Jianghu Demolition Team

Chapter 159: Don’t ask outside (1)

In the early spring, everything grows, flowers and herbs are planted in the Xuhuai Valley. When the weather is clear, the greenery is full of flowers and the butterflies dance.

Bai Sang sat on the corridor, looking at the children in the courtyard chasing butterflies crawling.

She leaned on her cheek, sighed softly, and muttered: “It’s not like a person.”

The child’s skin was lavender, he couldn’t speak, he was not proficient in walking, and most of them crawled on the ground, making his clothes dirty.

She had a shackle around her neck, and she was still dragging a chain. Those people tied her like a dog.

Although Scrophulariaceae took off the chain, the chain was made of fine iron, which was close to her neck and could not be removed.

Scrophulariaceae went to assist Emperor Miao Jiang to quell the rebellion, and brought her back when he returned.

The people in the valley knew that this was the legendary living Gu, and they all rejected it.

Legend has it that the internal turmoil in Miao territory was caused by the Living Gu. Most of the disciples that Xuhuaigu went to assist this time died. There were already fewer disciples of Huiwu Tanaka. This time it was discounted, and there was no way to protect himself in the future.

How could Xu Huaigu be happy when he saw the cause of this disaster, not to mention leaving this thing in Xu Huaigu, and he didn’t know what kind of disaster it would bring in the future.

Xuhuaigu’s disciples all admonished the Scrophulariaceae to throw the trouble out, and the Scrophulariacea verbally responded, and after two days, they would send it away.

Two days after two days, until he became a disciple, named Mo Qingyan.

Bai Sang was in a trance, when she suddenly heard a sound of ‘rustle’, she recovered and looked at Mo Qingyan.

Mo Qingyan had already arched into the corner like a bug, facing her back, not knowing what he was doing.

Bai Sang shouted: “Talk lightly.”

He called twice, but the person shouldn’t.

Xuan Shen said that she may be hearing impaired, or may only respond to certain sounds, so to call her, she must use a very loud voice.

With a sudden drink, her body will tremble, and she will look back at you blankly.

Bai Sang rubbed her forehead. She couldn’t do such a thing. Everyone in Gu Zhong knew that she was soft-tempered, soft-spoken, and always easy to talk.

But it was because of her ease of speaking that Xuan Shen was able to give her the task of taking care of Mo Qingyan.

As the master of the valley, Xuanshen was busy with things. Although he accepted Mo Qingyan as a disciple, let alone teaching her, he had very little time to watch her.

The elders were eager for Mo Qingyan to leave, and none of them were willing to help the Xuan Shen to teach Mo Qingyan, pushing around, and finally pushing to Bai Sang here.

Bai Sang stood up and walked towards Mo Qingyan, still calling her: “Talking softly.”

Bai Sang walked to her and took a look, shocked, even the voice called Mo Qingyan was distorted and changed color.

Mo Qingyan was holding a snake in his mouth. The snake was pitch black, and its scales reflected colorful light in the sun. At first glance, it was known that it was a poisonous snake, which should have been used as medicine by the disciple in the door, and slipped out somehow.

Mo Qingyan bit the snake’s head. The snake didn’t know whether it was dead, its body was wrapped around Mo Qingyan’s arm, and its tail was thin and long.

Mo lightly pursed his mouth twice, trying to **** the poisonous snake down and eat it.

Bai Sang screamed: “I can’t eat this!”

“Speak lightly, spit it out!”

After talking a lot, Mo lightly ignored her. Bai Sang went to **** the snake, but Mo lightly said that he was young, but he had brute force. Although Bai Sang has reached the stage, she is not as strong as her.

Mo Qingyan dragged the snake without letting go, and she couldn’t take it out.

She couldn’t stop it, and she couldn’t understand it.

Bai Sang even called her several times, but Mo lightly said that there was no response.

She is a responsible person. Although she had also persuaded Scrophulariaceae not to leave Mo Qingyan in the Xuhuai Valley, since Mo Qingyan has stayed and taken care of by her, she has taken care of her thoroughly.

