In Xiling Mountain after the rain, everything lives quietly and the lake is clear. The breeze blows away the melancholy of the vegetation in the mountains, and the golden sunshine is wrapped in grains of gravel. Falling leaves are like feathers, flowing water is light, and autumn is coming quietly.
In this beautiful and quiet valley, an earth-shattering singing voice suddenly sounded:
"A unique move! Good martial arts! How many people in the world can reach the peak
success! prestige! How many men are really heroes
Who~is~big~~hero? ! "
Accompanied by a famous song handed down from generation to generation, a girl with a basket on her back staggered down from the hillside.
The figure is graceful, the big eyes are flickering, and the steps are brisk and vigorous.
"Hey!"
"what!"
"drink!"
The mountain road is rugged, and you need to jump left and right from time to time to avoid muddy potholes. After going back and forth several times, the girl's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, and large beads of sweat slipped down. However, she didn't feel tired, on the contrary, she was smiling all the time, because on her shoulders, in that big basket, was a treasure that would keep the whole of Xiling, and even the whole Jianghu awake at night!
"Little Junior Sister, are you going to hunt pigweed again?"
Passing by the gate of Lisantang, an older man at the gate asked her with a smile.
"Yes!" The girl raised her pink face with high spirits, "Senior Brother Lu, I've hit forty-one times! This is the forty-second time!"
! "
"Come on, Junior Sister!" Lu Huahua punched her on the shoulder with envy in her eyes, "We all support you, remember, you are not fighting alone!"
"Well! I will do my best!" The girl's face was full of holiness, and her face was shining, "I will definitely not disgrace the master's order, and after finishing these one hundred and one baskets of pigweed, I will have the chance to meet the master!"
"...ah, here we go again!"
Wang Tianshan looked at the petite figure cheerfully drying the grass in the yard, couldn't help showing grief and indignation, and shouted to the sky.
"Ruan Siqiong! What exactly did you tell her?" He turned and looked at the man behind him with annoyed expression, "Since she returned to the mountain, this little girl has been hunting pigweed in the elixir valley every day. !"
"...isn't it good?" Ruan Siqiong turned his face and smiled, wearing a light blue dress, revealing a natural beauty, "This shows that your disciples have perseverance and patience. Children can be taught, and the master Wang is gratifying Congratulations."
Wang Tianshan gouged him out and didn't speak any more, but his heart was twisted into a small ball in pain - how many beautiful grasses he secretly planted in the elixir valley for whitening his face! I hate Gan Xiaoqiao, who is so ignorant, that he has cut almost half of it off!
—You are sent by heaven to destroy me! Thinking of this, he became more and more unwilling, and secretly glanced at Ruan Siqiong again.
Ruan Siqiong looked out the window, wondering what he was thinking. His cheeks were pale, so white that they were almost transparent, his brows were cloudy, just like the gloomy sky before the rain. Such bleak silence is like a piece of paper soaked in ink, which is about to drip water at the slightest movement.
At that moment, Wang Tianshan suddenly remembered a sentence that Gan Xiaoqiao often said.
"—Alas, my sorrow flows upstream!"
———————I really don’t have the dividing line of gjm Xiaosi———————
In the afternoon, Elixir Valley.
After finishing the forty-third basket of pigweed, Gu Qingqiao sat down on the rock, planning to take a good rest.
Suddenly heard the sound of rustling, looked around, and saw an unknown object moving under the big tree on the side of the hill.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a butt that was panned left and right and covered with patches. Looking at the figure, it seemed to be a child
.
Taking a closer look, I saw that the child stretched out a small hand and was trying to pull out the colorful mushrooms on the ground.
"I can't eat it!" Out of the conditioned reflex of respecting the old and loving the young, she picked up a broken stone and threw it, and ran to the tree in three steps at a time.
