Yue Shan is a personal name, not given by his parents, and he has never seen his parents since he can remember.

As a young man in his early twenties, Yue Shan has a perfect tendon and meat, coupled with a resolute face, he is really a rare handsome guy.

When the sun rose, Yue Shan left his dilapidated home and ran quickly down the street.

He was an orphan, the most difficult period had passed, and now he had more strength than he could do. Life is like the sun in the morning, full of hope and endless possibilities.

"Huh, Master, what are you doing here?"

From afar, I saw my own master take out the buns in the steamer, break them one by one, and put them in front of my nose to smell them.

Quickly stepped forward, stopped the little old man, and said, "Master, don't." How can you sell that?"

The little old man didn't pay attention to Yue Shan, his hands kept moving, and his mouth was still muttering: "It's impossible." No...... Nor is that?"

Yue Shan hugged the little old man and said, "Master, stop." ”

"Let go of me. Yue Shan, help Master take a look at whether there is any mutton in it!"

"What mutton? How can there be mutton?"

"Master tells you to do it, why do you say so much? Hurry up!"

"Good...... Okay!" The division was embarrassed, and Yue Shan also joined in.

Breaking open all the buns made in the morning to check, there is no trace of mutton taste, including the filling that is not wrapped in the barrel.

This is strange, how can there be a bun? The stuffing is made by yourself, the bun has just been wrapped, and it is only the first cage, where does the mutton come from?

The little old man still didn't give up, came to the fortune teller's stall, and said, "Fortune teller, did you play any tricks?"

When Yue Shan heard what the master said, he also ran over, grabbed the fortune teller, and said, "Wow, don't you deceive my master when he is old?"

The scholar didn't panic, and said slowly: "Hey...... The bun was made by your master, and he watched me bite it down, how did he do it? I said brother. The important thing is not the bun, but the heavenly machine inside. ”

Only then did the little old man react, remembering what had just happened, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?...... Something is going to happen to my grandson?"

"It's hard to say, in short, it's true that your family is going to have an accident tomorrow, who should it be......

Yue Shan hurriedly put down the scholar and stuffed all the ten copper plates in his arms into the scholar's hand: "Please also ask Mr. to make it clear, if you can avoid accidents, the kid is willing to saddle the horse for Mr." ”

"Alas...... There really aren't any buns to eat for nothing!" the scholar sat down on the small folding stool, and motioned for the little old man to sit down as well.

"The old man should set off immediately, and when he sees your grandson, pick him up and leave, don't pay attention to others, and don't answer questions from his son and daughter-in-law. ”

The little old man didn't understand the meaning of the words, and asked, "What does the gentleman mean?"

"I've said a lot. Listen or not. ”

The little old man slapped his thigh, stood up, and said to Yue Shan: "You are optimistic about the stall!"

After speaking, he left, ignoring the interrogating eyes of the apprentice.

The number of people on the street gradually increased, and the steamed bun stall, which had been doing well, was now without customers. Yue Shan tried hard to wrap the buns, wanting to make up for the previous losses.

It's a pity that the craftsmanship is much worse than that of the master, and the buns pinched are not good-looking, so the business is even more deserted.

As noon approaches, the golden hour for breakfast has passed. Originally, the bun stall was going to be collected, but the business was not good, so there were a lot left, and Yue Shan had no choice but to put it down again and sell one.

The scholar's fortune-telling stall business is not good either. He had been here for months, and it was impossible for anyone else to tell his fortune all day.

"Yue Shan, can I give me a few of your broken buns? I can't sell them anyway, it's a pity to lose them!"

"Okay, you can get it!"

Eating steamed buns in the morning, and the same is true at noon, the scholar does not dislike it, and sits in front of the steamed bun stall to eat with relish.

Three into the stomach, the scholar got up and wanted to take it again. Yue Shan said, "What is going to happen to my master's family?"

"Small things, as long as your master does what he says, it is a small matter. Yue Shan, I look at your heroic spirit, why do you sell steamed buns?"

"Isn't it good to sell steamed buns? At least you can have enough to eat. ”

The scholar said: "When you are young, you should break into it everywhere, it's a pity to nest in this small place in Xuancheng!"

"I want to, too. It's just that...... Master saved my life, took me in, and gave me food. How can you ignore your benefactor?"

"But yes!...... Or his son is not filial, he eats and drinks spicy food by himself, and lets his father live hard!"

......

On the official road outside Xuancheng, Xiang Xing drove a carriage with four ladies in the car.

