Luo nine needles

Chapter 101 March Day

After entering March, the weather became warmer day by day, and the wind passing through the street became much softer.

With a gust of wind blowing, red, white and white flower petals fell down the street, and the children couldn't help cheering with their hands open, while the people in the neighborhood were no strangers to it.

Others waved the scattered petals impatiently.

"Is this going to end?" He complained, "A good street has turned into a brothel."

The clerk at the next shop leaned against the door and laughed: "That depends on when Liu Ye's legs are well."

"That's a lot of suffering." Another person said, "It's been a hundred days of pain."

"The rich man is too, what are you doing teaching your son when you have nothing to do!" the previous person shouted angrily, "It would be nice to let Gao Xiaoliu live peacefully in the casino."

Laughing and cursing in the street, Gao Xiaoliu who was leaning against the window on the tall building seemed not to hear, and ignored it.

"Sixth Lord." The clerk next to him whispered, "The flowers are all gone."

Gao Xiaoliu didn't turn his head, and said lazily, "If you don't have any, go pick them up."

The store clerk said helplessly: "Master Liu, all the flowers on the street have been sold out, why don't we wait until tomorrow."

Gao Xiaoliu looked into the distance and sighed: "Tomorrow will be tomorrow, there will be so many tomorrows."

Is the young master being imprisoned in the building?The store clerk looked worried, why he leaned against the window every day and looked into the distance, he didn't look at all like Gao Xiaoliu, who used to dominate the casino, but like Gao Xiaoniang, who leaned on the door and looked after her husband.

"There are no flowers." Gao Xiaoniang turned her head and said, "Go pick some leaves."

Come on, the cursing on the street became even more fierce now, the shop assistant nodded his head, answered yes, and left with the dustpan.

The leaves, big and small, long and short, were thrown down, and the streets were full of curses.

Gao Xiaoliu turned a deaf ear, just looked into the distance, holding the leaves with his hands: "Come today, don't come today, come today, don't come today—"

There was a sudden silence on the street amidst the noise, and it wasn't quiet, there were trampling horses' hoofs, and some running around, but the shouts were suppressed, "Go, go, Duchasi is here—"

Duchas?

A group of dark Duchasi soldiers came galloping, and when the leaves fell from the sky on their heads, they raised their heads.

There was a slam of doors and windows closing, and then the screaming of people.

"Father—you can't leave your son—if you go—what can I do—I'm dead—"

Is someone having a emotional breakdown over the loss of their father?So it's not surprising to throw leaves or something.

Zhu Chuan raised his hand and knocked off the leaves on his shoulders.

"Don't want to live anymore?" he said, looking up, "Then I'll give him a ride to help others?"

"Okay, take care of yourself." Huo Lian said, brushing off the flowers and leaves that fell on her wrist.

Zhu Chuan hurriedly hugged the six-foot sword in his arms, and looked around sharply. The people hiding in the room around him hurriedly turned inward, and those who had nowhere to hide against the wall wished they could get into the wall.

Huo Lian urged the horse, and the blackness moved forward like a dark cloud. The people who ran into the room and squeezed against the wall rushed back to the street, watching the people and horses going away.

Although as a native of the capital, he should have gotten used to Duchasi long ago, but every time he sees him, he still feels palpitations.

"Why has Captain Huo been out so often these days?" Someone whispered.

The Duchasi is haunted in the capital, maybe where he appears, and people in the capital are used to seeing it, but Huo Lian rarely sees it. At the beginning, he personally beat up officials and ransacked their homes and murdered them. Later, he was not often required to appear in person. , either in the palace or in Duchasi.

In this season of warm spring and flowers blooming, why did you see Huo Lian walking through the street for two or three days in a row?

Someone must be unlucky again!
Unhurriedly crossing half of the city to the street where Duchasi is located, Zhu Chuan lowered his tense shoulders and did not look left and right. There are people from Duchasi on the left and right. If there are still people in this situation Dare to come to grab the sword, that's really crazy.

"Captain." He waved the six-foot sword in front of him, "How could that man blatantly grab the sword from us? Are you crazy?"

are you crazy?Huo Lian looked ahead, and there seemed to be a person laughing in the void in front of him.

"Come on, little brother." The man called, "Help me a little bit."

Huo Lian lowered her eyes, then raised her eyes clear, and said, "Those people are lunatics."

Although the town is a bit small, everything is revived in spring, flowers are blooming and willows are green, and the small town has become noisy.

There are more baskets and peddlers on the street, all for food and drink.

"Sole soles—"

"Selling straw weaving—"

"Fresh eggs—"

Chuntao was walking on the street. Not only was she no longer shy, her basket was replaced by a bamboo basket. Apart from shoe soles, she also had a few more things to sell.

Not long after I left, I was stopped by someone, picking and choosing, "Are the eggs fresh?" "Is this grass steamed?"

