg disease and is inconvenient to move.

"Xu Shan, Xu Shan, you are really an unfilial son!"

Looking at the eyes of the old woman who had never left her, Xiaoyaozi complained silently, and planned to go up the mountain tomorrow to change the batch of new thatch.

Thinking about it, Xiaoyaozi sat quietly on a big stone at the door and looked at the starry sky.

He wondered why he had come here for no reason, and what his purpose was.

"Son, it's time to eat."

At this time, the old woman slowly walked behind him, cautiously.

Xiaoyaozi walked back to the house as he said, sat on the rickety chair, and looked at the blackened wild vegetables cooked in front of him, mixed with five flavors in his heart.

"Shan'er, do you have something on your mind?" Looking at Xiaoyaozi who was struggling to pick up the food in front of her, the old woman was heartbroken.

"It's fine." Xiaoyaozi squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and said in his heart that this dish is too unpalatable!

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about things at home, you can study with peace of mind......"

Seeing this, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating a meal with their own hearts, Xiaoyaozi only felt extremely bored, and picked up an old book that Xu Shan had flipped through to rotten, but Xiaoyaozi found that he had no idea of reading it at all.

The same is true for another one.

In fact, Xu Shan did not have many books, mainly more than a dozen, such as "Analects", "Mencius", and "The Mean......

I don't know which dynasty these books belong to, anyway, Xiaoyaozi has never read them. However, it is the content that must be tested in Xu Shan's exam, and it is the kind that must be memorized and learned thoroughly.

After watching it for less than a quarter of an hour, Xiaoyaozi fell asleep.

"Maybe I'm not reading material." In his sleep, he whispered.

"Silly boy, why are you talking nonsense again, the day before yesterday you said that reading is your life."

On the side, the old woman silently covered him with a dress.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiaoyaozi opened his sleepy eyes, faced the morning sun, stepped on the morning breeze, picked up the sickle that was missing a hole in the house, and went up the mountain to cut the thatch while humming a song.

On the table was the wild vegetable porridge that the old woman had carefully prepared for him, and smelling the faint bitterness in the porridge, Xiaoyaozi had no appetite and planned to go up the mountain to catch a few hares.

Coming here, Xiaoyaozi's memories of his previous life are gone, and the useful memories of this life are gone, and the only thing he has is his skills.

After a trip up the mountain, Xiaoyaozi quickly caught several hares, cut a large load of thatch, and happily went down the mountain.

"Boy, hand over what you have!"

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Xiaoyaozi heard an extremely arrogant rebuke.

In front of him, there stood three or four angry thugs, all dressed in coarse cloth, and one in the middle was wearing a cotton cloth, probably taking the lead.

"Huh."

Xiaoyaozi smiled, raised his legs, and the little babies flew to the side of the haystack.

"Oops......"

"You, you nerd dare to beat me, you wait for me!"

The thugs fell into the grass, and the thorns in the grass successfully pierced their skin, and the painful few people screamed in surprise, turned and ran towards the village.

In my memory, the young man in cotton clothes should be the stupid son of the landlord's family, relying on his father's status in the village on weekdays, he always calls and drinks to the poor villagers, and he does a lot of things to gather and rob.

Egging a child like this is underbeating.

Xiaoyaozi disdained and whistled away.

Xiaoyaozi walked happily towards home, and suddenly, he saw a monk standing at the door of his house, and the monk was staring at him with burning eyes.

This look made him very uncomfortable.

"Son, come here!"

The old woman was overjoyed to see Xiaoyaozi, and ran to him with a limp.

"Mother, don't worry, what's wrong?"

Xiaoyaozi hurriedly helped the old woman into the house.

The monk in the back also followed into the house.

"Xu Shan, do you know her?"

The monk was refreshed, and when he saw Xiaoyaozi sitting down, he immediately took out a portrait of a woman and slowly unfolded it.

The woman in the painting is dressed in white, with a bright smile and fluttering like a fairy.

This person is the same woman who drank with him yesterday and looks like a deceased person.

"Wow, this painting technique is really good, which artist painted it?"

Suddenly, a bright color appeared in Xiaoyaozi's eyes, this painting skill is really amazing, look at this Chu Chu moving eyes, the outline is the same as the real one.

"In the past few years, the snake demon has been rampant in our West Lake area many times, and you should have heard of it.

The woman who drank with you yesterday was the thousand-year-old snake demon, Ah Su.

Today she is haunted by the wine shop again, these days you want to find a way to get her drunk, we are responsible for collecting the net, the benefits are indispensable to you. ”

As he spoke, the monk took out two taels of silver from his pocket and put them on the table.

"Son, you've come into contact with a monster?"

Hearing this, I thought of Xu Shan, who had never drunk, and was so drunk yesterday that the old woman seemed to understand everything, and looked at the calm Xiaoyaozi in front of her with a frightened face.

"Good, good, madam, don't panic, the poor monk should handle this matter."

The old monk smiled and comforted the old woman.

And Xiaoyaozi, at this moment, he was staring at the vivid painting on the table, and the black figure flashed in his mind.

"Okay, I'll go later."

Xiaoyaozi directly put away the painting, and after the monk left, he whistled leisurely and changed the house with thatch.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have come in to survive the catastrophe, and that he might soon be out of here, and this thatched hut was probably the last gift he had left here.

Under the eaves, the old woman looked at her son, who had changed her usual life, and sighed silently.

My own son finally didn't just study, and I didn't know if it was good or bad.

Soon the thatched hut was renovated, and Xiaoyaozi walked all the way to the wine shop yesterday with the vague memories in his mind.

(End of chapter)