“......”

Time flowed in silence, and the poor mosquito trembled with fear, but he never paid any attention to it. The faint scent of medicine gradually overshadowed the decay in the forest, and the silence began to become peaceful.

The medicine was very effective, and the abscess on Mo Xian and Xia Xun's bodies subsided quickly, and it didn't take long for the original human form to be seen. It's just that the exertion makes them have to close their eyes and take a break. The clouds in the sky can't see the scenery on the ground, and the surging Gongjiang River can't pass through the majestic mountains. Canyons, which have been untouched for decades, are quietly rewriting the history of the next few hundred years. Perhaps, this is God's arrangement. Because, only in this way, it is likely to become a story worth scrutinizing.

With the passage of time...

About two or three hours later, dusk was coming to an end.

A simple voice of vicissitudes suddenly came from the tidal fog in the distance...

"The red glow reflects the mountains and rivers... The sunset sends a lonely wind a little, and the birds return to their nests. Where are the people steaming the rice... Who smells the bonfire in the deep mountains..."

The leisurely and slow poems do not seem abrupt in the tranquility, just like an old man who has just chopped wood down the mountain to pass the time on the way home. However, it is unusually abrupt, because the strange canyon should not exist in such a leisurely place. So much so that Xia Xun and Mo Xian, who were resting, woke up from their sleep. Awakened but not much surprised, casually looked, in the tidal fog behind the big locust tree, there was a figure lazily walking towards this side, and the leisurely poem was sung by him.

It was an old man.

The shrimp-like waist pole caused him to walk with little step, and a three-foot Qingfeng sword was used by him as a crutch, slamming the ground step by step. A sika deer almost the size of him was carried on his shoulder, seemingly struggling but still walking steadily. The corpse mosquitoes in the tidal mist have a natural greed for blood, and they can be heard from the growing "buzzing" sound that they have gone crazy again, and their scarlet eyes are staring at the prey passing in front of them, but only staring. Inside the confinement of the belly, from beginning to end, they did not dare to move.

"Is that him?"

"Return, return, return, I wish to be a mu citizen for more than a year. The breeze and the moon are in my arms, and the ape crane listens to me and strokes the piano..."

The person who came was a hunchbacked old man in the row, Xia Xun and Mo Xian had seen him a few days ago, but he was walking around so fast at that time, Mo Xian didn't catch up with him. And now he came uninvited, but the two of them were a little confused.

"The way of heaven often mutates, and the number of fortunes is hard to find. ”

"Success or failure lies in people's plans, and a promise is exhausted. ”

"Da~"

The hunchbacked old man walked out of the tide and fog slowly, and walked under the big locust tree where Xia Xun and Mo Xian were, and he interrupted himself before the melody of the poem was finished.

Throwing the sika deer on his shoulder on the ground with one hand, hunched his waist, and said to Xia Xun Yin with a smile on his face: "Little doll, the roast goose you made a few days ago is fragrant, and it will spoil the old brothers and sisters." Today, let's take a deer, why don't you cook for the old man?"

"Uh..."

The so-called nothing is not to go to the Three Treasures Palace, and there must be something to ask for when you go to the palace, Xia Xun knows it.

However, he didn't expect this old man to play cards out of common sense, and actually begged for food when he opened his mouth, which made people wonder a lot. It's just that Xia Xun already knew in his heart who was coming, and knew that he wouldn't have any crooked thoughts, so he glanced at Mo Xian, wanted to go for a while, and immediately responded to it.

"What flavor do you want to eat?"

"Braised is the best. ”

"Oh, then I'll go collect the firewood. ”

"Haha, tired. ”

"Don't bother. ”

The plot change is a little abrupt, as if several people have known each other for a long time, and they are not polite to each other. The questions and answers are like the conversations between the guys and the diners in the building.

Xia Xun got up and patted his buttocks, and walked to the pile of dead branches around him. After Xia Xun got up, the hunchbacked old man turned his face to look at Mo Xian with a smile, and firmly inserted the three-foot Qingfeng sword that he used as a crutch in front of Mo Xian.