"It's poisonous, you can't eat it!" After snatching the mushroom, she quickly threw it down the mountain, as far as possible, "Kids, the more beautiful the thing, the more vigilant it is!"
"Eh? You didn't eat it, so how do you know this mushroom is poisonous?"
The person opposite raised his head, revealing the cloudy eyes under the bamboo hat.
Qing Qiao's body trembled suddenly—don't look at the person in front of him who is only the size of a child, although he has the face of an eighty-year-old man! Coupled with the broken gong sound line that has gone through vicissitudes, it is really awkward no matter how you look at it.
"What are you looking at?! Have you never seen a dwarf?"
The old man was impatient with her stare, and jumped up with a kite: "What's wrong with being short? Is there something wrong with being short?"
"Drink!" The old man made a standard black tiger's heart out.
"Ha!" The old man posed in a classic tiger-crane double shape.
"Shorts can also be healthy and happy!" With a bang, the old man ended up with a clean and neat roc spreading its wings.
"... Wonderful! Wonderful! Very wonderful!"
With a "creak" sound, Qing Qiao pushed back her fallen chin, and clapped her palms vigorously: "Grandpa, no wonder people say that everything that is condensed is a fine product! I have seen it today!"
"Hmph!" The old man was very happy to be praised by her, and when he shook his head, the wrinkles all over his face flew up.
"What's your name? Which church do you belong to?" He stroked his beard, which was so sparse that only three stubbles remained, with a haughty look on his face.
"... My name is Gan Xiaoqiao, and I live in Lisantang." Puzzled by his attitude, Qing Qiao struggled for two seconds before deciding to tell the truth.
"Oh—" the old man's tone was filled with contempt, as if all the words were humming from the bottom of his nose, "So your master is that old man Wang Tianshan who has no skills, no wisdom, no talent, and no beauty?"
"Uh..." Although Qing Qiao agreed with this sentence from the bottom of her heart, it was inconvenient to agree, so she could only choose to remain silent.
.
"For this kind of master, how can you continue to follow? You should resolutely despise him, rape him, and trample him!" The old man glared at her, showing dissatisfaction, "I said, why don't you rebel?"
"Uh...Actually, our master is quite good..." Qing Qiao wiped off his sweat while racking his brains to find the benefits of Wang Tianshan, "He enriched the visual effects of Xiling and created a batch of romantic legends for Jianghu... "
"What's the use of looking good? A bunch of embroidered pillows!" The old man sneered, with disdain in his words, "Didn't you just say that yourself? The more beautiful something is, the more vigilant it is!"
"You can't say that, just generalize...beauties also have good things, such as Ruan Siqiong..." Qing Qiao pursed her lips and retorted softly, "You can't engage in appearance discrimination..."
"Oh? Could it be that you know Ruan Siqiong?" The old man's eyes flashed brightly, "No, I should ask, does he know you?"
"Yes, he asked me to harvest this hogweed." Qing Qiao couldn't help showing complacency when she said this, "Uncle Ruan said, once I have harvested one hundred and one baskets, he will take me to the gate to meet the head , learn unrivaled magic!"
The old man's face changed drastically when he heard the words, all his composure and conceit disappeared, replaced by a look of panic: "He he he he he said he would bring you into the pass to meet the head?"
"En." Qing Qiao nodded, not knowing.
"Oh!" The old man jumped up from the ground, and walked back and forth several times, frowning, pretending to be in deep thought.
"You!" He stopped suddenly, and looked at Qing Qiao with burning eyes, "That... what Qiao?"
"Gan Xiaoqiao." Qing Qiao took over the conversation with understanding.
"Well, Gan Xiaoqiao!" The old man stroked his beard again, with a stern expression, "I order you, quickly carry me down the mountain, and you must go to the third hall of Xiling before sunset!"
"Ah?" Qing Qiao was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, "Why should I carry you?"
"Because—" the old man took a deep breath and fell to the ground, "do you have the heart to let a frail old man walk for two hours on the mountain road?"
