Nine Cents Refining

Anxiety in the heart, as long as the years.

The old man with white hair, wash his face with tears.

People, there is joy in life, but more, it will be suffering.

Only a simple single Xiaoqiong, even in the current extremely difficult situation, can still find joy, as long as she can take care of Zhong Xiaohao, can get Zhong Xiaohao to get three meals a day, and occasionally help Zhong Xiaohao to walk around, There will be boundless joy and joy in the heart.

In the past two or three years, Sang County has quickly gained a new focus.

Zhong Xiaohao, the old man who has been dying for a long time, only remembers when people have a meal after a while, and it is accompanied by a long sigh.

One night, Zhong Xiaohao and his two companions were in the simple house, with the faint light of the tung oil lamp, sleeping in the cold night, looking up at the starry sky, expecting his son to come back suddenly.

But the son did not return, but waited for a young monk from the sword.

The monk floated up, stood in the sky above the yard, carrying his hands, looked down, and asked: "You are Zhong Xiaohao?"

In the heart of Zhong Xiaohao’s heart, there was hope in the heart, but only promised: “The old is exactly, I don’t know what immortal you are?”

The monk laughed: "This is Wu Huangyu, who used to be the younger brother of Zhong Rong."

On the face of the pleated fold of the singularity, suddenly a smile appeared on his face: "Wu Shangxian, hurry, please, I don't know if my family is good now."

Wu Huangyu shook his head and laughed: "You don't have to sit, this time, this time, I want to see you, and let you know the current situation of Zhong Rong, hahaha..."

I can see my son, Zhong Dao: "Thank you for the fairy, thank you for the fairy."

Wu Huangyu laughed happily, his hand glimpsed in the air, and a tall white jade appeared in front of Zhong Xiaohao and others. The moonlight was on the white jade, and it was not long before it sneaked out a picture.

Seeing the scenery in the picture, Zhong Xiaohao's body trembled involuntarily.

One screamed and exclaimed: "Children..."

Shan's Xiaoqiong held her in one hand and did not let her fall directly to the ground.

In the picture, Zhong Rong's head is scattered, soaked in the pool, his shoulders are pierced by iron chains, hanging on one side of the iron wall, his hands and feet are also entangled in layers of iron chains, and there are some in the dark pool. The little bug is crawling on him...

Wu Huangyu’s spell should have alarmed Zhong Rong. It was very difficult. Zhong Rong raised his head.

At this time, Zhong Rong, the original handsome face, was marked with two huge scars on the forehead. On the forehead, he was branded with a large prisoner.

Looking up and seeing the elderly parents, Zhong Rong’s body could not be shaken slightly, and the chain with his arms twitched gently, making a loud noise. In his mouth, he spit out two words: “Hey, mother... ..."

In the eyes, Wu Huangyu was seen in an instant, his eyes narrowed slightly, the chain trembled fiercely, and the voice in his mouth improved a lot: "Yu Shidi, you..."

Wu Huangyu’s face was heavy and his mouth was cold and cold. “This seat has become a true monarch. You should respect the name of Huang Yuzhen, and you are really a mountain ignorant and small people. They have all been beaten into Xianji, but they still don’t know how many gifts they have. ""

One's body was slightly shocked, and under the support of Xiaoqiong, stood up straight, and a pair of presbyopia looked at the white jade picture in the air.

Zhong Xiaohao's body is also a shock, but his heart instantly knows that the real gentleman in front of him is not friendly. I don't know why. At this time, after Zhong Xiaohao saw his son, he settled down, as long as he didn't die.

I took a deep breath and said: "On the fairy, if the dog is offended, please forgive me. I am waiting for the people of the mountains. There is really not much to teach him, let the fairy laugh... ..."

Wu Huang Yu Zhi was full of joy, haha ​​laughed, said in his mouth: "How, Zhong Rong, I heard it? You said you, you didn't teach you, it was his fault, hahaha, I want you to be like that. How prestige is the real person, how can you look at everything, even my Wu family is not in the eyes, how? The taste of Xianji is good, is the taste of the corpse worms particularly delicious?"

There was no expression on Zhong Rong’s face, and his eyes still had a faint brilliance. His mouth whispered: "True prince, monk iron rule, sin is not as good as family, what is your intention today?"

