C3 Little girl

The north wind twists the ground the white grass to break, the south of Henan the month of snow. Suddenly like a night of spring wind, thousands of trees and pear blossoms open.

The snowstorm was getting heavier, and it was getting harder and harder for them to travel on the muddy and cold mountain road. This winter's snow had come too suddenly. Even the experienced farmer, merchant, Qiqiao, had miscalculated.

Although they called it a mountain road, it was filled with strange rocks and weeds along the way. Those who were unfamiliar with the road often fell and slipped in the snow. The front of the group was led by three or four mountaineers carrying heavy baskets on their backs. The rear of the group was also guarded by three or four mountaineers dressed in similar clothing. In the middle of the group were a few Confucian Scholars and women who were walking slowly. Ding Datong was the team leader. Not only did he have to determine the direction in time, he also had to warn the mountain residents in front of the team from time to time.

As the sky grew darker, Ding Datou estimated the distance. He slowed down two steps and waited for the village head to arrive before asking, "Village head, it's almost dark. We are still a half hour away from our village. How about … Would you like them to quicken their pace to catch up? "

The village chief was a 50-60 year old old mountain villager. Although he had a beard and hair that was half white and paired with black, his legs were as strong as the rest of the team. Perhaps it was because he had spent all his life worrying, but the village chief had a deep "Chuan" character between his eyebrows, which made people feel that this person carried a heavy burden. In fact, the village chief really did have a heavy burden — this village hidden deep in the mountains was not connected to the outside world. They could only go out once a year to exchange goods for new year's worth of goods and get some information about the outside world. The village head was still considered a scholar, and the most precious books of medicine in the village were handed over to the village head for safekeeping. Therefore, every village head had some culture. But this was the thing that was most afraid of culture! From the information gathered from this trip, the Village Head felt that his previous guess might be right!

The world was going to fall into chaos!

A few years ago, although he was still messing with the Yellow Mask Bandit and the Imperial Peace Technique, the Son of Heaven on the Dragon throne was still there! As long as the Son of Heaven was here, regardless of whether it was the children from before or now, the world was as stable as Mt. Tai. But now … Dong Thief burned the imperial capital. The Son of Heaven was taken by Cao Cao to Xu City … The village chief's mind was a muddled mess. It used to be the officials and the army destroying bandits, but now it was a chaotic battle between dukes. How could this world not be chaotic … Oh, the word "dukedom" was even used by the great cyan bull master of the temple in front of the village.

When he thought of Grandmaster Qing Niu, the Village Chief's heart was filled with comfort – that was a child prodigy who hadn't appeared in a hundred years! Perhaps it was as the villagers had said, the Green Ox Grandmaster was the reincarnation of the Starlord, who knew everything! With such a living immortal in the village, he could ensure that the village would be free of worries for 60 years! And now... The village chief stole a glance at the middle-aged scholar who was struggling behind him. Now that Mr Kong Ming has joined, this could be a turning point for the peace and stability of my mountain village in this chaotic era! As he thought of this, the village chief gestured to Ding Dajun to be patient. A stiff smile appeared on his face as he slowed down two steps to keep up with the Confucian Scholar's pace. He asked in a low voice, "Is Mister Kong Ming still able to handle this mountain path?"

The middle-aged scholar was engrossed in his battle with the ski mountain road, so he did not see the village head for a while. He waited for the village head to ask twice before he raised his head and asked, "Was the village head talking to me just now?"

The old elder did not mind. He raised his voice and repeated, "Is Mr Kong Ming still able to endure this mountain path?"

In the past, when Hu Zhao had been recruited by Yuan Shao, he had also avoided the mountains, but at that time, Yuan Shao hadn't thoroughly recruited him, so Hu Zhao had avoided him for a while, avoiding the hills and hills. Unlike this time, the trip into the mountains with his family was a hiking and snowy weather meal set. However, when Hu Zhao thought of Cao Cao's burning gaze, he shook his head and said, "Could it be that we're almost at your village, yet the village head didn't even open his mouth when he tried to persuade me to hurry up?"

