to blame

On the way back, Ming Xia wished he could grow a few more hands to hold his new collection.

Qingqiu was a little worried, and kept looking back at him, "Have we been fooled? I heard that anyone who sells antiques can deceive people, and they will use nonsense such as testing eyesight and picking up leaks to fool people."

When Qingqiu thought of the less than four-digit balance on Mingxia's mobile phone, his flesh ached. He remembered that Mingxia had to pay back the money to the bank every month. What if he didn't pay it?

"Then what about your house?" Qingqiu was extremely worried.He knows that in human society, a house is a very important asset.If you have no assets, how can you marry a daughter-in-law in the future?

"It's okay. My parents left me a card, I can borrow it for a while." Ming Xia comforted the little fox, "Even if it's later, they won't care."

"It's great to have mom and dad," Qingqiu felt a little sour, and then remembered that he had a senior brother and Ming Xia, so he didn't feel so sour again, "Then why is this thing so expensive?"

"Because it's 'Dragon Tongue'." Ming Xia's voice was full of uncontrollable joy, "Even if it wasn't a real 'Dragon Tongue', the age of forging is about the same. And the performance is really good... When I go back, I will Check it out again."

When the word "go back" was mentioned, everyone was taken aback for a moment.

Qingqiu looked back at him cautiously, "Mingxia, do you still want to go back to Town Demon Division?"

Ming Xia touched his head, "What if I say I don't want to?"

Qingqiu shook his ears, and said simply: "Then I won't go back either. Let's open a small shop in the mountains." He forgot that Ming Xia still has family members in Yaozhou, and wholeheartedly regarded Ming Xia as his own. treasure.

Ming Xia laughed.

He sat on its back, the moon was right above his head, and he seemed to be able to pluck a few stars by stretching out his hand. The clear night sky was as clean as if it had been washed by clear water.

In the breeze passing by, there is the fresh aroma of plants in the mountains and forests.

At their feet, the mountains and forests spread slowly like a huge picture scroll, and countless creatures inhabit them, experiencing life, old age, sickness, death, joys and sorrows in their long or short lives.

Life is such an amazing thing.

Forrest Gump's mother said that no one knows what the next piece of chocolate will taste like.Ming Xia asked herself in her heart, what if the next one was bitter?

Never eat chocolate again?

Then change to another food until you get a taste you don't like, and continue to repeat the steps of throwing it away and changing to another?

No.

Ming Xia told himself that his plan for his own growth was not like this.

It’s not about bypassing pain, just avoiding it.In his expectation, after experiencing the pain that life gave him, he would become stronger, more... more fearless.

No matter what terrible flavors are hidden in the candy box that fate gave him, he can calmly and peacefully welcome, bear, and... digest.

Then turn it into nourishment for his growth.

The moonlight is like water, and the snow on the top of Fox Peak reflects the bright brilliance.

The meandering rivers on the grasslands and the smoky peach blossom forest all fell into a deep sleep under the starry sky.Occasionally, a small nocturnal animal ran through the forest, and there was a soft rustling sound.

This was the most beautiful and tender night that Ming Xia had ever seen.

Qingqiu landed by the river, held Ming Xia's hand and found a larger rock to sit down on, took out the snacks he bought at the market just now from his bag, and began to enjoy the moon in a relaxed and happy manner.

"This is delicious... this is slightly spicy... oh, this chicken feet is so soft..." Qingqiu recommended it to Ming Xia while eating. Ming Xia ate a lot at the market just now, and now I only picked a bottle of wine made from wild fruits and drank it.

Qingqiu was happy to eat, and stuffed something into his mouth casually.

It was a piece of meat torn from a chicken paw.Very strong sauce flavor, slightly spicy.

To be honest, the taste is still good.

Ming Xia held it in his mouth for a while, then swallowed it slowly.

Qingqiu pretended not to notice anything, and leaned on his shoulder, continuing to eat and drink.In fact, he was a little nervous, but he had to try anyway.

Mr. Hu said, it is best to let Mingxia get in touch with meat naturally in a relatively relaxed situation where everyone is not paying attention to food.

Qingqiu thinks that now is the relatively relaxed situation that Mr. Hu said.

But he knew that there was a limit to probing such things.He didn't dare to continue taking risks, so he told Ming Xia the interesting stories about living here when he was a child.

Ming Xia sat cross-legged on the reef, studied his new collection over and over again, and showed Qingqiu the word "Dragon Tongue".

Qingqiu doesn't know how to learn from ancient times, but he can feel that this thing has a powerful monster aura, maybe what the dragon tendon said is true.

"Ordinary human beings can't use this kind of thing." Qingqiu said: "It itself has demon power. If you want to subdue it, you have to be stronger than it, or there are other reasons for it to accept it voluntarily." You, for your use."

Ming Xia became a little nervous when he said, "It's more powerful than it... It's terrible. Is it possible to have a good relationship with it? The question is how to do it, offering sacrifices to it?"

