little spicy jiao

Chapter 73

Since Mo Jiaojiao recovered his sense of taste, his food intake has been increasing day by day, which is twice as much as that of an ordinary adult.

In the beginning, Dugu Jiu only treated him like a child who was greedy for delicious food, so he didn't hold him very much.The meals in Tianya Haige are not too much or too little, because the ancestor Hongshan doesn't like to waste ingredients, so he eats every day, and the children's food is under the supervision of Dugujiu, but he adds some snacks and fruits every day, and Not much more.

Unexpectedly, after Mo Jiaojiao went to school, the lunch venue was changed to the Zhenxiu Restaurant. Lian Yunshan didn't know his specific appetite, but when he saw his appetite, he responded to his requests. He ordered pastries and snacks, which made Mo Jiaojiao almost unable to walk. , but he didn't know to stop, only yelling that he was hungry.

Until lunch time three days later, Lian Yunshan was unable to accompany the child to eat, so Mo Jiaojiao only ate half a bowl of soup, put down the spoon, and walked out listlessly.

Bie Hejian came back to his senses and hurriedly followed, asking, "Where are you going? Why did you eat so little today?"

"Jiaojiao is not hungry." Mo Jiaojiao stopped outside the door of Zhenxiu Building, stroked his chubby belly dully, then bent down and rubbed his knees, then stood up and muttered: "Jiaojiao's knees are itchy and soft. No energy. Still sleepy."

"Itchy? Have you been bitten by a mosquito?" Bie Hejian patted the place he rubbed lightly, and asked suspiciously, "This mosquito bites two places at once?"

Seeing the child's listless appearance, Bie He thought for a while and said, "Don't eat if you're not hungry. Look at how round your stomach is. You stuff it into your mouth every day, and you don't know if chili can digest it. What I said fell on deaf ears... Forget it, you follow me to get a rest in Jianling, and I will help you see if you have been bitten by mosquitoes."

"En." The child nodded obediently, followed Bie Hejian to the side mount pen, chose a crane, climbed it slowly, and followed Bie Hejian to Nongjian Ridge.

Nongjian Ridge is located in the west of Xixin Valley, where Ancestor Hongming usually retreats to study swords. Mo Jiaojiao's class today is to learn about sword making from Ancestor Hongming.

When the child arrived at Nongjianling, Patriarch Hongming was still taking an afternoon nap in the back mountain.Mo Jiaojiao went to the small attic specially for him to rest.Because of his arrival, no less than ten identical small attics have been built in Xixin Valley, and Mo Jiaojiao has long been used to it.

When Bie Hejian saw that he had entered the attic, he went over to help close the door, and let the child sit on the bed to take off his shoes and roll up his trousers.

When the two Bai Shengsheng's calves were exposed, all the way up to the knees, Bie Hejian leaned over to take a closer look, and said puzzledly: "This looks normal, are you sure it's itching here?"

"Hmm. It seems to be itchy." Mo Jiaojiao rubbed his sleepy eyes, then scratched the itchy place again, "It's sore inside the bones, I want to squat down when I walk."

Bie Hejian had no choice but to ask the child to take out the spare ointment from the storage bracelet, teach him to apply it on the itchy area carefully, and finally coaxed him: "It seems that there is no problem, you can lie down and sleep for a while, and Chong Rong Jianzun will treat it later." After receiving the paper crane from me, I will tell you what to do."

The child climbed onto the couch according to his words, dragged a thin quilt over his stomach indiscriminately, and closed his eyes wearily.

Seeing his well-behaved appearance, Bie Hejian couldn't help but move the hilt of the sword over with some worry, put it on his wrist to feel his pulse, he felt a little slower than usual, and thought to himself: "Is this too much to eat or is it necessary?" Pulled out? It makes no sense to grow taller but listless."

Just as he was thinking, Bie Hejian tapped the storage bracelet on the child's hand again, calling out: "Tun Chu, come out and see what's wrong with this little ancestor."

Since the child is going to have a sword-making class today, Patriarch Hongming specially borrowed two natal spirit swords from Chongrong Jianzun, so Tun Chujian also followed.

After waiting for a while, Bie Hejian asked: "How is it?"

Tun Chujian shook the sword body lightly, split into two, two identical small swords entangled in the air, then separated again, one flew to the child, and the tip of the other pointed directly out of the window.In the end, the two swords merged into one again and returned to their original shape.

