"We are pests, we are pests......"

Lu Xiaosan was smiling while holding a melon and squatting on the side of the road to nibble.

Naturally, the melons were stolen from a farmhouse yard at the foot of the mountain.

Lu Xiaosan was a little ashamed, but he smiled and comforted himself.

It's not stealing.

The owner seems to have run away, and if you don't pick it up, it will fall to the ground and shatter, and then rot in the spring rain.

Lu Xiaosan thought very sincerely, and looked around again.

Le Chaotian was not here, just walking on the road, this old boy suddenly said that he saw an old man and said that he wanted to take a look.

Then it was gone.

Lu Xiaosan was very hungry, even though he seemed to be about to enter the Dao.

But not yet, after all.

It's also reasonable to be hungry.

So it makes sense to steal a melon.

It's just that he waited for a long time, until Lu Xiaosan finished eating the melon, and he didn't see the figure of the uncle who made the tune, Lu Xiaosan had a sad face.

The little boy naturally didn't worry about Le Chaotian luring him out and throwing him away.

Just very skeptical.

I suspect that Le Chaotian saw something delicious outside, and planned to eat alone and come back.

Lu Xiaosanbai waited there boredly, and then took off the gourd silk from his waist and whined and blew it.

In fact, after staying with Le Chaotian for so long, Lu Xiaosan naturally knew how to blow such a thing, but he didn't like to blow it well.

And he has to blow in front of Le Chaotian, looking at his helpless look, it can't be said that it is not a great pleasure in the world.

After blowing for a long time, Lu Xiaosan felt as if there was rain dripping on his arm, and looked up at the sky, there seemed to be some signs of rain in the gloomy spring day.

"Joy in the sky!"

Lu Xiaosan rubbed his arms and stood up at the same time, shouting at the green mountains on all sides with the gourd silk in his hand.

It's a pity that after shouting for a long time, I still didn't hear Le Chaotian's response.

The young boy thought angrily.

Okay, good, good you're happy, you must eat alone.

Then don't blame me for not leaving you melons to gnaw.

Lu Xiaosan carried the sword on his back, hung the gourd silk on his waist, and then picked up another melon from the side, bit it in his mouth, and ran towards the mountain with his hands.

The spring rain came very suddenly, and if the little boy didn't move quickly, he would probably be drenched in soup.

Lu Xiaosan hid under a big tree in the mountains, and then munched on the melon very happily.

"Let you eat alone, let you eat alone, I won't leave you a bite of this melon."

Lu Xiaosan has words.

Just eating and eating, Lu Xiaosan felt a little strange, why did he have some viscous liquid on his body.

It seems to have dripped from a tree.

Lu Xiaosan hesitated a little, raised his head with the melon, and then stood there blankly.

I saw a little girl about her age lying on the thick branch of the old tree, staring at the melon in her hand and drooling.

At this time, seeing Lu Xiaosan looking up, the little girl hurriedly raised her head and pretended to look at the spring rain.

"Hey, it's raining so hard!"

The little girl's voice was crisp.

It's probably like the sound of Lu Xiaosan nibbling on this melon.

Lu Xiaosan was stunned for a long time, and then continued to nibble on the melon.

"yes, that's big!"

The little girl swallowed.

That melon is really big.

She didn't know why the two of them were talking about the rain, but she just thought of the melon in the hand of the little boy with the sword on his back.

Spring rain is naturally a quiet artistic conception.

However, the quiet artistic conception often needs to be tasted after eating and drinking.

So the little girl hesitated for a moment and lowered her head again.

"What are you eating? Can you give me a bite? ”

Lu Xiaosan is very sincere.

"Melon, don't you have eyes?"

The girl in the tree was choked speechless by Lu Xiaosan's sincere rhetorical question.

I asked you what you were eating, did you think you really didn't know?

It's just to be polite.

The little girl was obviously angry, lying on the branch and panting.

But soon she calmed down, and without knowing what was in mind, she turned her head and said quietly, "Yes, how do you know." ”

Lu Xiaosan was stunned.

