When I left my hometown, I looked back several times, and my hometown was like a dead leaf falling in the stream in autumn, and it was difficult to see a few waves of water. And when I returned to my hometown, it was like looking at the top of the mountain from afar, obviously in the bottom of my eyes, but I felt very high and far away.

After the nameless reef, the ferry continued northward, and when it needed to rest, it only drove in a large formation and hovered over the sea.

The big guys will find some reasons for themselves, and even promise to clean up and down the ferry every day with a broom. It seems that only in this way can I look like a real person

Jiang Huang drank it once, and then he never touched the wine handed out by Zhang Muliu again.

At first, Zhang Muliu was still very puzzled, why Jiang Huang drank undeservedly, and woke up after only a short while? Later, he learned that it was Yu Qian who opened the bow left and right and slapped him with an unknown number of ear scrapers.

So now on the ship, the saddest thing is the girl Fang Onion.

She had to be arranged by Zhang Muliu to do one thing every day in order to eat peacefully, which was not as harsh as catching fish before, but it also made her extremely hard.

One day, the black-hearted swordsman finally showed kindness, saying that he could eat first, and just wipe the bowl clean after eating.

Fang Cong could see that the white-clothed swordsman gave the most smiling face was Demon Ling, and in normal times, except for drinking, his face was indifferent, as if someone else owed him a lot of money.

Later, Fang Cong found out that the black-hearted swordsman was black-hearted, how could he have good intentions? Obviously said that she should wash the dishes, but the next day he said with a straight face: "You only brushed the dishes?"

Fang Scallion was very aggrieved at that time, and asked, "Did you say that you asked me to brush the pot?"

But the truth is always on his side, not only will she have to wash the dishes and pots in the future, but the buns that morning will not have her share.

So later, Fang Shallot would always ask, "Brush the bowl or the pot?"

But you have to ask clearly, otherwise if the black-hearted person says again, "Did you let you brush the pot?", he would have no way.

It's just that every time the girl does it, she will be inexplicably aggrieved, and she will always secretly wipe her tears.

Fang Cong had always thought in his heart, how could that sword cultivator be so bad, worse than himself. I'm a teenage girl, you actually treat me like this, and you have to brush the pot after eating.

It's just that Zhang Muliu has never ignored her, and the things she tells her to do are different every day, and she can only have food when she finishes it.

On this day, I went to another island, which is close to Shengshen Continent, but it is just an overseas island, and there are many ordinary people on the island.

As soon as he got off the boat, the island owner of the Jindan realm was waiting on the shore. Zhang Muliu was the first to get off the boat, hugged his fists at the Jindan Island Lord, and said with a smile: "The Island Master doesn't have to worry, our group is ready to return to Shengshen Continent, and we will rest here for a day at most." ”

When the island owner saw that Zhang Muliu was dressed in white, with a faint hint of a sword accidentally exposed, and a warm smile, he had already dispelled most of his suspicions. So he also smiled and nodded, and said softly: "It's my honor for the Sword Immortal to rest on my flea island, if you need anything, just look for me." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled, and the island owner left with his fists clenched.

Zhang Lan's father and daughter took the demon Ling to buy ingredients and find some novelties that they had never eaten. Zhang Muliu took the rest of the money to find a drink with Jiang Huang, and of course followed by a girl in a dark green dress and carrying You Fang.

Fang Cong didn't say a word, looking at the drunkard talking and laughing in front of him, he quietly pulled out the lower side, stood on tiptoe and walked behind Zhang Muliu, raised his long sword and stabbed it with all his strength.

A slender hand untied the wine gourd, stretched out his hand behind him, the wine gourd turned in a circle, and hit Fang Onion's wrist, and the latter suddenly withdrew his hand in pain.

With such a move, none of the three people in front of him thought anything had happened.

The girl just hung her head and carried the swimming party on her back.

In fact, Zhang Muliu's opinion of the onion has changed a lot, just one thing.

Since she carried You Fang, she has been very murderous to Zhang Muliu, but she has never had the idea of hurting others in the past. Among Zhang Muliu and his party, now she has the strength to hurt her, but there is only one demon Ling.