"Your sword. ”

"Thanks. ”

"Oh~"

Mo Xian looked up at the hunchbacked old man, casually pulled out the Qingfeng sword from the ground, inserted it back into the scabbard on his back, and did not answer again.

The hunchbacked old man was unceremonious, rolled up his sackcloth sleeves and swept away the stones on the ground, and sat directly cross-legged next to Mo Xian. One hand slapped on the thigh of Mo Xian's cross-sitting, squinted at the back of Xia Xun picking up firewood, sighed and smiled: "Young is capital, I was bitten with such a pimple, and when I woke up, I was alive again, which is really enviable." ”

“......”

For strangers' politeness, Mo Xian basically doesn't choose to deal with it. Therefore, at this moment, the only person who can talk to the hunchbacked old man is Xia Xun. He hunched his waist and picked up the trunk branch, turned his back to the two of them, and replied lightly: "Uncle is telling a joke, right? A few days ago, my senior brother and I chased you for half of the forest and didn't chase you, your body is hard, and our dolls are incomparable." Moreover, there are no deer in this mountain, you specially went to the outside of the mountain to beat the deer to cook a braised deer for me, this old man is not a small skill. ”

"Hehe, really good at talking. ”

The hunchbacked old man smiled and shook his head: "How simple is it for you to chase my old bones?

The old man's words were a little interesting, and Xia Xun heard it.

This chase is not the other chasing, it is chasing and chasing backwards. It was Xia Xun and Mo who entered the canyon and forced the old man to turn his head upside down and chase after their butts. Xia Xun saw it thoroughly, didn't go to the road, shook his head with a smile silently, and didn't pay attention to the old man's words.

Seeing that Xia Xun couldn't find the road, the hunchbacked old man didn't seem to be so anxious to say something. Instead, he turned his face sideways, clicked on the Qingfeng sword behind Mo Xian with his free hand, and said with a smile: "Little doll, the sword is a good sword, but the Qingfeng sword body is too thin and polished too rough and easy to break." I think you'll have to fight again in a few days. ”

The topic inexplicably changed to himself, and Mo Xian didn't feel very comfortable, and responded coldly: "Oh." ”

"Why don't I introduce you to a shop?"

"Whatever you want. ”

"Hehe, how can you forge a sword at will?"

Mo Xian's coldness didn't embarrass the hunchbacked old man at all, and he still had a hot face attached to Mo Xian's cold buttocks. He said to himself with a smile: "I might as well tell you directly, in this shop I introduced to you, they are all first-class swordsmiths, if there is no acquaintance to introduce them, no matter how much silver you have, don't want to invite them." If it weren't for the old man and my youth, they would have had some relationship, and they wouldn't have been able to call it. So, I don't like to hear your nonsense. ”

"It's too far. ”

"Oh?"

The hunchbacked old man was a little suspicious: "Do you know where the shop is?"

Mo Xian glanced at the old man angrily, and said coldly, "On the shore of Yangzhou Lake, Tibetan Sword Villa." ”

"Hehe, then you're wrong. ”

The hunchbacked old man stretched out a finger, swayed it again and again, and said with a smile: "Although the Tibetan Sword Villa is unparalleled in its hidden swords, the art of forging swords is not perfect. It's right to ask for a world-famous sword to find them, but you can go there if you cast a world-famous sword..."

"You're talking about Zhenwu Mountain, right?"

"Smack~"

Before the hunchbacked old man finished speaking, Xia Xun, who came back from collecting firewood, directly cut off his sale. The firewood was thrown on the ground, patted the dust on his hands, and without giving the old man a chance to speak, he continued: "Uncle's kindness, the younger brother understands it." It's just that Zhenwu Mountain is so high, I'm afraid we won't be able to go down if we can go up. If you have a relationship, that's also your relationship, and we don't have that much face. ”

With that, Xia Xun squatted down, picked out a few thick branches from the dry firewood on the ground, and skillfully set up a tripod. The hunchbacked old man was not idle, rubbed his legs forward, and reached out to help select some tiny dry branches to pad under the tripod to form the shape of a campfire. At the same time, he said casually: "There is no hindrance, there is no hindrance, the so-called mountain is not high, there is a fairy, there is a name, and the water is not deep, and there is a dragon and a spirit." No matter how good the material is, if there is no famous guide, I am afraid it will inevitably be flawed. If you wait until you find a flaw and try to fix it, it will be too late. The face is worth a few silvers, and if you can invite someone, that's the real thing. ”

"You're right, but..."

