Gao Xiaoliu stood in front of the door, looking in, the curtain on the bed was placed, and an old servant was dozing off on a chair, quiet as no man's land.

"Childe, it's not convenient for you to walk now." Zhike followed to persuade him.

Gao Xiaoliu lifted one foot, jumped into the door, and then jumped forward: "I didn't go, I jumped." ”

Zhike smiled helplessly.

The old servant, who was dozing in the room, was awakened.

"Childe is here." He trembled and said, "The master slept well today, and the son can rest assured." ”

Gao Xiaoliu opened the curtain and looked at the old man sleeping peacefully on the bed, and suddenly reached out and poked the cheek of the rich man.....

Zhike sighed and sighed: "Childe! Even if you poke the old man's face, he won't wake up. ”

Gao Xiaoliu smiled, and tucked the quilt to the rich man: "What did you say, how could I be willing to poke my father's face." Then he said loudly to the old servant, "Ziber, when my father wakes up, remember to call me immediately—"

The old servants rubbed their ears: "Son, don't be so loud, I'm not deaf yet." ”

Zhike smiled helplessly on the side.

"I'm doing it for my father's good, too." Gao Xiaoliu said, "He has been sad for so many years, and the people he knows have died, and suddenly the old man came, and he must be very happy to see it, and maybe it will be good if he is happy." ”

Zhike smiled and said, "Yes, what Childe said is right." He stretched out his hand again, "Son, go and recuperate your injuries, the master woke up and saw that your injuries were not healed, but I was afraid that I would be angry and my condition would worsen." ”

Gao Xiaoliu pouted: "I know, I know." With that, he jumped out of the room.

There was another bustle outside, and the shop guys shouted and persuaded Gao Xiaoliu to get on the recliner and carry him away.

The noise of footsteps gradually dissipated, and the quiet of the deep house was restored, and the acquaintance waved his hand to the old servant, and the old servant left tremblingly.

The curtain shook, and the rich man sat up, stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears: "This unfilial son!" ”

Zhike smiled and said, "After all, it is the first time for Childe to meet his favorite peers. ”

The rich man snorted: "So whether it is a person or a ghost, you have to bring it to his old man!" ”

Zhike said: "Childe doesn't know." ”

The rich man sighed lightly: "Yes." He stepped on the straw sandals beside the bed and stood up, "In his heart, Momen and everyone are dedicated to guarding the avenue, but he doesn't know that on this avenue, there are also different people's hearts. ”

Zhike was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what do you think she really knows?" If she had been there, she wouldn't have survived. ”

The rich man smiled: "Won't I survive?" ”

Although he relies on his own ability, the seven stars can also rely on the ability of the master, although the head of the family has made up his mind, he will always find a way to let his children survive.

Zhike frowned slightly and said: "Then the old man can't not wake up, when he wakes up, Childe will definitely introduce the seven stars, if not, how to explain to Childe?" ”

If Childe brought her to see the master, if she questioned the old things of the master on the spot, or even had another dispute, how would Childe feel?

The rich man shook his head helplessly, this unfilial son was so anxious that he couldn't wait to wake him up.

It's not a big deal to question on the spot, mainly because of her identity, in case she claims that she is the daughter of the head of the house, and the head of the house is still there, she uses this to publicize the events of the year everywhere.......

Now it is the time for Momen to reunite and unite their hearts, and there can be no more disputes.

If you are distracted by those old things, you will destroy the foundation of Momen.

He would never allow that to happen again.

The rich man flicked his sleeves gently.

"Then let her not have a chance to be introduced." He said.

……

…….

The spring rain came very suddenly, and at dusk a gust of wind passed, and the raindrops were scattered one after another.

Chun Tao, who was standing on the side of the road and looking at it from afar, was sprinkled by the rain before she came back to her senses, hurriedly hugged the basket in her arms, and pulled her clothes to cover it, and hurriedly ran home.

Although the spring rain was misty, when she returned home, Chun Tao's hair and clothes were also wet.