The carriage walked very slowly, and Murong Qi climbed on the window of the carriage, quietly looking at the scenery outside.

Linglong beside her was holding her long hair and helping her weave small braids with Western Regions characteristics. It is very thin, and a bead must be worn for each section. Small, large, wooden, jade, jewelry, and so on are different and colorful. Her long hair can be braided at least a hundred, which is a time-consuming and laborious and meticulous work.

"Xianggong, stop, let's rest here!"

The carriage stopped under a large tree. Xiang Xing opened the curtain and saw Murong Qi's small pigtails with colorful beads on half of his head, and said with a smile: "Don't say it, it's pretty good!"

Yuyin pushed Xiang Xing and said, "Xianggong got out of the car to help." It's such a nice view, let's get some barbecue. ”

All kinds of guys brought everything, put a stove on the shelf, lit a fire, and put large pieces of fresh and tender animal meat on it. Yuyin personally handled it, sprinkled all kinds of spices, and after a while, the fragrance floated out.

Xiang Xing has always tasted good and eats a lot. Xu is satisfied with life, and the ladies also have an excellent appetite. There is no need to worry about the body being out of shape, and you can let go of your stomach to eat.

This time, the sky was dark, and the surrounding forest turned to the sound of beautiful insects.

Fu Qingyun lit a few lanterns and hung them on the trees. Each of the five well-fed and well-fed people had a reclining chair and rested under the lantern.

Life is like this, that is, perfect. The five of them did not speak, quietly enjoying the comfort.

Under the starry sky, the official road is sparsely populated, and occasionally a person passing by only buries his head in the road, and he doesn't dare to take a second look at the things on the side of the road.

There is no shortage of people in need in every world, and the lanterns that Fu Qingyun hangs on the tree are the most eye-catching in the dark night.

A figure descended from the official road and was imprinted on Xiang Xing's face little by little.

"Who?"

With Murong Qi by his side, Xiang Xing relaxed his vigilance, but the darkness covered his face, as long as he was not a dead person, he could feel it.

Xiang Xing's roar woke up the four sleeping ladies. It was a little old man, his clothes were in tatters, and a few traces of blood could be seen in the holes in the quilt. His gray hair was scattered, and his face was blue and purple. And in his arms, he was holding a rather large package.

"Ah, this old man, some young ladies. The little old man is in a hurry, can you borrow your place to rest and rest?"

Without waiting for Xiang Xing to reply, Murong Qi rushed up first and snatched the old man's package: "How can you cover him all, he is about to be suffocated to death, don't you know?"

Quickly opened, and inside was a newborn baby.

"Give it back to me...... Give me back my grandchildren!"

Murong Qi took it lightly and stopped the old man who rushed up: "Don't make any noise, the little guy is about to be killed by you." ”

The other three girls gathered around, and saw that the baby's lips were purple and his breathing was very short, as if he had not paid attention to it, and he could not catch it in one breath, and he was about to die.

"Jade Sound ......"

Put the baby in Yuyin's hand and slowly open the rags covering her body. A long gash on his chest was shocking, and the blood was about to stain the baby's body red.

Murong Qi stretched out a finger and helped the wound from top to bottom. Wherever they passed, the wound healed immediately.

Fu Qingyun took a pill, put it in his mouth to melt, and fed it to the baby mouth-to-mouth.

Linglong pinched up a Buddhist mudra, turned it three times on the baby's head, and then gently pressed the handprint on his forehead.

"Wow......" The earth-shattering cry came out, and the four girls breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the action is fast, if it is slow by half a beat, but I have to go to the underworld.

Although the old man was frozen and couldn't move, his six senses were still the same, and he was greatly relieved to hear his grandson's cry.

"Yuyin, give it to me. You get something that babies can eat!"

After hugging the child, Murong Qi kissed him on the forehead: "What a cute child." Linglong and Qingyun teased the baby left and right, and it could be seen from their eyes that they really liked this cute little doll.

Untying the immobilization technique applied to the little old man, Murong Qi asked, "What happened to the old man, why did you ignore your grandson's life and death?"

Older people have seen a lot of light, and it is obvious that these five people are not ordinary people, either gods in the sky or demons in the wilderness, and none of them can be provoked by themselves. But judging by the way they like their grandchildren, they shouldn't be bad people.

"Alas...... I can't hide it, the family is unlucky, the family is unlucky......" The little old man began to tell a story about him.