The little beggar was thrown to the ground in pain, and the skin on his arms and hands was torn a lot, revealing some blood.

He raised his head and looked at the strong man on the stage in a daze, a little dazed, patted his butt and stood up, but he was still watching.

The strong man also looked at him, the muscles on the right side of his face were still a little twitching, and a blood-red whip mark was imprinted on it, oozing blood, but he smiled innocently.

The little beggar couldn't figure it out, but he still hugged his fist at the stout man. The strong man raised his hand and was about to take it back, but he didn't know how to behave, and he felt that it was strange and twisted, so his hands stopped in front of his chest, so he had to pretend to scratch his head, and the other hurriedly swung it.

There were a lot of disdainful sounds all around, and there were noisy and miscellaneous insults, and all kinds of ugly words rushed to the strong man, he glanced at the little beggar, and ran off the stage with some embarrassment.

The stout man paused his hand at the moment when he was about to fall the little beggar, and he couldn't hide it, and he was all looked at by the spectators on the field. After all, he still can't be ruthless, this is also the first time he has come here to climb Sendai, although he is ready to be enlightened, but he really wants to see blood, or for a child, he is still entangled.

It's not that the strong man hasn't seen a bloody scene anywhere, his ancestors did the work of slaughtering pigs and sheep, and they have seen it a lot earlier. But for a living villain, he can't do it after all. The back of the stout man running off the stage was gray, a little embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look at the spectators above, but the little beggar thought it was very cute.

The little beggar walked back to the old man called the flower in a deep voice, although everyone despised the behavior of the strong man in this competition, but for the little beggar they all changed their eyes. There are very few ordinary people of his age who have such ability, and even a few people in the quiet seat raised their eyes.

"Let's go. Lao Hua said and left.

The little beggar hurried to follow.

The way back is different from when you came, there are many lines in the whole venue, all leading to different places, all of which are just a black and oppressive portal, and if you go through it, you will disappear.

At this time, the old and young had already returned to Qiancheng, but they came out of a secluded alley, which was still quite far away from the Bai family. The faces and clothes of the two of them changed the moment they first stepped into the black portal, and they were different from before.

The little beggar looked at the new clothes on her body and was a little surprised.

"Old flower, how many small clothes did you steal?"

"I didn't steal it, you touch your bloodstained place again. The little beggar reached out and felt the rough feeling of blood drying up.

"This is a big trick!" the little beggar's eyes widened suddenly.

"A few tricks and a twist to the light. ”

Lao Hua raised her head, as if to say something easy.

"Oh, that's not a big deal. When the little beggar heard this, he nodded lightly, but he didn't see the old man's face downcast.

"Came every morning after that. ”

"Oh. ”

The two of them walked around Qiancheng for a long time before they entered through the remote door in the backyard of the Bai family. The road was a bit dull, except for the words he spoke when he first appeared in the alley. The little beggar's eyes kept glancing at the old flower next to him, and he stopped talking.

"Just ask. After stepping into the Bai family, the old man opened his mouth, and the two of them changed back to the clothes they wore when they went out, and their appearance changed back to the original.

"I can't beat him. The little beggar's head shrugged suddenly.

"He's older than you. ”

"The people who want to kill me are bigger than me. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Lao Minghua seriously, his eyes burning.

Lao Zhaohua was a little silent, and there seemed to be a slight sigh on the tip of his nose, and he didn't answer his question. "If he is soft on you, he will not survive. ”

"Will those people kill him?" the little beggar didn't ask, and continued with Lao Hua's words.

"No, but he will die at his own hands. ”

The little beggar was speechless.

"Ascend Sendai, ascend Sendai, how to ascend the Great Dao Immortal without enough height. Lao Hua continued, the look in her eyes was a little ethereal, "It's all a ladder to heaven piled up with blood and bones in the corpse mountain." The two of you have violated this rule, not in the cruelty of the desire to see, blood and death are sometimes more than willing to be seen, it tastes much better. ”

"I don't take this road, do I?" The little beggar listened to the words of the old flower, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled on his face.

"Then I won't kill. Lao Hua's gaze also led to a smile with the little beggar, soft, but there was some helplessness that the little beggar couldn't see.

Autumn is getting stronger, the wind is chasing the fallen leaves and running indiscriminately, the clouds are chasing the geese and flying in an orderly manner, and the sense of silence and killing has dyed the world yellow, like a crippled old man who hangs his life, refuses to close his eyes, and wants to see the last autumn.

Lao Hua and Xiao Qi'er said that they had returned to the courtyard, and Xiao Qi'er pushed the door in, but really startled the green bamboo that was cleaning in the house.

The white robe was stained red and damaged, revealing wounds from the frayed skin, and a lot of blood droplets were taken up by the whip on his face. The little beggar was stunned, looked at the stunned Qingzhu in front of him, and immediately reacted, scratching his head embarrassedly.

Qingzhu slapped his chest slightly, and laughed out loud: "It seems that the little young master is going to do chivalrous righteousness." ”

The little beggar's face turned even redder when he was told this, how could he have such an embarrassed demeanor as a hero.