"Why don't you put the basket on your head, boy?" The old woman was disgusted.

Chun Tao smiled and took out all kinds of dried vegetables from the basket of shoes and socks, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay if my clothes are wet, these can't be wet." ”

It's going to sell for money.

Meng Xichang walked out from the inside and asked, "Didn't Miss Ah Qi leave money and food last time?" No more going to the city to sell stuff. ”

Chun Tao said: "I have money and food, but I can't just do nothing, Brother Ah Shui, don't worry, I like to go to the city to sell now, and I can make money and buy what I need at any time, and I can know a lot of the latest news." ”

Meng Xichang glanced at her: "The people in the township don't need to know any latest news." ”

Chun Tao knew what he meant, stuck out her tongue, and didn't insist anymore, but she didn't say no.

"I wonder when Miss Ah Qi will come?" Chun Tao asked in a low voice.

Chun Tao also knew that Miss Qixing said to give Meng Xi a hand, although she thought it was too absurd, but she was full of expectations when she thought that a note could punish a mountain thief.

Whether she was in the city these days, or on the way to the village, she was always looking forward to the young lady's appearance.

Meng Xichang didn't take it seriously, loss is loss, how could there be another hand?

He had been to the West Hall and had seen the wheelchair that the old man in the West Hall was sitting in, which was different from the common ones, and could make people stand up and slide like a normal person.

Since Xitang has this kind of skill, this Qixing family member probably wants to make a similar thing for him, such as a hand made of wood, which is attached to his arm, which looks like the real thing at first glance, and chats to relieve him.

But his hand is not just used for pretending, his hand is used to draw the sword and swing the sword, cut the evil and eliminate the evil.

Without this ability, it is the same whether the hand is the same or not.

He is not the kind of person who grieves because of loss, he did what he wanted, not to mention losing a hand, what if he lost his life? He didn't care at all.

"Alright, you can cook." Meng Xichang said, "I'll go to crack firewood." ”

Chun Tao hurriedly followed: "I'll come, I'll come." ”

Meng Xichang had already picked up the axe in the courtyard: "If you don't have your right hand, if you don't have your left hand, it's useless." ”

Chun Tao hurriedly said: "I'm worried about your body, you are very injured, you have to take care of it well, so that you can better crack firewood." ”

The honest village girl is also very sophisticated and very good at talking.

Meng Xichang smiled, threw the axe and caught it steadily: "I will practice well, practice firewood well." ”

Taking good care of the mother and daughter and repaying the grace of saving his life is what he can and should do for the rest of his life.

Chun Tao no longer persuaded him, waiting for him to crack the wood, and then pick it up to cook, suddenly heard the horse's hooves galloping, through the misty spring rain saw a horse galloping on the road outside the village.

The woman on the horse wore a hat and a robe, covering the description, but Chun Tao still recognized it at a glance, threw the firewood in her hand on the ground, and shouted in surprise: "Miss Seven Stars!" ”

......

......

On a rainy dusk, the room was dim, and Chun Tao lit three lamps to illuminate an arm-long box on the table.

Meng Xichang opened the box with his left hand, and there was a hand inside.

The hand was made of iron, the knuckles of the fingers were lifelike, and it shone with a terrifying cold light like a sleeping iron beast.

He picked it up with his left hand, and it was quite heavy in his hand.

"Put it on and try it." Chun Tao said nervously beside him, and looked at Qixing again, "This, how do you put it on?" ”

This iron hand, in addition to the appearance of the hand, also extends from the wrist with an iron bar, like an iron sleeve.

Chun Tao could guess that this was to fix the hand on the forearm.

Qixing took the iron hand from Meng Xichang's hand: "I'll come." ”

Meng Xichang was also not restrained, took off his robe with one hand, and was naked, revealing his right arm.

Qixing held the iron hand and put the iron sleeve cage on Meng Xichang's right arm, Chun Tao looked at it seriously, she had to learn to help wear it in the future.