"… Hey
! Are you healthy and happy? ! "Qing Qiao couldn't help complaining, "You can also look like a tiger and a crane!" "
"Illusion! It's all an illusion! You just saw nothing!"
The old man jumped up, ran to Qing Qiao's basket, took out the pigweed, and jumped into it with a plop.
"Good boy, hurry up!" He stretched out a hand from the basket and shook it desperately, "The sun is about to set!"
In the afternoon of early autumn, walking on the mountain path in the sunshine and listening to the singing of the birds is a pleasant time.
It's just... Get rid of this heavy and restless big basket behind you.
"Hey!"
When the fourth slobbering fruit pit hit his face, Lu Qingqiao finally couldn't help but erupted.
"...Old man! What are you doing?" Gritting her teeth tightly and omitting the word "death", she stopped, her fingertips embedded in the tender flesh.
"Oh? I'm eating afternoon snacks!"
A small withered hand stretched out from behind, holding a large watery pear, which was still bitten.
"Do you want to eat it? Just tell me if you want to eat it! How would I know if you don't tell me?"
Qing Qiao opened her mouth to reply, but she saw that Ya Li quickly shrank back, and a strange laughter sounded behind her.
"Unfortunately, even if you tell me, I can't give you food, because there is only one left!"
"You..." Qing Qiao only felt three black lines on her forehead.
"I love pears, pears are good!" The little old man gnawed the pears at the speed of light, threw the pear core away, and burped again.
Qing Qiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this could finally calm down.
"Oh, it's time to eat chestnuts!" Accompanied by cheers, a hard black shell flew out of the basket, drew a beautiful curve in the air, and landed on Qing Qiao's Tianling Gai with a "biu"
.
"You, you, you!" Qing Qiao's body trembled, the veins on her fists were exposed, and her whole body was on the verge of a kind of mental construction called "collapse".
"Don't worship me too much!" The old man's voice was very calm, revealing the peace and detachment of an unworldly expert, "If you devote yourself to cultivation and martial arts, you will have such good teeth when you are a hundred years old."
"... Dare to ask the old man's name?" Seeing that the sun was about to set, Qing Qiao suppressed her anger and spoke quietly.
"Forget the surname, my name starts with a number." Another chestnut shell flew out and hit Qing Qiao's shoulder, "It's so loud! You must have heard it."
"Oh, so it's Mr. Sancunding, sorry for your disrespect." Qing Qiao pursed her lips in disapproval.
"Nonsense!" The basket shook violently, and someone jumped up and down inside, "It's obviously a little bit worse than San San! Guess again! Guess again!"
The weight behind him suddenly increased, and Qing Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.
"Could it be five inches?!" She got up with a pale face, and found that the basket was overturned, and the little old man was lying flat on the ground, twitching and humming.
"I, I, my name is four... four..."
"Master Sifeng?!" Qing Qiao rushed forward with an idea, and quickly helped the old man up.
"Ahem, you, you are quite sensible..." The little old man blushed and coughed desperately, "Hurry up, put me back... I, I'm going down the mountain..."
Qing Qiao hurriedly carried him into the basket, and muttered in a low voice: "Is he really the master of the sect? How come he is so easy to fall?"
"I have internal rheumatism, and my joints are not good!" With a pop of a chestnut, the old man's movements were as fast as lightning, "Have you ever seen a hundred-year-old old man with such a good appetite? What's so great about having a little arthritis? Do you have any opinions?" what?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Knowing that the little old man in front of her was the head she was looking for, Qing Qiao didn't have any objections, so she squatted down happily, carried the basket on her back, and walked happily, Happiness burst into tears.
"Little girl, are you familiar with Ruan Siqiong? Why did he agree to take you to see me?"
After a short rest, the little old man came alive again
.
"... Not very familiar, but there is a little bit, probably between medium and medium..." Qing Qiao hurriedly answered cautiously.
