little spicy jiao

Chapter 63

The room was silent for a while, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant.

Mo Jiaojiao held the exquisite little spoon, lowered his head to scoop up a spoonful of porridge, and then brought it to his mouth without hesitation. He opened his small mouth with great pains, and wanted to stuff it into his mouth with his head up, but he didn't expect to be stretched out by the side when he opened his mouth. The big hand that came over gently grabbed the wrist, unable to move anymore.

Aggrieved, he put the spoon back, turned his head to meet the quiet eyes looking over from the side, and whispered confidently under the quiet gaze of the man: "Jiao Jiao likes to eat with big mouthfuls."

Dugu Jiu frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Jiaojiao is young, so eating like this is easy to choke on food, which is not good for your health."

Little Pepper looked at his bowl with regret, and knew in his heart that he was being unreasonable, so he held the spoon and took another sip. This time, he stopped being mischievous and ate in a proper manner.

He ate a few mouthfuls of porridge, then raised his head belatedly, and looked around in a daze.Seeing that everyone's faces were not very good-looking, and remembering the doubt just now, he couldn't help asking again: "Why does Elder Yun want to eat Jiaojiao?"

However, the innocence of children is destined to be unexplainable to a group of silent old men.

Mo Jiaojiao saw that as soon as he finished speaking, the suzerain Hongyu Patriarch with a beard reaching his waist stood up with a bang while holding the "Secret History of the Hidden God Valley". road:

"Uncle Chongrong, then, we will proceed according to today's plan. I will solve the problem with Zixiaozong together with Master Shen in secret. The matter of Gu Chaoyun still needs to be studied by Hongyan when he goes back to make sure it is safe before proceeding to the next step." .”

"Exactly." Fairy Hongyan also stood up, stroked her hair on the temples and smiled forcefully: "Hongyan will be fully prepared, and as for Master Shen's illness, Hongyan will also be responsible to the end, Tianyan Sword Sect will be in the same boat as Shenyimen Ji."

"That's right." Patriarch Hongming shook his head while tugging at his scorched gray beard, "Master, don't worry, we've already discussed a detailed plan for Jiao Jiao's study, so there's no need to worry that this little baby can't keep up with Liu Guang's progress." .”

After the three immortals spoke righteously, they sacrificed their magic weapons and left Tianyahai Pavilion in a hurry, as if they were too late to cross the tribulation and ascend.

Mo Jiaojiao stared blankly from the beginning to the end, and when the people finished walking, he was still in a daze, his chubby little face was brightly dazed.Obviously, he couldn't understand why all the elders he respected suddenly ran away one by one.

Seeing this, Dugu Jiu frowned slightly, took the spoon from the child's hand, scooped up the porridge and fed him to eat.

There was only half of a bowl of porridge left, and Mo Jiaojiao slowly came back to his senses, frowned, and muttered: "The suzerain ran too fast, like a rabbit, and didn't answer Jiaojiao."

Seeing his unhappy appearance, Dugu Jiu pinched the child's chubby face lightly, and said in a deep voice, "Follow my book tonight, and send Jiaojiao to school tomorrow."

Mo Jiaojiao kicked his feet in small boots, looked at the man's face intently, and said softly, "Jiao Jiao doesn't go to school."

"There is no need to discuss." Dugu Jiu was unmoved, and there was no softening on his handsome and cold face.

Mo Jiaojiao stretched out his hand to grab the man's large black sleeve, dragged it into his arms and hugged it seriously, and his tone became a little softer, "Jiao Jiao doesn't want to go to school."

"How old is Jiaojiao?" Dugu Jiu thought for a moment, then asked calmly.

"11 years old." The child answered honestly.

"Three-year-old children in the cultivation world can already write and memorize formulas." The man said firmly.

Mo Jiaojiao shook his head hastily, and argued: "Jiaojiao did it when he was a child. Gu Bishop and I are a lot. Yinshen Valley has a collection of books, and Jiaojiao can memorize half of the books. The elders praise Jiaojiao for being smart."