Zhang Muliu paused suddenly, and said to the young Taoist priest: "You and Jiang Huang are looking for wine, just bring me a tank, don't have more." I'm going to walk around. ”

Yu Qian looked at Fang Liang, smiled slightly, nodded and pulled Jiang Huang away.

So he became a young man in white holding a wine gourd and drinking a few steps. Behind her was a girl with a sword on her back, who kept turning to look at the stalls on the street, swallowing non-stop, but helpless.

Zhang Muliu walked to a small stall and sold clear soup noodles with a handful of chopped green onions.

The young man asked for two bowls of Yangchun noodles, and said with a kind smile: "I invite you to eat a bowl of noodles." ”

Fang Cong's eyes widened, his face was incredulous, and after a long time, he sneered: "Is it that after eating this night's noodles, I will owe money?"

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said with a smile: "This bowl of noodles is given to the descendants of those who died for the world." ”

The girl lowered her head and came over and sat down, her fists clenched tightly, and she looked up and said stubbornly, "Are you pitying me?"

said that Yangchun noodles had been served, but there was an extra poached egg on the side of each of the two bowls of noodles and green onions.

The servant of the dish smiled and said: "Our shop will cut two bowls of high-legged white every day, if you happen to meet these two bowls, the shopkeeper said that it is fate, and you have to add some color to the sunny spring." ”

Zhang Muliu thanked him, turned his head and asked, "What about you?"

The girl looked at Yang Chunmian, a little sad for no reason, squeezed out a smile for the first time, and said softly: "Grandpa said that our hometown is full of high-necked green onions." ”

The young man in white took a sip of wine, picked up the chopsticks and pushed away the green onions, picked up the smooth surface, and said lightly: "The leaves are dark green and slender, the plants are erect, and it is not easy to sprout." Your father and mother should be thinking, the green onion is erect and the roots are white and green, and there are edges on the left and right. ”

Fang Scallion clamped a chopstick, sucked it into his mouth, and a drop of crystal kept falling into the bowl, it should be very salty at the moment.

The girl asked, "Have you ever had someone close to you go?"

Zhang Muliu ate a few bites of noodles and said with a smile: "Why not? I had a long dream, in which countless deceased people passed away one after another. In reality, many of the elders in my hometown have already left. ”

Fang Scallion had already finished eating the noodles, turned his head and asked, "Can you have another bowl?"

Zhang Muliu nodded, turned around and ordered another bowl of noodles, and then said to Fang Cong: "I don't want to torture you, I just want you to know that nothing is easy in the world, at least you have a family background that has clothes to reach out for food and open your mouth, a group of old people who are willing to spoil you, and a grandfather who loves you." But what about you? You're just a little witch in the world, and the dragon has provoked you? You lifted his turtle shell and pulled out the dragon scales, if you talk about right or wrong, you don't really have any reason, right?"

The girl kept silent, and another bowl of Yangchun noodles was served, this time without poached eggs.

Zhang Muliu returned the purse back and sighed: "If you want to go, just go." A hundred miles away from me, your cultivation will be restored. If you don't want to leave, you still have to brush the pot and wash the dishes every day, and carry the sword for me every day, until in my heart, you have passed, and I will let you leave. ”

For some reason, the girl did not rush to leave, but wiped her tears and asked softly: "Am I very bad in your heart?

Zhang Muliu shook his head and said with a smile: "At first, I didn't want to know whether you were good or bad, because you beat the demon Ling and caused Long Da to be seriously injured. Later, I didn't tell the difference when I had the money to persuade me, but I didn't think you were bad at the time, I just felt that there were two more corpses in the ice field of Juluzhou, and Fang Onion in the world should not be like this. ”

The girl just ate a lot of noodles, as if she was reincarnated as a starving ghost, one chopstick after another, after a few bites, turned her head to look at the young man in white, and asked, "Can I also be like my father and mother?"

The young man smiled: "As long as you want, you can." ”

The girl pushed the bowl away violently, and pressed her two forearms on the table, burying her head in it, choking.