"And you're still drooling? Do you know it's raining a lot? ”

"Because I heard the sound of eating, and the sound of rain on the leaves," the little girl continued. ”

Lu Xiaosan was very guilty - he would become a skeleton in a few hundred years, and he would have to slap himself twice when he thought of it.

So he stood on tiptoe very sincerely and handed the melon in his hand.

"Thank you, thank you."

The little girl said happily, and reached out to take the half of the melon.

Lu Xiaosan sneered, took the melon back, brought it to his mouth and took a bite of it, the crisp sound sounded particularly tempting.

"Aren't you blind? Why can you see it if I hand you melons? ”

“......”

Lu Xiaosan is what kind of person.

A victorious general who has been through a hundred battles in naughty tricks and tricks.

Naturally, it is impossible to be deceived so easily.

The little girl had red eyes, sat up on the branch in silence, and turned away.

Lu Xiaosan: "......."

I can't bear to look at you, and turn my back to me.

The little boy sighed and let go of the melon in his hand.

"Okay, I'll give you something to eat."

The little girl jumped down from the tree.

"Thank you, thank you."

Then he squatted aside, not disgusted with Lu Xiaosan's saliva on it, and began to gnaw on the melon.

Lu Xiaosan was very curious.

"This melon is at the bottom of the mountain, you can see it from here, why don't you pick it yourself."

"Because... Because I'm afraid of being scolded. ”

The little girl's voice was very muffled.

"......." Lu Xiaosan looked at the little girl squatting there earnestly and said, "Afraid of being scolded?" Be a chic, when I'm hungry, I have to eat melons, and when I'm thirsty, I have to drink water. Am I going to starve to death, and I wonder if I will be scolded for stealing a melon? ”

The little girl raised her little face with a white melon seed, looked at Lu Xiaosan for a long time, and there seemed to be some faint light in her eyes - this time it was probably true.

She lowered her head and whispered, "I'm not like you. ”

Lu Xiaosan thought to himself, could it be that the little boy stole the little girl, and the little girl couldn't steal it?

"I'm a demon."

Lu Xiaosan nodded very sincerely in an instant.

"That's true."

After all, no matter how nonsense Lu Xiaosan is, he also knows that the human world and the demon clan are fighting now.

"But no one sees it anyway, so you can steal it."

Lu Xiaosan is very reasonable.

The little girl nibbled on the melon and asked sincerely, "Aren't you human?" ”

"I ...... Of course I'm not, I, Lu Xiaosan, are the big sword immortals in the world, you know the sword immortals, just look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be the kind of Penghao people, the chic and wanton sword immortals. ”

The little girl stopped gnawing on the melon, raised her head and looked at Lu Xiaosan blankly, and after a long time, she turned her head and continued to nibble on the melon.

"But you don't look like it."

This sentence is very hurtful.

After all, the little boy in the spring clothes that was still not very thin looked a little clumsy and bloated.

Lu Xiaosan felt that if his senior brother was here, his delicate appearance would probably be more convincing to the world.

It's just that Lu Xiaosan didn't get angry, but smiled very mysteriously and charmingly.

"It's okay, let the sword fly a little longer."

What does the little girl want the sword to fly?

It's just that the next moment, she let go of the mouth that was gnawing on the melon, and stared blankly at the spring rain with her small mouth open.

In the spring rain, several sword lights fell brightly to the world.

He stopped in front of the young man.

Lu Xiaosan smiled lightly, and stood against the tree with his sword.

"You see, it doesn't matter if it's like or not, it's the most important thing."

The little girl was sluggish for a long time.

"Are you really a sword immortal?"

Lu Xiaosan stood there in great style, raised his head and said proudly: "Naturally." ”

Despite the bloated spring clothes, the appearance of gnawing melons, and the age of eleven or twelve years old, no matter how you look at it, this does not look like a sword fairy.

It's just facing those cold light swords that came through the spring rain and had awe-inspiring sword intent.

The little girl still believed a lot.

But there is no full trust, after all, it may be a coincidence.

So she tilted her head and thought for a long time, looked at Lu Xiaosan and asked, "Then can you still let them fly back?" ”

The look on Lu Xiaosan's face froze there.

This appearance made the little girl who had already believed in a lot of doubts give birth to a lot of doubts in her heart.

