I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

The third year of Voling, mid-autumn, August 13.

Under the moonlight, on the ancient road.

The snow is in front, and the little fart is behind.

At noon today, the two siblings drank the last half glass of water.

At this moment, the girl was extremely thirsty, and she couldn’t help but open her mouth, facing the night sky and the moon, and took a bite of snow.

The mountains are full of frost and snow, but I can’t eat a mouthful, it’s a pity.

“Sister, how far is Dragon City.

“Soon, another four or five days will arrive.”

“Sister, I’m dizzy.

“Hold on a little longer, walk for another half an hour, and we’ll find a place to sleep.” There

was a sudden muffled noise behind her, and the girl hurriedly turned around.

But I saw a big drama box like a turtle shell, with a little person on all fours.

“Xiaoyu~”

Cang Xue exclaimed, and hurriedly ran to the little fart child.

“Sister~”

The little fart with a pale face, his big black and white eyes were full of tears.

The little hand lifted with difficulty and gently rubbed the girl’s face.

“Sister, I’m sorry, I’m not very useless~

” Looking at the skinny little brat, Cang Xue’s heart was sour and uncomfortable, “No, Xiaoyu is very strong, carrying such a big drama box and walking such a long way.”

“Sister, I really want to sleep.

“Don’t sleep, Xiaoyu, don’t fall asleep, my sister hasn’t told you a bedtime story yet.” Cang

Xue was almost paralyzed to the ground in fear, and there was no strength between the limbs.

Qiang Zi stretched out his trembling hand and opened the closed eyelids of the little fart child.

“Sister, let’s go home, okay.” The

little hand that wiped the girl’s tears fell down, and the little fart finally fainted.

“Xiaoyu, don’t die, you must hold on.” Cang

Xue picked up the little fart on his back, picked up two drama boxes, and continued on the road.

“Xiaoyu, don’t be fine.

“When Daddy dies, the two of us are left to rely on each other.” ”

Hot tears fell to the ground and splattered into crystals.

“Xiaoyu, don’t leave your sister behind, I don’t want to be alone. ”

Bright moon, stars.

Long night ancient road, the girl cried while walking.

The tears in my eyes couldn’t be stopped.

……

From the evening of August 13, the snow has been walking.

I walked straight to the noon of August 14 without a moment of rest.

A pair of small feet blistered, blistered, blistered, blistered, frayed.

Two tattered straw shoes, soaked in blood and black-red.

On the ancient road, the girl bent over, walking extremely hard.

It was like carrying a mountain on his back, and two rivers hung on his arms.

Shaky, the things in front of me are vague.

On the ground, there was a sudden crunching sound behind him from far and near.

Without waiting for the girl to react, the carriage was already passing by.

The curtain was lifted, and the girl could barely see half of her old face.

A yellow gourd was thrown out of the car by the old man and rolled down to the girl.

The carriage soon left.

Cang Xue withdrew her gaze, first put down the two drama boxes, and then slowly knelt down, picked up the yellow gourd and shook it in her ear.

Boom, it’s all water.

“Little rain, there’s water!” the

girl smiled brightly.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Roadside under the shade of trees.

Cang Xue pulled off the plug of the gourd and took a small sip himself.

When Qingshui entered, the girl’s face changed drastically.

Not water.

It’s wine.

‘Wine can also quench thirst~’

The girl closed her eyes, her heart was fierce, and she swallowed.

In an instant, the tongue was stuck out by the spicy wine.

Gently open the little butt child’s mouth and feed two strands less.

Watching the little fart swallow the drink on his own, the girl breathed a long sigh of relief.

The hot air blows.

The head is dizzy.

The wine is strong.

The girl lay upright.

Before losing consciousness, the ground seemed to tremble.

“Yes… The sound of horses’ hooves

~”Xiaoyu, we are saved~”

….

On the extreme northern border of Liangzhou in the Wei Kingdom, a city is inserted between two majestic mountains.

Xiongguan is called Wind Resisting Pass, and the huge city is Dragon City.

Mid-autumn of the third year of Fuling, August 14.

As the sun was thinning, a carriage drove into the south gate of Dragon City.

A quarter of an hour later, at the northwest boundary of Dragon City, the carriage turned into Qingfeng Alley on Qingshi Long Street.

Finally, stop in front of a magnificent mansion.

The curtain was lifted, and Luo Xinghe, a Wei State Master dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe, got out of the carriage first.

Immediately hugged a little girl about seven or eight years old, wearing a coarse linen shirt.

An old man and a young man stood in front of the mansion, both looking up at the high hanging plaque.

“Master, what’s written on it?”

the girl asked curiously.

“Zhenbei Royal Mansion.

Luo Xinghe touched the girl’s little head, “Xuan’er, do you want to be literate?”

The

girl nodded heavily.

Luo Xinghe’s eyebrows were kind, “Then Master Ming’er will teach you to recognize your own name first.”

“Don’t. The

girl shook her head, “I want to learn your name Master.” ”

Hahaha~”

Luo Xinghe laughed heartily.

……

Half an hour later.

Back Garden of North King Mansion in Longcheng Town.

Luo Xinghe, the master of the Wei state, and Zhao Heng, the northern king of the Wei state, sat on a stone bench, looking at the gradually sinking sunset.

“Master Guoshi, the mysterious figure who killed our Wei Kingdom National Fortune has not yet found out the identity information?”

Zhenbei King Zhao Heng is about twenty years old, a heroic young man.

Luo Xinghe shook his head, “I have performed the Divine Manifestation Technique several times, but unfortunately I can’t show that person anyway.

“He doesn’t seem to belong to the ancient history of Xian Gang.”

“The only thing that is certain is that this person, like Qi Qingyan, lives in seclusion in Qixia Mansion in Aquarius.

“Rather, the town deep in the Taihang Mountains.

Zhao Hengjian frowned, “Being able to be friends with Qi Qingjian, that person is also a land immortal with a high probability.”

“One land immortal can destroy a small country, two…”

“Could it be that our Wei Kingdom can only eat Huanglian dumbly?”

Zhao Heng’s expression was full of unwillingness.

Luo Xinghe took the blue and white porcelain tea cup and took a sip, and said, “The immortals of the Swaggering Mountain will come to Dragon City in person, and see what they say at that time.”

Zhao Heng’s eyes were as gloomy as water, “Swagger Mountain for the Heavenly Path and manage the world on behalf of the heavens.”

“The rivers and lakes and temples of Xiangang, the ordinary men under the mountain and the alchemists on the mountain are clearly distinguished.

“Three years ago, that land immortal ganged up with Qi Qing to kill our Wei Guo Qi luck.

“And now three years have passed, and the Swaggering Mountain Immortals have not yet arrived.

Luo

Xinghe smiled bitterly and said, “People are descendants of the lost ancient immortals, and they are immortals who are high.

“Immortals are like pearls covered in dust.

“It’s nice to be here.

Zhao Heng suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the little girl who was squatting by the dry pond not far away, stunned.

Curious: “Master Guoshi, where did you find this little girl?” ”

Zhao Xuan’er, a newly acquired apprentice on the road to Longcheng.”

Luo Xinghe smiled indifferently and said, “When I return to Wei Capital, I am going to go to Qixia Mansion in Aquarius Prefecture first.”

“Send Xuan’er to the town called Qingping.”

“Don’t underestimate Xuan’er. ”

She is destined to become a sword hanging above Qi Qingyan’s head.

“In the near future, I will use Xuan’er to make two rounds for Wang Baegg, surnamed Qi.

“A heart-to-heart game, a ten-death game!”