Rivers and lakes demolition team

In early spring, everything grows, and flowers and herbs are planted in Xuhuai Valley. When the weather is fine, it is full of greenery and dancing butterflies.

Bai Sang sat in the corridor, looking at the children chasing butterflies all over the yard.

She leaned on her cheek, sighed softly, and muttered, "It's really not like a person."

The child's skin is lavender, he can't speak, he can't walk well, and he mostly crawls on the ground, making his clothes dirty.

There was a shackle around her neck, and she was still dragging a chain, but those people tied her up like a dog.

Although Scrophulariae took off the chain, the shackle was made of refined iron, and it was tightly attached to her neck, and it could not be removed.

Scrophulariaceae went to assist Miaojiang Gu Emperor to put down the rebellion, and brought her back when he came back.

When people in the valley learned that this was the legendary Living Human Gu, they all rejected it.

Legend has it that the civil strife in Miaojiang was caused by the living person Gu.Most of Xuhuaigu's disciples who went to assist this time died, and there were few disciples in Guzhong Huiwu, but this time they were discounted, and they will have no power to protect themselves in the future.

How could Xu Huaigu be happy when he saw this source of disaster, not to mention leaving this thing in Xuhuai Valley, he didn't know what kind of disaster it would bring in the future.

The Xuhuai Valley disciples all advised Scrophulariae to throw out this trouble, Scrophulariae verbally agreed, two days later, I will send it away.

Two days after two days, until he was accepted as a disciple, named Mo Qingyan.

Bai Sang was in a trance when suddenly she heard a 'rustling' sound. She came back to her senses and looked at Mo Qingyan.

Mo Qingyan had already crawled to the corner like a bug, with his back turned to her, not knowing what he was doing.

Bai Sang shouted: "Speak lightly."

He barked twice, but the man should not answer.

Scrophulariaceae said that she may be hearing impaired, or she may only respond to specific sounds, so to call her, she must use a very loud voice.

With a sudden drink, her body trembles, and she turns her head to look at you blankly.

Bai Sang rubbed her forehead, she couldn't do this kind of thing, everyone in the valley knew that she had a soft temper, soft-spoken, and was always easy to talk.

But it was because of being easy to talk that Scrophulariae was able to entrust Gu Mo Qingyan with the task of looking after her.

Scrophulariaceae, as the owner of the valley, is busy with things, even though Mo Qingyan is accepted as his disciple, let alone teaching her, he even has very little time to see her.

Those elders wished that Mo Qingyan would leave, and no one was willing to help Scrophulariae Scrophulariae teach Mo Qingyan, they pushed and pushed, and finally pushed to Baisang.

Bai Sang stood up, walked towards Mo Qingyan, still calling her: "Qingyan."

Bai Sang walked up to her and took a look, she was startled, and even the voice called Mo Qingyan distorted and changed color.

Mo Qingyan had a snake in his mouth.The snake was pitch black, and its scales reflected multicolored light in the sunlight. One could tell it was a poisonous snake. It must have been used as medicine by the disciples of the sect, and somehow slipped out.

Mo Qingyan bit the snake's head.The snake didn't know if it was dead or not, its body was wrapped around Mo Qingyan's arm, and its tail was thin and long.

Mo Qingyan sucked his mouth twice, intending to suck the poisonous snake down and eat it.

Bai Sang panicked, "You can't eat this!"

"Speak lightly, spit it out!"

After talking a lot, Mo Qingyan ignored her.Bai Sang went to snatch the snake, but Mo Qingyan was young but possessed a brute force.Although Bai Sang has reached Ji, he is not as strong as her.

Mo Qingyan didn't let go of the snake, and she couldn't get it out.

She couldn't stop it, and she couldn't understand what she said.

Bai Sang even called her a few times, but Mo Qingyan didn't respond.

She is a responsible person, although she also persuaded Scrophulariae not to keep Mo Qingyan in Xuhuai Valley, but now that Mo Qingyan has stayed and is taken care of by her, she will take good care of her.

Bai Sang panicked, remembering how the explanation of Scrophulariae Scrophulariae provoked Mo Qingyan's reaction, even if she was a gentle person, she would have to be pushed out of the shelves now, so she raised her voice and sternly shouted: "Mo Qingyan!"

Mo Qingyan trembled, and slowly raised his head to look at her.

Seeing her wet eyes, Bai Sang looked at him blankly, maybe she didn't have any emotions in her heart, but Bai Sang could see some grievances and fears.

Feeling sorry in her heart, Bai Sang pulled the poisonous snake out of her mouth.

The poisonous snake was already dead, its head was bitten by Mo Qingyan, blood and saliva were mixed together.

Bai Sang threw the poisonous snake aside, opened Mo Qingyan's mouth and took a look.

Mo Qingyan's tongue was also purple. When Bai Sang checked whether there was a wound, his tongue moved wildly, and he came to lick her finger.

Bai Sang slapped him lightly, "Don't move around."

This time, Mo Qingyan seemed to understand, and retracted his tongue again.

With a thought, Bai Sang asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mo Qingyan shouted: "Ah..."