Fang said: "I know I'm bad, I've always known. I also knew that the grandpas who took me around didn't like me. I know that my grandfather doesn't blame me because my parents are gone. Can...... I just can't change it, can you help me? I don't want Grandpa to be sad. ”

The young man took a breath and said lightly, "Yes." ”

In fact, Zhang Muliu was thinking, as if he was surrounded by children without fathers and mothers. Han Cheng, Mo Miaomiao, Liu Gong, Demon Ling, and now there is another square onion.

Han Cheng's parents were just mortals and died of a serious illness. Mo Miaomiao's father became a stone statue of Onozawa. Liu Gong's father and mother, the specific Zhang Muliu is also unknown. And Demon Ling, just because of that string of colorful bracelets, the family was ruined.

The worst is Demon Ling, and the best is actually Liu Gong. The last thing that shouldn't be is the green onion.

But in fact, who can make a qualitative judgment on what should or shouldn't?

It's just that Zhang Muliu thinks that since he has encountered it, he should be nosy. I have to let Fang Cong see the suffering in the world, and I have to let her down and disappoint again.

Disappointment in the world is not necessarily a big deal, it may be just a girl alone in a strange environment, taking away all the support at night, but the sword in the hand can't stab a hateful person.

Fang Shallot showed a smiling face, only took out a small pendant in the purse and hung it around his neck, then handed the purse to Zhang Muliu, and said with a smile: "You can look at the purse for me first! If I had a father, it might be like you, right?"

The young man had a dark face, how could this teacher answer? Could it be that he still wanted to be the father of this girl? If he talked about his real age, he was only four or five years older than her.

The girl suddenly became bitter again, and said softly: "Then what will I use to change it for dinner in the future?"

Zhang Muliu breathed a sigh of relief, paid for the meal and got up to leave, and said in his mouth: "Carry the sword for me, and it will be regarded as paying the daily meal." ”

Fang Scallion poured the pendant down from the collar of his neck, and fiddled with the position, as if he was in the middle of the two mountains.

"Don't worry, I'll carry my sword, you can just take care of the food. ”

............

The young man in white hardly got off the cabin, and spent every day on the deck, either sitting and refining his qi, or drinking by the railing.

On the rear deck, there is less of a girl in a dark green dress, but there is one more one-armed young man who keeps practicing swords every day.

Yu Qian still has to perform a head hammer once a day.

On this day, Xu Yu suddenly found Zhang Muliu and asked if he could officially count him on the mountain in the future, even if it was just daily chores.

Zhang Muliu asked, do you want revenge?

Promise replied, thinking.

So the young man in white nodded.

Since that flea island, Fang Scallion no longer has to be bitter every day, but consciously brushes the dishes and washes the pot, looking at it seems to have the determination to change his mind. Everyone saw that most of the demon Ling and the dragon no longer cared, and they slowly smiled at the girl.

So next to the young man in white, he was always followed by a girl in a dark green dress and a long sword.

Whenever Zhang Muliu was drinking in a daze, Demon Ling would always shrink in the corner with Fang Cong, whispering unknown words.

The young man in white would look at the moon in the sky every night, on the sea on a sunny day, and on a cloudy day, on a cloudy day. The original full moon was forced to look at him as a crescent moon.

Today, this guy took out the wooden sword and bamboo foot, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and danced with the sword.

Dressed in white, he has a graceful appearance.

The girl Fang Cong sat on the tea table, holding her chin with her hands, looking extremely fascinating. She said in her heart, it turns out that this guy still seems to be a little good-looking.

Zhang Muliu paused and said helplessly: "What's wrong with flowers on my face?"

Fang Cong nodded.

Zhang Muliu pointed at the girl and sighed: "You are so small, don't think nonsense." ”

The girl snorted, and turned her head away from the self-inflicted swordsman.

It's just that the girl lowered her head, her body shook slightly, and then she smiled with satisfaction, and said that I am not small!

Zhang Muliu regretted it a little at this time, so he should pretend to be a black-hearted swordsman in front of this girl.

It is estimated that he will arrive at Shengshen Continent at dawn, Zhang Muliu will definitely land on Danzhou Island, that guy is purple, he has to pay something, right?

Fang Cong muttered endlessly, and asked with a smile, "What do you think about every day?" Do you have someone you like?"

The young man in white simply spread his hands behind his head, lay on the railing and closed his eyes.

