After nightfall, the drizzle stopped, the mist was hazy, the lights were bright, the halo circled, and the Liuyuan City was seen in the distance, like a mirage.

Although the huge Liuyuan City is prosperous, the southwest is close to the city wall, and the old Pengmen households that retain the marks of the years are connected to the walls one after another, and they are all poor families. The night is approaching the second watch, other places are still prosperous, red and green, but these poor people are going to bed early, they are not like rich and noble people, clothes to reach out for food to open their mouths, living a rich and noble Zhong Ming Ding food life, must be greedy for darkness and early morning, even light an oil lamp is reluctant, as an ordinary low-level grass people, often born with the children of the Wang family is very different from the hard life, can the ancestral tomb smoke and life is satisfactory is very little, I am afraid that there is no more than one household in a hundred households.

For example, in the rows of bamboo fence huts with rock sugar gourds, there is a dilapidated house that has not been inhabited for many years, and a pile of firewood in the house illuminates the whole hut, and the scolding and shouting from it provokes the local dogs raised by the surrounding people to bark for a while.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts...... You're going to die if you tap it!"

"Blame me?"

The little beggar pursed his lips, obviously in a loss, and could not refute it.

"When I first saw you, I thought you were quite clever and smart, but then I felt that you were stupid like a pig, and you have practiced martial arts for a few years, don't you even understand the common sense of some people who practice martial arts? The man in black's skill cultivation can't see the depth for you? You have to find your own way to die and go to the sea of swords and fires, what do you say you are tired of? Death squads? Charging into battle? Anyway, the flesh doesn't grow on me, and it's not me who hurts. ”

"Hmph, chirp crookedly like a. ”

"Girl, do you want to try it? Anyway, the lonely man and widow are now in the dead of night, and the time and place are favorable, so it would be a pity to waste the God-given opportunity. ”

The little beggar glanced coldly at the smiling young man and said disdainfully, "Hooligans." ”

He added: "Sure enough, none of you men are good." ”

"Aren't they almost all boys in your care?

"You have to take care of it!"

Nie Zhuang tucked with some guys, and said lightly: "Yes, we men are indeed not good things, so you yourself are good things?"

"I'm not a thing!"

Nie Zhuang laughed heartily, and the little beggar's face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "Bastard! Uncle Ben will kill you!"

"Come on, don't be an uncle, look at you, it's okay to disguise yourself as a woman, and you don't know if you live or die to take the throat sealing pill to change your voice, this kind of thing will lose your voice after taking it ten times, if you don't meet me, I see that you will be dumb and speechless, and there will be no place to cry." ”

"Shut up!"

"Be so loud, be careful that they are woken up by you. ”

“......”

The little beggar obediently closed his mouth, while Nie Zhuang placed the mashed herbs on pieces of bamboo, pasted them on the arms and wrists of the former, and then hissed and tore up the rags that he had picked up from nowhere and washed and dried over the fire, and bandaged his hands and feet skillfully. Nie Zhuang clapped his hands and said lightly: "Take off your clothes." ”

The little beggar instantly looked at the boy vigilantly.

The words he said were like water spilled out, and his hands couldn't be taken back, and the corners of Nie Zhuang's mouth, who felt that he had been misunderstood and wronged more than Dou E, twitched, and asked urgently: "What, don't you want to take back those ribs that were kicked and broken?"

The little beggar's little face was tangled, his face was slightly flushed, and he said in a weak mosquito voice: "That... Then you turn around. ”

Hurriedly said again: "If you peek, be careful that I gouge out your eyeballs!"

Nie Zhuang, who was speechless, rolled his eyes and turned away silently.

But the firelight is dim, and the reflection of every move is clearly visible, and Nie Zhuang is imaginative.

After a long time, the little beggar spoke extremely weakly, and said shyly: "Okay... All right. ”

Nie Zhuang turned around, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, he squatted indifferently in front of the little beggar who was dragging the clothes he took off and covering his chest, pasted the bamboo pieces on the latter's chest one by one, and then wrapped them with cloth and tied them. And the little beggar's breath was already disordered, and Nie Zhuang, who was busy restraining his hands, said unhappily: "Spit evenly, your chest is expanding like this, I can't do it." ”

The little beggar groaned at a loss.

But it still didn't help.

It was an easy blink of an eye, but it took a full moment.