The two of them were chatting wildly, when they heard a noise not far away: the sound of flapping wings, the sound of grass and trees being touched, and a slightly familiar creaking sound.

Qingqiu jumped up immediately, "Not good! It's a little white flower!"

Xiaobaihua and Xiaoheihua are two cubs from the rabbit family at the foot of the hillside. They are less than two months old, and they are so fluffy and cute.As soon as Qingqiu came home, he noticed that the Rabbit's family had another baby. He specially pulled a basket of radishes and greens from the vegetable garden to congratulate, and even played with his little white flower for a long time.

In just a short while, a huge bird flapped its wings and took off.It seems to be an eagle, and its size is much larger than ordinary eagles.In its paws it held a fluffy little rabbit that was struggling.

Qingqiu was about to jump up to grab it, but Ming Xia had already strung his bow and shot it out with an arrow.

The long arrow pierced through the wings of the big bird like lightning. The big bird let out a shrill neigh, let go of its prey, and plunged crookedly into the peach blossom forest.

Qingqiu jumped up and caught the little white flower that fell from mid-air.

Xiaobaihua lost her soul in such a catastrophe, she curled up in Qingqiu's hand and trembled non-stop.While stroking its fur to comfort it, Qingqiu trotted to send it home.

When he came back, he saw that Ming Xia had retrieved the arrow from the river and was squatting by the river washing the blood on the arrow.The longbow was behind her back, shining brightly under the full moon.

"Mingxia?" Qingqiu saw that he was distracted, "What are you thinking?"

Ming Xia flicked the water droplets on the arrow, and asked Qingqiu a little out of shape, "I shot that eagle just now, and I didn't feel any hindrance when I drew the bow. It was very smooth, and it felt handy... yes Didn't you say that 'Dragon Tongue' is willing to let me use it?"

Qingqiu didn't quite understand these things either, "Big...probably."

Ming Xia also laughed, "Or this is not the real deity in the legend, so the requirements for users are not so high?"

As if to refute Ming Xia's unreliable guess, the longbow on his back vibrated and made a slight "buzzing" sound.

Both Ming Xia and Qing Qiu were stunned.Because the moment the sound came out, both of them felt a shallow layer of energy fluctuations in the air.

Qingqiu opened his mouth wide, "Ming Xia, you are actually a half-demon, and it is willing to let you use it, which may be the reason."

Ming Xia reached out and patted the longbow lightly, "It's my honor."

Longbow seemed to be appeased and calmed down.

There was a strange feeling in Ming Xia's heart. It wasn't fear or worry, but...excitement.It seems that there is a corner of my heart that has been looking forward to the magical bridge that can only be encountered in this kind of story, and then...

He really did.

Mountain market, grocery store.

The old sika deer tidied up the inside and outside of the store, and then carefully closed and locked the door.The folk customs in the mountains are simple and honest, and there are no floating population from outside. Every household is unwilling to install heavy security doors like those cautious city dwellers.

Besides, monsters have their own methods.For example, arrange a few protective formations around the town, say hello to the small animals in the mountains, and report to the town as soon as there is any trouble.

Monsters have lived for a long time, and they are not careless.They have seen times of peace and prosperity, as well as natural disasters and man-made disasters, where the people are in dire straits. If you really want to compare them, there are still more days of unrest and hardship.

So, be careful.

The old sika deer closed the door leading to the inner house from the shop, and reached out to press the light in the corridor.

The structure of his house is very old. When there was no electricity in the early years, every time he passed this corridor, he had to use some demon power to see clearly.Since the electric light, all problems have been solved.

The old sika deer thought to himself, humans are not so useless.The things they invented can really make life more convenient and comfortable.

At the end of the corridor is a small courtyard. In the courtyard is a wooden table with wine and vegetables on it. A thin man is sitting there with a wine glass waiting for him.

The old sika deer walked to the edge of the well platform under the steps, fetched a basin of water, washed his face and hands, and walked over slowly, shaking the water drops from his hands.

The man holding the wine glass was not in a hurry until he sat down at the table before asking, "Is everything going well?"

The old sika deer sighed, "It's sold, and I think the official is quite satisfied. But you have to give me a promise, if I help you sell this thing, you won't get into any trouble, right?"

The man asked him back, "You don't believe me?"

"A letter is a letter." The old sika deer was still a little uneasy, "but those two are the officials of the town demon division. What if..."

"There's nothing wrong with it." The man poured wine into the glasses of the two of them. "The thing is real, and the consignment is real. If there is any trouble, you won't be blamed. You can rest assured."

"I still don't understand." The old sika deer asked him, "Why must it be sold to him and not to others?"

The man leaned over from the table and patted the old sika deer on the shoulder, "Bows and arrows are real good things. I didn't sell him to harm him. Even if someone wants to harm him, it's definitely not you and me."

The old sika deer sounded a little nervous, "Who...who will harm him?"

The man shook his wine glass and laughed softly, "Of course...the ones who will have the opportunity to see this pair of bows and arrows in the future."