There is a main and two buildings in the small house, late at night, the old man went to the main room alone to stay, Xiao Hongdou and Qiao'er lay in the same bed in the side building, and Xiao Nianxi lived in the room of the old man's late son and daughter-in-law, the room was quite tidy, and it seemed that the old man had no less time to clean and decorate.

When it was about Mozi, the sound of raindrops slamming the ground sounded outside, and although the rain was loud, it still couldn't cover the low breath of the dragons one after another.

Xiao Nianxi pillows his head with both hands, and the text says that spring, there is a spring cold and a spring rain, but the spring here is actually a remnant of flowers and willows and heavy rain drifting, is it the same in the world?

He couldn't figure it out, and this question was thrown into the depths of the sea of knowledge for a while, and he didn't ask about it anymore.

Xiao Nianxi turned his attention to the outside of the wall, those strange shadows that the spiritual sense could not penetrate, what are they? Where did they come from? Why do they only appear in the dark, they suddenly remembered that on the mountain gate in the sect, there was a majestic statue of the god of war Shouqing, he held an axe in one hand and a knife in the other, swallowing mountains and rivers with pride.

Could it be that the meaning contained in this statue is also to drive away evil spirits and avoid things? Could it be that at night, there are evil monsters and monsters that are feared and feared by those peerless masters in the sect?

But in the cow camel mountain, why is it safe and sound?

Xiao Nianxi used his brain, it is indeed too early to think about all this now, and there is no clarity.

I heard the old man say that "the statue of the god shelters, and the night does not leave the house" has been a theorem since ancient times.

How long has it been since ancient times...?

For the people of the world, "not walking in the night road" has been the norm of thousands of households, for them, closing the doors and windows at night, and reproducing safely and soundly under the blessing of the gods, has long been a commonplace routine like the rising moon and twilight.

Now that he has entered the mortal world, Xiao Nianxi has no choice but to accept the cruel reality.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, and before he fell asleep, he imagined that one day, something in the night... Will you not be afraid of the idols?

Qiao'er's hut is more lively, on one side is the snoring of the rhubarb, on the other side is the dream of the little dove, and in the quilt, there is the whispering long talk of the two girls.

Xiao Hongdou, this girl, was scared to death at first, but as soon as she entered the nest, she was as bold as a fight, and began to talk nonsense with Qiao'er about ghosts and ghosts, as for why her courage has become greater, there is actually an important reason, because in her eyes, her brother Xiao Nianxi is very good at kung fu and cultivates in order to win!

The two girls also stopped moving unconsciously, and fell into a deep sleep.

The two peachwood statues in the shrine are solemn and solemn, and they take advantage of the void without teaching a trace of evil.

...

The night rain stopped, and it was almost dawn, and the sky was slightly bright, and the dawn could not break.

Breakfast was made by the old man, still simple and rough, four bowls of gruel porridge and four pieces of coarse bran bread.

The dove and rhubarb could not share the food, because Qiao'er's family had little food, and it was difficult to distribute it to the pet animals.

The two of them are human, looking for and sniffing in the courtyard and yard, the little dove picks up the young leaves and young shoots, and the rhubarb gnaws the roots and grass.

Xiao Nianxi looked at the two little beasts, thinking that when they met for the first time, how they didn't give themselves face, but this time they were reasonable, well-behaved and sensible, it was really strange.

He had already made plans, and after the meal he was ready to set off, while quietly leaving enough food for easy storage, as well as the silver taels needed to buy a house and clothes.

The old man is kind, Qiao'er is sensible, he can't bear to rely on each other in the future, grandchildren and granddaughters, eat bran vegetables, and eat two meals a day.

Poor families can't open the pot, how can there be a saying of three meals a day?

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the cold food utensils in the world are open. Shaoling Yelao's two sentences of affection, so it is.

Mealtime,

"Qiao'er, my sister wants to give you a gift. Xiao Hongdou finished drinking the porridge and said suddenly.

"A gift for Qiao'er?" Qiao'er's eyebrows jumped.

I saw Xiao Hongdou take out a silver ring from his sleeve and lead Qiao'er's slender little hand,

"Qiao'er, you have your palms facing up, and the back of your hand is attached to this ring. Qiao'er did so and rested her hand on the cold ring, looking at the beautiful red bean sister with curiosity and surprise,

Xiao Hongdou smiled back, and said with a smile: "Qiao'er has to hold it steady." ”

As she spoke, suddenly, a silver light flashed in Qiao'er's hand, and a small pure white umbrella appeared in her hand.

"Wow, Sister Hongdou, you won't be a fairy!" Qiao'er's voice was excited, holding the little umbrella like a rare baby.

The old man next to him stared wide-eyed at this scene, as if he was scalded by boiling water in an instant, Huo jumped up, immediately supported Qiao'er, and pulled his legs and retreated to the door, full of horror.

Xiao Hongdou looked at this in confusion and turned his head to look at his brother for help.

