The barren mountain is lonely, and in the dark forest, in a dilapidated mountain temple, a little fire is swaying, pulling out a long shadow, like a ghost shaking. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Outside the temple, the rain poured down, and it was pouring down, and you could already hear the rain gathering into a torrent raging in the mountains and forests, rumbling like an earthquake.

Beep beep beep.

The sound of firewood crackling sounded, and a roasted golden pheasant shimmered with oil, and the rich fragrance wafted in wisps, making people's appetite move.

Suddenly, Ye Qingguan raised his head and looked at the temple gate.

An emaciated body staggered in, wearing shabby coarse linen clothes, no shoes, covered with mud, some yellow hair was wet by the rain, sticking to the face, indescribably embarrassed, with a one-foot-long wooden sword pinned to his waist, when he saw Ye Qingguan, his head instinctively shrank, and he was a little timid.

After Ye Qingguan glanced at him, he withdrew his gaze.

It is not surprising to see such orphaned beggars in the barren mountains, although Dahua is strong, but it has never been able to avoid such a situation.

Seeing that Ye Qingguan didn't pay attention to him, the boy walked in boldly, shrank to the corner of the wall, huddled together with his arms, and trembled.

Ye Qingguan glanced up at him, paused and said, "Come and bake for a while." ”

The little boy was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't believe his ears, and he was stunned for a long time before he reacted, moved his petite body, walked over with a cower, and sat down at a distance.

Cuckoo.

A strange voice suddenly sounded, Ye Qingguan glanced at the little boy, making the little boy embarrassed for a while, and his head was about to be buried in his chest.

The pheasant was finally roasted, Ye Qingguan blew a breath, tore off a fat chicken leg and handed it to the little boy, asking about the rich aroma of meat, the boy raised his head and looked at Ye Qingguan in disbelief, flattered.

Seeing Ye Qingguan nodding his head, he hesitated to take the chicken leg, and after taking a bite, he began to gobble it up, eating it in three or two clicks, and still couldn't finish grinding the bones and eating them.

Ye Qingguan was slightly stunned, then tore off another chicken leg and handed it to him, the little boy was a little embarrassed, but the taste of the meat was too intoxicating for him, and after taking it, he had a wild meal.

Most of the pheasants were eaten by the little boy alone, which made him look very embarrassed, but after seeing that Ye Qingguan had no expression, he put his mind at ease, walked to the side again, and folded his arms into a ball.

After a long absence, he was full, and there was a warm flame, which was like heaven for him, and he soon fell asleep with a deep sense of sleep.

After a night of silence, the little boy opened his eyes the next day and found that Ye Qingguan was no longer there, but there was still a pheasant on the fire, wafting with an attractive fragrance, which made him stare at it for a long time.

The experience of the mountain temple last night was just a small episode, Ye Qingguan came to a rather prosperous small city at this time, ready to inquire about the news and was preparing to go on the road.

This is already the border of the south of the Yangtze River, and the convergence of large and small roads makes it seem quite lively here, such a city generally has the rudder of Baixiaomen, and Ye Qingguan is ready to buy some of the latest news here.

Walking into the city, Ye Qingguan soon inquired about the location of Baixiaomen, and after bypassing a few streets, he came to the signboard of Baixiaomen.

Bang bang bang!

knocked on the window, a head was exposed, and he looked at Ye Qingguan expressionlessly: "What news do you want to buy?"

"The latest news from Su Xiaobai and Changbai Seven Swords. Ye Qingguan said lightly.

"Two thousand taels of silver. Ye Qingguan took out two silver tickets of one thousand taels and handed them over, feeling a little smacked in his heart, Bai Xiaomen's method of collecting money is really terrible, and he doesn't know how much money he can make in a day.

After a while, a bag was handed out, and the man looked at Ye Qingguan and said, "You should know the rules of Baixiaomen, right?"

"Yes, it won't be passed on. Ye Qingguan nodded, and left here with the bag.

Coming to a restaurant, Ye Qingguan ordered a few side dishes, then opened the bag and read it carefully, after reading it, Ye Qingguan's eyebrows had already wrinkled into Sichuan characters, he didn't expect Su Xiaobai's encounter to be so dangerous, if it weren't for the internal strength of his sword blind man for fifty or sixty years, he was afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

But even so, his current situation is not optimistic, he was chased and killed by Zang Feng three days ago, and later met the second senior brother of Changbai Mountain, so he escaped together.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he couldn't take care of the food, Ye Qingguan threw down a silver ingot, and got up and left the restaurant.

Carrying a bamboo basket and an ancient sword, Ye Qingguan walked outside the city gate, and when he walked to the main street, a group of people came to him, fierce and vicious, five big and three coarse, and a fierce aura came to his face.

On their backs, they carried sacks, and they didn't know what they contained, which were strangely shaped.

Ye Qingguan just glanced at it, then stopped paying attention, and raised his feet and walked towards the city gate.

But the moment he passed by them, there was a clang, and something fell to the ground, Ye Qingguan swept away, and his footsteps suddenly stopped there.

It was a wooden sword, only a foot long, and crudely workmanlike, but it was very familiar, the belongings of the little boy he had met at the mountain temple last night.

Ye Qingguan suddenly understood that this group of people should be human traffickers, and somehow ran into the little boy and looted him here.

Ignoring it, waiting for the group of people to go away, Ye Qingguan turned around, followed them from a distance, and finally came to a compound.

"Third child, you're finally here, how many do you bring back?" Hearing the movement outside the door, a rough voice came from the courtyard.

"I was unlucky, I ran into a whole line of officers and soldiers, and only brought back six. Among the big men that Ye Qingguan followed, the first one said loudly.

"Damn, there are only thirty of them, and there are fifty of them, and I will bring them over tomorrow, where can I find so many people. The big man in the courtyard scolded and scolded.

Ye Qingguan hid in the dark, and saw the group of big men put down the sacks on their backs, untied them, and poured out the children one by one, and the little boy Ye Qingguan met was among them.

Suddenly, the little boy pounced on the nearest big man, opened his mouth and bit him on the arm.

"Ahh

The force of this slap was so great that the little boy was slapped out on the spot, his cheeks were red and swollen, and his mouth was full of blood.

But he struggled to stand up, and threw himself at the big man again: "Give me back the wooden sword, return me the wooden sword!"

Ye Qingguan was slightly stunned, he didn't expect the little boy to bite the big man, it was just for his own wooden sword, he looked down at his hand, and the rough wooden sword was in his hand.

In the past, there seemed to be a little beggar who liked wooden swords, but that little beggar was a girl, and she hadn't seen her for a long, long time.

Ye Qingguan was a little distracted for a while.