Pension Strategy

"Mom, will we come back in the future?"

Ning Dong turned back and looked at the small mountain village that was about to disappear from sight.

Yang Fugui cried out of breath when he thought of parting with his friends in the morning, and his eyes were wet again.

"Maybe not." Ning Qiu didn't use uncertainty to comfort her.

Ningdong bowed her head in despair, feeling gloomy.

Ning Qiu rubbed his little head, "Separation is a state that never changes between people. Some people may appear in your life for a short time, but you can still remember them. lifetime."

She doesn't know how long she has lived, from the beginning of being a villain to the current retirement, it seems that time has no concept for her, and she travels through different worlds over and over again, although it is fresh and fun, but Sometimes I want to stop.

Ning Dong raised her head and looked at Ning Qiu's profile, "Mother, will we part in the future?"

"Yes." Ning Qiu nodded.

"There is no such thing as a banquet in the world. Even if we part in the future, as long as Dongzi still remembers her mother, then her mother will always be by your side." Ning Qiu looked down at him with soft eyes. .

"I will not be separated from my mother!" Ning Dong stubbornly said.

Ning Qiu smiled and did not deny his insistence.

Some things do not need others to say more, when they grow up, they will naturally understand that separation is the normal state of life.

The two were walking on the official road to Xuzhou City, and from time to time they saw shadows flashing in the lush forest next to them, it was the white tiger chasing after smelling the smell.

At noon, I passed by the tea house.

They went to eat and bought a horse.

But when he was about to leave, he found that Ji Ping was already sitting on horseback, standing beside the official road, obviously waiting for a long time.

"Uncle Ji!" Ning Dong saw the acquaintances, and the mood in the morning continued until now, and it was much better.

And my mother said that when he grows up and can walk around the rivers and lakes by himself, he can go back to the small mountain village to visit his friends, and even write letters, and he will not feel so uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Ning, little friend Ningdong." Ji Ping greeted with a smile, but his eyes fell on Ning Qiu. Today, she is wearing a light red dress with long hair neatly tied up. There is the spirit of the children of the rivers and lakes.

"Ji Ping, why are you here." Ning Qiu was not surprised, on the contrary, he had already guessed that Ji Ping would come, just asked politely.

"I'm also going to Xuzhou City. I met you when I stopped here for tea, and I thought about going on the road together. It would be good to have a company." Eyes, his already handsome appearance is even more complimented.

Ning Qiu glanced at Ji Ping with a half-smile, but did not break through the other party's clumsy excuse.

After all, the road is up to the sky, anyone who wants to take this road can, and she has no right to intervene.

In this way, it was originally a mother and son trip, but now it has become a threesome, but it looks like a family of three.

Ning Qiu didn't have any ideas, and Ning Dong didn't have the concept of a father since he was a child, so he didn't care about this illusion, but Ji Ping, when he thought about this layer, he always felt a little bit uncomfortable calm.

So slow down on the road, it's really like traveling in the mountains and water.

The sun above her head was a little drying, Ji Ping was wearing a bamboo hat, drinking while driving a horse-drawn carriage, "Along the way here, there is a tea shed every section of the road, and it seems that there is a famous place in front of it. The Wangjia Village is here, let’s rest for a night before continuing our journey.”

After rushing the road for more than ten days, they bought a carriage to keep out the wind and rain.

Now Ning Dong is sleeping in front of her, so Ning Qiu is sitting outside.

"Also possible." Ning Qiu was curious about another thing, "You just said that Wangjia Village is famous, does it have any origin?"

Ji Ping explained, "Wangjia Village, used to be a bandit's den, but later turned into a village. But what makes Wangjia Village most famous is that their village's iron-smithing skills are very good. Weapons came from Wangjia Village. Many people in the rivers and lakes came here because of their fame, and then asked them to help cast iron and swords."

"So it is." Ning Qiu nodded clearly, "It seems that Jianghu people value weapons."

"That's natural." Ji Ping nodded, then laughed, "Even me, I like to collect weapons. Although I don't need them, they can be eye-catching."

Ning Qiu changed the topic and suddenly asked, "Of the five artifacts, which one do you want most?"

When she was on the road, she had already understood that the five artifacts were the Phantom Sword, the Qiankun Hammer, the Double Dragon Spear, the Lancet, and the Mysterious Fire Whip, each of which was a treasure that everyone looted. .

Ji Ping was open-minded, not feeling guilty by this sudden question, he frowned, "It's true, among the five artifacts, I'm only interested in the phantom sword, and nothing else. Not suitable for me."

"Of course, it doesn't matter if I don't. My own soft sword is used very well, also by the master's hand."

"Actually, the most powerful weapon is often on the human body. As long as the internal force is strong enough, a single strand of hair or a single leaf can win invisibly." Ning Qiu himself hardly used weapons. , it's not that she doesn't have it, it's that she is not attached to the little help brought by the weapon.

"Mrs. Ning is right. Swordsmen are too obsessed with swords, and it is easy to lose their understanding." Ji Ping's smile became more and more brilliant. He liked chatting with Ning Qiu very much. Comfortable, and secondly, it benefits a lot.

During the chat, they soon came to the gate of Wangjia Village.

But the messy scene in front of them surprised them all.

Half of the village has been burnt down, and the ground is full of corpses and blood.

From the traces on the scene, it should have happened in the early morning, and it has been a while since now.

Ji Ping frowned deeply and said in a cold tone, "Who is so cruel, to actually kill the village."

Since Wangjia Village can make iron and cast swords, there are many people with martial arts skills, but the villagers are still slaughtered. More massacres.

Especially when she saw the bodies of many children on the ground, she was rarely angry.

"Should we leave directly, or..." Ji Ping also got off the carriage and walked on the reins.

Ning Qiu raised her eyes, her eyes deep, "I heard the cry, there is still life inside."

Ji Ping heard the words and looked at Ning Qiu in surprise. He prided himself on being strong, but he didn't hear any sound. Unexpectedly, Ning Qiu quickly found the source of the sound.

Thinking of killing three disciples of Yama Temple with a single leaf, Ji Ping became more curious about Ning Qiu.

What kind of person is she.