The meaningless syllable was infinitely elongated, making Bai Sang's eardrums ache.

At the end, Mo Qingyan suddenly let out a "what".

Bai Sang seemed to have discovered something novel, her eyes lit up, she held Mo Qingyan's two dirty paws, and said, "Qingyan, I'm called—teacher—uncle."

She separated the two words and spoke clearly and slowly.

"what……"

"—teacher—uncle."

"what……"

Bai Sang tried a few times but was unsuccessful, but she was quite satisfied with Mo Qingyan's word 'ah' with ups and downs, and took Mo Wen's hand to the kitchen.

She is not good at cooking, but before it was time for dinner, the disciple who was in charge of cooking was nowhere to be seen, so she had to go to the battle herself.

She took out the armband to tie up her long sleeves, and tied up her hair with a hair tie. She lit the fire and washed the vegetables, but she did it neatly.

The bright red fire flickered in her eyes, and she reached out her hand into the fire.

A vein twitched on Baisang's forehead, and she felt that if things went on for a long time, her temper would become as violent as that fire.

"Don't talk lightly!"

Bai Sang pulled her hand back, saw that her hand was covered with blisters, and wanted to say a few words to her, but after thinking about it, she didn't understand anything, how could she know that fire hurts people.

Bai Sang took her to the running water and washed her again and again, seeing that she was still unresponsive, she asked, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"

Mo Qingyan looked at her with the same ignorant eyes.

Bai Sang couldn't help pinching her cheek, and finally let out a long sigh: "You don't understand either, so I'm asking you what to do."

Bai Sang bandaged her with medicine, her hands were swollen like pig's trotters, and she couldn't eat, so Bai Sang had to feed her.

She originally wanted to teach her how to use chopsticks, but now it seems that it will take a while to feed her.

Mo Qingyan's stomach is a bottomless pit, no matter how much she feeds, she seems to be hungry, with her mouth open waiting to bite the spoon.

She ate up all the three dishes and one soup that Bai Sang made, and she was so appreciative, Bai Sang was naturally happy, touched her head, looked at her with her mouth still open, and said, "You can't eat any more, it's not good for your health." .”

At this time, it was time to light the fire and cook, the disciple in charge of the back kitchen came in, saw Bai Sang, and said with a smile: "Uncle Bai Sang, why are you here?"

"She's hungry, I'll borrow the kitchen to cook some meals."

"You can tell us to do these things."

Mo Qingyan looked at that disciple, at Bai Sang, and shouted again: "Ah..."

The disciple asked strangely: "Did junior sister not eat well?"

Bai Sang also didn't understand why Mo Qingyan yelled suddenly, maybe she was imitating their speech, but it was too noisy, Fang wanted to tell her to shut up.

Mo Qingyan uttered the word "Sang" at the end, as if when he closed his mouth, the tip of his tongue pressed against the palate, and when the breath rushed out, there happened to be such a voice, which sounded like 'Sang'.

Bai Sang was stunned for a moment, then continued the previous teaching: "Qingyan, call—teacher—uncle."

The disciple found it interesting, and asked, "Uncle Bai Sang, have you taught her how to speak yet?" The words are clear, not like an illusion.

"—teacher—uncle."

"Ah... Sang."

Bai Sang taught her several times to fail, Mo Qingyan only knew how to read the words 'ah' and 'Sang' upside down from beginning to end.Bai Sang felt that this was like teasing a newborn child, and she found it funny and very interesting.

From this day on, she devoted herself to teaching Mo Qingyan to speak and read.

'Ah' and 'Sang' became the first two words that Mo Qingyan learned, just like countless children, the first to call them is always 'father and mother', because parents hope that the first person to call her is herself, So teach her so.

Bai Sang is not her parents, but she also hoped that she would be the first to call herself, so I taught her to call her "Master Uncle". Maybe these two words are much rarer. '.

Bai Sang smiled and let her go too.

The days of getting along like this passed extremely quickly, and two years passed in a blink of an eye.

Scrophulariaceae consulted ancient books, looking for ways to let Mo Qingyan take a daily medicinal bath, her purple skin became pale purple and pale, and finally there was a trace of blood, making her look like a normal person.

He urged her to practice martial arts every day, so that her blood energy circulated, and her pulse was not as subtle as it was at the beginning.

Scrophulariae taught her how to practice martial arts, and Baisang taught her medical skills.

Mo Qingyan can already speak some words intermittently, not only can be called 'Uncle Shi' but also 'Master' and 'Uncle Shi'.

Thanks to Bai Sang for tuning/teaching.

So Mo Qingyan was a little afraid of her.Afraid that she respects her, loves her and relies on her.

As long as Bai Sang raised her eyebrows and shouted coldly, she would shrink back, her heart hanging, she didn't dare to move too much; as long as she beckoned: "Qingyan, come here." She would walk over obediently, rubbing her face against her palm .Like animals, express attachment purely and straightforwardly with actions.

There is an acacia tree next to the flower field in Xuhuai Valley. The tree is thick and strong. It has been standing here for many years and has witnessed the growth of generations of disciples.

Bai Sang likes to sit under the tree and read, and she often teaches Mo Qingyan here to read and recognize characters.