Chuntao answered one by one, even bargaining, "Auntie, it's fresh, you can feel it still warm." "It can't be any cheaper, I originally kept it for myself, and there are patients at home." "I can't help but need to buy medicine."

Hearing what she said, the women were embarrassed to bargain any more, and almost bought it.

After walking two streets and being called by a woman picking vegetables outside the door, the baskets were already half empty.

"Chuntao, you are getting better at doing business now." The woman said with a smile.

Chuntao smiled shyly, and took out a small bag of pickles from the basket: "Auntie, this is for you to taste."

The woman hurriedly raised her hand and refused: "How can I ask for you for nothing? It's not easy to earn some money."

Chuntao said, "I want to thank Auntie—"

At this point, the woman interrupted with an ouch: "I have nothing to thank." Speaking of this, there was a bit of warning in his eyes.

Chuntao froze slightly, and her voice became softer: "—Auntie took care of my business from the beginning, if it wasn't for Auntie, I wouldn't have persisted, our family might not survive this winter."

The neighbor next to him just came out, and when he heard it, he smiled and said, "Aunt Zhou is the kindest person."

The aunt of the Zhou family smiled: "I bought things with cheap money, and I can become a good person."

After saying this, she looked at Chuntao again with something interesting in her eyes.

Chuntao understood and didn't say such words again, but she didn't change her mind. At that time, she just sent a letter, and the group of evil bandits were really wiped out.

Although all the officers and soldiers appeared at the time, Chuntao felt that all this had something to do with the letter she handed over, the aunt of the Zhou family.

What she said was not a lie. If those bandits hadn't been wiped out in time, her home, her village, would definitely not survive this winter.

Although Brother Ah Shui never mentioned this matter again after that day, and she didn't ask again, but she began to come to the city regularly to peddle.

In fact, I don’t know why I did this, probably because I thought that if I encountered a situation where I couldn’t work every day, I would have something to rely on and hope for.

Chuntao also knew how to avoid suspicion. In the past, she rarely came to Aunt Zhou's side. This was only the third time.

She got up to say goodbye, but when she was about to carry the basket on her back, someone came over again.

"Are these shoe soles for sale?" the female voice asked, reaching out to touch the straw sandals hanging outside the basket.

Chuntao hurriedly answered yes, raised her head, and saw two young girls.

The leading girl leaned over slightly and lifted her feet, took off the straw sandals on her feet, held them in her hands and said, "Look, is there any suitable size for my feet?"

Chuntao stared at the straw sandals in front of her, she was startled, the knot on the side of the sandals was very familiar.
Aunt Zhou, who seemed to be picking vegetables next to her, was also slightly taken aback, and then coughed lightly.

"Chuntao, we have business again." Aunt Zhou said, handing over the bench she was sitting on, and looking at the girl, "Miss, sit down and try slowly."

Meng Xichang was able to get out of bed and walk around. He walked to the entrance of the village with a wooden stick and looked ahead. It was already dusk, and the world was dark.

"Ah Shui, Ah Shui?"

There was a shout from behind, the old woman's voice was a little trembling, and her Qi was unstable.

Meng Xichang hurriedly turned his head and responded, "I'm here, aunt."

The old woman came tremblingly: "Why did you come out?"

Meng Xichang said, "I'm going out for a walk."

The old woman sighed: "Don't lie to me, do you want to leave?"

Meng Xi was silent for a moment.

"I know you are a capable person, it is impossible to stay in our mountain village." The old woman continued, "I am not pestering you not to let you go, even if you go, you have to recover from your injuries before you go. Go, if there is another accident, we will save your life for nothing."

Meng Xichang said: "Mother, I am not ungrateful and leaving without saying goodbye, I am a useless person, I can no longer let you support me."

"What did you say, you are still alive, so you are not a useless person." The old woman said angrily, "You are just injured, take care of yourself—"

Meng Xi was silent, wanting to say something, a voice came from afar.

"Mother—Brother Ah Shui—"

Chief Meng Xi and the woman both looked over and saw two horses approaching slowly from outside the village, a girl was riding alone, while Chuntao was riding with another, waving happily.

It was dusk and it was difficult to see the appearance of the person coming, only Chuntao's voice echoed.

"Brother Ah Shui, your family is here."

family?

Chief Meng Xi knows that there are people from the Mo Sect here, and the news he conveyed last time has spread smoothly, but there is no communication between the Mo Sect without complaints or demands.

Is Momen over here looking for him for something?
But now apart from his life, nothing else can help.

Just as Meng Xichang was thinking, someone had already approached, and the girl riding alone dismounted.

"Meng Xia." She said, bowing her hands together, "Long time no see."

Meng Xichang saw the girl's appearance clearly, and was a little surprised: "The seventh master."

It turned out to be her.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Qixing said: "Let me see if you need help."

Her eyes fell on his right hand, which was empty under the sleeve.

(End of this chapter)