Xianjun, please calm down

Da Zhuang knows too little. He can't touch the grievances of the Kong family, and he can't even see the shadow of the enemies of the Kong family who destroyed the family. The concubine is the elder sister who worked hard to raise him and depended on him. The life of the poor is worthless. Wang Dazhuang is alone, powerless, and without strong force. Even if the enemy is right in front of him, there is nothing he can do. Who would care about the grievances of such a small person?

The held hand of Yu Changqing exerted a slight force, but held Wang Dazhuang's not delicate fingers instead. If it was before, he could tell Dazhuang that he would help him find out the murderer and avenge his murder of his sister , but now that he can't protect himself, how dare he make such an empty promise to make Da Zhuang Kong happy for nothing?

But Wang Dazhuang is obviously a very optimistic person. After he was sad for a while, he calmed down, raised his head and said to Yu Changqing, who was frowning slightly: "Xianjun, don't worry about me. My sister told me before she got married that the life of the poor is cheap Cherish yourself, no matter what happens in the future, try your best to live a good life, do what you can, live the life you want, stick to your heart, don't be dominated by hatred, don't become less like yourself because of anything .”

Yu Changqing's long eyelashes moved slightly, it was not like an ordinary village girl could say this, he looked at Wang Dazhuang, and said, "Did your sister tell you where you came from and who is your family? "

Wang Dazhuang shook his head and said: "She didn't say anything, she just said that she couldn't live in the original place and her parents were gone, so she took me to escape."

Yu Changqing nodded, not wanting to talk about this topic that was too heavy for Wang Dazhuang, and said: "Since the matter has passed, it is useless to think about it, you can eat some more, I will give you this bowl too."

Wang Dazhuang was moved and said: "Xianjun, you are so kind to me, I will finish eating soon, let's go up the mountain together to find snakes."

He thought for a while and added, "You'll be fine soon."

Yu Changqing wanted to correct them that they were not looking for snakes, but looking for spiritual things that imbued the snakes with aura, but looked at Wang Dazhuang's face and didn't say anything.

All right, you said looking for a snake is looking for a snake.

Wang Dazhuang quickly finished his bowl of porridge, ate the bowl that Yu Changqing pushed him, and ate another steamed bun. When he was full, he packed up the bowls and chopsticks, checked the things to bring, and brought them with him. Xian Jun, who was fluttering in white clothes, went out together.

It was just dawn at this time, the road was very quiet, and no one went out. The two went up the mountain all the way, and when they reached the place where Yu Changqing was picked up before, the sky was already bright. Wang Dazhuang felt sorry for Yu Changqing's serious injury. I didn't walk fast on the road, and when I reached this forest, I said: "Xianjun, there are beasts ahead from here, let's take a rest first."

As a cultivator, Yu Changqing was sympathetic to Wang Dazhuang's mortal body, thinking that he must be tired, so he nodded, found a stone and was about to sit down, when Wang Dazhuang yelled, "Wait a minute!"

Yu Changqing paused, only to see Wang Dazhuang rushing forward, brushing off an ant that had worked so hard to climb up the rock, glaring at it, and then took off his coat and spread it on. Holding Yu Changqing's arm to let him sit down, he said in a low voice, "Although it's summer, there is heavy dew in the mountains. It's early in the morning, and the rocks are damp and cold. You have injuries. It's not good if you get cold."

Yu Changqing was a little funny, but he couldn't laugh. The cold-blooded and vicious Venerable Hanyang who rolled out of the mud came to Wang Dazhuang's place, and he became a person who was going to be pampered. Can't sit still, if Wang Dazhuang sees the scenes of those who were almost thrown into the alchemy furnace and burned to ashes, and huddled in the damp, cold and poisonous cliff crevices to avoid being hunted, he can't explode?

Wang Dazhuang didn't know what was going on in his mind, he was still busy pulling out the sleeve hem that was accidentally pressed down a little and arranging it, and smoothing out the ink-splashed long hair behind him that was blown by the mountain wind. After arriving behind him, feeling the smooth touch of the long hair, he couldn't help rubbing his fingers, and then sighed sincerely: "Xianjun, you are so beautiful, your injury will definitely heal soon. OK."

Yu Changqing gave way to the side, patted the seat beside him to signal Wang Dazhuang to sit down, and said with an unconscious smile on his face, "Your words are so strange, what does your appearance have to do with my injury?" connection?"

Wang Dazhuang followed Yu Changqing's instructions and sat down next to him, smelling the faint fragrance from his body, he said confidently: "Of course you will get better soon, you are so good-looking and kind-hearted, Mr. God can't bear to see you suffer!"

When Yu Changqing heard this, she really laughed out loud: "You think I have a good heart, and God can't bear to see me suffer?"

Wang Dazhuang looked at his smiling face in a daze, and nodded in a daze, "Of course, you are a good person, no one will have the heart to hurt you."

Yu Changqing looked at his serious face for a while, then turned her head away, and said softly, "Da Zhuang, you are so naive."

Wang Dazhuang is a novelty to Yu Changqing. He treats Yu Changqing with respect but not fear. He really takes care of him as an ordinary patient in need of help. He usually looks at him without any emotion. Panicked, "you" and "you" when speaking, did not use those trembling honorifics like other people, and of course did not have any contempt for him because he couldn't get out of bed when he was injured, and usually called him "Xianjun" , is just a common title, and doesn't have much meaning.

His eyes are open, and he dares to look directly at Yu Changqing's eyes and his face at any time, and the compliments such as "good-looking" that are always on his lips are also full of sincerity, without any hypocritical moisture or other intentions. When he says "beautiful", he really thinks it is beautiful, just like when he sees a flower and sincerely praises it as "really beautiful", it does not have any connotation of profanity.

He is a simple person, a pure gentleman, many times more noble than those hypocrites who are benevolent on the surface and sinister on the inside. Sometimes Yu Changqing really wants to drag him to the cultivation world, and use it as a mirror to look at those hypocrites. ugly face.

Thinking about it now, those thoughts when I just woke up are really the heart of a villain, but there is no way, in the cultivation world where people cannibalize people, the heart of guarding against others is indispensable, and only by being careful can you sail for thousands of years. For someone like Wang Dazhuang who trusts others so easily with a kind heart, I'm afraid even his bones have turned into mud at this moment.

Yu Changqing looked at the gloomy green hills around him, and thought that maybe only a simple place like Wangjia Village could raise a clean person like Wang Dazhuang.