"Are you joking with me?" Bie Hejian stared dumbfounded, "Didn't that child die once? How could he still have contact with the little ancestor? Besides, isn't he still asleep?"

Tun Chujian moved the hilt silently.

Bie Hejian was about to continue talking, when suddenly he heard three knocks on the door from behind.

It flew over and opened the door, and outside the door, there was a young man with a melancholy expression standing quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness and sadness that couldn't be melted away.

One person and one sword stared at each other for a moment, Bie Hejian took two steps back, slammed the door and even locked it.

It turned around and flew quickly to the side of the couch, carefully checking the reaction of the child on the couch, only to find that Mo Jiaojiao had curled up with the quilt in his arms, frowning and talking dreamily, his eyes still closed tightly, white and tender. His face was already turning red, obviously he was still asleep.

"It's a bad thing." Bie Hejian looked at Tunchu, and said solemnly: "The son of Hongyan must have woken up in Gu Chaoyun's body. Tunchu, you should immediately go to Chongrong Jianzun and ask him to bring Hongyu Patriarch Come here together. I will guard here."

Hearing the sound, Tun Chujian quickly flew out from the half-open window sill.

But the boy who was locked out looked at the closed door, but tilted his head slightly in doubt.

He lowered his head slowly, closed his eyes, ignored the old voice in his body, carefully avoided the detection range of the ancestor of the Zixiao sect, and gently sneaked into the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, and found the squatting name He is Gu Chaoyun's boy.

The two spirits were silent for a while, and he said softly: "Are you okay?"

The soul belonging to Gu Chaoyun who was sitting shook his head, his face was pale, and he said weakly: "Guiyan, you better hurry up, I can't last long, and I have to go out by Haishi today at the latest. Otherwise, this body... Cough, cough, cough...I'm afraid I will lose control."

The young man smiled softly, and said: "I see, thank you for helping me out, let me see Jiao Jiao today, I will come back here and change with you."

"Okay." Gu Chaoyun raised his head and gasped with difficulty, took a deep breath and said, "In the past few days, does that old thief from Zixiaozong doubt your identity?"

"No." The boy showed a pale smile, with a little playfulness, "He has been ordering me to listen to him, and I just ignored it."

"You'd better be careful." Gu Chaoyun's soul slowly lay down in the sea of ​​consciousness, and said weakly: "If he finds out, I will be fine, but you will be finished."

"I know. Don't worry." The young man turned around after speaking, avoiding the detection of the ancestor of the Zixiao Sect as usual, and left the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The moment he left, the boy standing at the door of the attic opened his eyes, raised his head, and continued to knock on the door.

However, Bie Hejian in the attic heard the continuous knocking on the door, but turned a deaf ear to it. He only approached the child on the couch, anxiously calling Mo Jiaojiao's name repeatedly, trying to wake him up.

When it was calling for the child, Patriarch Hongming, who was taking a lunch break in the back mountain, had already received the paper crane from Bie He and hurried over.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a thin and thin young man. His expression was heavy, but he returned to normal in an instant. While tugging at his scorched beard, he smiled and asked, "Apprentice, why don't you go at noon?" Lunch break, why are you here? Do you need me for something? "

Hearing the sound, the young man turned around and was stunned when he saw the old man. After a while, he smiled slowly and said, "I've seen Master. I just came here to see Jiao Jiao. I haven't seen him for several days."

"So that's how it is." Ancestor Hongming kindly raised his hand and patted the young man's shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's a good thing that you care about Jiaojiao, but he must be sleeping right now. This little baby will get angry in bed if he doesn't get enough sleep. , he still has to attend class in the afternoon, you might as well go back and rest first, and come back after school."

"But..." The young man frowned sadly, his watery eyes looked blurred and gentle, he shook his head and said, "I'll just wait here to wake up anxiously."

Patriarch Hongming felt bad when he heard this, and he lowered his face after thinking for a while and said: "Apprentice, don't tell me you don't even listen to Master's words? You don't need to rush to see your brother, you are not in good health yet. Later, your Master Uncle Chong Rong and your Master Hong Yan will come over, and when they see you like this, don't you get angry?"

"Hongyan...Uncle Master?" The boy's eyes widened when he heard the sound, he clenched his sleeves in a panic, his face became paler, he struggled to glance at the wooden door not far away, finally lowered his head, and said meekly : "I know I made a mistake, this disciple will go back now. Master, don't be angry."