The iron sleeve cage was very long, covering the entire stump arm, and finally two iron bars were pulled and wrapped around the shoulder, which was the end.

Wearing this iron hand, Meng Xichang seemed to be half of his body made of iron.

"It's uncomfortable to put on at first." Seven Stars said, "It will wear out your flesh and skin, and it will be worn out again and again until your flesh is calloused and hard enough to adapt to it." ”

Meng Xi smiled, raised his arm, and shook his iron hand up and down, as if he was carrying a heavy axe.

"You can use it to smash rocks later." He laughed, and slowly raised his hand, and with a sigh, the hard iron bar that was tied to the stump was able to bend, allowing his elbow to move freely.

At first glance, it looks more like a hand.

Meng Xichang raised his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it.

"Not only can it scare people, but it can be punched out like a hammer." He said, making a fist swing as he spoke.

There was a gust of wind and the lights were dancing.

Chun Tao smiled and stroked his palms and applauded.

"Miss Ah Qi should make a fist for me directly." Meng Xichang smiled and said, shaking the iron hand, these fingers can't be used, there is no need to make it specifically to look like a hand.

Qixing smiled: "No, they can move too." ”

Can you move your fingers? Meng Xichang was a little surprised, this, it's unlikely.

Qixing stood beside him, reached out and pressed an iron bar to slide to a position in his big arm, and said, "Shake it hard here." ”

Although he lost his hand, Meng Xichang's muscles could still be controlled, and he shook according to his words.

When I heard a soft sound, I saw my fingers folded together and clenched into fists.

Chun Tao exclaimed.

Meng Xichang's eyes couldn't hide his surprise, it was really .....

Qixing's hand slid again, landed on the inside of his arm, and nodded.

Meng Xichang comprehended, shook this side, and stretched out the hand he was holding again.

Meng Xichang let out a loud laugh: "Interesting and interesting. ”

Chun Tao couldn't help but hold his hand and look at it carefully, incredulous: "This is also amazing, this is also too powerful." She looked at Qixing, her eyes shining, "Miss Qixing, you, are you good at immortal arts?" ”

Qixing shook his head and said seriously: "It's not immortal art, it's mechanical art, mechanism art, force art..."

It's not as easy to understand as the fairy arts, Chun Tao is a little confused.

Meng Xichang understood and said, "It turns out that the seventh master is still a mechanic. He manipulated the iron hand to make a fist clenching motion, and laughed to himself again, "It's not very skilled, it's rude." ”

Qixing nodded with a smile: "You practice more, these ....." She reached out and slid over the iron sleeve cage again, "You are skilled in muscles, and you can operate the iron hand more flexibly." ”

Meng Xichang nodded: "Okay, thank you for the seventh master, this hand really exceeded my expectations." ”

Saying that, he looked at Chun Tao and smiled.

"Maybe my iron hand can help you get the soles of your shoes."

Chun Tao smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay." She poked Meng Xichang's iron hand with her finger again, "Your hand is not afraid of being pricked by needles." ”

If you can use the embroidery needle, maybe you can hold the sword again, Meng Xichang flashed a thought, but it was only a flash, he knew that he could not be a man, he had to be content.

"This iron hand has another effect." Seven Stars said.

Meng Xichang looked at her and said with a smile: "When I had hands before, I didn't know that hands had so many effects. ”

Seven Stars smiled and didn't speak, motioning for him to raise his left hand and hold his right arm.

Meng Xichang did as he said, and Qixing's hand also put his left hand and swirled it on the ground, and at the same time brought him forward.

Meng Xichang leaned in with a wrong step, and saw a sword appear in Tie Hand.

To be exact, his iron hand is no longer a hand, but a hilt.

When a sword suddenly appeared in his hand, the memory engraved in his bones made him subconsciously turn his body again, his arm waved, and a sword light slashed across the table, poof, the oil lamp jumped, and the fire was extinguished instantly.

In the dim room, the glow of the iron sword reflected Meng Xichang's stunned eyes, and a tear suddenly slipped from his eyes.

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