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Xie Chenyan abided by his mother's teachings and walked southeast. Seeing injustice on the road, he acted chivalrously.

He rode his little white horse, wearing the sword in a conspicuous position, and looked around curiously along the way, but unfortunately, no one came up to him and said to him: "Young man, I see that you are good at martial arts, not as good as you and me." Let's compete?

Also, he also forgot to ask his mother, where is the Demon Cult besides the southeast?

He has been walking and stopping for nearly half a month, and all the money on his body has been spent, and he has not yet encountered any gangsters who have come forward to challenge him.

The Central Plains is prosperous, and the two dynasties of Nanyan and Beizhao signed a covenant to rule from east to west. At this time, it is a rare time of peace and prosperity. The government is well-organized and the people are harmonious. live a small life.

However, Xie Chenyan didn't know about this.

He walked all the way wondering, what about bullying the weak?What about bullying?Okay... what about bullying men and women?

Someone was really bullying men in front of him.

A group of men in black raised their knives and surrounded a scholar in white who looked weak from the back.

Xie Chenyan saw it from a distance, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

At this moment, he should shout loudly, jump up from the horseback, and take the lives of those thieves with a single sword...

But he can't, he is reluctant to step on his beloved little flower.

Xie Chenyan caressed his beloved little flower affectionately, the little flower felt comfortable, sneezed against the sun, and almost threw Xie Chenyan off.

Shen Menghan was thinking about how to get out, but the hidden guards didn't show up now, obviously they couldn't keep up.There is a cliff in the back, but with his current body, jumping off it is no better than catching him alive.

Both left and right are dead.

He secretly made up his mind, and secretly bit the pill in his mouth, but he heard a soft voice saying: "Let go of that..."

Shen Menghan turned his head.

Xie Chenyan was startled, and said in a trance: "...beauty."

Shen Menghan: "..."

When life and death were hanging by a thread, he seemed to be molested.

A little boy was sitting on a snow-white short-legged horse. He himself had a baby face. His face was so dirty that he couldn't tell what he looked like. He had only a pair of black and round eyes. He was riding on a short-legged horse. He is not tall either.

Like a lucky doll walking down from a New Year picture.

The hand holding the rein was still shaking, presumably because he was frightened.

Although the clothes were dirty and torn, they didn't look cheap, and just taking off a single jewel from the sword would be enough for an ordinary person to eat for a year.

It should be someone's young master who secretly went out to play.

To be able to encounter such a pitiful and lovely moment when he was dying, it must be because God also pitied him for his loneliness and wanted to add a touch of escape to his boring life.

Shen Menghan turned his head and said: "I don't know this person. This matter has nothing to do with him."

But with his hands behind his back, he waved to the strange boy, signaling him to leave quickly.

Xie Chenyan's heart was pounding with excitement.

He thought, it must be because he finally met the opportunity to act chivalrously, not because of this overly good-looking man.

The man didn't wear a sword, Xie Chenyan secretly regretted it, such a figure like the wind and the moon, dressed in white clothes stained with blood, if he wore a sword, he would be the suave and handsome Central Plains swordsman in his heart.

It's a pity that the men in that circle raised their knives and attacked the man without waiting for Xie Chenyan to give a loud shout and wait for someone to report his name.

Xie Chenyan's pupils shrank: his footsteps are sloppy, obviously he has no internal strength.

At this time, he didn't care whether to step on his little flower, and rushed towards the crowd with a light scold.

Before Shen Menghan had time to bite down the pill between his teeth, he saw a blur in front of his eyes, the baby-faced young man with a sword like a ghost, and those who besieged him fell to the ground in an instant.

Shen Menghan felt awe-inspiring.

He took a closer look, only to see that there was only a thin line of blood between the throats of those people, and there was no other injury.

He raised his eyes to look at the baby-faced boy again, his complexion changed a few times.

Xie Chenyan felt embarrassed when he saw him, rubbed his hands together and said, "Hey."

If I had known that I would be able to save the beauty today, I would not have saved the water money yesterday. Wearing dirty clothes is so ugly and embarrassing, Xie Chenyan was so wronged that he wanted to cry.

He saved someone, but he didn't say anything. After a while, the circles of his eyes were about to turn red. Shen Menghan suppressed the blood that was churning in his body, breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and saluted him: "Thank you, young hero, for saving me. A noble surname?"

He knows how to answer this!

Xie Chenyan straightened her chest and said, "Thank you for your surname!"

Seeing his proud expression, Shen Menghan couldn't help smiling, and said in a warm voice: "I have written down the kindness of Xie Shaoxia for saving me. I am in Shen Menghan, and my family has a little money. If Xie Shaoxia has any instructions, you can just mention them."

Xie Chenyan blinked.

Shen Menghan: "...What does the young hero mean?"

What do you mean?

Xie Chenyan's mind was spinning wildly, what should he say next?After your surname, do you have to ask for your humble name?Cheap doesn't seem like a good word.

Why did he just tell me his name?Is the conversation moving too fast?

Xie Chenyan thought to himself and replied: "Xie Chenyan."

Shen Menghan was startled.

But it's scary to call him a big name, and my mother only calls him by his first name and last name when he is disobedient.

So Xie Chenyan wronged and said: "You can call me Xiaoyan."

Shen Menghan: "..."

what's the situation?

Shen Menghan looked at the jolly short-legged horse, then at the round young man in front of him, and said softly, "Young Xia Xie lost his way?"

Xie Chenyan:? ? ?

