"Hey, hey, my waist is out of joint, why doesn't this broken medicine work?"

In a stream, Mo Wen was sweating like rain.

Before leaving, the color-changing liquid that I made from the third grandfather, the antidote didn't work, and there were still a large number of places that didn't fade after pouring it.

"Xiaobai! In my opinion, don't bother, you are called a maverick like this, you see, a piece of blue and a piece of purple, plus a few large patches of this dark winter, just going out like this is scary enough! Others must think that you are a super mutant golden beast or something. ”

In the stream, Mo Wen sat on Xiaobai's neck, almost pressed Xiaobai's head into the water, held a big stone in his hand, and kept rubbing it on Xiaobai's body, and a large area of ink stains stained the black stream.

"Woo ......"

Xiaobai protested silently, and his heart was silently sad.

"Is there such a thing as a super mutant golden beast? I think it's a spotted black soil dog that has changed sadly after countless hybrids, right? Woo woo woo ...... I want to be a descendant of the white tiger!weishenme?weishenmeEvery time I do something bad, it's always me who gets hurt......."

Mo Wen looked at Xiaobai's eyes like a wronged daughter-in-law, and suddenly felt extremely funny.

"Haha! Don't look like you're going to die, it's a big deal to leave some white for you when I dye you this time!"

"Woo ......"

When Xiaobai heard this, he suddenly came to the spirit, the white I have missed for a long time!

"Hey, last time you turned into a panther, ...... It's all leopards, it's still white, and it won't seem so abrupt to call you Xiaobai, right? ”

"Woo ......"

Xiaobai nodded vigorously, but he couldn't speak, otherwise he would have been like a surging river at this moment.

......

On the forest path, a hideous boy with a face full of flesh and a scar across his entire face rode a half-large snow leopard slowly.

The snow leopard is small, with a casserole-sized head in the front and a leopard tail in the back.

The little flowers and grasses passing by were worried that the little snow leopard would be planted next and die in anger.

Xiaobai was very happy: "This unscrupulous master sometimes keeps his promises, and sure enough, although he has become a snow leopard with black spots, he is white, isn't it?"

"It's just...... It's just that the spots on the body are too uneven, some are as big as a bowl, and some are as small as copper coins, will people mistake them for hybrids at a glance?" Xiaobai thought as he kicked in his heart.

"Be content! It's lucky enough to leave some white! Anyway, the master's face is really not flattering, if I become handsome, with such a master, people who don't know may say that I am blind and follow such a!"

Xiaobai is very familiar with the truth of contentment and happiness, and if he really thinks like this, his steps are much brisker.

"Hey, Xiaobai! Since you've changed your appearance, wouldn't it be revealing if I didn't change it? Hey! But what should I change? It's very tangled!"

Xiaobai ignored it, walked through the mountains and mountains.

Unexpectedly, the master on his back turned out to be a ramen, revealing a handsome face with three points of evil, but full of infinite charm. If the beauty sees it, she must blush and heartbeat, and her heart will be secretly moved.

Mo Wen's father is the master of Kunwu Mountain, who is an unborn masterpiece, a powerful wilderness, and a rare beautiful man.

And his mother is a famous beauty in the Eastern Wilderness.

has natural excellent genes, and the son born will naturally not be bad.

is already good-looking, coupled with the three evil spirits that I don't know where to get, it is even more colorful, worthy of the dragon and phoenix among people.

Xiaobai, who was still feeling sorry for himself just now, was suddenly deflated, and this time it was his turn to be a chaff.

Before it could sigh that things were easy to change, Mo Wen suddenly said with a sense of righteousness: "Hey, people are drifting in the rivers and lakes, they are all iron-clad men, not those pretty girls, being the shrunken turtle, and the beautiful name is "still holding the pipa and half covering the face". We have to use our original faces, be upright and upright, how can we be the rats, hide their heads and show their tails, and be embarrassed? Xiaobai, you say, isn't this the reason!"

"Whew......"

Xiaobai let out a mournful roar, and the "leopard" lost its front hooves and fell to the ground. I cried in my heart: "You deserve to be ruined by me?"

"Xiaobai!Xiaobai!What's wrong with you?What's wrong with you?Oh my God!Xiaobai, you can't leave me, Xiaobai!...... hahahaha...... Lao Tzu's Tiger Whip ...... It's finally here!hahahaha......"

The first few sounds were still cuckoo crying blood, like a decent look, and then suddenly turned all the way around, and it was crazy with joy.

Mo Wen laughed hideously, raised his hand knife, and made a gesture towards Xiao Bai's crotch to cut it off.

"Whew......"

Xiaobai let out a sad scream, flipped up with his bones, his legs between his tails, and fled desperately.

“hahahaha......”

Behind him, Mo Wen looked at Xiaobai's embarrassed appearance, leaned forward and backwards with a smile, and chased after him.

One man and one leopard scuffled until they were exhausted, and they fell asleep on the grass on all fours.

"Hey, that barbarian must be a student who went to the Holy Courtyard, and those two who are screaming on the mountain must be the elders of the Holy Courtyard, what can I do now?"

Mo Wen was entangled, and his face was sad for a while. This is at the gate of the Holy Courtyard, and it is really unexpected to provoke these great enemies.