Wu Huangyu shook his head and said softly in his mouth: "I am very kind today, let your father and son see one side, come to be a good person, how? You really don't know the Entu newspaper?"

I didn’t wait for Zhong Rong to talk, and he said, “Thank you for your pity.”

Wu Huangyu’s face showed a merciful look, and said in his mouth: “Hey, seeing the old-aged parents actually live in the brick house surrounded by the wind, this place is really sad, poor, white hair. It’s really pitiful to have three meals a day.”

Among the eyes of Zhong Rong, the silk sorrows, and the mouth gently said: "Hey, mother, little filth is not filial."

Wu Huangyu laughed: "Hey, really, as long as you are willing to apologize to me, give me a few heads, maybe I can make them live better, right, the same is true for the three old people, as long as you are willing to give I am asking for help, but I can improve the body of the scorpion slightly and make the suffering of his bones a little easier."

Zhong Rong whispered again: "Hey, mother, child is not filial, unwilling and will not give people a behead."

After that, the iron chain in his hand vibrated, and a pair of white bones fluttered from the inside of the dungeon. Zhong Rong said in a faint voice: "Hey, mother, baby has only bones left, you don't have to ask for help." ”

Seeing that his son had only the legs of the white bones, Zhong Xiaohao’s heart was like a knife, and the tears almost came out.

The single cockroach was completely soft on Xiao Qiong’s body, and his mouth whispered: "Small cockroach, little cockroach..."

Wu Huangyu smiled and clap his hands: "Zhong Wei is not a bell, the bones are stinky and hard, so good, so it is actually fun, I am afraid that you have become a soft egg, without the slightest interest in playing, well... ”

After talking a few times, Wu Huangyu's face was sinking, almost a word, awkwardly, gnashing his teeth and said: "But, if you want to play, then you will be comfortable, you are comfortable, Changning Xianji It is enough to suppress you for hundreds of years, let you turn into a pile of white bones, your old father and mother, I will not be embarrassed by them, because their current living environment, hahaha, it really makes me look distressed, but, you The old clock family, any blood, from this fairy road missed, you do not have a sister to open branches and leaves? I will let people arrange her descendants to live forever, become a slave, hahaha..."

In the big laughter, Wu Huangyu took a big move, put away the jade, and fluttered the sword.

Less than half a year later, the son-in-law's family reborn and became a resurgence of the opponents who had been seized by Zhong Rong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With the help of powerful forces, the power was regained power, and the son-in-law was once again paralyzed, and their children’s blood relatives were allotted. In the distance.

The younger daughter, Zhong Rui, couldn’t stand the blow and let go.

The single scorpion lost its only spiritual sustenance and completely collapsed. In less than three years, the disease was ridden and bedridden. When leaving, the hand that was as dry as the bark gripped Zhong Xiaohao, and still remembered in his mouth. Yes: "Small, small..."

After sending away a single sputum, Zhong Xiaohao became completely humble, and there was no sigh. Most of the time, he was silently in a daze.

Fortunately, there is a diligent single Xiaoqiong around, planting some vegetables and fruits, grains and grains, and being strong and strong, maintaining the survival of the two.

Many times, Zhong Xiaohao sleeps in the soft and old voice of Shan's Xiaoqiong.

Every time I enter the dream, Zhong Xiaohao dreams of a lot of stories and sees the world of Xian Xia who knows how to fly.

I also continued to dream about the red lady, the big belly, the big fangs and the teacher, and dreamed that they also suffered a variety of life, sweet and bitter.

After the hardships and hardships, after another three or four years, Shan’s Xiaoqiong became a disease, and he could not afford it. At this time, Zhong Xiaohao suddenly discovered that after Xiaoqiong’s illness for himself, his family really went to the end of the road.

I don't have the money to treat Xiaoqiong, and I don't have the strength to work. Some of them are just plain and barely able to see the oily rice.

On this day, it was difficult to feed Xiaoqiong some porridge, and clung to Xiaoqiong’s hand. Zhong Xiaohao’s face shed two lines of tears, silently and silently squatting at Xiaoqiong’s bedside. The tears flow long.

Unconsciously, I slept in the past, dreamed of Sun Hao, came to Sangxian, and heard the cry of the baby. (~^~)