That kind of gaze is very hurtful.

So Lu Xiaosan felt deeply humiliated.

With a sneer, he raised his hand and pointed like a sword, trying to urge the faint vitality in his body.

Lu Xiaosan painted a very strange pattern in the spring rain.

Although the little girl couldn't understand what it meant, she still looked at it with full attention in her eyes - in fact, Lu Xiaosan was writing her name.

"Look, this sword is gone."

Lu Xiaosan's voice fell, and then took advantage of the moment when the little demon girl who didn't know the origin looked ahead, turned around and was about to run.

It was only when he turned around that Lu Xiaosan stopped strangely.

The little demon girl made a very exclaimed sound there.

The little boy looked back.

In the spring rain and green mountains, there are swords, and those few swords that stopped in the mountains really follow the little boy's sword finger, cutting through the spring rain, like several streamers that are entwined together, and disappear in the sky above the green mountains.

Lu Xiaosan looked down at his hands.

Could it be that he is really a sword immortal?

Oh, okay, I'm in!

Lu Xiaosan was overjoyed in his heart.

The little girl turned her head and looked at Lu Xiaosan's strange movements.

"What are you doing here?"

Little girl, do you have a lot of question marks?

Lu Xiaosan coughed lightly.

"Since you don't believe me, then I'm naturally leaving, little girl, we'll meet again in the future."

Lu Xiaosan was in the little girl's eyes that were getting bigger and bigger, and the wind fluttered.

It was only when he first flew to the height of the branch that Lu Xiaosan suddenly landed on the branch out of control.

Fortunately, the little boy reacted quickly and hugged the branch so that he didn't fall down.

Looking up ahead, I saw a young man looking at him with a smile.

"Le Chaotian, you bastard!"

......

Lu Xiaosan's dream of a sword immortal was fleeting.

......

Le Chaotian didn't eat alone, but brought back a roast chicken to Lu Xiaosan from somewhere.

So the bastard soon became a great and sacred uncle.

Lu Xiaosan and the little demon girl squatted under the tree, sharing the roast chicken.

Eat with a mouth full of oil.

Anyway, he is no longer a sword immortal, and it doesn't matter if he eats a little bit.

Lu Xiaosan retracted and released freely.

Le Chaotian was very curious to look at this mouse demon who came out of nowhere-the squirrel is also a mouse.

Huangliang people are also people.

The little girl's name is Pine Cone.

Probably not a lightning whip.

Escaped all the way from White Deer City.

When Lu Xiaosan heard Songguo say that he was running from White Deer City, he raised his head in surprise and hurriedly swallowed the chicken leg.

"Isn't Bailu now occupied by your demon clan?"

Lu Xiaosan was puzzled.

Soncone whispered, "That was for later." ”

Le Chaotian sat on the side of the rock, rubbed his gourd silk that was ruined by Lu Xiaosan, and tried to blow it twice, but he was not blocked by this kid, so he put it back on his waist and looked at the little girl Pinecone with interest.

Songguo held the chicken leg in his hand and said without worry.

"Before they could start fighting, the lord of the city began to drive us away in the city......"

This little demon who escaped all the way from Bailu told those stories very sadly.

Le Chaotian listened quietly, and probably understood something - before the mountain fire was lit, someone had already begun to gather momentum in Bailu, and those emotional weeds had already accumulated in the city of the Southern Plains.

So it was out of control.

The rapid fall of Bailu naturally has many factors that the world never knows.

The little girl was silent in the end, quietly looked at the roast chicken in her hand, and then turned her head to look at Le Chaotian, who looked very gentle and young, and also gave her a lot of intimacy.

Lu Xiaosan is not a sword immortal, so what about this person who was called Uncle Shi by that little boy?

Le Chaotian is naturally not a sword immortal.

It's not even a sword cultivator.

He is a Taoist.

Le Chaotian naturally knew what this little girl named Songguo meant when she looked at her, but he just sat on the mountain rock very calmly.

Le Chaotian naturally can't help.

This wildfire is still only burning on the human level.

Admission of people like them will only backfire.

So Songguo also understood what Le Chaotian meant.

Silence is sometimes an answer in itself.

