"Uncle Mo is really breaking the bill this time. ”

Ji Jingming pinched a green ball from the cork box and threw it into his mouth, savoring it.

"Then you still tell him to buy this Qingtuanzi? It's so expensive. ”

Zhao Qingqiu also raised his right hand and pinched one and threw it into his mouth. Chewing two or three, glaring and sighing, "Don't say it, it's quite fragrant." I've never eaten it before. How do you like to eat this kind of stuff as a big man. It's still a flying sword. ”

"Why, can't a big man like to eat Qingtuanzi and can't use a flying sword?

And, before I could talk about you, you talked about me. Your Great Sage Doll is why Uncle Mo is so expensive. Ji Jingming despised this heartless junior sister very much.

"Mo Haoqiong usually doesn't pull out a dime, but this time he is really willing to buy so many things. Under Ji Jingming's complicated eyes, Zhao Qingqiu picked up one of the few Qingtuanzi again and threw it into his mouth, "I want the doll of the Great Sage is just making things difficult for him, in fact, I am not rare for these children's things, but I didn't expect him to really buy one for me." ”

"Don't always slander your master...... Anyway, why do you keep rubbing your left hand?"

Zhao Qingqiu was playing with the Great Sage in his left hand under the table, and the golden hoop stick turned out of the afterimage.

"I didn't really like it, but ...... I bought everything, I didn't play for nothing, so expensive things can't be wasted. Zhao Qingqiu's face flushed.

Ji Jingming pinched another green ball and stuffed it in his mouth.

"You have to take good care of your master, I really don't know how your eccentric character was accommodated by the old-fashioned Uncle Mo. ”

"He's old-fashioned, he's obviously the weirdest one in the Sword Valley. Zhao Qingqiu looked down at the food box with only one Qingtuanzi left, and wanted to stretch out his hand.

Ji Jingming quickly pinched it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Uncle Mo has a general attitude towards everyone, and he is amiable, but he seems to be as cold as ice, before, except for me and the other two sect masters, no one could talk to him for ten consecutive words. If there is a problem with buying something or something, Uncle Mo can always help, so in the Sword Valley, Uncle Mo's image has always been a humble son who is in the red dust and does not touch the red dust.

But you can make Uncle Mo together, which shows your status in Uncle Mo's heart. Uncle Mo is not the kind of person who goes crazy. I don't know how you can be an acquaintance by Uncle Mo, is it because you are his disciple?

Be nice to your master, he's actually very lonely. has no cultivation, no martial arts, being the sect master in a sect that plays with swords, no means and no scheming, he can't get close to anything. can't integrate into ordinary disciples, can't integrate into Hongchen, Uncle Mo is an embarrassing middleman. Be good to your master. ”

Ji Jingming's elder is tall and big, but he speaks like a crossbow and a sword, like a spear and a sword, and like an old man who is pointing out the younger generation, he is teaching her.

Was it all taught by Song Moyan like this?

Zhao Qingqiu looked at Ji Jingming's back as he left and wiped his sweat.

All the pots and pans in the bamboo house had been moved to a cave halfway up the mountain in the west mountain yesterday.

Her Master Mo should be cooking at this time.

Zhao Qingqiu lowered his head and touched his little belly cutely. Rub the rice and go.

Halfway up the West Mountain, in a warm cave.

A group of snow foxes surrounded Zhao Qingqiu. Zhao Qingqiu's fingers teased these cute elves. A snow fox hesitated, spit out a warm tongue and slowly licked her palm.

Mo Haoqiong grabbed the small bamboo fan that the old man used to fan the wind slowly, and squatted on the stove to fan the fire.

There are four bamboo tubes steaming in the pot, and rice is stuffed in them.

Mo Haoqiong fanned the wind with a cold face, and the fire was booming. Obviously, his face was facing the fire, and the fire reflected his face very red, but it couldn't warm his heart.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

The snow foxes all gathered on Zhao Qingqiu's body. The snow was shaking outside, and the snow foxes seemed to be very cold, and they were not satisfied with the fire in the hole, so they wanted to nest on her body to keep warm.

