"Master..." Peiyu called silently with tears in her eyes.
She suddenly woke up when she thought of one thing—cow, beef noodles
"Xiao Xianchang, are you hungry? I asked Xiao Er to prepare a bowl of beef noodles, and I was about to serve it to you." After Chu Xiaotang finished speaking, he saw the child's eyes misty, and he stood there blankly. .
"Little Fairy?"
Peiyu murmured: "Master, did you kill Lao Tzu... Forget it, if Master is happy, just kill him. As long as Master is happy, I will save him well."
Chu Xiaotang opened his mouth wide, "Huh?"
The child's complexion was pale, except for a tinge of crimson on the cheeks. Chu Xiaotang felt bad, so he walked over quickly and put his hand on her forehead, "Ah, Xiao Xianchang, you have a fever!"
No wonder it's such nonsense.
It was only then that Peiyu realized that the vaguely human figure was not her master, her complexion immediately turned cold, and she shouted, "Put it down!"
Chu Xiaotang trembled in fright, quickly put down his hands, and said with an apologetic smile, "I'll get you a doctor."
"Wait!"
Peiyu looked at her coldly, "Where's my cow?"
Chu Xiaotang froze for a moment, "Tie it up in the backyard."
Peiyu breathed a sigh of relief, "You don't need to ask a doctor, let someone feed it a few Chinese cabbages until it is full."
Chu Xiaotang wanted to struggle, but after glancing at her, he still didn't dare to resist and nodded silently.
"Wait!"
"Little Fairy?"
Peiyu asked coldly, "Where's the beef noodles?"
Chu Xiaotang's lips curled up, almost laughing. It looks fierce, but it is still a child after all.
She suppressed her laugh, pointed at the table, and said, "Where is it?"
Peiyu couldn't see clearly, her eyes were blurry. She groped her way to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the noodles in silence.
The beef noodle here is really good.
The beef is boldly cut, with a large piece of meat and tendons. There are a few green onions on the red noodle soup, and there is a golden fried poached egg floating on it.
People can't help but move their index fingers.
After eating the noodles, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her body, and her stomach was burning hot. She immediately became more energetic and her vision became much clearer.
Jiyue had already secretly observed the girl who was eating noodles alone, and saw that after she put down her chopsticks, she stepped forward and bowed, and then asked, "My sage, Zhuang Jiyue, do you have the guts to ask me your senior's name?"
Peiyu smiled and patted the table lightly, "Senior?"
She tilted her head and said innocently, "Sister, I'm just a child."
Ji Yue was a little taken aback.
Originally, she admired Peiyu's demeanor, drinking the rain in the sky, and using the god of heaven as a bottle, she must be an expert in disguise, maybe she has a special hobby, so she pretends to be a child.
Unexpectedly, this person tilted his head and said that he was really a child.
Why are you so mysterious when you are a child
Peiyu blinked, "Sister, what's the matter?"
Jiyue was stalked by her, paused for a moment, and said: "You... why do you want to toast with me?"
Peiyu pointed her fingers together: "Play house."
Jiyue straightened up, still a little unresponsive, "Playing house?"
At this time, a huge coercion descended from the sky, Peiyu's face turned pale, her hands could not help but clenched the edge of the table, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead.
Seeing her like this, Jiyue believed that she was really not a senior, so she secretly used her cultivation to protect the child, and used her spiritual knowledge to spread the word: "Master, I am here."
In an instant, a middle-aged man appeared in the center of the inn.
This person's face was very similar to Zhang Ru's, but his eyes, which were supposed to be smiling all the time, were as cold as frost.
Zhang Li came so fast? Peiyu lowered her head slightly, avoiding his gaze, and thought to herself.
Jiyue stepped forward, saluted respectfully, and called, "Master Uncle."
Zhang Li snorted coldly and ignored her.
This is also human nature, when one's own son dies and his soul is still missing, no one can get excited about it.
Jiyue still maintained the posture of bowing to report the matter of the blood mist to Zhang Li.
They were separated by a barrier, Peiyu couldn't hear their conversation, but she could analyze one or two from their gestures and expressions.
Zhang Li's face turned paler after hearing about the blood mist. Compared with the anger of the murder of his parents and children, it was more of a kind of fear and horror.
Jiyue was still neither humble nor overbearing, talking about what the blood mist saw.
Zhang Li nodded, just about to open his mouth, a wet figure rushed into the door in a hurry, when the man saw the two of them, he knelt down on the ground and cried loudly: "Senior Sister, Senior Uncle!"
Zhang Li stood still in the distance, "Zhang Suishan, are you still alive?"
Zhang Suishan was in a trance, sobered up after hearing this, and cried: "Master, that fog, we encountered the blood fog three hundred years ago!"
Peiyu couldn't hear them anymore, presumably they set up another barrier. On the pretext of lowering her head to drink tea, she glanced at everyone in the hall.
It is now night, and there are not many people in the inn. Sitting in the upper right corner is a sick and weak scholar in Tsing Yi, dipping his fingers in tea and writing randomly on the table. The third table next to him is a monk with his eyes closed and his palms folded, wearing cassock, muttering to himself, probably chanting scriptures.
The scholar turned his head to look over, and met the little girl's curious eyes. His pale lips moved, and he squeezed out a smile that he thought he was benevolent but actually had a ghostly look at the girl.
Peiyu knew this person.
Zhao Xiyuan, Zhao Hengyu, the son of the Zhao family's first wife. Deviate from the classics, only love ghosts, a rookie in the Mo sect.
And that monk, Master Tianxin, is known as the most talented young man in Buddhism for thousands of years.
but-
They are all her defeats.
Zhao Hengyu continued to draw strange patterns on the table with his long nails. After finishing the last stroke, he raised his head slowly and said, "Elder Zhang, the blood mist has reappeared in the world, and it is related to the survival of the world. Why should the elder keep it private? "
Zhang Li sneered, and shouted, "What are you? You deserve to speak in front of me."
Zhao Hengyu lowered his head, scratching the wooden table lightly with his long nails, making an unpleasant "hissing" sound.
He said: "I am really nothing, the elders are a thing."
Zhang Li's expression changed, and he always felt that this sentence was a bit strange.
Peiyu thought, now that Zhao Hengyu is a disciple of the Mo Sect, there must be a good show later. Momen is good at using ghosts, and is often denounced as "improper" by the sage Zhuang, so it is reasonable to be interested in blood mist.
She still wanted to sit quietly and watch the play, but her sight was blocked by someone.
With a few small cabbage leaves on her body, Chu Xiaotang sat in front of Peiyu and yelled, "Xiao Xianchang, that cow of yours is amazing, just like a human being, I insist on picking the heart of cabbage for it! They still eat meat!"
"Xiaoxianchang?" Master Tianxin suddenly opened his eyes, and asked with a smile: "Which family does it come from if it's not Xiaoxianchang?"
As soon as the words fell, the eyes of those people all looked at Peiyu. Chu Xiaotang also seemed to realize that something was wrong, so he glanced at the child anxiously, and secretly moved a few steps aside.
Does Buddhism also want to get involved? Or, want to drag the lonely mountain into the water.
Peiyu lowered her head, looking timid.
But what does blood mist, Buddhism, Confucianism and ink have anything to do with her
She's just a poor, helpless child.