Bai Sang panicked, thinking of how Scrophulariaceae confessed to arouse Mo Qingyan’s reaction. Even if she is a gentle person, she has to be driven to the shelves by a duck, raising her voice, and screaming, “Mo Qingyan!”

Mo Qingyan trembled and slowly raised his head to look at her.

Seeing her wet eyes, Bai Sang looked at herself blankly. Perhaps she had no emotions in her heart, but Bai Sang saw some grievances and fears.

Bai Sang felt sorry in his heart and pulled the poisonous snake out of her mouth.

The poisonous snake was dead, the head of the snake was bitten by Mo Qingyan, and the blood and saliva mixed together.

Bai Sang threw the poisonous snake aside, opened Mo Qingyan’s mouth and took a look.

Mo Qingyan’s tongue was also purple. When Bai Sang checked for any wounds, the tongue moved randomly and licked her fingers.

Bai Sang slapped him gently: “Don’t move.”

This time Mo Qingyan seemed to understand, and his tongue retracted again.

Bai Sang thought, and asked, “Are you hungry?”

Mo Qingyan exclaimed: “Ah…”

This meaningless syllable was stretched indefinitely, and the eardrum of the white sang was all painful.

At the end, Mo Qingyan suddenly let out a “me”.

Bai Sang seemed to have discovered something novel, his eyes lit up, holding Mo Qingyan’s two dirty paws, and said: “Kingyan, call-teacher-uncle.”

She separated the two words, speaking clearly and slowly.

“Ah…”

“—Master—Uncle.”

“Ah…”

Bai Sang tried several times without success, but the word “Ah” called Mo Qingyan had its ups and downs, and she was quite satisfied, and took Mo Wen’s hand to the kitchen.

She is not good at cooking, but before the time to start the meal, the disciples who are in charge of the food are not visible, so she has to go to the battle herself.

She took the arm rope to tie up her long sleeves, and used the hair rope to tie up her hair, light the fire to wash the vegetables, and did it neatly. When she was in the pan, she caught a glimpse of Mo Qingyan approaching the stove.

The red light flickered in her eyes, and she stretched her hand into the fire.

Bai Sang’s forehead bounced with blue veins, and she felt that as long as it passed, her temper would have been as violent as the fire.

“Mo lightly!”

Bai Sang pulled her hands back, and saw that her hands were already burning with blisters. She wanted to say a few words to her. Then after thinking about it, she didn’t understand anything, how did she know that fire was hurting people.

Bai Sang took her to the side of the running water to rinse over and over again. Seeing that she still had no response, he asked, “Aren’t you afraid of pain?”

Mo Qingyan looked at her, still with ignorant eyes.

Bai Sang couldn’t help holding her cheek, and finally let out a long sigh: “You don’t understand, ask what you do.”

Bai Sang gave her a medicine bandage, and her hands were swollen like trotters, and she couldn’t eat, so Bai Sang fed her.

She wanted to teach her to use chopsticks, but now it seems that she still has to feed it for a while.

Mo Qingyan’s stomach is a bottomless pit, she seems to be hungry as long as she feeds, waiting to bite the spoon with her mouth open.

Bai Sang ate the three dishes and one soup made by Bai Sang. She was so happy that Bai Sang was naturally happy. He touched her head and looked at her with her mouth open. He said, “You can’t eat anymore, it’s not good for your health.” .”

It was already time for the fire to be cooked. The disciple who was in charge of the kitchen came in. When he saw Bai Sang, he smiled and said, “Little Master Bai Sang, why are you here?”

“She is hungry. I borrowed the kitchen to cook some food.”

“Just tell us to come for these things.”

Mo Qingyan looked at the disciple and Bai Sang, and then shouted, “Ah…”

The disciple said strangely: “Is the junior sister not eating well?”

Bai Sang didn’t understand why Mo Qingyan suddenly screamed, Xu was imitating them, but it was too noisy, so she wanted to silence her.