But the young man next to him was roasting the fire, but none of the snow foxes were willing to come over. Was it because the fire was close to the entrance of the cave, and there would be a cold wind leaking in?

She's really heartless.

The experience of three or four years of heroines is real, there is no friend who can really make friends, no matter what it is, fair, ruthless, in the end it is just four words chasing fame and fortune. She is gradually becoming proficient, she can accept a person who can turn back to back suddenly, she can get used to the disdain of others for her generation of female juniors, and she can ignore the dirty eyes of others staring at her body obscenely, but ...... I've never seen anyone like this.

So...... Strange and warm people.

Mo Haoqiong stayed there for a long time. He shook his body violently, as if he had come to his senses, and shook the bamboo fan twice.

He turned his head to meet her gaze and smiled softly.

A snow fox quickly rolled off Zhao Qingqiu's head, climbed into Mo Haoqiong's arms, rolled over, and dug his little head deep into his robe.

"What are you looking at me doing, are you amazed by your master's beauty?"

Mo Haoqiong's long hair is flying, and he is indeed a little handsome.

"It's a ghost. The great sage you bought me was thrown away by me. Hmph, it's not my favorite. ”

Zhao Qingqiu don't look over, she likes to hold down her stupid master.

"Lost ......" Mo Haoqiong turned his head and continued to look at the fire, half a sound, and said softly: "Then lose it." It's okay, it's not worth a few bucks. ”

"Yes? I remember it was expensive, it seemed to be ...... Eight hundred words. ”

"The lady pressed the goods and gave me a cheap price, so I only accepted it...... It's just 300 words. Mo Haoqiong fanned the wind slowly.

Zhao Qingqiu looked at her master stunned.

She couldn't tell him anything else, could she?

Watching him go down the mountain, watching him wander around, watching him go to the tofu shop where soy milk has no sugar, watching him buy Qingtuanzi, watching him buy Dasheng's dolls. See him haggling, see his hesitation.

She's always been behind, she's been watching.

Her original plan was to go up the mountain with the people in the rivers and lakes who wanted to get a bounty under the mountain, but she really went to Xishan by mistake, and worshiped this very valuable guy as a teacher in a daze. And later, I originally thought that Sword Valley would enter the capital, learn the martial arts here first, and then go, and seize a suitable opportunity before making a move.

But this master can't teach her anything. In the Sword Valley, Lao Zhong guarded in all directions, even if she took out the sword several times, the moment the sword blade touched Mo Haoqiong's skin, there was always an incredible force separating her sword blade.

can only wait for him to go down the mountain before making a move. Eating and drinking, just to let this guy go down the mountain early.

The people in the rivers and lakes under the mountain have long been scattered. They didn't expect him to have the habit of going down the mountain from time to time.

The time and place are favorable, and she occupies them all.

The last step was very simple, it was to draw the sword at the right time and quietly kill this cheap master who had no martial arts.

Then he fled, far away from the Sword Valley, ended the chaotic chores with Prince Zhang, and wandered the world. Don't have to face it all again.

The section of the road where he left Jingxi Town, the sun was about to set, and it was the best time to make a move. But for some reason, her sword never came out. Why?

She didn't know.

She had been wandering for too long, and her heart was as cold as ice for a long time.

In the Sword Valley wrapped in endless wind and snow, there were more than three hundred fiery and warm hearts.

The corners of Zhao Qingqiu's eyes were red, she didn't know why she was like this.

Reaching out and rubbing the corners of his eyes, he couldn't hold back the tears that he didn't know.

The young man at the entrance of the cave skillfully lifted the pot and stretched out the chopsticks, wrapped it in a cloth, looked up at Zhao Qingqiu and smiled, "It's time to eat." ”

No matter how warm things are, they can't warm this bamboo tube.

Outside the cave is the wind and snow.

A small cave, a small bamboo tube.

Zhao Qingqiu smiled, but tears fell like jade beads, stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, the tears were not broken, but he smiled even more.

It's a very warm bamboo rice.

That's nice.