It is said that the people I protect are admired by the Six Realms

Bai Moqian opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight, he glanced around, startled.

I was sitting on a branch protruding from the thorns, my feet were dangling, and the branch was more than two feet away from the ground.

Empathized again.

This time I didn't see Li Shao when he was a teenager, and he wasn't punished by his master, but judging from the situation, the owner of the body probably played truant to climb trees to pick fruit.

Bai Moqian looked around again. They were in a valley with thin clouds and green mist on the mountain. A silver-lined path meandered down from the mountain. It had just rained lightly in the valley, and the air was filled with light soil. fragrance.

A faint sense of loss spread in his chest, without seeing Li Shao, Bai Moqian felt a little depressed.

Just as he was wandering, the branch on which he was sitting trembled, and the owner of his body stood up holding the trunk, and reached out on tiptoe to pick the red fruit hanging from a high place.

Bai Moqian was afraid of heights and felt dizzy for a while. He closed his eyes tightly and refused to move a step no matter what.

In the contest between consciousness and the host, Bai Moqian once again fell behind.

The owner of the body slowly let go of the hand holding the tree trunk, opened his arms like a bird spreading its wings, and walked forward bit by bit.

Standing on tiptoe, stretching out his hand, his fingertips slowly touched the red fruit.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, when he heard a "click", Bai Moqian turned his head and saw that the branch he was stepping on had split from the root.

"Ah—help!"

Bai Moqian swears that he did not shout those words.

The wind rustled in his ears, and his whole body fell quickly without bearing weight. Bai Moqian closed his eyes tightly, so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

With the sound of "A Mo", Bai Moqian's consciousness was still in chaos, and his body fell into a warm and firm embrace.

Bai Moqian slowly opened his eyes, facing Li Shao's worried eyes.

"Brother."

This aggrieved and frightened voice came from Bai Moqian.

He pursed his lips, and he didn't care that this body didn't belong to him, so he leaned forward and hugged Li Shao tightly.

"Where is it hurt?" Li Shao patted his back lightly, kissed the top of his hair with his thin lips, and asked softly.

"I didn't fall, I was scared." Bai Moqian said sullenly, nestling in Li Shao's arms and acting like a baby.

"Let's go, senior brother will carry you back." Li Shao hugged him for a while, then put him on the ground, turned around and bent slightly.

Bai Moqian grinned, jumped onto Li Shao, put his arms around Li Shao's neck, and kissed him on the cheek.

Li Shao was afraid that he would fall, so he put his arms around him, "Don't make trouble, Ah Mo."

"I'm not making a fuss, it's because this person is too clingy to you!" Bai Moqian ground his molars, and that person suddenly kissed Li Shao, and the kissed Bai Moqian felt empty in his heart.

Li Shao walked slowly along the small path with Bai Moqian on his back, the sound of gurgling mountain streams could be heard in his ears, and a clear and melodious bird song could be heard from time to time in the empty mountains.

The owner of the body was shaking his feet, and his black hair hung down on Li Shao's shoulders.

Bai Moqian heard him ask: "Brother, you said that Mogu gathers the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but why did the peach tree in the back mountain die?"

Li Shao tilted his head when he heard the words, "Maybe that peach tree is too lazy, it doesn't want to germinate and bloom."

Hearing this short conversation, Bai Moqian felt like a bolt from the blue sky, he stared blankly at Li Shao's side face, his thin lips moved slightly.

This scene, this conversation, he had dreamed a long time ago, in the dream he couldn't see the face of the person behind him clearly, but he remembered the boy on the back very clearly - it was himself.

Senior brother, Ah Mo, Li Shao when he was young...all of these were overwhelmed, and the coincidence of this moment with the scene in the dream made Bai Moqian feel that there must be something important that he had forgotten , Moreover, this matter is related to Li Shao.

While thinking about it, the ground shook for a while, and the eyes were blurred for a moment, and there was a "Peng" sound again, as if a heavy object had been hit on the foot, and a dull pain came.