Mo Qingyan spit out the word “Sang” at the end, like when he closed his mouth, the tip of his tongue was against the upper palate, and when the breath came out, there happened to be such a sound, which sounded like ‘Sang’.

Bai Sang was stunned for a moment, and then continued the previous teaching: “Lightly, called-teacher-uncle.”

The disciple found it interesting and asked, “Little Uncle Bai Sang, have you taught her to speak?” Mo Qingyan said again: “Ah…Sang…Sang…” This time it was a little short, this’Sang’ The words are clear, not like an illusion.

“—Master—Uncle.”

“Ah…Sang.”

Bai Sang had failed to teach her several times, and Mo Qingyan only knew that from beginning to end, he only read the words ‘ah’ and ‘sang’ upside down. Bai Sang thinks this is like teasing a newborn child. He finds it funny and very interesting.

From this day on, she used her heart to teach Mo Qingyan to speak and read.

‘Ah’ and’Sang’ became the first two words that Mo Qingyan learned. Just like countless children, the first name is always’daddy’s mother’, because she hoped that she would call herself the first one to speak. So teach her so.

Bai Sang is not her father and mother, but she also hopes that she will be the first to call herself, so she taught her to call her “Uncle Shi”. Perhaps these two words are much rarer. Mo lightly said that she could not learn it all the time, so she said, “Sang.” ‘.

Bai Sang smiled and let her go.

The days of getting along in this way passed very quickly, and two years passed in a flash.

Scrophulariaceae consulted ancient books and looked for ways to make Mo Qingyan take a daily medicinal bath. Her purple skin became lavender and pale, and finally there was a trace of blood, making her look like a normal person.

He also urged her to practice martial arts every day, so that her blood qi was running, and her pulse phase was not as insignificant as it was at the beginning.

Scrophulariaceae taught her martial arts, Bai Sang taught her medical skills.

Mo Qingyan would already say something intermittently, not only called “Uncle Master” but also called “Master” as “Uncle Master”.

Thanks to Bai Sang tuning/teaching.

So Mo lightly said that he was a little afraid of her. Fear that she respects her, loves her and depends on her.

As long as Bai Sang shook her eyebrows coldly, she shrank, her heart hanging, she didn’t dare to talk more; she just beckoned: “Talk lightly, come here.” She walked over obediently, rubbing her face against the palm of her hand. . Just like an animal, express the attachment feelings purely and straightforwardly with movements.

There is an acacia tree next to the flower field in Xuhuai Valley. The tree is thick and strong. It has been standing here for many years, and it has witnessed the growth of generations of people.

Bai Sang likes to sit under a tree and read, and he often teaches Mo Qingyan to read and read.

Bai Sang fell asleep leaning on the tree this day, the spring breeze was slowly floating the corners of her clothes, the leaves swayed, sifting the mottled light and shadow, she was like a fairy in the flower, which made people love it.

Mo Qingyan stood in a field of green vines, standing in the blazing sun, with his hands clasped, his face blank, but if anyone knew her, he would know her anxiety.

A figure approached, the Scrophulariaceae dressed in a smoky blue feather shirt, walked to Mo Qingyan, with a generous palm on top of her head, his voice was honest and warm, “I heard you made her angry again?”

Mo lightly said with a low “Woo”.

Xuan Shen has very good eyesight. He squinted his eyes and looked at the book in Qing Bai Sang’s hands. He asked: “She is teaching you “The Analects” now. I don’t know which chapter I have learned?”

Mo Qingyan looked at Bai Sang’s sleeping face from a distance, and said, “Study.”

Scrophulariaceae squatted down and looked into her eyes. He looked kindly: “When you enter, you are filial, and when you come out, you are loyal. Be cautious and believe, and love everyone. Respect the teacher, respect and love the same school, she taught you, why do you want to make a move? Injure your fellow disciple? Master teaches you martial arts, one is that you want you to keep fit, and the other is that if you have enough energy, I hope you can protect your fellow students, but it’s not for you to bully the weak.”

