withered prosperity

Although Xingmang has an arrogant temperament, he never uttered bad words, but this is not a place to talk. Yan Hai took his hand, as if he had touched an ice cube.

"Why don't you bring a heater and hand covering?"

"You forgot again, I know martial arts, and I'm not afraid of the cold." Xingmang watched him holding her hand like a child, and quickly said, "Don't always treat me like an ordinary child."

"En!" Yan Hai took his hand and walked up the steps: "Master Xingmang is an extraordinary child."

Xingmang struggled a bit, not really wanting to pull away, although it was embarrassing to be dragged like this, but...Yan Hai's hands were soft and warmer than his own...

He suddenly felt a little hot on his face, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little, but his eye sockets also became hot.

Yan Hai brought the man back into the house in three steps at a time, and hurriedly lit a charcoal fire in front of the bed, took off his coat and wrapped him in the quilt.

Xingmang was at his mercy and didn't speak, but his eyeballs followed him around.

"When Xiaoran comes back, I'll ask him to get some hot food." The water in the kettle was already cold, and there was nothing hot to eat, so Yan Hai took a snack box from the table. "You are still hungry! Eat some cakes to fill your belly."

Xingmang took a piece of glutinous rice cake, and gnawed it bit by bit.

"They did it on purpose!"

Yan Hai stopped what he was doing and turned around.

"Because the pavilion master praised me during the annual exam, they will say that I killed Lingling." Xingmang had already finished eating the small piece of cake, and was gnawing on his finger.

"What are you doing!" Yan Hai walked over and pulled his hand away: "Does it not hurt?"

"I didn't do it!" Xingmang looked up at him, "That stupid dog is annoying, but I didn't intend to poison it to death."

"I know."

Lingling was raised by Chi Lian, the eldest disciple of the pavilion master, a fierce dog that is said to be mixed with the blood of the wolf king. In the lower courtyard, several people were bitten by it back and forth. , but Chi Lian's status is detached, and no one dares to report it.

"Xiaozhi has already recruited me, someone gave her money, and letting her kill her is the poison I asked to find." Xingmang gritted his teeth and said: "However, that cheap maid refused to say who instigated it." she!"

Xiaozhi is his maidservant, and Yan Hai is also very familiar with him. He is simple and diligent in his daily life, and he gets along well with Xingmang, but he did not expect this to happen.

Looking at Xingmang's ten-year-old child, Yan Hai felt quite unbearable.

The world only thinks that Chaomu Pavilion is where the gods live, but in fact it is not much different from most places in the world.

Survival is hard, how could it be different...

"Don't be in a hurry to hate her." Yan Hai thought for a while: "I remember that her family only had a sick old father, and his life was poor. Maybe this money was used..."

"Why didn't she ask me for it?" Xingmang interrupted bitterly: "It's shameless to do such a thing just for two silver coins!"

"In this world, it's not so easy to tell right from wrong."

"I don't want to distinguish between right and wrong!" Xingmang said with a look of indifference: "I will tell Wang Taotao tomorrow to drive her down the mountain, and I will never see her again!"

"Master Star Mang..."

"Yan Hai!" Xingmang's eyes were red again: "They said that Chi Lian was very angry, and the Pavilion Master loves her so much. If she really told the Pavilion Master that I have a violent heart, I would definitely not be able to go to the Pavilion!"

In the lower courtyard of the Chaomu Pavilion, children who cannot go to the Shang Pavilion will be sent down the mountain after they turn 12. The chance to enter the Shang Pavilion comes only once every three years, and now Xingmang is the last chance up.

"Even if you can't be the direct disciple of the pavilion master, you can still follow the other elders!" Yan Hai could only comfort him: "Master Xingmang is outstanding in both martial arts and poetry, and there will always be a day when he will be favored by the pavilion master." .”

"It's useless..." Xingmang buried her head in her knees: "If something like this happened, no elder would offend Chi Lian and take me in. I can only be driven down the mountain."

After all, he was just a child, no matter how clever he was usually, he would inevitably become panicked at this time.

"Don't worry, I'll ask someone to go to the upper cabinet later to see if there is any room for change."

"It's useless!" Xingmang shook his head: "You are all just slaves, why bother with my affairs, I think Chi Lian seems to hate you very much, don't let her catch you talking about it."

Yan Hai wanted to persuade him again, but the facts were the same, Chaomu Pavilion had strict rules, he was just a servant, so what strength could he use?

"I'm not afraid of being chased away!" Even though I was desperate, but Xingmang Su was always strong, so I couldn't hold back the tears: "It's just that I went down the mountain, and a soft-eared and useless guy like you doesn't know how to be chased away." I'm not happy thinking about what kind of bullying their bastards are!"

Seeing him like this, Yan Hai's heart suddenly softened, but he was not a person with a lot of tongues, and he didn't know what to say if he wanted to comfort him, so he had to go outside to cook, and prepared to cook for the stars with his own hands. Mang makes some hot food to eat.

Originally, I was going to wait for Xiaoran to come back to get some food from the chef, but Xiaoran didn't come back for a long time, maybe someone called me to do some work, and I think it must be a busy day to come to the chef's place,

He hurt his intestines and stomach in the early years, so he didn't eat much hard-to-digest food. When he felt uncomfortable, he could only make some porridge for himself. He set up a separate room outside, set up a stove, and prepared some simple rice noodles and vegetables. .

When he got a bowl of noodles, boiled the vegetable leaves and added an egg, and when he was ready to serve it, he saw that Xingmang had already fallen asleep.

Thinking about it, the child was very tired after being angry in the snow for a long time. He walked over to help cover the quilt, and went back to the table to eat noodles silently. The candlelight cast his shadow on the empty wall superior.

After Xiaoran came back with food, he woke up Xingmang, finally persuaded him to eat a little bit, and let Xiaoran accompany him back to the residence.

After such a toss, when he fell asleep on the bed again, he felt a sense of loss of strength for a moment.

But I can't sleep again.

Xingmang was just five years old when he went up the mountain, and he looks so cute, like a villain made of dough, especially his eyes are black and big, he believes what others say, so he is very likable.

However, in the lower courtyard of Chaomu Pavilion, there are children who are sent up to the mountain every year, and their dispositions are also different. Nearly a hundred children of similar age are studying literature and martial arts together all day long. They compete for the limited places once every three years, although it is rare. No matter what big things happen, there will be annoying stumbling blocks from time to time.As for Xingmang, who has excellent aptitude and talent and is often praised, he naturally receives more. He grows up year by year, and his temperament has changed a lot... Maybe this is the intention of the ancestors of Chaomu Pavilion to set up the Lower Court.

In fact, except for those with special identities, as long as it is the disciples who came to the upper pavilion from here, which one has not undergone these trials, and the undercurrent among the disciples in the upper pavilion is really just children. Playing around.

He wanted to tell Xingmang just now that Chaomu Pavilion is not the only sect in this world, and that martial arts should be practiced again after losing their martial arts. For children who can learn peerless martial arts, that is an almost unbearable setback.

Not to mention being so depressed, even a single thought of committing suicide is not uncommon...

Before falling asleep, Yan Hai thought vaguely, why not go to Qiu Zhe tomorrow and ask him to ask Elder Hu if he would accept Xingmang as his disciple...

But he didn't want to wake up, and something happened again.

Xiaozhi died.