The girl pursed her lips, and said in her heart, who are you pretending to sleep with?

When she was about to speak, she noticed that the man was already snoring.

Fang Cong tiptoed to the white-clothed young man, drew his sword and desperately slashed at his head, but Zhang Muliu didn't cast a spell to resist at all. Fang Cong's expression was frightened, she didn't have the strength to stop her sword. Just as he was about to wake him up, a one-armed young man came instantly, gently held the blade of the sword, and made a silent gesture.

Jiang Huang smiled and said, "He may be a little tired. ”

Whether this sword can hurt Zhang Muliu or not, not to mention, You Fang is spiritual.

Zhang Muliu did fall asleep suddenly, snoring like thunder, as if he was very tired and tired.

Jiang Huang sat down on the side of the tea table and said in a low voice: "Have you ever thought about whether you can be like him if the person you care about is bullied by others and seriously injured?"

Fang Cong lowered her head, she hadn't thought about it, but she couldn't do it like Zhang Muliu.

If the person she cares about is bullied, she must think about how to kill people, and no one can persuade her.

The one-armed young man said lightly: "He is a good person, but a good person shouldn't be so tired." ”

............

The young man in white suddenly woke up, and it turned out that it was Youling who was pulling his arm and trying to pull him off the railing.

Zhang Muliu turned over to the deck of the ferry, held down the head of the demon Ling and smiled slightly, and when he turned his head again, everyone was on the deck.

After looking around, the young man said to a little white deer: "It's still a little white sensible." ”

There is no harbor wind around the ferry, and the vast sea, the ferry array has not been opened, but there is a mysterious formation that keeps the ferry from being noticed.

Zhang Muliu squatted down, patted the little girl's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You have to go to my daughter-in-law's hometown with Xiaobai first, and then I will go over and take you to my hometown with me." ”

Demon Ling wanted to cry, hugged Zhang Muliu's leg and didn't want to let go, and said: "Then I'll go, what if the daughter-in-law of the owner doesn't like it?"

Zhang Muliu picked up the demon Ling and said with a smile: "How come, your daughter-in-law is beautiful and good, and she will definitely like you very much." ”

The little girl was still not very relieved, and asked with dripping eyes, "Then do you want to bring green onion flowers?"

Zhang Muliu smiled angrily: "You little girl, when did you learn to give people nicknames?"

Demon Ling buried her head in Zhang Muliu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Everyone has it! You are the master of the meal, Sister Bai is Lu Xiaoxian'er, Xu Mutou is the promise, Uncle Zhang Lan is a good cook, Sister Han Shu is a little beauty, Yu Qian is a drummer, and Jiang Huang is a one-armed hero." ”

The young man rewarded the little girl with a chestnut, and said with a smile: "When you go to Qiushui's hometown, you are the one who will be an aunt." You have to help the host's wife take care of the children. ”

As he spoke, he leaned his head over and said softly, "There's a Xiaoqing over there, you have to bring him and Xiaobai together." ”

The little girl nodded like a rattle and said, "Don't worry, master! When the time comes, I will definitely let Sister Bai give birth to a little unicorn." ”

Bai Lu had a black deer face the whole time.

So Bai Qilin took Zhang Lan's family and took a ferry to Baiyue with Youling. Yu Qian told Jiang Huang that he would go around first, and then meet in Hongdu. Zhang Muliu took Fang Onion, changed his face, and landed in the south of Danzhou.

At this time, Zhang Muliu is still dressed in white, but his appearance has changed slightly. And Fang Onion is still one. Coarse cloth and green clothes, carrying clothes on their backs, walked to the city with the young man in white.

The place near the sea is always sunny and unpredictable, and when it lands, the sun is still shining, but now it is pouring rain.

Zhang Muliu gave Fang Scallion an umbrella, drenched himself in the rain, and began to drink again.

The northern part of Danzhou Island is slightly gentle, but the southern part is full of mountains. The young man in white was drenched and walked to a valley where dozens of families lived scattered.

It seems that it has been raining a lot recently, and there are four ravines where the road in the village has been washed away, and there is an old man holding a wooden barrel standing above a small road that has been washed away by the rain and sighing.

