The sun had just set, and on the Lingfeng Stone Mansion, the girls and servants were busy one by one, hanging lanterns.

In the attic hall, Shen Yun sat on the table of the Eight Immortals, his hands pressed on the table, and his legs swayed back and forth freely.

In the bedroom not far away, Xue Ling slept alone at the end of the bed, tucking her little head under her big fluffy tail, and her small body was balanced together.

The recovery power of the immortal cultivator is amazing, after a few days of effort, Shen Yun's wound has already scarred, and there are many large and small scars on his body, which is undoubtedly the largest.

Gently touching the location of the scar, he sighed secretly: "In the final analysis, I was careless." ”

Helplessly, Shen Yun was born with a big strip and was not a cautious person at all.

Although I often warn myself and feel a lot more careful, in fact, compared to most immortal cultivators, I am really sloppy.

Shi Qiulan said that it was best for immortal cultivators to be indistinguishable from joy and anger, and Shen Yun couldn't do it either, he was not a scheming person at all.

"It's nothing, if you can't do it, you can't do it, you can cry if you want to, you can laugh if you want to, how good!" Shen Yun scratched his head and comforted himself.

Xuan sighed again, and warned himself again: "You still have to be more cautious in the future, otherwise Li Xianfeng will be my end......"

Shen Yun's face was bitter, the world of immortal cultivators was very cruel, and he had known this for a long time.

However, this incident taught him a vivid and uninteresting lesson, and made the word cruel concrete in his mind.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the lanterns in the small courtyard gradually lit up, and the faint light entered the attic through the windows, giving the dim room a glimmer of light.

Shen Yun jumped off the table and walked to the bedroom.

Shi Qiulan once said that in order to cultivate resources and treasures, immortal cultivators are prone to fights, and even relatives and friends may turn against each other.

Shen Yun sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroked Xue Ling's smooth, fluffy and warm fur, and muttered, "This may not be, just like me and Xue Ling will not have a conflict over this." ”

Xue Ling's eyes widened, and then she closed it again, obviously blaming Shen Yun for disturbing her sweet dream.

"Get up, let's go to dinner. Shen Yun shook his head helplessly, and scratched Xue Ling's back again.

"Chirp. Xue Ling jumped up when she heard the voice, full of energy.

Shen Yun smiled, took Xue Ling with him, walked to the door, and muttered to himself: "It's time to explore Xiaosong Mountain, I don't believe that if it has nothing to do with immortal cultivation resources, Sun Qia will go to spend so much money." ”

The sky is dark, but there are many lanterns hanging along the way, which illuminate the bluestone path very brightly.

A gust of cold wind shook the red lantern and shone the dark pupils on the ground.

Shen Yun walked along the path to the familiar restaurant, pushed open the door of the restaurant, and immediately felt a sense of warmth, bypassing a quaint landscape painting Nanmu screen.

I saw that under the butter giant candle, Shi Qiulan was sitting there early, drinking tea leisurely.

This is very rare, and it is usually almost always Shen Yun and Xue Ling who arrive here first.

"Chirp. Xue Ling was not slow, and quickly scurried up to her small table.

Before Shen Yun could say hello, he saw Shi Qiulan raise his head and said with a smile, "I have good news for you." ”

"Oh?" Shen Yun looked curious, walked to his seat and sat down, and asked, "What good news?"

Shi Qiulan smiled: "There is a message from the Money Gang, Aunt Li is ......"

"What! have you found Aunt Li?" Shen Yunteng stood up suddenly, and when he saw Shi Qiulan nodding, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then sat down.

After coming to Shifu, Shen Yun asked Shi Qiulan to help find Aunt Li and Sister Ling'er through the huge gang force.

For this reason, he also specially painted a portrait, Shen Yun was not good at Danqing, and he thought of a way at that time, which was to use his divine sense to depict in the jade slip, which was simple, his heart moved at will, and the portrait was lifelike.

Then Shi Qiulan took the jade slip to find other families and asked an immortal cultivator who was good at painting to help paint the portrait.

The news of Aunt Li was not long in coming, she went to her daughter, but later the plague broke out, and her daughter and son-in-law died in the disaster, and Aunt Li fled with her young granddaughter and disappeared......

Several servants brought food boxes and busily put the food on the table, and the restaurant was suddenly filled with a rich aroma of roast suckling pig.