Bai Moqian took a deep breath, opened his eyes suddenly, the cabin was dark, the whole hull was shaking violently, the strong wind brought raindrops into the cabin, the candlestick on the desk fell down and hit his feet.

The curtain was lifted, and Li Shao walked in covered in rain.He took off the dripping hat and put it on the table. A few strands of hair on his forehead were wet from the rain and stuck to his forehead. His sleeves hanging on the ground were wet a lot, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

"What happened?" Bai Moqian hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, he shook his outer shirt and covered Li Shao's body.

"Suddenly there was a storm, and the waves on the river were a little high. I went out to move things outside the cabin." Li Shao sat down on the bed, and tightened the clothes that Bai Moqian covered himself with.

Bai Moqian lit the lamp, set up the stove and made warm tea for Li Shao, "Is there anything outside that needs to be moved?"

As soon as he said this, Bai Moqian stopped, he was addicted to catching fish yesterday, he caught four or five fishes, and kept them in the water bucket if they were not enough to eat, and put them outside the cabin.Li Shaoding is going to move the barrel.

Li Shao's complexion was a little pale, and his expression was also lazy. He sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, his white and slender fingers grasping Bai Moqian's coat, he looked a little pitiful.

After Bai Moqian made the tea, he poured a cup for Li Shao and put it beside the bed. He sat down beside Li Shao, put his arms around Li Shao's shoulder, "Caught a cold? Lay down and rest for a while, usually you are the one Take care of me, let me take care of you this time."

Li Shao seemed to be in a bad mood, he didn't tease the poor as usual, he promised to lie on the bed with his clothes on, but was grabbed by Bai Moqian, "Take off your clothes before going to sleep, the robes are all wet Are you trying to make your condition worse by sleeping like this?"

As Bai Moqian raised his hand, he took off Li Shao's coat. Li Shao leaned in Bai Moqian's arms, took the warm tea he handed him, took a few sips, lay down on his back, bent over With a smile, "Li Shao thanked Master Rabbit for taking care of him."

"Come on less," Bai Moqian tucked up the quilt for him, and gave Li Shao a non-threatening look, "Come on, don't make fun of me."

Li Shao couldn't help laughing, he covered his face and chuckled, with a smile on his brows, his eyes were all moving.

This smile is like a ray of east wind blowing from the frozen lake in February, and the lake breaks the ice instantly and sparkles with waves.

Bai Moqian's mind fluttered while watching, and it seemed that there were bursts of singing in his ears in a trance.

It's just that the Sheng Ge is a bit too intoxicating, which doesn't match Li Shao's clear air.

After a long while, Bai Moqian realized that the singing in his ears was not a hallucination, but came from the river.

"In this stormy and stormy day, who still wants to swim in the lake?" Bai Moqian came back to his senses and frowned.

Li Shao tilted his head slightly, half-closed his eyes, and looked calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

Bai Moqian couldn't bear to be woken up, stood up lightly, picked up the bamboo hat that Li Shao had worn on the table, put it on, and walked out with the curtain lifted.

The downpour made Bai Moqian stagger, and the water on the brim of the bamboo hat quickly hung down into a small water curtain. In less than half a stick of incense, Bai Moqian's clothes were already half soaked. .

So compared to Li Shao's appearance, Bai Moqian is simply horrible.

The hull of the boat was swayed from side to side by the rolling waves, Bai Moqian was afraid of disturbing Li Shao, so he hurriedly recited a spell silently, and covered the entire hull with spiritual power.

After finishing these things, Bai Moqian carefully identified the direction from which Sheng Ge was coming from.

The sky was dark, and from time to time, lightning split the thick clouds. Accompanied by rumbling thunder, the waves on the river surged, as if the sea water was pouring backwards, connecting with the low sky.

A brightly lit painted boat slowly approached from a distance. The painted boat was three stories high, with various lanterns hung on each floor. There were two phoenixes stretching their necks and wings carved on the bow and stern of the boat. There are long tapes at the four corners.