This day, Bai Sang fell asleep leaning against the tree. The spring breeze was blowing, and the corners of her clothes were floating, the leaves were swaying, and the shadows were mottled. She was like a fairy among flowers, which made people love her.

Mo Qingyan stood in a field of ivy flowers, standing in the scorching sun, clasped his hands, his face was numb, but anyone who knew her must know her uneasiness.

A figure approached, Scrophulariaceae, dressed in a smoky green feather shirt, walked to Mo Qingyan's side, with a generous palm caressing the top of her head, he said in a warm voice, "I heard you made her angry again?"

Mo Qingyan let out a low "woo".

Scrophulariaceae has excellent eyesight, so he squinted his eyes to see the book in Baisang's hand. He asked, "She is teaching you "The Analects of Confucius", which chapter did she learn?"

Mo Qingyan looked at Bai Sang's sleeping face from afar, and said, "Learn and learn."

Scrophulariaceae squatted down and looked into her eyes, with a kind look on his face: "When you enter, you are filial; Injure a disciple of the same sect? The master taught you martial arts, on the one hand, I hope you will strengthen your body, and on the other hand, if you have the strength, I hope you will protect the disciples of the same sect, it is not for you to be strong and bully the weak."

Mo Qingyan whimpered in her throat, lowered her head and nodded, indicating that she knew she was wrong.

Scrophulariaceae stroked her face, and she rubbed against his hand lightly.

Scrophulariaceae smiled and said: "Master has also investigated this matter clearly. It's not all your fault, it was the disciple who made a slip of the tongue first. You are defending Master, right?"

"Yeah. But...Uncle Master...is angry." Mo Qingyan said, his voice was still very vague, and he couldn't utter a word fluently.

"You have good intentions, and you did it with love and care, but the method is not right. You can't be so reckless in the future."

Scrophulariaceae held Mo Qingyan's hands, and Mo Qingyan nodded again.

"However, for the sake of defending my uncle and knowing that I was wrong. Master will teach you a way to let my uncle calm down."

Mo Qingyan stared straight at him.

Scrophulariaceae pulled out the ivy flower on the side, wrapped a garland skillfully, and put it on Mo Qingyan's head: "I'll teach you, but don't use it indiscriminately in the future. With this method, you will unscrupulously make my uncle angry. Only your uncle After a long time, you can only use it to coax your uncle when you know you are wrong."

Mo Qingyan touched the wreath, raised his eyeballs, to see what it was.

Scrophulariaceae had pulled another section of ivy out, and said: "Come, learn from Master."

Mo Qingyan squatted next to Scrophulariaceae, also pulled a section of ivy, and followed him in a decent manner.

When Bai Sang woke up, she saw under the sun, in the field of ivy and flowers, two figures, one big and one small, one white and one green, were leaning against each other, with their backs to her, not knowing what they were doing.

Until Mo Qingyan stood up straight, holding something, suddenly turned around.She hastily closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She raised her eyelids slightly, and from that little slit, she saw Mo Qingyan running over excitedly with the thing, and within a few steps, she tripped over Ivy and fell to the ground.

Her eyelids twitched, and she opened her eyes naturally.Mo Qingyan had already got up and ran over.

"Master... Uncle Shi, here you are..." Mo Qingyan was still hesitating, afraid that Bai Sang would get angry, and the wreath in his hand would not be handed over.

Bai Sang glanced at Scrophulariaceae.Scrophulariaceae stood behind Mo Qingyan, smiling with his hands behind his back, seeing Bai Sang looking over, he said in a low voice: "Qingyan knows that he was wrong, so don't be angry if you accept this wreath." After saying that, she winked at her .

Bai Sang instantly understood the cause and effect of the appearance of the wreath, and she hated the tacit understanding with her senior brother.

What a way not to be angry.It's just to give her a way to calm down, and let her not pursue it.

Bai Sang sighed helplessly and lowered her head slightly.

Mo Qingyan walked over and put the wreath on her head: "Master...don't be angry..."

Bai Sang brushed the dust off her clothes, and said, "Be more obedient in the future, so the uncle won't be angry."

Seeing her saying this, Mo Qingyan knew that she was really not angry anymore, so he was overjoyed and leaned over to hug her.

Bai Sang hugged her and let her sit beside her.

The scenery was just right, and Scrophulariae stole half a day of leisure, so he leaned against Mo Qingyan and sat under the shade of a tree.

Mo Qingyan thought of something, ran over erratically, pulled a section of ivy flower, wound it into a frizzy garland, and put it on the head of Scrophulariaceae.

Scrophulariaceae smoothed the hair messed up by Mo Qingyan, and asked the two of them with a smile, "How is it?"

Bai Sang chuckled: "Senior brother, it's too flamboyant."

Scrophulariaceae laughed a few times.Mo Qingyan squeezed between the two again, holding their arms, leaning against the tree trunk, and resting under the shadow of the tree.

The leaves swayed, and Mo Qingyan raised his head to look at the sunlight leaking through the cracks, and the warmth enveloped his whole body.

This place of peace of mind is my hometown, I hope that time will slow down for you.