Jiaohua

Chapter 39
Su Juren got up early.

Bizhu poured a basin of water, but couldn't heat it, so Su Juren took cold water to clean up her appearance.

Wiping the water droplets off his face with a dry cloth, Su Juren looked at Bizhu: "Ali is up?"

"Ali left last night." Bizhu said.

"She's gone?" Su Juren was taken aback, "What time was last night?"

"Last night, Mr. asked me to take her back to the house to sleep. She came in and stood for a while and then left. I asked her to leave now, and she said she would come to see how I live."

"Then you didn't ask her where she was going, and you didn't hold her?" Su Juren said incredulously.

Bizhu was a little depressed: "I asked, and she said to go back to the back mountain. I said that it is so dark today, and the bridge is gone, how can you go back. In the end, she said, go back. Besides, sir, I also wanted to stop it, but I don't know why, but she looks like I can't stop her."

She looks like that.

This sentence reminded Su Juren of the appearance of a little girl.

Her facial features are clean, her eyebrows and eyes are beautiful, and the black purple and bruises on her face do not affect her clarity at all. She smiles like pear blossoms sweeping snow, and she has an endless sense of lightness and ease.

Moreover, Su Juren likes this little girl's eyes very much, clear and confident, always smiling, like a faint lake light.

"Strange, strange," Su Juren pondered, "not like a girl."

"Huh?" Bi Zhu tilted her head.

"Then, she left?" Su Juren looked back at Bi Zhu.

"Yes, let's go."

Su Juren nodded.

"I'm going to teach Bian Yuanfeng a lesson later. Go to the bridge and ask now. She can go back."

"Ah."

Bi Zhu responded and turned to leave.

Su Juren looked at the well water in the basin thoughtfully.

It should be something to worry about, not to mention girls, ordinary girls of fifteen or sixteen years old would not dare to cross the barren mountains alone in the middle of the night.

Anyway, that Bian Yuanxue would never dare, she was foolish and brave, she would go when she was provoked, but halfway through she had to hide by the roadside crying.

But Ah Li, Su Juren's eyebrows were raised, why did she think she could do it, inexplicably, she felt as if she could not worry about her.

"Strange, strange," Su Juren said again, "it's just a girl."

Xia Zhaoyi leaned on a tree trunk and just climbed to the top of the mountain.

The worn-out small cloth shoes were tied with specially made grass and trees, and stepped on the wet and flat mud.

Since she was not in a hurry, she was not in a hurry, she thought about herself all the way, and occasionally admired the landscape, which was considered leisurely.

The early sun is like gold, and the vast clouds roll over.

The top of the mountain is covered with vines, the view is wide, and the breeze is blowing in bursts, with the fragrance of unknown wildflowers, which is refreshing.

Xia Zhaoyi stretched out her hand to cover her browbones, standing here looking out, her eyes could be far away.

I still like the feeling of being at the top of the mountain and looking at the mountains.

With a sigh of relief, when she retracted her gaze, her gaze fell on a stone tablet in the distance.

cemetery?

Xia Zhaoyi glanced curiously a few more times and walked away leaning on the trunk.

It is indeed a cemetery, not small in scale, with more than one tombstone. Judging from the old inscriptions on it, the identities should be those of the former masters.

Weeds in front of the grave swayed, moss spread all over, and the flags that fell on the ground were damaged and moldy.

The tree trunk in Xia Zhaoyi's hand picked up the flag and looked up at the tombstones taller than her.

This gang of horse thieves seems to be older than she thought. Intuitively, there are a lot of stories here, but she has never been a play-loving person, and she is reluctant to delve into it.

However, the way these graves are arranged is quite interesting.

"Chi Qin."

The tree trunk in Xia Zhaoyi's hand touched the ground.

Turning to look at the tomb on the other side, the tree trunk also moved over and tapped on the ground again.

"Shan Xuan."

"Lone Crane."

"Ziwei."

……

Xia Zhaoyi clicked a few times, and where the tree trunks landed on the ground seemed to form a large nebula.

She raised her head to look at the sky where the dark clouds were gradually approaching. During the day, she couldn't see the stars, so it was a little difficult to correspond, but this list seemed to be one of the magical annihilation formations in Master's ancient books.

coincidence?

deliberately?

In the past, Xia Zhaoyi didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and she never cared about these gods and gods, but now that she can stand here alive, it is mysterious enough.

Using the trunk of the tree, Xia Zhaoyi sat down on the grave next to him and watched the rain clouds gradually drifting in the distance.

If it is a coincidence, then these people are too unlucky.

If it's intentional, I don't know which master is guiding them, and they are playing with them in a different way.

Of course, she's still too lazy to get too deep into it. Now she has to think about how far her feet can go every day after leaving here.

Anyway, it is impossible to ride a horse, with small arms and calves, it is almost the same as being ridden by a horse.

(End of this chapter)