After the incident, the little beggar who was actually his daughter's stomach was out of place and very unladylike, and he was embarrassed, and Nie Zhuang did not forget to fall into the well and joked to the former: "Yo, seeing that you act like a boy, I didn't expect that there would be a little girl's shy posture." ”

Nie Zhuang thought that there would be a cold remark, but he almost dropped his jaw, and the little beggar lowered his head and muttered, "Can you buy me something to eat, I'm really hungry." ”

Nie Zhuang said with a smile: "There was obviously some food before, but you want to save face and give it to Shunzi and them, are you not deceiving yourself?"

The little beggar tilted his mouth and snorted: "Who are you bullying? ”

As he spoke, he sulked and lay down to rest.

Nie Zhuang, who was out of luck, glanced at the little beggar who was deliberately turning his back to him sideways, and reluctantly got up and left the hut.

The little beggar, who was lying on the dry straw and pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, heard the creaking of the door, and even she didn't notice that she smiled quietly.

As soon as the tea was served, Nie Zhuang came back from outside, called out the hungry little beggar who couldn't sleep, and the two sat on the steps of the door. When the little beggar saw that the young man had brought back a hemp bag, he opened it and saw that it was full of cooked food that had just come out of the oven and was still warm, and the quality was different, looking at these cooked food with a sack, he could see at a glance which restaurant he had stolen it from, so he was surprised, but after a little thought, he was relieved, when he saw that he easily saved her and Shunzi from the hands of the man in black before he fell unconscious, then his martial arts must not be much worse. But the little beggar was inevitably a little surprised, it took two quarters of an hour to go back and forth to the nearest restaurant nearby, not to mention that he had to sneak into the kitchen, so good at his skills?

Nie Zhuang stretched out his hand and took out two braised pig's trotters from the sack, one for each person, the little beggar estimated that he disliked Nie Zhuang's dirty hands, coldly refused, squatted at the mouth of the sack and probed his brain to look left and right, sucking his index finger, probably hungry, looking at the hot food smelling fragrant, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with saliva from hunger, but he didn't take out a hot food for a long time, and repeatedly stretched out his hand and retracted it, tangled not good. Nie Zhuang, who was smiling on the side, drank the osmanthus wine stolen from the restaurant by the way, and caught a glimpse of the hesitant little beggar and said with a smile: "Afraid that I will take sweat medicine?"

The little beggar rolled his eyes at Nie Zhuang.

"Afraid I'm poisoned?"

The little beggar glanced at Nie Zhuang like an idiot.

Nie Zhuang's face twitched, as if he had guessed, and then he hurriedly said: "I'm afraid that no one wants to eat fat?"

The little beggar was like a kitten that had been stepped on by its tail, and this time he took out a chicken leg very decisively and sat there with his back to Nie Zhuang to eat.

Nie Zhuang "took advantage of the victory to pursue" and quipped: "You just looked at me with bad intentions for a long time, could it be that the little lady was saved by someone, and you plan to make a promise?"

The little beggar snorted three times in a row, and said with white eyes: "Shameless!"

Nie Zhuang didn't show weakness, drank the wine and slurred his speech, and said coldly: "It's better than you dying to save face and suffer crimes." ”

Here comes the little beggar's mantra: "I want you to take care of it!"

The little beggar who can take out the throat sealing pill that can change people's voice and color back into a female voice is much weaker than the male voice.

Nie Zhuang smiled, stretched out his hand to hand over the wine, touched the little beggar's shoulder, and asked, "Do you want to take a few sips?" ”

The little beggar didn't appreciate it, snorted, and said no, but after finishing speaking, he felt that his mouth was too fast, and he didn't speak through his brain. In fact, when Nie Zhuang opened the wine jar, the little beggar smelled the fragrant and refreshing osmanthus wine, and he was embarrassed to speak, especially Nie Zhuang did not forget to provoke and deliberately sigh after taking a sip of wine, which made the little beggar grit his teeth, and he wanted to bite the young man to death like a chicken leg in his hand.

In the end, it was the little beggar who was defeated first.

A jar of wine was almost drunk, most of it entered Nie Zhuang's stomach, the little beggar tasted a few mouthfuls and was a little drunk, his face was red, his appearance was funny, he was lying on his back on the ground, sleepy, looking at the misty night sky with half-open eyes, and he burst out of the sky for the first time: "Thank you." ”

Nie Zhuang was startled and stunned for a long time, "Did I hear it wrong?"