As he spoke, the young man hurriedly bent over, turned around and left quickly.

Only then did Bie Hejian in the room open the door, inviting Patriarch Hongming to enter the room.

"It is indeed the son of the wild goose." The old man with a beard dragging his head walked to the side of the bed, checked Mo Jiaojiao's condition, raised his head and laid his head on the child's hot forehead, and sighed: "It's really hard for this little baby." gone."

Bie Hejian hurriedly asked, "Is Jiao Jiao okay?"

"It's hard to say." Patriarch Hongming withdrew his hand, took out a string of dark Buddhist beads from the storage ring, carefully put it on Mo Jiaojiao's neck, and explained:

"According to what the owner of the Yinshen Valley said before, the son of the wild goose took the scorched demon pill to hide in the extreme north, but the demon pill of Shentuzi was powerful and domineering, and its core was transformed by heavenly fire, unruly. And Yun Gao's half-demon body has no attributes, and it was born from the same root as Jiaojiao. This caused the sky fire in the core of the demon core to be attracted, and it broke away from the demon core and entered Yun Gao's body, transforming him into a sky fire spiritual root physique.

But now that the demon pill has returned to Jiao Jiao's body, its skyfire core is still on Gu Chaoyun's body.In this way... Alas, after all, God's will tricks people. "

"However, this little ancestor's demon pill has already been completed." Bie Hejian said excitedly: "On that day, Chongrong Jianzun found pepper seeds for Jiao Jiao. The spirit and soul of the soul are completely compatible, and the original missing core has also been filled by the scorching sky fire, there is no reason to be like this..."

"Bie He, you misunderstood."

Just as they were talking, an equally old voice came from behind Patriarch Hong Ming, but it was the suzerain Hong Yu and Chong Rong Jianzun Dugu Jiu who came after hearing the news.

The man with frosty eyebrows and eyes was obviously still practicing swords in the snow-capped bamboo forest before. At this moment, the ink-colored gown was covered with fine snow, and the tail of his long hair was even a little wet.

With a condensed expression, gloomy and solemn, he walked to the side of the couch without saying a word, bent down and wrapped the curled up child in a quilt, and carried him into his arms.

The child's cheeks were flushed from the heat, and as soon as he was picked up, he slid into the man's arms in a daze. His hot little hands were pressed against the man's cold clothes, and he lay still.

Ancestor Hongyu watched Dugu Jiu skillfully examine the child's body, shook his head and said: "Even if the scorched demon core has recovered and the sky fire is still in Gu Chaoyun's body, once Yun Gao wakes up from a deep sleep, he will not be able to control himself The earth and Jiaojiao form a symbiotic relationship, which means that half of the demon power in Jiaojiao's body and the energy he usually takes in will be involuntarily allocated to Yungao to maintain the life of Yungao."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the man sitting on the couch had already fed Mo Jiaojiao's mouth with the elixir to supplement the demon power.

His eyes were cold, and he said coldly without raising his head: "Send Gu Chaoyun out of the Tianyan Sword Sect."

"Master, this..." Patriarch Hongyu looked over hesitantly, and said, "Yun Gao may not know the symbiotic relationship between him and Jiao Jiao..."

"Tianhuo has already developed spiritual wisdom. No one knows the relationship between Hongyan's son and Jiaojiao better than it. How can Yungao not know?" Dugu Jiu said coldly, "Hongyu, he hasn't seen Hongyan for a long time, and he only wants to see Jiaojiao. You know exactly what being means."

As a stand-in for Mo Jiaojiao since he was a child, he was ordered by the owner of Yinshen Valley to go to the extreme north to hide the demon pill for Shen Tuzi without knowing anything, but his father was in a place where he could not see Sacrifice for Shen Tuzi, he also died unexpectedly.This kind of experience... has already changed Yun Gao's temperament.

Others voluntarily sacrificed for Mo Jiaojiao because of the righteousness in their hearts, and they would rather die than fight a way out for the Yaozu.However, Yun Gao was not, he could not understand the inexplicable sacrifice of the tribe.

That day in front of the Zhenxiu Restaurant, when the young man was peeping at Dugu Jiu and Mo Jiaojiao, even though his figure was extremely concealed, he couldn't hide his anxious eyes.

Such eyes are all too familiar to Chongrong who proves his way through killing.It seemed shrunken and sad, but in fact it was filled with dense fog, filled with almost overflowing anger, unwillingness, hatred and pain.