little spicy jiao

Chapter 66

At the entrance of Xixin Valley of Tianyan Jianzong, a turbulent and swift river rushes under the high-hanging trestle bridge. At this moment, the silvery water surface is dyed fiery red by the afterglow of the setting sun. feeling.

Mo Jiaojiao followed the route he remembered when entering the valley, and arrived at the trestle bridge by flying spiritual weapon.

The child jumped off the spiritual weapon clumsily, and his black and red boots stepped on the rickety bridge. He was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hands and grabbed the chains on one side tightly, swinging his small body back and forth to stabilize himself, slightly The red eyes subconsciously widened a little.

The bridge is not short, Mo Jiaojiao looked up and then took a step, stepping on the chain to walk to the opposite side.He walked very carefully, his sweaty little face was full of apprehension and caution, his mouth was tightly pursed, but the corners of his mouth drooped unconsciously, looking unhappy.

The surging water below hit the huge rock, making a deafening roar.

The child was exhausted when he walked halfway, he stopped and took a breath, turned around slowly, put his free left hand on the chain on the bridge, and let go of the chain with the other hand, hanging feebly side.Then, holding on to the chain, the child slowly squatted down on the bridge, resting his tender chin on his knees.

He half-closed his eyes sleepily, and at some point, he couldn't help steaming out of his dark eyes, but he tried his best not to let it fall.

After resting for a while, the child stuffed the dangling hand into the place where his small chest met his legs, bent down and continued to put his chin on his knee, and said to himself miserably: "The burnt hand hurts so much. Tired."

Swinging the sword a thousand times before was due to the heavy load, and Mo Jiaojiao's hands were already so sore that he could hardly lift them up.He lowered his head and buried his red face on his knees, then took a deep breath to hold back the tears, tremblingly supported the chain and stood up again.

Now is not the time to leave school. According to the rules of Xixin Valley of Tianyan Sword Sect, after Mo Jiaojiao finished swinging the sword, he still needs to listen to Patriarch Hongming explain the basic knowledge about sword spirits. finished.But the child couldn't wait any longer.

He skipped class.

After walking the long cable bridge for a stick of incense, Mo Jiaojiao squatted down limply after stepping on the solid ground. His two little hands were pitifully clasped together. His ten fingers were already red and swollen. Looking more and more chubby.

He glanced at his fingers, lowered his head and leaned closer, and blew lightly and slowly like how the owner of the Yinshen Valley coaxed him in the past, but found that such actions seemed to have no effect, so he had to let it go again, muttering in a low voice : "The owner of the valley is always lying to Jiao Jiao. It still hurts when Jiao Jiao blows."

After a while, the child didn't know what to think, reached out and touched the bracelet on his right hand, stood up again with effort, and walked out of the valley.

But before he could go out completely, a strange female cultivator suddenly walked up to him.

The female cultivator wore a red dress sweeping the floor, her makeup was enchanting and gorgeous, and her black hair fell down to her knees like a waterfall. She had an extremely beautiful appearance, but for some reason it gave off a very strange sense of disobedience.

She walked like the wind, stopped the child in a few steps, stood two arms away in front of Mo Jiaojiao, and fixedly stared into the child's black eyes.

After staring at each other for a while, the female cultivator stretched out her bright red nails and touched her chin, looked up and down at the childish attire in front of her, and forced a weird smile.

"Are you the child raised by Chongrong?"

A low and hoarse male voice sounded slowly, Mo Jiaojiao blinked his eyes blankly, his small mouth moved and closed again, he turned his head suspiciously and looked around, but did not find any other men here, He couldn't help stretching out his red and swollen little hands in doubt, and tightened the bow on his belt.

Seeing that the child didn't speak, the woman laughed twice, her voice was extremely hoarse, "It's true, as the rumors say, ignorant and ignorant. When will Chong Rong have the time to take care of the child?"

The rough male voice came to his ears accurately again, Mo Jiaojiao opened his mouth in surprise, his big black eyes blinked a few times stupidly, he watched the nun's red lips open and closed, and he was very cautious. He took two steps back.

The child tilted his head and looked at the beautiful female cultivator. He endured it, but he still couldn't control his curiosity. Nuo Nuo asked, "Why do you talk like a man? You obviously wear women's clothes."

The childish voice was like thunder, successfully igniting the anger of the female cultivator on the other side, and she immediately lowered her face, and sternly shouted: "Shut up."

Seeing that she was angry, Mo Jiaojiao was not so afraid, and asked persistently: "You are as tall and strong as Jiujiu, why are you wearing a woman's skirt? Jiujiu said boys are not allowed to wear skirts."

"I said shut up!" The female cultivator's exquisite facial features instantly twisted, her eyes were about to burst into flames, it was obvious that she was hurting from being stepped on, and there were tiny crackles of joints moving between her clenched fists sound, but there was no redundant movement.

"If you don't talk, don't talk." Mo Jiaojiao pouted unhappily, not understanding why the other party was so angry.

He has a keen intuition since he was a child, and he didn't feel the danger from the female cultivator at this moment, so he stopped being nervous, let go of his clasped hands, and started to move to the other side of the path, angrily said as he walked: "You roar Jiao Jiao!" Jiao, I won't talk to you."

Seeing this, the woman's face froze, and she frowned, she slid towards the child with a single step, her five fingers forming claws, intending to clamp the immature shoulders.But he never thought that before the long nails touched Mo Jiaojiao's robe, one of the nails was cut off by the fierce force that appeared out of thin air.

