At the foot of Maoshan Mountain, there is a thatched hut deep in the woods.

A bonfire rose in the lobby of the thatched house, and three young men and the little boy named Xiaobao sat down around it.

Xiaobao pointed to the corner by the door and said, "There is a little potato there, I brought it, you can go and bake it yourself." ”

Tang Wenyuan walked over and brought a lot of potatoes, and everyone began to roast potatoes around the bonfire.

The little boy took out a lotus leaf bag from his arms, took out a piece of meat from the bag, chose a clean branch and rubbed it again and again, and then carefully put the meat on the fire with a branch and roasted it, roasted it for a while and put it to his mouth to smell it, and said, "It's not fragrant, it's not delicious, I don't like it." Then he put it on the fire and roasted it again, and then put it to his mouth and smelled it, nodded and said, "Well, it's very fragrant, not bad!"

Seeing him barbecue so seriously, everyone thought that he was a well-eaten person, and when they saw him walking out of the door with the roasted meat, they thought that he had given the meat to the little girl in the treetops or the hero on the roof. Who knew that he took the piece of meat and walked to the door and called out the door: "Xiaohua, where have you been? Come and eat something delicious." ”

In the dark, a little yellow dog, covered with golden fur without a single variegated color, lean body, dark and shining eyes, four yellow paws like four blooming plum blossoms, pouting a golden tail and swaying leisurely walked in, looking up at the little master in front of him.

The little girl in the treetop outside the door said, "How many times have I told you, it should be called Xiaobao." It has no miscellaneous hair on its body at all, where does it come from? ”

Xiaobao: "Come, good baby, eat the good things that my brother prepared for you first." Xiaobao put the meat in his hand into the mouth of the little yellow dog, and the little yellow dog began to eat beautifully.

The little girl on the treetop outside the door said again: "Look, you yourself call him a good baby, let's call him Xiaobao." ”

Xiaobao squatted down and touched the little yellow dog's head and said, "People are called Xiaohua, right?"

The little yellow dog nodded as if he understood.

Xiaobao touched the little yellow dog's head and continued: "Go and tell my sister, people will call Xiaohua, Xiaohua." ”

Xiaohua obediently walked to the door, but instead of screaming, she pricked up her ears, straightened up and stared into the darkness in the distance, and suddenly let out a cry of "Wang, Wang, Wang".

The little girl on the treetop outside the door shouted: "Don't come out of you or the room, the other party is coming, it seems that it is not simple." ”

Xiaobao: "Sister, be careful, they are three of them." ”

Little girl: "Yes. ”

Xiaobao touched the little yellow dog's head and said, "Stay at the door, watch carefully, and watch my sister don't hurt people." ”

The little yellow dog wagged his tail and walked to the door, leaning on the threshold and staring into the distance.

Xiaobao returned to the bonfire, sat down around the bonfire with three young people, and said, "Don't be afraid, my sister is here, and my Ah Huang."

Tang Wenyuan: "Who is Ah Huang?"

Xiaobao: "I'm sorry, Xiaohua is my sister, the best sister, the one at the door should be called Ah Huang." ”

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and there was only the dog named Xiaohua at the door.

Tang Wenyuan: "Oh, it's a small flower, is it useful?" ”

Xiaobao smiled happily, clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, it's called Xiaohua." It's smart, there were three people just now, and my sister didn't notice it, so it knew first. The other party is certainly not simple. Be obedient, sit here and don't move, I'm here. "Xiaobao is still so cute and old-fashioned when he speaks.

The sky was about to break, and a few remnant stars were shrouded in a silver-gray veil, gray everywhere, and the silence around was terrifying. Although the bonfire was slowly warming up, the cold autumn breeze outside in the morning was still cold.

Everyone sat quietly around the campfire, quietly waiting for the dawn. Suddenly, Tang Wenzhen stood up with her sword in her hand, stared at the door, and walked out. Tang Wenyuan pulled him, but he didn't realize it and continued to walk forward.

Tang Wenyuan's face changed suddenly, and he stood up and wanted to hold her, but he didn't.

Tang Wenyuan took out his steps, flew in front of Tang Wenzhen with a leap, stretched out his arms and shouted, "Don't go out!"

Tang Wenzhen: "Look at my brother!"

Tang Wenyuan: "Come back!

"Get out of the way!" As soon as the two words were spit out, the sword in Tang Wenzhen's hand had already stabbed towards Tang Wenyuan.

Tang Wenyuan drew his sword and returned the move, and a sword crane flew to Xiangyu just unfolded.

Xiaobao shouted: "He was tricked by someone, this is an illusion, you can't fight back, it will hurt his life." ”

When Tang Wenyuan heard this, he was so frightened that he hurriedly retracted that move, and he flew into the sky. This move made enough strength, and forcibly withdrew it so that the sword qi reverberated in his chest and lungs, and he didn't catch his breath for a long time.

Everyone watched Tang Wenzhen walk out of the hall and into the gray sky before dawn, only to hear him keep muttering: "Good brother, I'm coming! Good brother, I'm coming!"

When Tang Wenzhen walked out of the hall, the night rain had already stopped, the autumn wind was still bleak, and there was no sound outside, only a little golden yellow dog, quietly following him, slowly stepping into the gray sky before dawn.

Suddenly, the little golden yellow dog let out a wild roar, like a lion, from behind Tang Wenzhen to his body, blocking in front of him, facing the gray sky with another roar, and then jumped up and pounced on the darkness.

With the roar of the little yellow dog, the little boy sitting by the campfire picked up a burning branch and threw it in the direction where the little yellow dog pounced.

The flaming branch streaked across the dark sky, causing the sky to suddenly light up.

I saw a person, dressed in white fluttering, holding a long sword in his arms, as if stepping on the burning branch and flying in the direction of the little yellow dog.

The man spun rapidly on the branches, and in the flash of lightning he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the roaring little yellow dog and held it in his arms. The little yellow dog seems to have met its owner and snuggled meekly into his arms. Then, almost at the same time, the man turned around and flew out with a shake of the scabbard with his right hand, and the sword in his right hand stabbed out a pear blossom with snow, and the burning branch suddenly exploded countless sparks, and everyone clearly saw three strong men holding long swords and wearing Western Regions uniforms standing opposite him.

The man in white made another move, and the pear blossoms flew and unfolded the sword flowers to stab the three of them, and the three of them did not show weakness, and shook off the sword in their hands to meet them.

Touching music sounded in the treetops, and three strong men with long swords and dressed in Western Regions uniforms stopped their progress, and the swords in their hands slowed down.

A sturdy young man holding a mixed iron rod slashed Huashan with one move, and the leader was a stick, and the three strong men holding long swords and wearing Western Regions clothes were all attracted by the music, and they were intoxicated by the beautiful music, and the stick was about to fall on the top of the leader's head.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed, and the stick that was about to fall on top of his head was so shocked that he flew out with the stick.

A voice seemed to be in the sky, and it seemed to be right next to the ear: "Tell your dead old man, it's not fun!"

The voice was far away, the three people in front of him were gone, and the sky in the east was already a miserable white, and then a dazzling light slowly rose in the east.

The little yellow dog walked up to the man in white with a scabbard in his mouth and wagging his tail, and Xiaobao came out of the thatched hut and shouted as he went, "Xiaohua, don't help him pick it up in the future." Let him pretend to be chic and pick it up himself!"

A little girl with two big bows and two pigtails on the treetop flew down, picked up the little yellow dog, stroked it, and said: "Oh, our little treasure is good, little treasure is obedient, listen to your brother, don't help that chic brother pick up things in the future!"