Zhang Muliu stepped forward and asked with a smile: "The old man is going to fetch water, isn't there a well at the entrance of the village?"

The old man turned his head to look at the young man in white, shook his head and said, "I can't pick up water, you see, the family's latrine is next to the well, how can we still pick up water?" But the family, thinking that the canal on the side was in the way, changed the canal to the road. You see, it was a heavy rain, and the road was washed away. ”

The young man was puzzled: "According to what the old man said, that family is really not authentic. Isn't there anyone in the village to talk to?"

The old man sighed and said: "People are poor and light-hearted, their family is now the richest in my Zhujian Village, and they can't afford to do anything!"

Fang Cong snorted coldly, walked over and said, "What's there that can't be managed? His wealth is his business, and the big guy who can't be harmed can't take water, right?"

The old man laughed, shook his head and said, "Look at the two chivalrous men who seem to be walking the rivers and lakes, this matter may be unfair to you, but for us, it is a common thing." Whose family occupies a position the size of a brick in whose house, and whose family crosses the boundary when plowing the land, are all reasons why the two families can fight. Do you want to take care of it, do you want to take care of it?"

In a farmer's house, trivial matters are often big things. The reason why the well is occupied and the road is washed away no one wants to say a fair word, in fact, the road is very simple.

Because it's everyone's, not your own.

Zhang Muliu shook his head and smiled, shook the water on his hair, and asked, "Here, we dig wells and draft water, and farm with oxen, are they all only after a scholar came?"

The old man smiled and said softly, "Yes, that was a very, long time ago, we passed it on by word of mouth, but no one knew the specific name of the man, only that the man's surname was Su." ”

Yes, thousands of years ago, Su Zi's exploits may have been erased by the Xing clan long ago, only this small village in the mountains, still remembers a person back then, surnamed Su.

On the island of Danzhou, before the scholar who was good at poetry and writing, he drank water from the canal, and the plough was still pulled by people.

Zhang Muliu took a sip of wine, glanced at the wealthy family from afar, shook his head and smiled, said hello to the old man and passed through the village.

Fang Cong didn't understand, this is obviously an injustice in the world, why don't you care? When the young man in white was scrubbing his boots by a canal out of the village, the girl asked angrily: "It's obviously that rich family who bullies people, why don't you care?"

The young man just said lightly: "I didn't see anyone bullying anyone, what I saw was just one sentence." ”

The girl was puzzled, and the young man threw the cleaned boots into the girl's hand, and said with a smile: "They all think that the well belongs to everyone, so why should they offend others? Isn't there another well down there? ”

Seeing that Fang Cong still didn't understand, Zhang Muliu had no choice but to explain: "If that well is owned by the rich family, and the rich family occupies it, and puts the latrine next to it, do you think that family will fight hard with the rich family?"

The girl seemed to understand or not, and nodded slightly.

To move on, you have to climb over a mountain to reach the real city.

The young man in white suddenly said to himself: "People who don't rely on that one-third of an acre of land to eat always feel that the farmers are less knowledgeable and only care, and they fight for a palm-sized piece of land. But in fact, they didn't think that the businessmen in the city would also quarrel with others for a little pound?"

It's not that farmers have little knowledge and no mind.

It's because that one acre and three points of land is where they settle down.

Fang Onion understood a little bit at this time.

She asked: "Just like when I was at home, dozens of plates were served at every meal, and I was full with a plate of dishes and chopsticks. But now, I'm a mortal, and you're picking on the door and not giving me anything delicious, so I eat both bowls of Yangchun noodles with relish. ”

After a pause, the girl said, "It's because we are in different places, different lives, and what we can bear is not the same, right?"

Zhang Muliu nodded and cast a complimentary look.

In fact, if it is a little bigger than that, between the two countries, if whoever occupies whose territory, it is only a place with a big palm, the two countries will also fight hard.

Sometimes this small place is not just a meal, but a breath in everyone's heart.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Muliu didn't open his mouth. Fang Cong pursed his lips and muttered, "This guy is in a daze again." ”

Zhang Muliu smiled, bent down and rolled up his trouser legs, climbed the mountain barefoot, looked at the mountains in the rain, and said lightly:

"It seems like I'm getting closer to my hometown all of a sudden. ”