A big tree fell to the ground, and then three or five men picked up the axe in their hands and began to remove the branches and leaves, carrying the trunk and walking towards the village. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Countless Guyun villagers brought steaming rice and hot water to the new refugees, and it was a busy scene.

Thatched huts rose from the ground, and Ah Niu, Xiong Jun and others were almost busy with their feet touching the ground in order to settle the refugees.

A group of children are running, chasing, and playing around the village, and the sounds of doubt and joy are heard. When the refugees saw this scene, they rarely smiled.

A group of children looked at Xiong Mengxin with wide eyes, and one of the boys couldn't help but ask loudly, his tone full of surprise: "You just said that you came from a far, far away place in the north?

"Really, we're coming from far, far away." Xiong Mengxin replied affirmatively to this group of friends.

A little girl looked at Xiong Mengxin with envy on her face: "It's far, far away, where is it?

"It's going to be ten days away, and where else is my former home, it's much more fun than here." Xiong Mengxin replied to the little girl without thinking.

At this time, a little boy walked over from the front, and just heard this conversation, with a look of disbelief: "Since your family is fun, then why do you still come to our Guyun Village."

"That's because there are Yin soldiers who want to kill us at night." Xiong Mengxin replied loudly to the boy who came over, and when she said the word Yin Bing, her expression was a little gloomy.

The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then asked Xiong Mengxin: "Yin soldier?

"It's a ghost." Xiong Mengxin thought that she had heard those adults' explanations to the Yin soldiers before, so she replied to the boy.

All the children around them opened their eyes wide, as if they had found something very interesting: "Ghost?

"When a person dies, he becomes a ghost." Listening to their inquiries, Xiong Mengxin replied to them after a long period of thought.

The little girl blinked her eyes in confusion, and asked along Xiong Mengxin's words, "What is that death?"

"I don't know, but I think it's a terrible thing." Xiong Mengxin explained to the little girl, and for some reason suddenly thought of her parents and relatives, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red. Sobbing softly, tears flowed down my face.

Seeing Xiong Mengxin suddenly crying, they looked at each other one by one, and they didn't know what to do.

A little boy glanced at Xiong Mengxin with disdain, and said loudly to his companions: "Crying, crying, let's not play with him, a person from another village."

"yes, we don't play with her". The children reacted and replied in unison, and then dispersed in a hurry.

Looking at the friends who scattered in a hurry, Xiong Mengxin couldn't help but squat down and hug her head and cry: "Mom and Dad don't want me anymore, uncles, grandfathers, brothers and sisters don't want me anymore, they don't want me anymore......."

A figure obscured the sun overhead, and then the man crouched down and handed over a tissue.

Xiong Mengxin felt that there was someone, raised her head and looked at Zixu with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, and subconsciously took the tissue: "Uncle, don't you want me anymore."

"What's wrong? I'm crying so much." Zixu's voice gradually softened, and he asked Xiong Mengxin. Today, he was idle and bored, thinking of Xiong Jun and Ah Niu and others to settle refugees, so he rarely walked out of the thatched house and the small bamboo forest. Wander around.

Xiong Mengxin seemed to think of something, and wiped away her tears with a tissue in her hand, but she still couldn't stop sobbing: "Uncle said that my parents, parents and relatives are gone, so I am already an adult." Adults can't cry easily."

"And who is your uncle?". Listening to these words, Zixu felt a little sour in his heart for some reason.

Xiong Mengxin looked at the already soaked tissue, and then carefully folded it and explained in detail to Zixu: "He wasn't my uncle before, but later we fled, and my mother left when we were about to arrive in Guyun Village, and my uncle just saw him and asked me to call him uncle." My name used to be Meng'er, which was the name my parents gave me, and then my uncle said to take me to my parents, but I had to change my name and his surname. So I'm called Xiong Mengxin now, and my nickname is still Meng'er."

"Dreams?". After a little thought, Zixu already understood her origin.

Without waiting for Xiong Mengxin to reply, Zixu smiled at her: "Do you want me to guess, your current uncle, is his name Xiong Jun?"

"Uncle, how do you know?". Xiong Mengxin asked rhetorically at Zixu, her eyes full of surprise.

The smile on Zixu's face became a little thicker: "It should be that your uncle is my third disciple."

"But my uncle is not a Taoist priest." Xiong Mengxin hurriedly shook her head, her eyes full of disbelief.

Zixu looked at Xiong Mengxin with great interest, and asked her, "Why do you conclude that your uncle is not a Taoist priest?"

"Because my uncle can't fly". Xiong Mengxin replied without thinking, in her impression, those who can't fly are not Taoist priests.

Zixu couldn't help laughing out loud anymore: "As you say, those who can fly are Taoists, and those who can't fly are not Taoists."

"Isn't it?". Xiong Mengxin opened her teary eyes and asked Zixu rhetorically.

Zixu was suddenly speechless, and blinked after a while: "You say this as if I am not a Taoist priest."

"Why?". Xiong Mengxin's eyes showed a puzzled look, the uncle in front of him was obviously wearing Taoist clothes, but why did he say no?

Zixu pointed to the Dao robe on his body, and explained with a smile: "Don't look at the Dao robe on your uncle, in fact, what your uncle wants to tell you is that this is not a Dao robe." Uncle can't fly at the same time".

"Not a robe?". Xiong Mengxin subconsciously pulled Zixu's clothes, and then hurriedly shook her head: "Uncle is lying to the child."

Zixu was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xiong Mengxin puzzled: "When did I lie to you."

"This is obviously a robe." Xiong Mengxin looked like an uncle deceiving people, and retorted loudly at him.

Zixu came back to his senses, and a thick smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "This was originally a modern set of clothes, but for many, many reasons, it became a Taoist robe." But I have a feeling that when I go back, this dress will be restored."

"Modern clothes?". Xiong Mengxin listened to this unfamiliar word and showed a puzzled gaze.

Listening to this question, Zixu was stumped all of a sudden, so he could only divert the topic: "Let's not talk about the clothes first, I will sue you that I can't fly in fact."

"Why do people who can't fly wear robes?". Xiong Mengxin asked Zixu without thinking.

Zixu was speechless when asked, and didn't know how to reply for a while.

Looking at Zixu's appearance, Xiong Mengxin pouted and looked like adults like to deceive people: "Uncle can only deceive people."

"Actually, I really didn't lie to you". Zi Xuan held back for a long time, and could only say such pale and weak words.

Xiong Mengxin replied without thinking: "My mother used to say that ordinary liars would not tell others that he was a liar."

"You mean to say I'm a liar". Zixu reacted immediately, and almost died of anger.