"Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding. ”

The fresh and handsome face of the people in Tsing Yi made Shu Ange can't help but think of the verses of the gentleman recited in the "Book of Songs".

He went back with them, Shu Ange's heart jumped, and he was even more sure that he might be here for her.

Along the way, Shu Ange peeked at the Tsing Yi people from time to time, and he occasionally moved his gaze to her and nodded at her kindly.

Shu Ange was so happy that she almost forgot to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and after entering Longhe Village, the children laughed and surrounded her, and after the people in Tsing Yi disappeared suddenly, she reluctantly retracted her gaze.

The sun is rising, the clear light is just emerald and boundless, and the distant mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist.

The straw sandals blistered Shu Ange's white and tender toes, and it hurt when he walked.

She deliberately ignored the noisy children and the pain in her body, and absorbed the essence of daylight and aura.

The two mothers-in-law sandwiched Shu Ange in the middle, one left and one right, and the fierce look was so vicious, and few children dared to run in front of her to spread wild.

When he returned to Song's house, the mourning hall had not yet had time to be withdrawn, and the men in the family had gone to the grave, and the huge garden was even more desolate.

Mrs. Song cried a lot on the grave, and when she came back, she was carried by someone, looking like she was about to choke at any time.

The Tsing Yi man appeared again, Shu Ange secretly rejoiced in her heart, looking forward to the Song family ignoring her, she stayed alone in the mourning hall, and she could talk to him for a while.

"Throw this vixen into the woodroom."

Mrs. Song covered her head and looked at Shu Ange hatefully, her ruddy face was particularly dazzling in her eyes.

After her son died of illness, Mrs. Song was more bitter than eating Coptis chinensis, and her husband had an indifferent attitude, so she held her anger and could only vent her anger on Duan Yushu.

In her opinion, if it weren't for Duan Yushu's goblin-like appearance, her son would not have been hooked by her. If she hadn't run, her son's illness would not have suddenly worsened, let alone die.

In short, in the eyes of Mrs. Song and the Song family, they are not at all wrong, and it is all Duan Yushu who is wrong.

Sure enough, he couldn't expect anything from the old witch, Shu Ange didn't resist, and meekly followed the two mothers-in-law to the firewood room.

The people in Tsing Yi were walking slowly, obviously walking very slowly, but they were always not far in front of them.

Shu Ange has observed, except for her, no one seems to be able to see the people in Tsing Yi.

After being locked up in the firewood room again, Shu Ange pretended to be depressed, with red circles under his eyes.

After the two mothers-in-law closed the door and left, she suddenly came to the spirit, her eyes were bright, and in the messy firewood room, the people in Tsing Yi were as clean as immortals.

The distance between the two was very close, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and he nodded towards Shu Ange.

The people in Tsing Yi give people a sense of detachment, obviously with a cold temperament, but they will not make people feel indifferent.

Shu Ange hadn't seen him smile yet, but he had a very good impression of the people in Tsing Yi.

"Hello, my name is Duan Yushu, what about you?"

She looked at the man in Tsing Yi with a smile, sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding her chin with her hand.

The mark on Shu Ange's face that was pinched out by Mrs. Song is not good, but the original owner has a good background, and when his face is almost scratched, it does not make people feel too ugly.

The man in Tsing Yi learned from Shu Ange's appearance, sat down, and said in a calm tone: "My name is Chixiao." ”

"The red of the red practice, the night of the clouds?"

Shu Ange asked with a smile, and Chixiao nodded.

He sat down cross-legged and looked very close to the people, and the alienation from thousands of miles away was a lot dissipated.

Shu Ange guessed that Chixiao was just unfamiliar with how to contact people.

"Aren't you human? Can you tell me what your body is? If it's inconvenient, forget it. ”

This question was a little sensitive, she tentatively spoke, paying attention to the change in Chixiao's expression when she spoke, and seeing that he did not resist, she continued.

Chixiao looked at her quietly, his eyes were as clear as glass, he didn't answer Shu Ange's question, but asked, "Aren't you afraid of me?" ”

After taking on human form, he wandered around the village for a long time, gradually learning various human languages, and watching the good and evil hidden in the darkness of the villagers.

This is Longhe Village, and Duan Yushu is an outsider in the mouth of the villagers, and her language is Mandarin.

Rather than vaguely pronounced dialects, Chixiao prefers to listen to crisp and pleasant Mandarin.

Chixiao wandered in Longhe Village for many years, sometimes staying alone in the mountains to watch the sunrise and sunset, and sometimes sleeping in his body.

When he was a sword, killing was his whole life.

Later, he gradually opened his spiritual sense, and with different masters, he watched countless joys and sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds.

Chixiao has experienced many wars, and his sword life can be called ups and downs.

Every master will show an ecstatic look when he gets him, but no matter whether it is a hero, a tyrant or a coward, few people die well.

At that time, although he had spiritual sense, he could not control his own fate.

He is a peerless sword in the mouth of others, and the hilt of the sword is inlaid with priceless colorful beads and Jiuhua jade.

Later, these two strange treasures were unloaded and sold by a certain owner in every possible way, and even the scabbard that had accompanied him for hundreds of years was sold.

The red sky, which has lost its decoration and is still sharp, is gradually forgotten.

He changed many masters, and later lived in the Song family, and then was taken to Longhe Village.

"Don't be afraid, you look very kind."

The crisp sound of gold and jade colliding, as well as the sweet smile on the woman's face, made the expressionless Chixiao a little surprised in his heart.

Does he seem kind? Chixiao thought in a trance of the days when he was wandering in the sea of corpses and blood.

The smell of blood is unpleasant, so he doesn't like to kill.

If that's good, he's good.

"Perhaps, my body is a sword, a sword that marries you."

Chixiao's tone was very calm, his eyes did not have any waves, Shu Ange was almost choked by saliva, and his eyes widened.

No wonder when Song Yue's Yin Soul approached before, he would be injured by the sword qi on Chixiao's body, it turned out that he was a sword spirit.

During the visit, Shu Ange was deeply impressed by the long sword in the child's hand, and she was still glad that the other party did not use a rooster instead of the groom.

Thinking of the object of her worship of heaven and earth, who was sitting cross-legged with her at the moment, Shu Ange's face turned red, and the wounds on his body were not so painful: "So, it is -"

Chixiao suddenly lowered his body, stretched out his palm as white as jade, and held Shu Ange's ankle.

She was startled, but saw Chixiao holding her ankle with one hand and gently taking off her straw sandals with the other.

If it was the past, a beautiful man took off his shoes for himself in person, Shu Ange would definitely be shy and timid, and then quietly look at the other party with his spare eyes.

But now, Shu Ange hadn't taken a bath for several days, and his feet were scarred on the mountain road, and blood blisters and mud were mixed together.

(I like Chixiao so much...) Boom, I don't want to write short, what do you say)