"Then why not continue to practice now?" Dugu Jiu, who has been self-disciplined to the extreme since he was a child, obviously couldn't understand the child's resistance to going to school. He thought about it for a moment, and comforted him in a low voice:

"Hongyu and others are not much different from the owner of the Yinshen Valley. They will do their best to teach you. Jiaojiao once said that you get up every morning and follow the owner of the Yinshen Valley from the south of the valley all the way to the Zangshu Pavilion in the north. Study, go home with the owner of the valley at sunset, and it will be the same in the future, no difference."

"But..." Mo Jiaojiao couldn't help but pouted in grievance, and remembered that the man said that he couldn't always pout, so he raised his little hand and patted his mouth to restore himself to normal.

It's just that he was not very happy at first, after such a set of actions, the pursed red mouth turned into drooping corners of the mouth, looking extremely pitiful.

The child struggled in his heart for a while, but he still spoke his mind, "Guzhu and Jiaojiao go to school every day, wherever Jiaojiao goes, Guzhu will go there. Dugujiu doesn't go to school, Jiaojiao has to go by himself."

After all, he is a child, and he cannot do without the person he is most attached to.

Dugu Jiu was startled when he heard the sound, then slowed down his voice and said:

"I send Jiaojiao out every day, and I will pick you up at dusk. How is it?"

His voice was already low, but now that he subconsciously lowered it, it became more confusing, and the sharp and deep eyebrows no longer hid the sharp and aggressive hostility, which seemed to be the result of subconscious control.

Mo Jiaojiao didn't appreciate it, and shook his head sadly, "No, Jiujiu still has to come back. Can Jiaojiao learn at home?"

Dugu Jiu fell silent when she heard the words, staring at the child's obviously aggrieved expression with her deep eyes, she did not agree after all.

"Jiajiao, although practitioners are destined to be alone in the end, you are still young, and it is not good for you to stay away from the clan for a long time. This seat cannot find clansmen for you, and only people from the Tianyan Sword Sect can protect you. Why not Give it a try?"

Since Mo Jiaojiao was born, all he met were reliable and loving elders in Yinshen Valley. There was only one playmate of the same age, Yun Gao, but Yun Gao's time with him was too short to leave any warmth in the end.

Then I met Dugujiu. Although the man treated him very well, the gap in age and experience was as deep as a gap. Even if Dugujiu wanted to, he couldn't play with the children.

The cultivation of the Yaozu pays attention to living in harmony with the heaven and the earth, with the utmost affection and nature. After all, Mo Jiaojiao shouldn't live in isolation and be unkind like Chongrong Sword Master.At the very least, Dugu Jiu hopes that his Jiaojiao will make his own choice after experiencing all the warmth and coldness of human relationships, instead of blindly escaping.

"Jiaojiao likes being with Jiujiu." Finding that she couldn't convince the other party no matter what, Mo Jiaojiao lowered her head, and the round and warm tears fell onto the back of her white hands, smudged with endless attachment and reluctance .

He wiped away his tears with his little hands indiscriminately, jumped off the stool and threw himself into the man's arms, begging in a weak cry: "Jiujiu hug Jiaojiao."

Dugu Jiu naturally noticed the child's red eye sockets, and picked him up lightly, letting Mo Jiaojiao sit on his lap.

The man lowered his head, supported the child's chin with his slender fingers, and looked into the round eyes. After a while, he said:

"If Jiaojiao promises me to go to school and come back soon after studying, I will go down the mountain with you to experience. The years of cultivation are long, and no matter what it is in the future, I can't take Jiaojiao away from me. Is this feasible?"

Mo Jiaojiao sobbed for a while, held back his tears, and looked straight at the deep black eyes that were close at hand, raised his small hand to touch the man's slightly cool cheek, opened his small warm palm, and kissed him. On one of Dugu Jiu's eyes, and then earnestly look at the little self in the other eye.

