Since he put on the soul-catching bell on his feet, Nie Xiaoqian has temporarily stopped his flag to cover up his eyes and ears.

Every night, I sit alone in the water and live in the Jinghu Pavilion, playing the piano, watching the moon, reading, or practicing calligraphy. It seems as quiet as a mountain, and external things are not winding.

After more than half a month of this, she felt that those who were following the stalking relaxed again, and she picked up her thoughts again.

At this time, the moon was cold and cold. Nie Xiaoqian wrapped her body with a few feet of gauze, and she seemed to have not noticed the strong evening breeze whizzing past the pavilion.

It has been more than a month since she traveled to this strange Ming Dynasty and became Nie Xiaoqian. She thought about it. Seeing the yellow leaves in front of the pavilion, the flowing eyes no longer had the desolation of the first time, and her expression no longer had the grief of yesterday. The whole ghost body became more and more distant and misty.

"I wonder how the engraving of "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Seal" is now going?" Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself.

In the past half a month, she had not taken a step toward Heifenglin. She could not imagine how fast Wang Qiongying's sister's movements were. Now she has printed the novel and spread it throughout the county town, and in the boudoir of a lady who can read and recognize words.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about this. The book I finished was poured out of water. It would be useless to think about it. Wang Qiongying was waiting for him to visit him, and he might be in a hurry."

Thinking of the girl who just met her sister and sister kept calling her, which made her feel cold and at the same time felt friendly, Nie Xiaoqian decided to observe for a few more days, and when those annoying people were no longer watching from the side, she would go to the county town.

In a few days, that is the future. You can’t just sit there and wait for nothing to waste your time.

If she counts based on the time in the movie world, her life will not be long, and there will be less than a year left for her to do it.

"Did you have a new idea?"

Eat, sleep, and beating doodles. It is also idle when you are idle, which is something that only people will do.

Nie Xiaoqian is a ghost who may be scattered at any time. She doesn't want to let herself be idle so as not to think about it, so she wonders whether to write a new novel.

Judging from Wang Qiongying's love for classical romance novels like "Marrying the Right Man in the Wrong Seal", this path can be continued, but to be safe, the pace should not be too big.

For a leap forward, it’s better to wait until the pen is strong enough and the name is loud enough, so it’s okay to come back.

Thinking of this, her thoughts became silent. After a while, she picked up the pen and wrote half of the poem "Mo Yuer·Yanqiu Ci".

When asked about the world, what is love? Only life and death are allowed?

The two passengers flew from all over the world, and the old wings went on several cold and heat.

The joy and separation are painful, and there will be even more foolish children.

The paper rusts in the wind, the ink words on the paper, the strokes are flexibly and fluttering, the hardness and softness are all in mind, and the look is affectionate and endless.

It turned out that Nie Xiaoqian felt that his handwriting was too delicate and elegant, like a weak willow and support the wind, without the aura of everyone, so she searched for Yan Zhenqing's copybook to study every day. Unexpectedly, after practicing for less than a month, she had just achieved some results because of her good foundation.

However, just as she was about to continue splashing ink, she seemed to hear some sound and suddenly stopped there.

But I had to listen carefully, and the sound was blown away in the cold wind.

"It's cold and the ground is cold, and there are still people who dare to run into the ghost nest of the devil cave in the deserted mountains and the deceased temples?" Nie Xiaoqian was a little confused.

As the weather passes by day, Lanruo Temple is deserted at morning, noon and evening, and there is no popularity at all. Even the old witch has not had any blood to eat and the noodles are delicious.

It was not Xiaoqing and the others who had realized it suddenly, and suddenly became virgin women who could report to the court and set up archways, and they were not going to put down their butcher's knife and become Buddhas. It was really hard for a good wife to cook without rice. After all, even if they wanted to seduce, they had to have a man coming in.

After a while, Nie Xiaoqian finally confirmed that it was a human call, a deep call from a distant place.

Vaguely, she felt as if she saw the back of a Xiao Suo who was crying sadly.

"Ah Huang, where are you?"