Le Chaotian looked out of Qingshan, but he didn't have too much emotion, but said softly: "Have you ever seen a rainstorm for a long time?" ”

Songuo shook his head.

"No matter how fierce the wildfires are, there will be a day when they will naturally stop."

Le Chaotian said slowly.

However, to Songguo's ears, this is probably a very heartless word.

It's just that.

The upper one is in the abyss.

The next one is like water.

This kind of thing, Le Chaotian doesn't mean to talk to teenagers and girls.

So the spring rain stopped in a hurry.

Le Chaotian walked towards the bottom of the green mountain.

Lu Xiaosan looked at the little girl called Songguo there for a long time, didn't say anything, and hurriedly followed.

It's just that the two of them walked for a long time, but found that the little demon girl followed up with the unfinished roast chicken.

Lu Xiaosan looked at her curiously and asked, "What are you still doing with us?" ”

Songguo said very sincerely: "I'm afraid that I won't have roast chicken to eat in the future." ”

Le Chaotian is the kind of person who can see at a glance that he is very rich.

Because he is very happy, very chic, very indifferent, and very calm.

It is often difficult for people who have no money to behave in this way.

......

Ye Hanzhong stood on the high mountain, quietly watching the spring breeze in the world.

A black robe did not stop in the mountain wind, and kept making many hunting sounds.

It's like this human fire.

It is not only the world that is displaced, but also the demon clan.

The demon clan in the world broke out.

But it doesn't mean that all the demon clans will try to divert out of the human world with a sense of fear.

Ye Hanzhong didn't see such a story of a little demon called Songguo in the southern green mountains.

But it didn't affect him from seeing many things.

Of course, this does not mean that he will pity anything.

There are too many variables in the story of the south, and my junior brother has become an emperor, and it is unimaginable for anyone to come.

This forced him to return to Huai'an.

It's just that some stories are a little biased, but they don't affect the overall situation.

Naturally, the overall situation in the south has already been decided.

When that wind of gods and ghosts blew from the Great Ze.

It's just that in their opinion, there are still things that can be done better.

For example, he became the king of Chu.

Such an emperor, who has been suppressed for thousands of years, once he breaks free from the shackles, he will naturally bring great trouble to Huai'an under the protection of the goddess.

It's a pity that he died.

Ye Hanzhong frowned when he thought of this.

This is probably a coincidence.

Who would have thought that Chen Qingshan would suddenly go to the Liuyun Sword Sect and spend 20,000 guan to let Han Cicada follow Yun Zhusheng to Huangliang?

It's just that fate is still two feet nine.

Ye Hanzhong sincerely accepted this fact.

He also accepted the fact that he returned to Huai'an and was also displaced.

On top of another hill in the high mountains.

Someone was drinking in the black soil and white snow.

Prime Minister.

When Ye Hanzhong saw the white-clothed scholar, he knew that he probably wouldn't be as comfortable as before.

When this scholar fell down the avenue, he was able to fight back and forth with Zhuang Baiyi, a disciple of the Human Sword Sect, and Ye Hanzhong naturally didn't have much hope.

So he blew the spring breeze and quietly thought about how to escape from such an old drunkard.

"The dean is suddenly waiting for me here, is there someone you want to kill?"

Ye Hanzhong asked very sincerely.

Qing Xiang sighed, stood in the high mountain wind and snow of the Youhuang Mountain Range, and said softly: "Yes, there is, but you also know that an old drunkard like me generally has no money. ”

Ye Hanzhong was silent for a long time, and then began to withdraw money from his arms.

Although Ye Hanzhong doesn't love money, as a killer who is better than Han Cicada, it is naturally impossible to be short of money.

Those large silver tickets were wrapped in Ye Hanzhong's black robe, and then cut them off with a knife, and after they were tied, they were thrown towards the big demon in the world.

"I have some money to give to the dean."

The prime minister raised his hand to catch the package, drank wine, looked at the silver tickets in it, and sighed.

"You've suddenly become so charming, it's hard for me, boy," he said, wist. ”

Ye Hanzhong said sincerely: "It's difficult to do, so the dean can have an excuse not to do it." ”