In the end, he was simple-minded, and after the small problem of choosing the road was solved, Zuo Qiusheng became happy again, and followed Luo Anhua while walking, and his smiling face became more and more beautiful.

Luo Anhua looked at the crowd of people coming and going around him, and then looked at Zuo Qiusheng, suddenly thought of something, immediately stopped and opened his mouth, and said, "Xiaoqiu, there is something you have to remember." ”

When Zuo Qiusheng heard him call himself, he immediately withdrew his gaze from the various stalls on the side of the road, turned his head to look at him and asked, "What's the matter, ...... ghost?"

With a muffled sound of "popping", as soon as the word "ghost" in Zuo Qiusheng's mouth came out, he was slapped on the top of his head by Luo Anhua.

Zuo Qiusheng immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and he shrank his neck and closed his mouth.

Luo Anhua pulled him and walked two steps to a remote place, picked up a place where there were few people and stood still, looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them, before he lowered his head and said, "Don't call me the ghost king today." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the dense crowd around him, and said, "We are in the world, if the word 'ghost king' is heard, I don't know what kind of chaos will happen." ”

Yes, I forgot about it for a while. Zuo Qiusheng hung his head and bit his lip like a student who was being punished by his husband, seriously reflecting on his mistakes.

He quietly looked up at the crowd around, and breathed a sigh of relief with some joy, fortunately the ghost king stopped it in time just now, otherwise I really don't know what would have happened. I know very well how humans will deal with aliens.

His heart palpitated when he thought about it, Zuoqiu clenched his fists in fear, and muttered in a low voice, "No, they must not be heard." ”

Luo Anhua knew what Zuoqiu was afraid of, but he himself was not afraid. According to his ability, killing everyone here is as simple as crushing a few ants, and the reason why he doesn't want to reveal his identity is just that he doesn't want to deal with boring troubles in plain detail.

Killing people is not an interesting thing.

He looked at Zuo Qiusheng and rubbed his head, "So, you have to change your name." ”

"But what should you call me?" Luo Anhua looked down at himself, and didn't have any good ideas for a while, so he stared at Zuo Qiusheng's face.

"Then ......" Zuo Qiusheng's big round eyes turned around and asked hesitantly, "Big ...... Big brother?"

"Big brother?" Luo Anhua's eyebrows gathered, and his face turned cold, "Do you remember my age?"

Zuo Qiusheng swallowed his saliva, lowered his head to avoid his gaze, his big eyes turned again, and he raised his face again and said, "That'...... Or...... Uncle?"

Luo Anhua snorted coldly, disgusted again, and gritted his teeth: "Take a good look at my face!"

Zuo Qiusheng frowned and bit his lip, feeling that this matter was really difficult.

Big brother, you are too young, and your uncle is too old, this identity is really difficult to arrange.

Tilting his head and looking for the names in his mind that had little to do with his age, Zuo Qiusheng had an idea after a while, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to ...... Just call Master?"

"Master. Luo Anhua tasted the title of product, and felt that it was quite satisfactory.

It's just that with a turn of his mind, Luo Anhua thought of this kid's real master again. Xiaoqiu's medical skills were not taught by himself, and he really didn't want to take it by himself, so he said again, "I haven't taught you anything, and I can't afford your 'master'." Otherwise, you can call me uncle, I am the same as him, so it's not wrong to call him that. ”

"Tongmen?" Zuo Qiusheng suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Luo Anhua's arm, and asked with wide eyes, "Really......? , No, Uncle Shi...... Why have I never heard you mention it? Sister Qingyin didn't tell me. ”

Luo Anhua was dragged to the ground by him and stumbled and glared at him angrily.

Glancing at the mother and son in front of them who were attracted by Zuo Qiusheng's shouting and looked back at them, Luo Anhua shook off his hand, stared down at him and said, "Of course Uncle Shi is in the same door as your master, otherwise how do you think this title came from!"

Zuo Qiusheng was shaken by him and shook on the spot before he stood firm, but he still didn't give up, and continued to ask, "Then why don't you ...... ever?"

"Okay, okay!" Luo Anhua interrupted his questioning with an impatient face, and walked forward as he walked, "It's the old yellow calendar hundreds of years ago, what's all the fuss, it's worth your endless chatter!"

As he spoke, he became bored, his steps became faster and faster, and his face became colder and colder. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his face to Zuo Qiusheng who hurriedly followed, and shouted: "If you ask again, don't go to this night market today, I will go back to the inn to sleep immediately, don't follow me, go where you like!"

Zuo Qiusheng was startled by his cold face, his face turned white at once, and he instantly froze there and didn't dare to move again. He suddenly realized that there should be some stories between the master and the ghost king, and they were still stories with not very good plots.

He glanced at Luo Anhua carefully, and as soon as he came into contact with his angry gaze, he lowered his head again, as if he had already realized his mistake, and he didn't dare to say a word again.

After being quiet for a while, Luo Anhua suppressed the fire in his heart, let out a long breath, and said, "Don't you ask?"

Zuo Qiusheng cautiously raised his eyes to look at his face, and saw that his face was indeed much better before he dared to speak.

"You don't want to say, I don't ask. ”

This kid isn't stupid!