Xiao Nianxi nodded, and smiled peacefully at Qiao'er and Grandpa:

"Don't be surprised, old man, my brother and sister are spiritual cultivators, and this is just an ordinary precept. ”

He got up and moved his feet in the direction of the old man.

Qiao'er cherished the white umbrella, and with Xiao Nianxi coming over, she smiled very brightly.

But the old man's face was still full of fear, and he cried out loudly,

"Qiao'er is not yet nine years old, Qiao'er is not yet nine years old, you don't take her away, don't take her away... ！”

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you!?Brother Nianxi and Sister Hongdou, they're not bad people!Why did they take me away?"

Qiao'er was obviously frightened, and hurriedly pulled her grandfather's sleeve.

In order to stabilize the old man's mood, Xiao Nianxi frowned later, this unexpected change made him feel at a loss,

"What do you mean, old man? My brother and sister have never had any bad intentions of taking Qiao'er away. ”

The old man was still excited, and pleaded bitterly:

"I beg you to spare Qiao'er, when you took away my son and daughter-in-law, I don't want to live anymore, old man... The reason why this old man of mine has survived to this day is for the sake of my granddaughter! I beg you to let her go!

"Grandpa, what are you talking about!?"

Qiao'er shook the old man's arm vigorously, and in a panic, the white umbrella fell to the ground along with tears.

"Qiao'er, Qiao'er, it's all because grandpa is incompetent and can't protect you.."

The old man's throat was hoarse, choking and stroking Qiao'er's yellowed hair, laughing at himself.

Suddenly, his old eyes were ruthless, and he grabbed the low bench by the door, and rushed towards Xiao Nianxi despite Qiao'er's obstruction.

"You demons!" Although the old man was lame, his speed was quite amazing, and he saw that the bench was about to hit Xiao Nianxi's head.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you," Qiao'er exclaimed.

"Wow!" the rhubarb stumbled into the house and barked urgently.

Xiao Nianxi looked unclear in place.

"Poof!" the bench slammed down, followed by the sound of the stool cracking to the ground.

"Old man, you have a lot of strength. Xiao Nianxi rubbed the top of his head with his hand and spoke slowly.

The old man was dumbfounded, he saw that he was doing his best, but Xiao Nianxi was unharmed, and then smirked:

"Hahaha.. Old woman, Qiang'er, Cuiya, you see, what the hell is the world! Old man, I am incompetent, I will come down to accompany you immediately! It's just that our baby Qiao'er is suffering... ！”

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Sister Hongdou conjured an umbrella, why did you suddenly change? Grandpa.."

Qiao'er couldn't cry silently, and held her grandfather who was stumbling.

"Qiao'er, my Qiao'er!"

“...”

Xiao Nianxi was resolute, and immediately snatched Qiao'er mercilessly, and gently pushed her to Xiao Hongdou.

Qiao'er fell into Xiao Hongdou's hands, and the old man's expression suddenly fell, and his lips began to tremble and babble.

Then, Xiao Nianxi walked lightly, hugged the crumbling old man, and said with a light smile:

"Old man, you see that you have scolded and scolded, and you have beaten and beaten. Shouldn't you tell me what's going on?"

"You, aren't you the evil ghosts of the White Yang Sect?"

Xiao Nianxi shook his head, "Baiyang Sect? ”

The old man who was suspicious sat on the chair with the support of Xiao Nianxi, and asked worriedly.

"You really aren't the evil ghosts of the White Yang Sect!?"

At this time, Xiao Hongdou also spoke,

"Old man, we are really not from the White Yang Sect. ”

Qiao'er picked up the white umbrella again, but the tears have not been wiped away.

"Grandpa, Brother Nianxi and Sister Hongdou are really good people, I felt it when I played the umbrella with them yesterday! ”

The old man glanced at the two brothers and sisters Xiao Nianxi, who had no malice, and his old face turned red, and he said ashamedly: "The old man is confused, the old man is confused."

Xiao Nianxi picked up the cut of the wooden bench on the ground and placed it against the wall.

"Old man, let's talk about it in detail, what did the Baiyang Sect you mentioned do that made you so resentful and excited. ”

The old man bowed heavily, and said in a somewhat incoherent voice: "Down the river on this side of Qingshan, in addition to Fengqi Village, there are a total of six villages.

The cannibalistic sect? Xiao Nianxi's heart tightened, and his face was solemn.

"Our seven villages used to have good neighbors, and they lived a dull life on the cultivated land left by our ancestors, although they were not rich, but they were also enough to feed and wear."

The old man was preoccupied, and he was angry again,

"A long time ago, we knew that there was a Baiyang sect in the mountain, and the villagers used to say that the place where the immortals of the Bigu practiced and lived in it, where the fairy spirit was fragrant... Phew, bullshit immortals, these man-eating demons!"

The old man suddenly lost his temper.

"Old man, what do you mean when you say they eat people?" Xiao Nianxi said in a low tone.

Qiao'er was still young, she couldn't understand what her grandfather was referring to, she thought that there was a terrible monster coming to capture her and eat her, so she was afraid, and her little hands became colder and colder.