"Fart, you lied to me!" The old man laughed loudly, "I don't know my apprentice yet? If he didn't trust you 100%, why would he ask you to come to this elixir valley to hunt pigweed? I said, between you There must be some ulterior secret in the room, hahaha!"
Wahaha... Wahaha... The little old man's evil laughter resounded through the valley.
"Dare to ask the head master, where did you come from?" Qing Qiao pricked up her ears in amazement. Could it be that there is something hidden about this pigweed
"Uh...uh..." the old man knew that he had slipped his tongue, and couldn't help covering his mouth with his hands and showing annoyance, "Why are you asking so much? Go, go! The sun is about to set, and I'll peel your skin if you're too late! Your blood! Your tendons!"
—Hmph, this old monster with only three hairs!
Qing Qiao slandered, and walked down the mountain resentfully.
The distant mountains are misty and the sunset is bright red. This will be a sleepless night for the Xiling School.
————————The dividing line of the evil strange old man———————
As soon as he entered Lisan Hall, Ruan Siqiong's smile on the breeze accompanied by the moon came into view first.
"Finished today's portion?" He was sitting by the carved window drinking tea, enjoying himself very much.
"No." Qing Qiao shook her head, and took off the basket from her shoulders, "The pigweed was not brought back, but an old monster."
"Ouch!" A thin leg stretched out from the bamboo basket and kicked her hard.
"Master, come out." With a faint call, Ruan Siqiong seemed to have expected everything, and Qing Qiao couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... "
"Come out!" Ruan Siqiong sighed, with a three-pointed helplessness on his face, "I have the right to pretend that you didn't know about the secret picking of poisonous blue mushrooms, and I won't tell the elders.
. "
Before the words fell, a black figure jumped out of the basket quickly, and rushed to Ruan Siqiong like an arrow from the string: "You must keep your word, and you must not go back on your word!"
"When have I lied to you?" Ruan Siqiong smiled.
"—Good disciple, really a good disciple!" Zhang Sifeng immediately hugged his beloved disciple's thigh tightly, with a contented expression on his face, as happy as a fairy.
"...However, you are not young anymore, so you still have to behave more discreetly." Ruan Siqiong patted him on the back, "Don't keep trying to please that 'spicy little peony', after all, he is the suzerain of the Five Poison Sect, with a high status …”
"I fell in love with her at first sight!" Zhang Sifeng wailed, with two tears streaming out of the corners of his eyes, "She is the most popular old lady in Jianghu who is over 80 years old and under 90 years old, so I can't help it!"
"You can't force things like feelings..." Ruan Siqiong continued to comfort him, and suddenly remembered that there were still people in the room, so he couldn't help but look up, only to see that Gu Qingqiao's eyes were pale, and he was on the verge of fainting and drowsy. of different shapes.
"This is Gan Xiaoqiao, master, have you seen it?" Ruan Siqiong laughed, and gently pulled Zhang Sifeng up, facing Qing Qiao.
"Hmph, Wang Tianshan's poor disciple! No ability, no taste, no hair on his mouth, and he can't do things well!"
Once confronted with other disciples, Zhang Sifeng showed that arrogant and high-spirited appearance of Qian Bian's head.
"It's better to have no hair on the mouth than to have hair on the mole!"
Qing Qiao thought of the "Memoirs of the Head of the Xiling School" she peeked at in Harvard College, and couldn't help but retort.
"Ah? How do you know?" Zhang Sifeng covered his chest with his hands, his face showing panic, "Could it be that you peeked at me taking a shower? I didn't expect that you would be so morally corrupt at such a young age! Beast, evil!"
"You!" Qing Qiao jumped angrily, "You old and unscrupulous three-haired monster! I want to destroy you on behalf of Mars!"
"Hahaha, come on, come on!" Zhang Sifeng smiled into the wind with his hands behind his hands, "If you can beat me, even a sow can go to heaven, hahahaha..."