She quickly retracted her fingers, stepped back a few steps and stood still, frowned and looked at the person who came, but she met a pale face with a smile.

Shen Siyuan stood still in front of Mo Jiaojiao, withdrew his palm, and said with a lazy smile: "Yun Qianye, you came here to bully Jiao Jiao instead of teaching, isn't it appropriate that you can't beat him? People know, tsk tsk..."

"Shut up!" The female nun snorted coldly when she heard the words, she seemed to be afraid, she frowned slightly and said angrily: "Which eye of yours saw me bullying him? This doll is not afraid of me at all, didn't you notice?"

"I found it." Shen Siyuan nodded obediently, "Just your embroidered pillow, if Jiao Jiao is afraid of you, it would be too embarrassing. You'd better not trouble him, Chongrong has a bad temper."

"Don't mention him to me! Will you be responsible for carrying me back when I fall asleep later?" the female cultivator yelled angrily, with a frantic look on her face.

"No, no, no." Shen Siyuan couldn't help shaking his head when he heard the sound, and persuaded him: "Relax, it's sunny, the resentful spirit in your body may not dare to come out."

"Does she come out less often? I don't want to lose face again." The female cultivator sneered, then turned her head to look at Mo Jiaojiao, and said with a complicated expression: "Her cultivation has faintly surpassed me recently... ...It's not a good thing. I can't guarantee that I can suppress her all the time. You'd better let Chongrong calm down, if you provoke her, I won't be responsible for what happened. "

"Okay, I will convey it on my behalf." Shen Siyuan's face turned pale again when he heard the words, the smile on his face faded, and he said lightly: "If you need help, just ask."

"No need." The female cultivator frowned and turned her head in disgust, and walked away with her sword, only to say a few words from a distance: "I, Yun Qianye, even if I abolish my cultivation, I will never say a word with Chongrong to show weakness ! Do you really think I'm one of those dainty nuns?"

Shen Siyuan looked at her back, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "If you don't talk, you are no different from a nun."

Mo Jiaojiao had been obediently standing aside, and when she heard this, she poked her head out from behind Shen Siyuan and took a look. Seeing that the female cultivator had left, she turned around and continued walking her own way sullenly.

Shen Siyuan quickly regained consciousness and chased after him, walking side by side with the child.He scrutinized Mo Jiaojiao's expression without any trace, and tentatively said: "Jiao Jiao, can you tell me why you skipped class?"

Mo Jiaojiao carefully walked around the morning glory on the ground, pinching his sleeves and walked forward step by step. Looking carefully, the steps were still a little crooked.He frowned and thought for a while, then replied obediently: "Jiao Jiao wants to go home and eat candied haws."

"Candied haws?" Shen Siyuan looked slightly surprised, apparently not expecting such an answer.However, he soon realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked a few steps to stop the child.

Mo Jiaojiao was blocked in the way, and almost bumped his head on Shen Siyuan's waist, he staggered and stopped, and said unhappy: "The lamb is so burnt."

Shen Siyuan squatted down in front of the child, took out three bunches of candied haws from the storage bag, and handed them to Mo Jiaojiao.

He smiled lazily, and said, "I'll give you the gourd, and Jiao Jiao will follow me back to class, how about it?"

When Mo Jiaojiao heard this, he was stunned. He looked at the candied haws helplessly, and after a pause, he stammered and replied: "Jiaojiao wants to go home and eat."

"Why do you have to eat at home?" Shen Siyuan's attitude was still gentle and harmless. Looking at the bewildered expression on the child's face, he already guessed the answer in his heart.

Mo Jiaojiao lowered her head when she was asked, tightly clenched the pepper-shaped jade pendant around her waist with her small hands, and said timidly: "Jiaojiao likes the candied haws at home."

Shen Siyuan stared at the child's round hair, sighed deeply, he was silent for a while, and suddenly asked: "Jiao Jiao, if the person who asked you this question just now was not me but Chong Rong, your answer would be Is it the same?"

Mo Jiaojiao raised his head, his eye circles slowly turned red, he thought for a long time, then nodded, and said softly: "Jiujiu asked me the same, Jiaojiao wants to go home and eat candied haws."

"Then what if Chongrong is angry?" Shen Siyuan's heart softened, and he continued to ask: "Does Jiao Jiao still want to say that?"

"En." Mo Jiaojiao replied firmly, his eyes clear.

Shen Siyuan raised his eyes to look at the Huoshaoyun in the sky, instead of looking at the child's clean eyes, he stood up after a while, stretched out his hand to wrap the child's red and swollen hand into his palm and gently held it, and said with a smile: "I really can't do anything about you, my sect master!" I'll take you back. Maybe..."

Shen Siyuan walked a few steps, and said mysteriously: "Maybe Chongrong is busy beating me up, so I won't be angry with you?"

Shen Siyuan, the head of the Shenyi Sect, is famous in the world of comprehension with the name of divine calculation, not only because of his ability to predict the future, but more because of his wisdom of penetrating people's hearts.

"Little sheep..." Mo Jiaojiao was led away in a daze, and when she lowered her head, crystal tears rolled down, but was quickly wiped away by him.

The deafening sound of water gradually faded away, and two shadows, one big and one small, also disappeared into the hazy twilight.