Chapter 90

When the thin figure appeared in her somewhat dry eyes, the little girl was overjoyed and trotted all the way up to meet her.

She stood in front of the young monk, who grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth,

He said softly: "Xu Xiaoxian of the Bulao Cave of Pu Mountain, I can't forget the bowl of braised pork noodles in thick soup, the plate of sweet and sour garlic chopped peppers, and the wonderful lanterns of the girl, so I'm back." ”

The little girl hesitated for a moment, stretched out her hand to hold Xu Xiaoxian's arm a little shyly, and said crisply: "Childe, the girl's name is Lan Yue, and her surname is Jiaoli." ”

Lane Moon.

There are not many surnames in the corner.

Before Xu Xiaoxian went to Baopu Mountain, he followed the veteran Taoist Li Daniu from Dongsheng Shenzhou to Beiju Luzhou, all the way south for 90,000 miles, but he had never encountered this surname.

In Jiaoli, there is only a record of a few words in the historical book "History of the Road": "There is a Jiao clan after Jiang Taigong." ”

It should be the descendant of the ancient Jiang Shang, a branch of the surname Jiang.

Xu Xiaoxian let the little girl hold her arm, all the way into the noodle restaurant, the two found a table by the window and sat down, Xu Xiaoxian looked at the little girl with a hint of tiredness in the beauty, and chuckled: "I went on the flower boat last night, tasted the lanterns, and saw the Oiran, but I still think the lanterns of the girl in the corner are more beautiful." ”

Jiaoli Lanyue frowned for no reason, and said, "Which flower boat did Childe get on?"

Xu Xiaoxian didn't speak, looked up at the still attractive woman holding a large plate of food, and walked with a smile, after she put down the food, she made a good fortune, and then walked away, Xu Xiaoxian also smiled.

Two bowls of braised pork noodles, a plate of minced garlic and chili, a plate of Dong'anzi chicken, a plate of salted peanuts, a pot of tea, and a pot of old wine.

It's almost the same as last time, only one more bowl of noodles and a pot of old wine.

Jiaoli Lanyue filled a cup of tea for Xu Xiaoxian and asked, "Which flower boat did Childe get on, 'Pingju', 'Under the Moon', 'Looking Back', or 'Meeting'?"

Xu Xiaoxian didn't take the cup of small leaf green tea before the rain, but instead put a piece of fatty braised pork into his mouth, tasted it carefully, and responded vaguely: "I saw the Oiran Thirteen Niang." ”

Jiaoli Lanyue's brows furrowed even more, a touch of sharpness flashed in her eyes, and then she felt that it was inappropriate, and sighed: "It seems that the son has 'looked back', and he has also seen the 'eunuch' of 'Thirteen Niang' who has no eggs." ”

A eunuch without an egg?

Such rude words, from the mouth of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl with a delicate and beautiful face, there is a special and crazy flavor in it, like a piece of sweet and sour fish, and when you are about to put it into your mouth, you suddenly see a maggot struggling to get out of the sweet and sour sauce.

Xu Xiaoxian also caught the disdain and fierceness that flashed in Yaya's eyes, and asked rhetorically: "The girl in the corner has a grudge against that 'eunuch' thirteen niang. ”

At the age of eleven or twelve, he still couldn't get rid of the slightest trace of green Jiaoli Lanyue, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"My corner is with him, no, together, Dai, heaven. ”

Xu Xiaoxian sighed, uncorked the pot of old wine, poured it full, and then drank it all, only to feel that his throat was like a fire.

The old sake has a high degree and is also very fragrant, and it is supposed to be a 'grain sake' made from rice.

Xu Xiaoxian wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth, looked at the little girl, and said softly: "It just happened that I had some grievances with him." However, it is not a matter of sharing the sky. ”

Jiaoli Lanyue filled Xu Xiaoxian with another cup, and choked in her throat: "Xu Gongzi is going to kill him?"

Xu Xiaoxian shook his head, picked up a noodle with chopsticks, took a sip of soup, and swallowed it.

Jiaoli Lanyue sandwiched all the braised pork in her bowl into Xu Xiaoxian's noodle bowl, and when she saw Xu Xiaoxian shaking her head, she could no longer hold back the tears rolling in her eyes, and tears fell like rain in an instant, but she didn't cry, her eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth and said: "Lan Yue is willing to learn swords with her son, and go to the enemy with her own hands." ”

Xu Xiaoxian stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on the little girl's face, only to find that he couldn't wipe it clean, so he had to push the cup of small leaf green tea before the rain forward, and said softly:

"Yaya doesn't cry, I'm on the bank of the Kui River eighty miles outside the city, and I have broken the bones of the Thirteen Niang of the Drought Fish.

The grudge is over.

Life is like tea, after the bitterness, there is only sweetness left.

After drinking this cup of tea, all the grievances are over, Yaya might as well follow your mother's wishes, only practice words and no longer touch the sword. It's also very good. ”

Jiaoli Lanyue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her cuffs, grabbed the cup of old valley wine on the table, drank it all, and said with a smile: "Gongzi killed the thirteen mothers of the drought, Lanyue took Jiaoli to the family, and thanked Gongzi." ”

After drinking the glass of wine, Jiaoli Lanyue knelt down and kowtowed three times.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't help her, she easily got rid of the disaster in her heart, and the Jiaoli family didn't owe her anything.

It's just a coincidence.

Why didn't he help it, but the young monk didn't want her to feel that she owed herself any more.

People don't think about this thing, people who don't have hearts and lungs don't think about it, but when they meet people who value love and righteousness, they will bend their spine if they owe too much.

He didn't want to, and he didn't want to.

Xu Xiaoxian hesitated for a moment, but still sighed and put down a package, and turned around to leave the noodle shop.

The little girl named Lanyue and her delicate and lovely mother chased after her, and looked at the monk who hugged Pushan and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Jiaoli Lanyue trotted all the way, chasing the footsteps that she couldn't catch up with in her life, I don't know how far she chased, she finally got tired, leaned on a deciduous sycamore, stomped her feet and scolded: "Xu Xiaoxian, you bastard, you can't finish the noodles." ”

The beautiful lady sighed and turned back to the shop.

She knows that some people, once they choose to leave, will not come back.

It's like a cloud that follows the wind in the sky.

......

Yi day.

Early morning.

The autumn rain is continuous, densely woven obliquely, like cow hair felt.

A skinny girl carried a bag and an oil umbrella all the way south.

Before she went out, her mother smiled and told her, "He went south." It should be to Nanchu. ”

There were four things in her bag, all of which he had left behind.

A stack of silver tickets that is enough for a family of three to live carefree for a lifetime, she left some coils, and the rest were left to her mother, she wanted her mother to return to her hometown and live a peaceful life, but the restless sword heart in her heart did not allow her to accompany her mother to the end of her life.

She's going to learn the sword.

A golden armor, big or small in the hand, the armor body is engraved with two words 'Xuantian', and the regular script is filled with green.

She doesn't care if it's a baby, it's he who left it.

She tried to put it on, and it fitted perfectly.

The two jade slips, with flowing fireflies entwined inside, can't be seen really, like words, more like a wandering dragon, she knows that this is the practice left by the monk of Baopu Mountain.

A letter, wrapped in brown paper, was sealed.

Yu Jian didn't crush it.

She couldn't wait to open the letter, but it turned out to be empty.

He didn't say a word.