After a long time, it seemed that he had finally figured it out, and the child let go of his hands, and said in a dependable manner: "Jiujiu should be like a painting in a painting book, hug tall and Jiaojiao, and go to school."

Dugu Jiu finally frowned when he heard the words, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Nonsense. Who taught you to act like a baby?" As he said, his sharp eyes turned to Bie Hejian who was wandering not far away.

Bie Hejian regained his senses in shock, and explained tremblingly: "Jianzun Chongrong, I really didn't teach this."

Mo Jiaojiao has always been ignorant, and he is not afraid of such a helpless reprimand from a man, but insists on yelling: "Hold yourself tall."

Dugu Jiu put the child back on the high chair, ignored his coquettishness, just stuffed the spoon into the little hand, and said sternly: "Jiaojiao is a big kid, don't act coquettish anymore."

Mo Jiaojiao felt aggrieved immediately, jumped off the chair and leaned against the man, took the man's palm and shook it wildly, and said shamelessly, "You should hug him high."

Dugu Jiu was originally calm and self-sufficient, and wanted the child to learn to be independent. For a while, his face remained indifferent, turning a blind eye to the child's acting like a baby, and got up and walked to the window sill.

Unexpectedly, seeing that he didn't care about him, Mo Jiaojiao became more persistent, grabbed the man's sleeve and followed all the way, stumbling on his feet, angry and anxious, stomping his feet pitifully while running, looking from a distance, he looked like the original cherry pepper The appearance of bouncing and chasing is really funny and endearing.

But the child himself is stupid, and he doesn't know how to act like a baby for a long time. He only knows how to pester the man around, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "You must be tall."

Bie Hejian was listening to the little doll repeating "I want to be tall" for no less than ten times, and he was dumbfounded. He thought that this little pepper was more powerful than the conch on the East China Sea who knew nothing and only repeated. After all, conch When repeating the same sentence, the tone cannot be static.

The child made a fuss, skipped and tripped on his own robe, bumped into the man's waist, foolishly touched his painful forehead, and continued to repeat his words.

Dugu Jiu closed his eyes for a moment of silence, and finally turned around, bent down to pick up the child, lifted it up carefully, let the little round ball sit on his shoulder, and carefully protected it with his big hands.

Mo Jiaojiao was a little dazed when she was picked up, but she realized it after sitting on it. Her big black eyes were extremely bright, full of surprise and indelible innocence.

He was so happy that he shook his little feet, and he didn't worry about whether he would fall, so he just yelled softly:

"Ninety-nine ninety-nine! Nine-nine hugs are burnt! Hold high!"

The child's happy appearance was so lovable and sincere that even Bie Hejian, who always liked to laugh at him, couldn't help sighing.

Dugujiu's expression was calm, and he let the child make trouble, and only reminded Mo Jiaojiao in a low voice. In the endless mountains, the eyes are distant and peaceful.

When Mo Jiaojiao became quieter, the man said in a deep voice:

"Jiajiao, you should know that no matter where Jiaojiao goes in the future, I will find you back."

Mo Jiaojiao blinked, and the shaking feet stopped, he responded in a low voice: "Jiao Jiao knows, Jiao Jiao is going to school, wait for Jiujiu to pick me up."

"En." Dugu Jiu replied.

Mo Jiaojiao became happy again, and shouted: "I want to come down."

"Stop playing?" Dugu Jiu asked with his head turned sideways.

"Don't play anymore." Mo Jiaojiao obediently agreed, and waited for the man to put herself down and embrace him again, then opened his small arms to wrap around the other's neck, and pressed his tender face against the man's warm neck side, seriously:

"The adults in the picture book will be very tired if they hold tall, don't be tired every now and then."

Dugu Jiu was silent when he heard the sound, his eyes didn't move, he just tightened his arms holding Zhen Bao without saying a word.