Qingzhu put down the rag in his hand, pulled the little beggar to sit on the chair, and hurriedly went out. The little beggar didn't understand yet, but after a while, Qingzhu brought a basin of water in, and it was warm.

The white cloth silk was twisted in the warm water, and she held it lightly in her hand, and she stretched it out to the little beggar's face.

When the little beggar saw her reaching out, she instinctively wanted to dodge, but Qingzhu pressed her head slightly, so she was embarrassed to dodge again, blushing.

"No matter how red the little young master's face is, he can't wipe it clean. Qingzhu looked at the little beggar jokingly, but his face suddenly turned even redder, and he had to blame the warm water for wiping his face hot, and it was strangely hot.

The little beggar's eyes didn't dare to look at the big girl who was leaning over, and she was ashamed, so she had to scatter her gaze, but she always had to gather from time to time to take a peek, and her heart was very empty. Qingzhu looked at him funny, her eyebrows were crooked, like her name, and she looked as good as bamboo leaves.

finally wiped his face and neck clean, and Qingzhu grabbed the little beggar's hand and wiped it, itchy. A basin of water gradually turned red, but the villain was still a little red. Smiling and silent, Qingzhu pushed the door out with water, and the little beggar's red face finally dared to stop.

But before it could be slowed down, Qingzhu folded back again, holding a wooden tray, a green shirt on it, and a small bottle of medicinal powder. The little beggar's face suddenly felt a little numb.

"Little young master, change your clothes. ”

Qingzhu put down the wooden case, and supported the little beggar, and after a long period of blushing and hot cheeks, he sprinkled the medicine powder and changed his clothes.

"When the little young master grows up in the future, he must also be a handsome man who fascinates most of the good daughters. Qingzhu said and covered his mouth and smiled, at this time, the little beggar changed into a green shirt, his wrists and waist were entangled, and his messy hair was also combed up by Qingzhu, some chivalrous and gallbladder taste, not as elegant as the white clothes worn in the house before.

The little beggar looked at herself, smiled red-facedly, and liked it in her heart.

......

As the sun gradually set, the sound of breaking wind in the courtyard where the little beggar and the old flower lived kept passing, and the light of the fire lit in the house faintly showed through the window, reflecting in the courtyard, which was not real. At this time, the little beggar took his short whip and struck straight forward, picking up the flying stones.

It's a familiar scene again, the moon is still shining, there is more dim firelight, and there is a plain woman standing aside with a wooden table.

Qingzhu looked at the two people in the courtyard, the moonlight was reflected in his eyes, clear, with a look of water, crystal clear. From time to time, there were cries of pain in the mouth of the little beggar, his ability to hide from the stones was very good, but it was not enough to deal with it while hiding, and there were always some stone cubs who slipped through the net to suffer pain.

The corners of Qingzhu's mouth laughed with the villain's cry of pain, although the little beggar was beaten, but she saw many things in the eyes of the little beggar, that is what a child should have, stubborn, unwilling to admit defeat, hateful and itchy.

It took a while before I finally rested. The little beggar's ability to draw stones was still stopped at sunset, and although it was much brighter by the light of the fire, there were still many long and small ways to go to catch the stones with the tip of the whip.

Seeing the two stop, Qingzhu hurriedly held the wooden case over, two white cloth silks, and two cups of warm water that had been changed many times.

He was not tired, but the little beggar left a lot of sweat, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The little young master drank saliva. It was Qingzhu who brought the wooden case to him, and the little beggar took the teacup, poured it down, and suddenly quenched his thirst, took the cup and put it back on the wooden case, raised his eyes and looked at Qingzhu deeply, as if he needed to say something.

The moonlight shone gently, and the villain blushed to look at the big girl, the girl smiled crookedly, took a white towel to wipe the sweat, and the warmth passed through the cheeks and warmed in the heart.

The bamboo shadow is thin and oblique, there are swimming fish naughty kisses open shallow ripples, dotting the feelings in the heart to swing together, the fish is in the water, do not understand the fragrance in the air.

"Little young master, it's cold outside in autumn, and I sweat and hurry back to the house to warm up, worried about the cold. ”

The plain-clothed woman's eyes are clear and bright, the eyebrows are smiling, the autumn wind blows, picks up a few strands of broken hair and swings in the air, raises her hand to hold it, the style is soft, the beauty under the moon, the fish plays, in the courtyard at night, there are many bright scenery to enjoy.

The young man in the green shirt looked fascinated and laughed stupidly.

Pushing the door into the house, there was more light, and the little beggar didn't dare to look at Qingzhu, so he had to sit stunned and stare at the flames, but his eyes always wanted to run around.

"Did the young master sleep?"

"Wait, think about something. ”

But the little beggar didn't understand what he was thinking.

The young man didn't know what it was like, he saw the speckled moon shadow, he looked at the depiction of the fire, but he didn't see the big girl. There is a bitter bamboo smell in the courtyard, there is a wax and oil fragrance in the house, and there is always a light and quiet wisp between the nose, I don't know if it is my daughter's rouge. If you want to ask what you feel in your heart, you can probably say that autumn is cool.