Saying the name!Why did it go astray!

"No!" Xie Chenyan immediately denied.

He doesn't even know where the way is, how can he be considered lost!

Shen Menghan's eyes were already darkened, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I won't bother Xie Shaoxia, then let's leave it alone, later..."

"???" Xie Chenyan couldn't keep up with his thoughts, what if the green mountains don't change?Have you already jumped to the future?

Could it be that what his mother said is too old?Can't keep up with today's arena trends?

However, Shen Menghan was unable to distinguish his words. He ran too fast just now, the blood in his body was surging, the young man in front of him became more and more blurred, and he passed out like this.

The last scene before falling into darkness is the terrified face of the lumpy boy suddenly approaching, the round eyes widened even more, with the color of water.

It coincided with another face in memory, and Shen Menghan suddenly thought: It's him.

When Shen Menghan woke up, he was in the upper room of an inn. He turned his head with difficulty, and saw Xie Chenyan heaved a sigh of relief, grinning and saying, "You're awake!"

His eyes were still a little red, could it be that he was scared to cry because of his sudden fainting?

Shen Menghan said warmly: "What's wrong with Xie Shaoxia?"

Xie Chenyan's mind was still a little confused, he was obviously the one who had the accident, why did he just ask himself what's wrong?

He followed his own train of thought and said, "I need to take medicine when I wake up."

He helped Shen Menghan up and leaned on the couch, and carefully cushioned him with a pillow.

He took another bowl, his mother had been ill for the past few years, and he was also skilled at serving people, holding a spoon and blowing on it before feeding it to his mouth.

Shen Menghan hesitated for a while before opening his mouth.

He has always been cautious outside, but this young man is innocent and innocent, but he really doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions.

Besides, no matter how bad it is, can it be as bad as it is now?

Xie Chenyan fed the medicine carefully, and then wiped Shen Menghan's face with a freshly washed silk handkerchief. This is the best silk handkerchief on his body!He is reluctant to use it on weekdays!

Shen Menghan panted lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, young man."

Xie Chenyan didn't respond, the door opened and closed, and went downstairs.

The door was not closed tightly, and the summer wind blew the door panel rattling.

Shen Menghan was stunned for a while, wondering what the boy meant.

Xie Chenyan asked the shopkeeper for tea and sweet soup. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shen Menghan leaning on the side of the couch with her phoenix eyes slightly closed. Her long black hair was scattered on the snow-white jacket, making her complexion more white than snow. .

Only when he heard the sound did he slowly turn his face to the side.

This slow sideways movement hit Xie Chenyan's eyes, making his heart pound again.

He walked over with one hand and one foot, and poured him a cup of tea to rinse his mouth.

He didn't pay attention to what Shen Menghan said just now, but felt that his voice was hoarse.

This time Shen Menghan didn't speak anymore, drank a bowl of medicine, gained some strength, took the cup from his hand, and leaned there quietly.

Xie Chenyan suddenly emphasized: "Little Yan."

Shen Menghan was startled, his body hurts, and his brain is not so bright, but Xie Chenyan is not difficult to guess, so he said kindly: "Little Yan."

His voice was still a little hoarse, and when he called out "Little Smoke", half of Xie Chenyan's body was softened, and without thinking about it, he followed up and said, "Shen Menghan."

This name sounds really nice, Xie Chenyan thought secretly.

But if he called him Xiaoyan, wouldn't it be close enough for him to call him Shen Menghan?

So Xie Chenyan asked him: "What did your mother call you?"

Shen Menghan was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Xie Chenyan, his eyes were full of openness and innocence.

He rubbed the teacup with his fingers, the teacup was of poor texture, with a few small protrusions.

He said softly, "I don't have a mother."

Xie Chenyan let out an "ah", feeling a little embarrassed.

He asked again, "What about your father?"

Shen Menghan winked and said secretly: "I don't have a father either."

It turned out that both parents died, which is worse than him, Xie Chenyan couldn't help feeling a little distressed, he didn't look a few years older than him, so Xie Chenyan said: "Then can I call you Brother Menghan?"

Shen Menghan smiled a little and said, "Xiaoyan can call me anything."

Xie Chenyan was happy, and excitedly brought the sweet soup to him and said, "Try it! I like their sweet soup the most!"

If he hadn't spent all his money by drinking sweet soup, he would not have left this inn yesterday, would not have walked on that official road, and would not have met Shen Menghan.

Shen Menghan looked down at the bowl of soup. Handi white fungus paired with sea blood swallow, definitely not a cheap bowl of soup.

Xie Chenyan looked at him from the side, his eyes sparkling.

Shen Menghan didn't refuse, he was hunted all the way, and he couldn't eat anything properly for a few days, so he nodded slightly in thanks, and stretched out his hand to pick it up.

His finger touched Xie Chenyan's finger, it was icy cold, Xie Chenyan couldn't help shivering in the hot summer, and the cup of hot tea just now didn't seem to warm him up.

He took the bowl, his hands still shaking slightly.

Xie Chenyan shrank from the ice, and wrapped his hands around his without thinking.

His hands are small, and he still has the sensuality of a young man. He has practiced martial arts all year round, and his palms are warm, carrying the enthusiasm and sincerity of a young man.

Shen Menghan stared blankly at their interlocking fingers.

Xie Chenyan urged: "Eat quickly, how can you keep warm if you don't eat?"

A trace of a smile crossed Shen Menghan's eyes, and he smiled slightly: "Okay."