With the old man helping to take a hand, Xia Xun didn't bother to care about firewood. took out a knife from his arms, dragged the sika deer brought by the old man, and neatly stabbed the deer's belly with a few knives, disemboweling and disemboweling.

"But I still think that this matter depends on chance, and I can't force it. ”

"Chaos is coming. ”

"We know. ”

"And how long do you want to wait?"

The knife was disemboweled, the visceral mucosa was lightly cut, two prepared wooden jars were taken out, and the blood flowing from the deer's heart was filled with each other, and set aside, before continuing to dissect the remaining deer carcass. Every time Xia Xun cut it just right, no more, no less, no less drop of the knife is just at the joint position of the deer bone, which is very accurate and effortless. While the knife fell, Xia Xun shook his head and said, "I don't know what to wait for, but I am sure that it will never be now, after all, the identities of senior brother and I are very embarrassing, you know this." ”

"You're thinking too much, aren't you?"

The hunchbacked old man was angry and funny.

Looking at Mo Xian who was sitting under the locust tree resting without a trace, he saw his indifferent appearance as if the content of the conversation here had nothing to do with him, which made the hunchbacked old man even more depressed.

He then persuaded: "You are juniors, the woman in Zhenwushan is an elder, according to the seniority, you should call her aunt and grandmother, there is this feeling, even if she holds a grudge, how can she not be involved in your generation?

Xia Xun still shook his head: "It's not this problem. ”

The old man frowned and was puzzled: "What's the problem?"

"It doesn't make sense..."

A deer corpse was decomposed into seven, seven, eight or eight by Xia Xun in three or two clicks, and the skin returned to the skin, the legs returned to the legs, and the internal organs returned to the internal organs, all of which were placed on a mat made of locust leaves. After the whole fawn was processed, Xia Xun washed his hands a little with the dew he collected, took the two wooden jars containing the blood of the deer and stood up, and walked to the big mosquito that was tied to the tree by the five flowers. He first flicked the back shell of the mosquito with his fingers, observed its reaction for a moment, and then poured the deer blood into the mosquito queen's big mouth little by little.

At first, the mosquito queen struggled hard, but then she seemed to feel that Xia Xun was not malicious, and she panicked and fell with the blood, and she was a little weaker.

Seeing the mosquito queen's bloodthirsty mouth, Xia Xun went back to the hunchbacked old man's previous question: "Back then, the two elders of our family offended others so badly, they slapped their butts and ran away, this is their debt. Decades of old accounts have not yet been settled, and now we as juniors have to go up the mountain to find someone else on credit, this cheeky is inevitably too thick-skinned, right? Besides, even if people are willing to give us an account on credit, then what will we use to pay off this account? The new account is added to the old account, and even the principal and interest are brought together, even if we arrest my senior brother and I to dig ten lifetimes of spiritual mines, we will not be able to pay it off. Knowing that you can't pay it but still looking for someone to take credit, this is called deception, and the reason doesn't make sense. ”

As he spoke, he slowed down.

The spilled blood dripped into the dust, like red flowers blooming in the mud. The hideous mouth couldn't drink the blood, but it still desperately allowed to suck the air. Xia Xun threw the poured wooden jar to the ground, and flicked the back shell of the mosquito. said lightly: "As for you, you wanted to kill me and drink blood, but I was arrested, but I didn't kill you but still raised you, this is a great kindness." Whether you are a human being or a mosquito, you have to repay your kindness and repay your debts, this is reasonable, you know?"

words, don't mean anything.

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