Xue Ling chirped excitedly, this is what she loves to eat.

Shen Yun was unconscious, and he heard Shi Qiulan's voice faintly.

"Brother Shen still remembers that smiling tiger, right? It was found by his subordinates, and now they are on their way to pick up Aunt Li, and they will arrive in about three days. ”

Shen Yun woke up like a dream, nodded again and again, and said with a smile: "Then I have to thank him well." ”

Shi Jin walked in, only to see that except for the old lady, there was half a roast suckling pig on the table for each person, with a strong fragrance, Xue Ling just opened his mouth and took a bite, but he shrank his mouth hotly, and unwillingly put his small mouth forward again.

And my sister was talking to Shen Yun, so she quietly walked to her seat.

Shi Qiulan smiled lightly, shook her head lightly and said, "This Brother Shen doesn't have to worry about it, it has already been arranged." ”

Seeing that the patriarch was so meticulous, Shen Yun hurriedly got up and thanked him.

"After a few days to settle Aunt Li, how about we go to Xiaosong Mountain to find out?" Shi Qiulan thoughtfully proposed.

Shen Yun nodded with a smile.

Shi Jin, who was gnawing on the side with a greasy mouth, hurriedly swallowed the barbecue in his mouth, and wiped his mouth again, making half of his face full of oil, he ignored it and shouted anxiously: "Sister, I want to go too." ”

Shi Qiulan glanced at Shi Jin angrily: "I didn't say I wouldn't take you there." ”

"Hey, hey. ”

......

In December, it was bitterly cold, the cold wind was howling, and it was as cold as a knife.

This is an old thatched hut, only a foot in circumference, the dim oil lamp, the cold wind blowing through the crack in the door, flashing and flashing, shining on Aunt Li's shadow, also flickering.

Aunt Li is nearly sixty years old, wearing a gray linen dress, her face is full of wrinkles, she is frowning, very haggard.

Sitting on a small wooden bench, with the help of the faint light, carefully holding the soles of his shoes.

There is still a low bed made of mud in the hut, which makes this small space crowded.

The tattered futon on the bed was slightly bulging, and a thin little girl of about five years old was curled up and sleeping in it. Through the torn quilt, it was clearly visible that she had a splint on one of her arms, hanging a suspender, and there were still undried tears in the corners of the little girl's eyes.

The cold wind whined outside, like the cry of a monster.

Aunt Li put down the soles of her shoes, rubbed her sore waist, and looked at the little girl on the bed with pity.

She can't stop yet, as long as she can finish the work of the master's house, there will be enough silver taels for the little girl to survive this winter.

With a soft sigh, he picked up the needle and thread again and got busy.

Time passes slowly.

Suddenly, a slightly crying children's voice came: "Grandma, it hurts." ”

Aunt Li felt sour in her heart, hurriedly got up and walked over, patted the little girl on the back pityingly, hummed an unknown tune, and coaxed softly: "Fei'er, be ......"

The little girl's little brows were tightly furrowed, and in her hazy eyes, crystal tears were rolling, but in Aunt Li's familiar voice, her face gradually stretched and slowly fell asleep.

Aunt Li looked at Fei'er's thin and immature face, as if she saw her daughter when she was young.

The plague god took away his daughter and son-in-law, and the son-in-law left first......

Thinking of her daughter coughing up blood, crying and screaming to take the little girl to escape, leave her alone, Aunt Li's heart was like being cut.

Gently wiped the tears from the corners of Fei'er's eyes, and when she saw the little girl moving, she hurriedly hummed while patting.

She and Fei'er don't know how many plague-stricken villages they have passed by, and the sky has mercy on them, neither the old nor the young have been infected with the epidemic.

Begging all the way, fleeing all the way, until the weather became colder, and she passed through the village for many days without seeing a dead person, she knew that the nightmare was finally over.

In this small mountain village, Aunt Li met a kind master, not only gave such a thatched hut to live, but also gave a job, and never owed wages.

Helping during the day and doing some needlework at night, after a year, she has enough confidence to survive with Fei'er.

"Good intentions are rewarded. He muttered softly.

Seeing that the little girl was asleep, she tiptoed to the stool and continued to do her work, but between her eyebrows, a trace of sorrow could not be dissolved. Because the peaceful and stable life was broken just a few days ago!