Zuo Qiusheng cautiously stretched out his hand, tentatively grabbed one of Luo Anhua's sleeves, and saw that he didn't dodge, so he stared at him with a pair of big eyes, and said in a low voice: "Otherwise, let's go to the night market." ”

Luo Anhua looked down at the sleeve he was holding in his hand, sighed helplessly, turned around and took a step forward, shouting as he walked, "Keep up, I really won't look for you if I lose it." ”

Zuo Qiusheng knew that he was angry, so he smiled and followed.

After walking a few steps, Zuo Qiusheng was attracted by a few small stalls of clay sculptures and wood carvings, and his pace gradually slowed down. Luo Anhua didn't urge, just walked quietly beside him, occasionally amused by his surprised expression when he saw the novelty, so he slowly followed Zuo Qiusheng's pace in front of the stalls.

"Squeak--quack--", the hoarse and low friction sound broke the silence of the dark night, the door of Longyan Temple slowly opened, and Yijing took the lead in going out, carrying a bright light to pierce the black curtain outside the temple.

Wu Jifeng took Feng Yin's hand and walked out of the temple gate, turned back to Yiqing and Yijing: "Okay, you still have evening class, go back quickly." ”

Yijing handed over the lantern in his hand and carefully instructed, "This candle won't be lit for long, hurry up, you can still go to the night market before it goes out." ”

Wu Jifeng took the lantern and smiled, this kid really has a heart.

Yiqing's eyes have been on the strict face wrapped by the wind and yin, and his expression is quite worried, "It's cold, how good is it that the girl freezes again." ”

Ever since the last time he saw Feng Yin faint with his own eyes, he was really scared in his heart.

Feng Yin smiled at him, wrapped his thick cloak tighter, and said, "The whole body will show a face, but it can't be warmer anymore, don't worry." ”

Yiqing seemed to have a worried look on his face, but he didn't speak again, only nodded slightly.

Wu Jifeng bowed his head towards Yiqing and Jingyi, turned his head and smiled at Fengyin, and said, "Let's go, it must be time to start." ”

Feng Yin nodded obediently and took Wu Jifeng's hand and walked into the night.

The road just walked out was narrow and lonely, sandwiched between the dense and chaotic dead trees on both sides, the moon shadow cast down, and all kinds of curved branches reflected strange shadows on the ground, which made people's hearts hairy.

Feng Yin was a little scared, for fear of going to the wrong place, but when he looked up to look at his uncle, he found that he was walking extremely calmly, so he had to calm down and follow him closely.

Not long after he walked out, there was a loud "crackling" sound not far ahead, and the wind trembled in fright, and then stopped. Hurriedly leaned closer to the uncle, and the other hand also reached out and grabbed his arm tightly.

"What's that sound?"

Wu Jifeng looked up, stretched out his other hand and touched Feng Yin's head, and comforted: "Don't be afraid, it's the sound of firecrackers at the opening of the market." ”

Feng Yin also looked up, and vaguely saw a large piece of fire in the distance, and after the "crackling" firecracker sound was extinguished, some noisy human voices gradually came.

She tiptoed over and asked, "Is it almost there?"

"It's almost over," Wu Jifeng touched her head with a smile and took another step, "Let's walk over just to avoid the crowding of the market and save effort." ”

Feng Yin continued to walk with him, and after a few steps he saw a fork in the road, and a group of people came from the other junction, and gathered towards the wide road ahead, and it seemed that they were people who had the same amount of effort as they did.

After walking on the main road, Feng Yin carefully turned his head away, for fear of being seen by passers-by. But the people who passed by were just in a hurry to move forward, and no one noticed her, and she gradually relaxed her heart, raised her face and walked generously.

Wu Jifeng walked freely, as if he had come and gone many times, Feng Yin couldn't help but be curious, tugged his arm and asked, "Uncle, did you come here often before?"

The corners of Wu Jifeng's lips hooked, and a smile overflowed, "I've been here a few times, when I was about the same age as you." ”

Those memories of the old things seem to be still yesterday.

"Your father and I spend the whole night here, and we will go back at dawn after we have eaten and drunk, and sometimes bring some small gifts. ”

He said and looked down at Feng Yin, laughed very happily, and said, "But once we drank too much wine, I slept for two days and two nights after returning home, and I didn't even eat the reunion dinner." Your father didn't sleep, but he vomited Bing'er, who came to serve, Bing'er's clothes were newly made by her for the New Year, and they were so tight that she cried angrily for a long time. ”

Feng Yin laughed out loud when she heard this, and her mood, which had been a little depressed, brightened a little, and she couldn't help asking, "What about later?"

"Later," Wu Jifeng smiled even more happily, his eyes shining brightly, like a child, "Later, your grandfather lost his temper and punished your father to kneel in the ancestral hall to think, and he knelt for two days and two nights, and he didn't eat the reunion dinner." ”

"What about you?" Feng Yin asked with a smile as she looked up at him, "Have you been punished?"

Wu Jifeng sighed with a smug smile, shook his head and said: "I'm lucky, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year when I wake up, and it's unlucky to be angry at the first day, so your grandfather can't punish me if he's angry, and when his anger disappears the next day, I escaped." ”

Feng Yin smiled and lowered his head, "That father, it's unlucky." ”

"Well," Wu Jifeng didn't feel guilty at all, and nodded happily with a smile, "When he was a child, he was always punished more. ”

As she walked, it lit up, and Feng Yin looked up to look ahead, and under the light of the fire, the general appearance of the night market appeared in front of her eyes.