Then she heard the call clearly, with a little tender and desolate call, a little hoarse.

I really smell sad and cry when I listen.

As the sound of the evening breeze dissipated on the lake, a little boy, seven or eight years old, black and thin, came out of the jungle.

The little boy had a bamboo kettle on his waist and a fishing rod in his hand. He was covered in muddy and looked anxious. There were two small mud grooves rushing out from his cheeks, which were obviously crying with sadness.

No matter what, Nie Xiaoqian would never have imagined that at this time, the one who broke into this man-eating cave would be like this. No matter how you look, it doesn't look like a little guy who is as brave as a hero who has eaten the heart and leopard.

But she had to think of a poem, and couldn't help but cheer: The Masao was born brave and had a bamboo tube with a knife on her waist.

The little boy didn't seem to have expected to meet a beautiful sister in this deserted wilderness forest that could only be seen in the temple.

He looked a little excited and a little timid. When he burst into tears, he finally plucked up the courage to stumble. He walked to the pavilion with a somewhat restrained expression and a hoarse voice, "Sister Fairy, have you seen my Huang?"

"Your Huang?" A big yellow dog appeared in Nie Xiaoqian's mind.

"A yellow cow." The little boy became nervous, his hands kept comparing, constantly emphasizing the physical characteristics of his family A Huang. "The hair on his tail was cut off, and it is easy to recognize the old yellow cow."

"So Huang is a yellow cow." Nie Xiaoqian nodded, and at the same time understood why the little boy could see himself who was not revealed. Perhaps his eyes were stained with tears from the cow.

"Yes, Sister Fairy, have you seen it?" The little boy's eyes lit up with a little dim look, full of expectations.

"Little brother, what's your name? Where are you living in? How did you come here to find a cow?"

"My mother called me Ping'an. My family lives on the other side of the mountain, called Daoxiangcun. Didn't my sister see Ah Huang?" The little boy was very anxious.

It turns out that in late autumn, the grass is withered, so this shepherd boy named Ping An can only drive the cow into the deep mountains. Before the first snow in the cold winter, let the cow grow more fat so that he can survive the twelfth lunar month. Maybe the child was naughty and playful, so he didn't pay attention to let the cow get lost.

The cow is a treasure. He was afraid of being scolded when he went back, so he could only follow the hoof prints and search until night fell, and he followed Xiaojing Lake and found Lanruo Temple all the way.

Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself, old horse knows the way, old bull knows human nature, and he should know the way, why do you still don’t know how to go home after the moon is on the forest?

She couldn't help looking at the lake, and saw the hoof prints that disappeared in the Black Wind Forest, wondering if Ah Huang had been eaten by the hungry wolf in the forest.

The shepherd boy Ping'an saw that Nie Xiaoqian didn't say anything, thinking that she didn't see it either, so he wanted to continue looking for Lanruo Temple in depressedness.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian quickly grabbed him and said, "There are people-eating monsters over there, don't go over."

She didn't think that those female ghosts and old monsters would have such noble sentiments as if they were young and did not eat young grass.

The shepherd boy Ping'an was anxious to find a cow before, but he had only such a simple thought in his mind. He had no intention of thinking about the mountain spirit and wild monsters. If he didn't think about it, he wouldn't be afraid, even if the mountain forest monsters were deep and the moon was cold.

Now that Nie Xiaoqian mentioned it, he suddenly remembered the earnest advice from his family that there were monsters here and that he solemnly told him not to come to the mountain here. He also thought of the green face and fangs that the storyteller in the village said, who had eaten raw meat and sucked blood, and immediately became afraid.

Two rows of more than thirty teeth were fighting each other, and the clamoring sound was clearly heard in the cold wind, and even the little face, which was tanned by the sun, seemed to be much whiter.

"What should I do if Ah Huang, my family?" The shepherd boy Ping'an was afraid and anxious, and wanted to cry.

"Don't be afraid, there is a sister here, but be careful not to scream like before. If they are alarmed, it will be dangerous." Nie Xiaoqian touched his little head and comforted her softly. She regretted what she said just now, scaring a good child into this.