The little beggar ignored Nie Zhuang, covered his face with his hands, and his voice sounded a little dull: "No one has been so kind to me for a long time. ”

Then he turned sideways and turned his back to Nie Zhuang.

The two were silent for a long time, and the little beggar suddenly asked, "How did you do it then?"

The boy was eating by himself and did not answer her.

The little beggar didn't get to the bottom of it, and asked again: "You are about the same age as me, but your martial arts are so good, you must have come from a family, right? ”

Nie Zhuang was stunned, he didn't care about the word "master", but heard "Daddy", Daddy, what a strange feeling.

The little beggar who noticed that Nie Zhuang was as silent as a dumb man said unhappily: "Stingy ghost, drink cold water, and jump into the water with a bang." ”

Nie Zhuang, who came back to his senses, was speechless, okay, if I don't tell you, I'm a stingy ghost? Nie Zhuang then said indifferently: "I didn't know who my father and mother were since I was a child, but there was no one to guide me, and my skills were all learned by myself from the ghost gate again and again." ”

The little beggar felt guilty for accidentally revealing other people's scars, but he was thin-skinned and couldn't open his mouth, so he laughed and said: "Isn't this better, free, no one to restrain you, more free than a fairy." ”

Nie Zhuang shook his head with a smile, took a small sip of the few remaining drinks in the wine jar, and said casually: "You can eat a throat sealing pill worth more than 20 taels of silver as a popping bean, you were born in a good family with such a superior environment, and you are not satisfied? ”

The little beggar's face sank with his back to the young man, and he sneered inexplicably, and he didn't know whether he was asking Nie Zhuang, or asking himself, or asking others, his tone was mocking and cold, and he asked rhetorically: "Good family?"

Nie Zhuang didn't speak again, and it was difficult for every family to recite the scriptures.

The little beggar turned around, lay with his face to the sky, closed his eyes and muttered to himself: "Is it a good family to be able to buy and sell their own daughters like animals? It is a good family to beat a mother and daughter every once in a while and clamoring to divorce their wives, and sweep the mother and daughter out of the house? What good family's father would beat his daughter without even blinking an eye? And ,......?"

She said a lot, and finally said: "Pigs and dogs are not as good as good people!"

Nie Zhuang sat quietly next to him, as if out of the way.

The drunken little beggar who vomited bitterness was much more stubborn than Nie Zhuang imagined, she didn't shed tears, she propped up her right hand, covering the faint and dim light of the night like a daytime sunshade, looking at the two points of purple light in the vast sky, and suddenly sighed: "I envy the people of the hundred martial arts, I have wanted to practice a good martial arts since I was a child, and then enter the hundred martial arts." Alas, it's a pity that it's a daughter, with mediocre qualifications, and no one wants to take me as an apprentice. ”

Nie Zhuang said with a smile: "It's not suitable for girls to fight and kill, it's better to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting." ”

The little beggar made a grimace at Nie Zhuang, stuck out his tongue, and snorted, "I'm not afraid of back pain when I sit and talk." ”

"Aren't you afraid of pain when you stand and talk?"

"You have to take care of it!"

“......”

"After talking for so long, you are not innocent of your name, can you tell me?"

Nie Zhuang was silent for a while, and unexpectedly did not "go incognito", and replied: "Nie Zhuang." ”

"What about you?"

"My name is Ling Xuedi. ”

"Oh. ”

“......”

The two began to be silent again, and after a long time, the little beggar asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Stingy, don't say it. ”

Nie Zhuang shook his head with a wry smile, looked up at the sky, and said calmly: "I don't know what I'm going to do in the future." ”

The little beggar turned around, faced Nie Zhuang, and said quietly: "Your martial arts are so good, you should go to participate in this hundred martial arts." ”

Then she didn't wait for Nie Zhuang to speak, she tossed and turned back, looked at the two points of purple light in the sky, and muttered, "I really want to go up and have a look, and see what the hundred martial arts looks like." ”

Nie Zhuang suddenly put down the wine jar, stood up, condescendingly, and asked with a smile: "Do you really want to go up and have a look?"

The little beggar looked dazed, not knowing what the boy meant.

But before she could ask him, Nie Zhuang suddenly picked up the little beggar on his back and flew up, flew up the wall, and went straight to the two immortal mountains in the sky that were covered by the mist and water.

After a while, the little beggar woke up as if in a dream, and danced with joy like a child with candy.

Lying on the young man's back, she held her little face and shouted loudly: "Oh, the snow flute is going to climb the fairy mountain!"