Xiaobai walked happily on the side: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and the master only does manual work, this kind of headache is not within the scope of Xiaobai's service." ”

Mo Wen carried a branch with one hand, pretending to be a fairy wind, pinching the orchid with his left hand and pinching his fingers.

"Hey, young master, I'll pinch my fingers, the widow seems to have committed a white tiger this year, which is not conducive to westward travel!"

He chattered for a long time, but suddenly he pretended to be calm, and shouted: "......Oh! How is this good! How is this good! Dad! It's not that the child is unfilial, it's really my fate that is not up to me!"

"If you don't dare to go, you don't dare to go, and you will be killed by the White Tiger, I think it is the White Tiger who will offend you, otherwise why am I always being bullied?

Xiao Bai looked at Mo Wen with disdain, stretched out his tongue, rolled a trace of grass into his mouth, and smacked it.

"Hey, I just don't dare to go, how about you?"

Mo Wen's face was not red and his heart was not beating, he threw the branch out of the eight feet, and waved his big hand: "Let's go! I will go to Zhelan Mountain with my master...... Why are you here?"

At the edge of the dense forest in front of him, a one-armed hunchbacked old man stood, and the afterglow of the setting sun pulled his figure to the elder.

His white hair was sparse, and his wrinkled old face looked like an old tree on a hill that had been weathered.

"What? My dad figured it out, so I don't have to go to school? Or did you bring a team of iron armor? Call me out and take a look, if there are too many people, we'll go and smash the Holy Courtyard!"

Mo Wenle looked at Lao Huang and looked behind him excitedly.

Seeing Mo Wen, he smiled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth with missing front teeth, which looked honest and ridiculous.

"Young Master......!"

A monotonous word, with a hint of excitement.

Looking at Lao Huang's signature smile, Mo Wen knew that the team of iron armor he imagined was out of play.

Lao Huang, Mo Wen doesn't know what his real name is, maybe it's called Lao Huang, maybe it's not called Lao Huang, maybe it's just because of his yellow teeth.

For as long as Mo Wen can remember, he has been by his side, running around the mountains with him.

Lao Huang is a person with a story, but he doesn't say it, it's like a book with a blank cover, and he is fascinated.

Mo Wen felt that every wrinkle on his face remembered a story.

But think about it, it should be a tragedy, otherwise you wouldn't have lost your arm, in exchange for this full head of white hair, and the vicissitudes of life.

He is the only one on Kunwu Mountain who does not have martial arts, but he has a lot of unique skills, which are even more powerful than the others combined.

He can weave all kinds of small animals from the thatch in the mountains, grasshoppers, butterflies, puppies, rabbits......

He can still put down his body and ride himself as a horse, but not after the age of five or six.

Mo Wen was always worried about whether he would bend his one-arm.

He can climb trees to dig birds' nests, he can go down to the river to catch fish, he can discern all the fruit in the mountains.

"This one can be eaten!"

"No! This looks good, but it's poisonous!"

"Young Master, you can taste it! This is delicious!"

......

I can sit under the pine tree with myself and watch the ants move. I can accompany myself to lie on the grass and watch the bees pick flowers. Can make kites, can knead, can knead......

These are all things that those cultivators on Kunwu Mountain can't do, or don't bother to do, but Lao Huang will.

After the age of five, Mo Wen was no longer willing to learn martial arts and practice, and was often beaten, and every time Lao Huang was protected by him.

A few times he really ate and struck, but he would only laugh and show a mouthful of missing front teeth.

"Young master, don't cry, I'll take you to catch fish!"

"Young master, the nest of birds in the back mountain has begun to learn to fly, I'll take you to see it. ”

"Young master, the fruit at the foot of the mountain is ripe, let's go and have a look?"

"Master, that little bird was caught by an eagle when it was learning to fly, hey......"

......

Lao Huang doesn't know martial arts, but he is a great man in Mo Wen's childhood, and in the midst of everyone's criticism, he always accompanies him and smiles honestly. Always wipe his tears with his big dry and rough hands.

He is like Mo Wen's grandfather, and like Mo Wen's playmate, he is a ray of sunshine in his childhood.

Even if Mo Wen shouts "Lao Huang!" and "Lao Huang!" all day long, sometimes he even simply calls him "Lao Huangtou!"

Lao Huang left too much in his childhood memories!

When he was four years old, Mo Wen asked Lao Huang who broke his right arm and wanted to lift the sword to help him avenge him.

At that time, Lao Huang always stood in a daze for a long time, like a half-old tree on the edge of the cliff, suddenly lost its vitality.

The already rickety body is more rickety, the old eyes are more flowery, and the hair is whiter.

After that, Mo Wen didn't dare to mention this matter again, for fear that if he said it again, the old tree would be blown off the cliff by the wind.

It can't help him get revenge, but it doesn't prevent him from protecting him elsewhere.

I still remember that nine years ago, Lao Huang and he went out of Kunwu Mountain to play, and one person bullied Lao Huang, and Mo Wen cried and begged his father to capture that person alive.

The three-year-old stabbed the man in the heart with a sword, blood splattered all over his face.

After that, the sword became a taboo in Kunwu Mountain, and his father, Lao Huang, and all the people refused to let him hold the sword again, even if he hadn't seen it, even the knife and dagger capital.