The shepherd boy Ping'an heard Nie Xiaoqian say that he would help him, so he calmed down a lot, and pointed his head very hard.

"Your Huang may have gone into the forest to find food. I'll help you go to the forest to see. Do you want to follow me?" Nie Xiaoqian thought that there might be danger in the forest and let him stay here, but considering that Xiaoqing might come here at any time and the danger is not inferior, so she planned to take him with her.

"I'll go with you." The shepherd boy Ping'an hurriedly responded, afraid that Nie Xiaoqian would leave him like this.

"Okay, come here quickly, let's go find your Huang together." Nie Xiaoqian said, calling the shepherd boy Ping An over and leading him into the forest.

After walking for a while, Nie Xiaoqian felt his hand trembling as he was holding. A thought flashed through his mind. When he thought of a question, he immediately asked: "Does he feel very cold?"

The shepherd boy patted his chest peacefully, looking fearless as a little adult: "I'm not afraid of the cold."

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but smile, pulled out a plain white scarf, and said, "My sister's hands are cold, so I firmly hold on to the scarf and follow me."

Next, Nie Xiaoqian used a silk scarf to lead the shepherd boy into the forest safely, following the not-so-clear hoof prints, searching all the way.

Ao Wow!

After about one or two incense sticks, I suddenly heard the sound of a wolf howling, shrill and sharp, constantly echoing in the forest.

The shepherd boy Ping'an suddenly stopped when he heard the wolf howl, and was extremely scared and started to tremble.

"Don't be afraid, didn't you call me the fairy sister just now? My sister has some ways. If the hungry wolf dares to come, keep it and ask them to come and never return." Nie Xiaoqian comforted her when she saw this.

"I want to find Ah Huang back, I'm not afraid." After all, Ah Huang's importance overwhelmed the fear in his heart. The shepherd boy Ping'an said, gritting his teeth.

"Then let's go over together, drive the wolf away, and save Ah Huang." Nie Xiaoqian encouraged softly.

The shepherd boy Ping'an was shocked when he heard this and accelerated his pace.

Turning around a forest, in the hazy fog, through the pale moonlight on the forest, Nie Xiaoqian saw an old yellow cow surrounded by several wolves.

The old ox is indeed spiritual. It is leaning against a towering tree with its back on its back, and its horns are like spears and guns, pressing in front of it, making the hungry wolf like a tiger biting a hedgehog, and it is difficult for a moment to get down.

However, what is strange is that there is a small shadow lying on the back of the old ox.

She looked at her eyes and found that it was a white fox. The white fox was probably injured, and the snow-like hair was dyed a little red.

"Ah Huang!" The shepherd boy Ping'an shouted in surprise. His eyesight was not as good as Nie Xiaoqian, and he found the old ox relatively late.

The old scalper probably heard a familiar voice and turned his head.

On this side, the hungry wolves staring at each other immediately found a gap and wanted to pounce on them and bite them.

It was time to say that, and Nie Xiaoqian blew a breath of Yin Qi over.

With a shout, the cold wind blew everywhere, sand and stones flying.

The hungry wolves whose eyes were so dazzling by the cold wind of the yin came to their senses. There was an even more terrifying existence behind them. They took a few steps back in fear, with a hard hair on their backs raised, and their tail as hard as a flagpole was clamped under their thighs, and they all let out a burst of wail.

Although people die for money and birds die for food, the hungry wolf still abandoned its prey under the threat of great terror between life and death, and hurriedly fled into the depths of the fog forest like a stray dog.

Seeing the hungry wolf running away, the shepherd boy Ping'an could no longer help but be surprised, rushed over and comforted the old ox who had survived the disaster.

Moo!

The old ox rubbed his head a few times on his master's body, then shook it and shouted at Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian knew that the old ox could see him and understood the meaning of the cry, and was also a little happy.

Saving a cow's life is better than creating a seven-level pagoda!

So much so that she almost forgot the white fox lying on the cow's back. If it weren't for the white fox's chirping, it attracted her attention.
To be continued...