Copper Coins

"Say." Xuan Merci turned his back to Xue Xian, speaking as concisely as ever.

The wounded soldier probably didn't expect that they would be so straightforward, and maybe a little confused, and then he said quietly: "Can you ... take me back to my hometown?"

Xue Xian hesitated, leaned out from behind Xuan Mercy, and glanced at the man, "Your home?"

"Well." The wounded soldier nodded and explained slowly, "I had dimly heard that you mentioned Penpan Mountain, and my hometown is at the foot of Xiangyang Mountain in Panpan Mountain, which is a small village."

That's not too far away, you just need to walk out of the mountain stream and walk around the foot of the mountain.

just……

Didn't you just say that you just heard us say we were leaving just now? !! How could this change again? Hear Dustpan Mountain again? When did you come to the consciousness! When Xue Xian had a stomachache, he wanted to fall out, but he still sat upright with his face paralyzed, and no longer probed his head.

"My dad and mother are still at home. I think ... if they can help me bring my iron army card to them, it will be an explanation for them." Fortunately, the wounded soldier was devoted and did not notice Xue. The anomalous idleness only whispered to Xuan Merci to explain. From when I joined the army, to not being able to go home for a few years, etc., the words were somewhat upside down, but not annoying.

Xue Xian supported the table with his hands. At first, he listened to the wounded soldiers one by one, but later, he began to look at Xuan Merc's shoulders and walk away.

Then he suddenly realized that he seemed to be looking at Xuan Merci's back for the first time.

When he was still paper skin, he always lay on the edge of Xuan Mian's waist bag. It was always the top of his head that left Xuan Mian, and most of what he saw on his face was Xuan Mian's chin. Later it turned into gold beads, and even the chances of the probe were much less. Later, when he found his true body, he either became thin and wrapped around Xuan Mian's wrist, or he turned into a coiled hill and surrounded Xuan Mian. Even in human form, he was hugged by Xuan Merci, and he always liked to cover his head and face with black clothes. And with the second round of chairs to come and go freely, he walked to the front all the time ...

In short, nowadays, when he thinks about it carefully, he has looked at mysticism from all kinds of eccentric angles, but he lacks such normal things. Instead, he left the back to Xuan Merci more often.

I have to say that this is actually an excellent angle. It doesn't matter if there is a reckless mood in the eyes, because it will not be seen by the other party, and you don't need to worry about embarrassment.

Xuan Mian's shoulders are wide, and under a thin layer of monk's clothes, a strong and thin body is revealed. His height is higher than Xue Xian imagined, and he can keep people behind him and block them. All sight.

This back makes people have the urge to get closer.

Xue Xianshang's finger on the table case moved a little, but as soon as he lifted up, he heard that the wounded soldier had finally explained everything, and rushed to Xuan Xuan sympathy, "Please ask me to help me with this last wish, be a cow and a horse in the next life— — "

"No," Xuan Merci interrupted him coldly. "You can't talk nonsense without entering reincarnation."

The wounded thought he had refused, and suddenly became a little flustered, and his words were anxious.

Xuan Mian said again: "Clean up and send you away."

The wounded thanked him.

Xue Xian's raised fingers rested on the table case again, and he was not embarrassed to the back of Xuan Mercy. The previous uneasiness also eased a little. He opened his mouth and asked, "Would you like to take those books with you?"

"No, I want to write down the content." Xuan Meng glanced at him, and suddenly turned around and walked over: "It's almost five days, send him back to the village and back to Fang's house, it should be dawn."

With a pair of faces on his face, Xue Xian's enthusiasm was a bit more aggressive.

Xuan Mian staggered his eyes and reached out to hug him, but he subconsciously obeyed, except that he had stiffened into a coffin board from his neck to his hands and feet.

However, just when he met the Buddhist monk's clothes, Xue Xian suddenly returned to God, "I have a good leg."

He raised his head violently as he said this, and then he murmured "Xuan--" and reached Xuan Merci's chin.

Xue Xian sighed and had no time to respond. The top of the head was easily covered by a hand, and his finger was still pressed gently where it hit.

"How can the dragon head come out of the pit, I will hiss." After the slapstick, there are sequelae, and any touch of Xuan Mercy becomes difficult to ignore. Xue Xian stiffened his neck and did not let him go. He pressed it a few times and said dryly, "Are you biting your tongue?"

"It doesn't matter." Xuan Merci withdrew his hand and made a step aside, and then turned his eyes to his legs hanging on the desk case. "You just said your legs are OK?"

Xue Xian nodded, "Don't you let me use copper coins to raise my bones? By the time I had some consciousness, I had already raised them, but I hadn't even come yet ..."

His mouth was quick. Before he came back, he had already said half of a sentence, but he could n’t accept it.

Haven't had time to say ...

Why haven't you had time? Because it was used for prostitution all night.

How can you talk?

Xue Xian looked away and said without hesitation: "In a word, one of my legs is okay, and the other I still don't talk, that's all." After that, he squeezed his mouth tightly, and he couldn't wait to put it on Mouth sealed.

Xuan Merci murmured "um" in a low voice, signalling that he heard it.

Before the weird atmosphere spread again, he had turned around and walked to the futon, and put the books he had read back into the bookcase.

Xue Xian glanced at him, then retracted his gaze. He bit his tongue and supported the desk case with both hands, trying to move his legs.

Can move!