"Maybe one day, she can really beat you
. "
Ruan Siqiong picked up Zhang Sifeng, with a gentle expression on his face: "Master, come with me. This apprentice is looking for you because I have something important to discuss."
"Is tomorrow night okay?"
Zhang Sifeng hung his feet in the air, arched his chin with trembling hands, and put on the official cute expression of Puss in Boots Knight in "Shrek".
Ruan Siqiong shook his head, smiled and carried Zhang Sifeng into the back room.
"Little Joe, wait for us."
Before entering the door, he turned his head and greeted Xiao Qiao.
It was a quiet and long night.
Gu Qingqiao sat in the lobby for a long time, when suddenly he heard an earth-shattering howl erupting from the back room.
"Don't dig like this! Woohoo, if you don't dig it, you won't give it to anyone who digs it!"
"Master..." Ruan Siqiong's voice was indistinct, as if he was persuading.
"I don't want to listen to me if I dig, and I won't give it to anyone who digs! I'm going to kill her if I dig! Kill this little demon girl with no breasts!"
Hey, who said there are no boobs? At least it's an A cup, too rude!
Qing Qiao felt aggrieved when she heard this, and took a peek at her own airport.
"She is a villain, she won't give it if she digs it up, even if she kills her and digs it up, she won't give it back! Woohoo, Siqiong, you've been so smart and confused for a while, are you blind?"
scoundrel? snort! I'm a bad guy, you're a good guy
A stunted little quail egg has the nerve to shout everywhere!
The more Qing Qiao listened, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but slander.
The cries gradually became smaller, barely audible, and eventually disappeared altogether.
With a bang, the door of the inner room opened, and Ruan Siqiong walked out first, with a triumphant smile on his face.
Zhang Sifeng reluctantly followed behind him, his expression extremely resentful
.
"You, want the green wood humanoid sword?" Zhang Sifeng asked Qing Qiao with swollen walnut eyes.
"Hmm..." The slander came back, Qing Qiao still knelt on the ground with a thump, and kowtowed to Zhang Sifeng, "This disciple just borrowed the sword to use it, and it will be returned to the original owner in the future, and the head master must make it happen!"
"You want to know where the sword is?" Zhang Sifeng raised his haughty chin.
"Yes!" Qing Qiao nodded honestly, her heart scratching like a cat, "I beg the master to tell you!"
"Come closer if you want to know, I'll tell you personally." Zhang Sifeng glanced at her lightly.
Qing Qiao hurriedly rolled and crawled to his side.
"Closer! Get closer!" Zhang Sifeng glared at her fiercely, "Don't tell me you want everyone in Xiling to know this secret?"
Qing Qiao quickly put her ear to Zhang Sifeng's mouth.
"...The hiding place of the Qingmu human-shaped sword is..." Zhang Sifeng used his hand to block the wind, and quietly approached Qing Qiao's ear.
"Dig, deflect, no, tell, sue, you!!!!!!"
Hearing a loud and powerful shout, Qing Qiao's eyes were full of stars, and she fell to the ground unexpectedly.
—she was stunned.
"Master, you are too..." Ruan Siqiong lifted the girl who fell on the ground, and looked at Zhang Sifeng helplessly.
"Hmph, how can it be so easy to get the treasure of Xiling's Zhen faction? You have to suffer this little bit!"
Zhang Sifeng's nostrils were upturned, and his expression was arrogant.
"...In any case, just remember that you have agreed." Ruan Siqiong hugged the girl and walked towards the door step by step, "The head of the sect has made a promise, and you must never go back on it in the future."
"I won't go back on my word!" Zhang Sifeng gritted his teeth, "You really decided to give it to her?"
"It's not for me to decide whether to give it or not." Ruan Siqiong glanced at the sleeping girl in his arms, and smiled quietly, "Look at her good fortune!"