"You big lazy worm, the sun is drying your buttocks, hehe..."Early in the morning, Cao Ying sat in front of Xuanyuan Xiang's bed, and her little hands scratched Xuanyuan Xiang.

"Don't... Don't scratch, Xiaoying, I, haha, I... I can't stand it, haha..."Xuanyuan Xiang twisted his limbs and tried to avoid Cao Ying's little hands.

"Hurry, hurry up, I wake up so late every day, and I'll have to go out to play in a while." Cao Ying saw that Xuanyuan Xiang woke up, and stopped scratching him, and said with a smile as she walked out.

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"Okay, Xiaoying, let's go to the market today. After a while, Xuanyuan Xiang got dressed and walked into the courtyard. said to Cao Ying on the side.

"Okay, I'm going to eat sugar gourds. With that, the two children jumped out of the house. In the courtyard, Xuanyuan Xiang's mother looked at the figures of the two children alone and sighed softly. Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me, "Cai'er, why are you sighing?" Xuanyuan Xiangniang froze slightly, looked back at the man behind her, and said angrily, "Brother Ao, when did you come, I was scared to death." I don't know when a man stood behind Yang Caier, grabbed her slender waist, and the two snuggled together. This man is Xuanyuan Xiang's father, and he has a good name - Yun Ao, no, it should be called Xuanyuan Ao now. This man, no matter how he looks, does not look like a complete farmer, he does not have dark skin, and even his skin is slightly white. There are no calluses on his hands that have been working all year round, his square face, two slightly raised thick eyebrows, and his tall and strong posture suddenly look a little different from the farmer. Look at Xuanyuan Xiang and his mother, this woman named Yang Caier, although she is in her thirties, she does not look like a rural woman at all, and her face is not burnt by firewood, on the contrary, a palm-sized melon seed face is still very white and tender. The willow eyebrows are set against the deep eyes, and the smile on the corner of the mouth is still charming. The years have not carved wrinkles on her face, like a young girl in the prime of her life. Although both of them were dressed in coarse cloth peasant clothes, they gave people the feeling of a fairy couple.

After a while, Xuanyuan Ao spoke: "Cai'er, why did you sigh just now?" "Brother Ao, you don't have to hide it from me, is Xiaoying going to the Emei faction." Yang Cai'er asked faintly. During the conversation, the two were still so snuggled together.

"How do you... Alas, yes, I didn't want you to know, for fear that you would think of those sad things again. Xuanyuan Ao no longer concealed it, and looked at the person in his arms with loving eyes, "I really don't know what Lao Cao thinks, sending Xiaoying to that shabby place, it is bitter and tired and I have to listen to those dull people." Xuanyuan said indignantly.

"Nonsense, you are not allowed to say this about my master, and the master and her old man. The woman in her arms hit the man and looked at the man tenderly. After a while, his eyes became dim again, and he muttered, "It's a pity that you and I are just a waste now..."

"Okay, it's no longer like those things, why do you think about it again. As he spoke, he let go of the man in his arms, stepped aside, picked up his hoe, and walked towards the door, "All right, I'm going to work in the field." Then he went out of the house; Looking at the back of Xuanyuan Ao's departure, Yang Caier sighed slightly and said alone: "I don't regret living such an idyllic life at all. After speaking, he was busy with the farm work in his hand.

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The market has long been full of people, although Qiandeng Town is very remote, this market is still not lively. In Qiandeng Town, a big river flows down from the mountains in the south of the town, flows slowly through the town, and flows slowly to the west of Chengdu City, therefore, there are many boats on the water, and there is also a small wharf next to the market, at this time there are many boats moored here, and there are two children sitting there on the side of the wharf, dipping their feet in the water, making layers of ripples.

"Brother Xiang, I'm leaving in a few days, and my father said that he would send me to the Emei faction in a few days. Cao Ying held a sugar gourd in her hand, her eyes staring at the water surface and refusing to move away, her eyes were a little faint and gloomy.

"Well, Xiaoying, remember to come back more often in the future, we are all in Qiandeng Town. Xuanyuan Xiang seemed to have accepted this fact after knowing it yesterday, so there was no big reaction at this time. The two children sat on the dock all the time, silent to each other, stirring the water with their little feet from time to time, watching the ripples on the water.

After a long time, there was a commotion in the market behind him, followed by a burst of shouting and scolding, and after waking up the two pensive children, Xuanyuan Xiang slowly stood up and looked at the market blankly. Suddenly, I saw a group of people in yellow brocade clothes walking out of the crowd, not with a hideous smile on their faces, but walking away as if no one was around. Then, on the other side of the crowd, a teenager pushed through the crowd and ran to the dock where they were, not accompanied by the sound of sobbing.

This young man's name is Song Ming, he is a friend of Xuanyuan Xiang, and the two of them are usually not good, but they often play together. Xuanyuan Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then he heard the crowd talking, and he also understood the ins and outs of the matter. The group of people who just left are the disciples of the Divine Leg Gate, they do more evil in the town on weekdays, relying on themselves to practice some martial arts, and they do all kinds of evil on weekdays; just now these disciples of the Divine Leg Gate smashed the shop that the Song Ming family relied on for their survival to smash it to pieces, and everyone watched, but they couldn't help, and they were afraid of their martial arts.

This Divine Leg Gate was originally a small gang in the southwest region, but because of the more powerful leg method, it is called the Divine Leg Gate, and this back and forth has also made some reputation, and now this Divine Leg Gate is not as good as the Emei faction, Qingcheng faction and other big factions, but also has some reputation in the martial arts. However, it is said that the ancestor of the Shenleg Gate was originally a thief in the southwest at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and this disciple of the Shenleg Gate was not a chivalrous person, and his reputation was also average. The disciples of this Shenjiao Sect are also divided into two sects, the outer disciples are generally dressed in yellow brocade clothes, and their kung fu is also very shallow, and they are evil in this Qiandeng Town on weekdays; the martial arts of the inner disciples are not weak, but they are all in the sect in the southwest of Qiandeng Town-Cui Island. I haven't heard of anything evil.

"It's these Divine Leg disciples again, what's the difference between this and bullies. Xuanyuan Xiang looked at the scattered crowd, listened to their discussions, and saw this young man who was about his age but taller than them on the side, crying loudly on the side, and couldn't help but pull Cao Ying to his side, wanting to comfort him. As soon as he walked to his side, he felt a little sad when he looked at this young man who was a head taller than himself, but before he could speak, he heard someone behind him shouting: "Song Ming, I have a way to deal with this group of bullies." After speaking, I saw that a person had run to his side, this young man was Yu Xing, he is only two or three years older than Xuanyuan Xiang now, only fifteen or six years old; The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, looking very proud.