Bai Moqian frowned. In such a heavy rain, the boat sailed steadily, the lanterns on the boat were not affected by the wind, and the candlelight never flickered.

So abnormal.

Even if he used spiritual power to cover the wooden boat that he and Li Shao were in, it would also be affected by the wind and waves. It was really strange that the boat was able to run smoothly without any spiritual power protection.

Bai Moqian wiped a handful of rainwater with his hand, took a few steps forward, and stood at the bow of the boat. He saw a small boat with a leaf beside the painting boat, and a person stood on the boat, too far away, Bai Moqian Qian couldn't see the face clearly, but judging by the attire, he roughly guessed that he was a fisherman fishing in Wu Gorge.

"Hey - stay away from that boat, leave, leave -" Bai Moqian waved at the fisherman and shouted.

The fisherman seemed to have never heard Bai Moqian's shout, and continued to paddle towards the painting boat. Seeing this, Bai Moqian stepped on the boat with his left foot, jumped up, and flew towards the fishing boat with his sword.

When he landed on the fishing boat and got closer to the painting boat, Bai Moqian heard the noisy sound of pushing glasses and changing glasses from the painting boat from time to time. He looked up at the boat, but there was no one reflected on the window .

Only the voices of people can be heard, but no shadows of people can be seen.

Bai Moqian's eyes changed. Holding the ancient bronze sword in his arms, he took a few steps forward and patted the fisherman on the shoulder, "Leave quickly."

The fisherman who had been paddling stopped when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at Bai Moqian in a daze for a while, with a dull expression, as if he had been possessed by a demon.

Bai Moqian's eyes froze, he took out a talisman from his pocket, said "offend", and clapped his palm on the fisherman's chest.

The fisherman coughed and exhaled foul air, his eyes gradually cleared up.

"I, why am I here? Who are you?" The fisherman was taken aback, let go of his hand, and the oar fell down, and he stared at Bai Moqian.

Bai Moqian bent down to pick up the oar, and said while rowing: "Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, let's get out of here first."

The fisherman looked up at the painting boat next to him, yelled, and sat down on the boat and couldn't stop backing up, his eyes were full of fear, "Ghost, ghost boat...it's coming to kill again... ..."

As soon as Bai Moqian exerted strength with his arm, the boat swung a little. He raised his hand to wipe the rain from his face and asked, "What did you say? What ghost boat?"

The fisherman rolled and scrambled, he threw himself to Bai Moqian's legs, and hugged him, "Help me, ghost ship, that's a ghost ship, it's here to claim your life!"

Bai Moqian was staggered by him, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell headlong into the water.

The cold river water poured into his mouth and nose, and Bai Moqian struggled to surface, coughing and choking.

After finally climbing back into the boat, the fisherman rushed over and hugged him, "Help me, master! I am a fisherman fishing in Wu Gorge. Last night, I cast a net and caught a lot of fish. In the middle of the night, there was a sudden wind. Seeing that the weather was bad, I drew my nets and prepared to dock, but I was fascinated by this ghost ship. Experts must save me! My 80-year-old mother is waiting for me to go back..."

Bai Moqian didn't care to wring the water from his clothes, he patted the fisherman on the back, "Let's paddle together, get out of here quickly."

The fisherman stood up tremblingly, took the paddle from Bai Moqian, and the two quickly rowed the boat away amidst the huge waves.

All of a sudden, Bai Moqian felt a gust of wind blowing from the back of his neck, and the commotion in his ears became more and more obvious. The fisherman screamed, and his hands tightly grasped Bai Moqian's arm.

Bai Moqian turned his head and saw a pair of pale hands resting on the fisherman's shoulders, pulling him to the painting boat.

The fisherman was terrified, grabbed him tightly, tore Bai Moqian's clothes to pieces, and his nails dug into his arms.

Bai Moqian didn't care about the pain, he threw away the oar, took out a talisman from his bosom, and patted that hand.

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