Of course it can be moved, and it was already long before Xuan Meng was pulled between his legs.

Xue Xian mocked himself in his heart, while touching his feet with his feet, he got off the desk case.

Facts have shown that, after half a year of paralysis of legs and feet, even if it moves freely, it may not have the strength to support the weight of the entire person.

Immediately, Xue Xian's foot was soft, and he was about to be ashamed to sit on the ground. He stretched out a hand in time, grabbed his wrist, palm up, and supported him firmly. The strength of that hand was so great that the back and bones of the hand were prominent and distinct.

"Aren't you packing up?" Xue Xianxi asked, "has eyes on the back of your head?"

Xuan Merci didn't answer him at all, only frowned and said, "How can you crash into the ground?"

"There was no problem in the sky, where are you going to be so particular about the next place?" Xue Xianman replied indifferently.

With the power of sympathy, he tried to infuse power into his legs. The two legs, which had not felt for a long time, finally began to numb after they knew it, like countless fine silver needles, which penetrated deeply into every inch of skin.

That kind of taste is by no means uncomfortable, but for Xue Xian it can be considered wonderful. Because as the tingling pain subsided a little, he could feel that the long silent legs really woke up a little bit.

"I can go." Xue Xian looked up and said to Xuan Mian, his expression was almost surprised and bewildered.

Supported by the power of Hyun Mercy's hand, he stomped his feet, and broke the last bit of numbness, then tentatively took a step.

"It's really possible to go." Xue Xian said this, his tone was like sleepwalking, it seemed a little incredible, like what an amazing thing he got.

A perverted and proud man, accustomed to traveling with the Thunder Cloud to heaven, but for a long time he was confused for such a thing, as if he could not believe it.

He looked up at Xuan Mian again, but found that Xuan Mian's eyes somehow moved from his legs to his face.

"What's wrong with my face?" Xue Xian froze a moment, then pulled away from the kind of blank surprise, he touched his face and said, "The reaction is too stupid? If you break your leg and paralyze for more than half a year , Your response might not be as good as mine ... "

He half-smirked and half-smirked.

After Xuan Mian saw him, he looked away faintly. "Take a few more steps and I will hold on."

Xue Xian was immersed in the joy of recovering his legs and feet, and did not even notice that there was a rare tenderness in the tone of Xuan compassion.

Facts have proven that this ancestor's physique was extraordinary. He had paralyzed his legs that had not been moved for half a year, and after walking back and forth for a few times, he became strong, as if he had never been paralyzed. Only Xue Xian himself knew that the broken bones in his body were still missing, all connected by silk threads drawn from the copper coins of Xuan Mian.

Replacement is replacement after all, it can only play a temporary role, if you want to really recover, you still need to get back the remaining spine ...

But what about it, at least he can walk and run now, and that alone is enough for Xue Xian to feel comfortable. This relief of satisfaction can even cover all other emotions.

He even forgot to be embarrassed, steadily walked up the steps, walked to the door of the outbuilding, reached for the two-wheeled chair beside the door, raised his chin and rushed to the Xuan compassion said: "Reward you, fifty Maybe it will be useful after the year. "

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Letting the evil barrier move around the house again and again, he has no power to do anything, and he may not be able to say more **** words. So Xuan Merci didn't delay any more, and immediately took the confused soldier with Xue Xian and walked outside the mountain stream.

Neither was afraid of fog in the forest, nor were the wounded soldiers.

So they soon came out of Panpan Mountain, and walked along the foot of the mountain to the south village in the night.

Although the mountains are full of fog, the mountains are clear and clear. There is no rain or snow at night. The crescent-shaped silver moon hangs over the mountain, paving the mountain road with a layer of light frost.

Xue Xian really walked up the road, in fact, it was light and stable, not hurried, silent, and different from his usual temperament, it was a bit like Xuan Mercy.

His black robe dangled lightly, and when he turned across the mountain road, he would be picked up by the night breeze, and sometimes he swept across the grass branches on the side of the road. He turned toward the half of the full moon and was outlined by moonlight, straight and slender, while the other side melted into the night with a black robe.

When walking on the mountain road with Xuan Mian, they happened to be black and white, and made up a pair of impermanence. The wounded soldier's straight hair was cold.

As soon as they were halfway through, the bells and drums of Wu Gengtian in Qingping County had sounded, and they passed from city to city. In the village south of the mountain, chickens and dogs barked, and one after another.

When they walked to the village monument, most of the people in the village were awake, and their language was faint.

After all, with a grudge, even a horrified grudge can scare people. So before entering the village, in order to save unnecessary troubles, so as not to delay too long, Xue Xian added a blinding method to both of them and a ghost. In this way, neither people nor chickens, ducks, cats and dogs could see them. Can't hear them.

"How does your house go?" Xue Xian asked.

The wounded soldier pointed towards the depths of the village. "Follow this road, there is a river pond over there, turn and follow the river pond to the back."

"Then leave." Xue Xianzheng said, and suddenly heard a sigh of sigh not far away.

The sigh was so abrupt that it looked very dazzling in the village where the night was still scattered.

Immediately, someone in the village screamed, and the noisy voices suddenly increased. It seemed to be very flustered. I don't know who the domestic dog was barking, which caused more echoing barks.

However, this sigh of sigh was no stranger to Xue Xian.

He glanced up and yelled, "I'll pick a time."