There are bandits next to the farmhouse

Chapter 1167 On the Road
Well, let Shang Wu follow you.

The plan is finalized, and it moves swiftly and resolutely.

Taking advantage of the time to visit the temple fair, the important women and children of the Mo family walked cleanly.

Of course, not only the Mo family, but also the people involved have made corresponding arrangements.

This year is destined to be a bloodbath.

……

"Princess, where are we going?" Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Wuzhu looked at her blankly.

Facing the white world outside, his heart was as pale as snow, and the way ahead was unknown.

"Don't you like snow?" Xian Yu said with a faint smile, "I don't remember seeing snow in the southern country."

Xiao Wuzhu lowered his head and said: "So what if you see it, so what if you don't see it? Master said, what we want to know is in words. What we want to see is in calligraphy and painting. I have seen paintings with snow .”

At such a young age, he understands many things that adults may not understand, Xianyu looks at him with pity.

"I understand what you mean." Xianyu sighed: "You deliberately don't look at the scenery outside the window, not because you don't like it, but because you feel that these things are destined not to belong to you. At first, don’t like it, right?”

He lowered his head, bit his lip tightly, and nodded slightly.

Accidentally brought out phoenix delicacies, and I don't know if it's right or wrong.

Although he will be a shaman in the future, he is different from previous shamans. They have lived in the shrine all their lives, and they are proud of staying in the shrine, and they regard worshiping the shaman god as cultivation.

However, Feng Yao's thought that the future is eager to be promoted, after experiencing a wonderful life, and seeing the sky, mountains and rivers beyond the world, can she still stick to her beliefs and endure the boundless loneliness?
Xianyu sighed, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "In fact, after owning it, it is also a good memory, isn't it? When you want to read this memory, you don't have to look at other people's writing and drawing, you can Draw what you see and leave it to future Wuzhu."

Xianyu was talking, but suddenly changed the subject, "Why do I think that Wu Zhu doesn't necessarily have to stay in the shrine all the time!"

Xianyu's words made Feng Yao's eyes turn slightly, she lowered her head, and saw Mo Jingshu staring at them with wide eyes.

"Hey, when did you wake up?"

This child didn't cry or make trouble when she woke up, and she didn't even know she woke up.

"Yes, yes..."

She stretched out her hand, not knowing what to ask for.

Xian Yu picked her up and asked with a smile, "What do you want?"

After all, give her a snare drum.

But she pushed the snare drum away and continued to hear the sound of 'want'.

"Do you want me to hug you?" Feng Yao happily stretched out her hand, and the little girl really rushed towards him.

Xianyu couldn't help but smile bitterly, but the "yes" she said was not "yes", but delicacies.

The little girl is one year and two months old. Not only can she call her parents, she can ask for food, she can also say some simple words, a few words.

It was getting late and the light outside the window was not so bright, so Xianyu lifted the curtain on the carriage to allow them to enjoy the snow scene.

"We'll be entering the city soon." Shang Wu, who was driving the carriage ahead, said loudly.

There were several carriages in a row behind, and they all responded to him.

Xianyu puts a thick cloak on Jingshu, only revealing a pair of eyes.

She carried her out of the carriage, one holding the child and the other holding Feng Yao.

This city is not their destination, but an intermediate city where they will rest for a while and set off again the next day.

(End of this chapter)