Mo Qingyan whimpered in his throat, lowered her head and nodded, indicating that she knew she was wrong.

Scrophulariaceae touched her face, she rubbed his hand gently.

Xuan Shen smiled and said, “Master has also made it clear about the matter this time. It’s not all your fault. It was the disciple who made a mistake first. Are you trying to protect Master Uncle?”

“Yeah. But…Uncle Master…angry.” Mo lightly said, his voice was still very vague, and he couldn’t say a word fluently.

“You are kind, and the Master of Love did it, but the method is not correct. Don’t be so reckless in the future.”

Scrophulariaceae held Mo Qingyan’s hands, and Mo Qingyan nodded again.

“However, it depends on you defending Uncle Master and knowing that you are wrong. Master teaches you a way to let Uncle Master calm down.”

Mo Qingyan stared at him straightforwardly.

Scrophulariaceae pulled out the green vine flowers on the side, skillfully rounded out a wreath, and clasped it on Mo Qingyan’s head: “I teach you, but you can’t use it indiscriminately in the future. Relying on this method, you will unscrupulously arouse the uncle’s anger, only your uncle. After a long time, when you know that you are wrong, you can use it to coax your uncle.”

Mo Qingyan touched the wreath and raised his eyes to see what it was.

Scrophulariaceae had already pulled out another section of the vines, and said, “Come on, learn from Master.”

Mo Qingyan squatted next to the Scrophulariaceae, and also pulled a section of Ivy, following him in a decent way.

When Bai Sang woke up, he saw under the sun, one big and one small, one white and the other green in the green vine flower field. The two figures were close to each other, their backs facing her, not knowing what they were doing.

Until Mo Qingyan stood up straight, holding something, and suddenly turned around. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She lifted her eyelids slightly, and from that little crevice, she saw Mo Qingyan rushing over with the thing excitedly, tripped Qingteng before running a few steps, and fell to the ground.

Her eyelids twitched and she opened her eyes naturally. Mo Qingyan had already got up and ran over.

“Master…Uncle Master, here you…” Mo Qingyan still hesitated, afraid that Bai Sang would be angry, so he would not pass the wreath in his hand.

Bai Sang glanced at the Scrophulariaceae. Scrophulariaceae stood behind Mo Qingyan, smiling with his hands on his back, when Bai Sang looked over, and whispered: “Qingyan knows it was wrong, don’t be angry if you accept this wreath.” After that, he blinked at her. .

Bai Sang understood the cause and effect of this wreath in an instant, and she hated the tacit understanding with her brother.

What a good way not to get angry. It’s just to give her a step to calm down, so she won’t be held accountable.

Bai Sang sighed helplessly and lowered his head slightly.

Mo Qingyan walked over and put the wreath on her head: “Uncle Master…not angry…”

Bai Sang wiped the dust off her clothes and said: “You will be more obedient in the future, and the uncle will not be angry.”

Mo Qingyan saw her saying this, knowing that she was really not angry anymore, he was happy in his heart, leaned over and hugged her.

Bai Sang hugged her and let her sit beside him.

The scenery was just right, Scrophulariaceae was rarely stolen for a long time, so he sat in the shade of the tree leaning on Mo Qingyan.

Mo lightly remembered something, and ran over again, pulled a section of ivy flowers, wrapped it into a frizzy wreath, and put it on the head of Scrophulariaceae.

Xuan Shen smoothed the hair that was messed up by Mo Qingyan along the temple, and asked the two with a smile: “How?”

Bai Sang sneered: “Brother, take it, it’s a bit too elaborate.”

Xuan Shen Lang laughed a few times. Mo Qingyan squeezed between the two again, holding their arms, leaning on the trunk, and resting in the shadow of the tree.

The leaves swayed, Mo Qingyan raised his head and looked at the sunlight leaking through the gap, warming his whole body.

This peace of mind is my hometown, I hope time you go slower.