The village chief was a man of substance, his thoughts were seen through, and he did not know how to respond, "Sir? How do I know this old man... Words? Could it be that there really is the power of ghosts and gods? " As he spoke, he began to drag out some text.

Hu Zhao smiled slightly, a stern expression appearing on his pale face from the wind and snow blowing on his face. "I can guess that what the Village Chief is going to say is only that the Village Chief is sincere and that everything he says is written on his face."

Was my acting too exaggerated? The Village Chief was stunned.

Hu Zhao calmed down and asked, "How far ahead is it?"

The Village Chief replied affirmatively, "It's only ten li away, on the mountain road for less than an hour. and it's not as hard to leave as it was a few days ago. "

Hu Zhao already had a plan in mind, so he suggested, "I think it's better this way. The brothers in the village ahead and in front all have strength in their feet, so we can leave this last section of the road. We don't need to purposely take our time to wear out our energy, so we might as well rush to the village and greet them first, so I can't be sure that everything has been arranged properly by the time I arrive." Village Head, what do you think? "

"Alright!" The village chief finally loosened his eyebrows and agreed, "The moment I heard Mister's words, you are the one who does the real thing. "It's not like those who love high status and are not cold like those who are fickle in love. This old man will let Ding Dafu go first and make arrangements in the village."

With that, the village chief called out loudly, and for a moment, the group started to move at a fast pace. A muscular man, fully wrapped up, came up behind Hu Zhao and asked doubtfully, "Sir, what are they …?"

"We're almost at the village." Hu Zhao said happily, "We finally won't need to sleep on the open ground tonight."

The brawny man was delighted to hear this. He quickly said, "Then I'll go inform Madam and Miss." He didn't wait for Hu Zhao's response before sprinting to the back of the line, leaving him at a loss whether to laugh or to cry, "This man, he really is …" At first, he was only looking for a quiet place to avoid Cao Mengde's summons and focus on the study of saints. However, during these few days, the six year old "Grandmaster Qing Niu", who was constantly coming out of the village, had aroused his interest time and time again. He really was a reincarnation of a ghost or a child prodigy that was rarely seen in a hundred years.

...

"Achoo!" The Daoist boy stood at the door and looked through the crack in the door. He could not see anything but he sneezed a few times, "Achoo! Achoo! "Achoo!" Look, three more.

Ding Xiaochun, as the number one horseman of the Cyan Ox Daughter, of course, cared a lot about the great Cyan Ox. Upon hearing his sneeze, he grumbled anxiously, "It's only one gentleman. As for the great master, you are in such a hurry. It's not easy to find a great man with two legs for these three legs." After saying so, he felt that he had used the latter part of the phrase very well and felt pleased with himself.

The Daoist boy glanced at him and said, "Then go and find a teacher."

"…" Ding Xiaochun retreated in embarrassment.

Now, the Daoist boy Qing Niu knew that Kong Ming was not the same Kong Ming as him. He had heard Ding Datou introduce this man as Hu Zhao, and his name was Kong Ming as well. Although he didn't know the exact details of his accomplishments, he seemed to be rather well-known in the outside world.

— — Outside the world... The temple boy felt mixed emotions as he thought of this word. When he first arrived in this world, he was half frightened, half curious, half new. After all, for a young man of twenty-seven years who had a normal mentality and was a scientific materialist, passing through this word was his dream. When he was in his early twenties, he had always been looking for work and smiling while being scolded every day. When he was in his early twenties, he had always been looking for work and looking for a job, but now that he was scolded every day, he couldn't wait to wear his soul to live a good life in the ancient times. When the man had returned to the ancient times, he would always be a noble prince or a girl, and when he returned to the old days, he would be a little imperial concubine or something like that.

However, the person who had once asked for Yue Yue was unknown, and now asked for the rain and the moon to shine in the sky. At noon, he brought the new employees to find a place to have lunch. At the intersection where they left the company, they were sent flying by a truck …

And then, there was no 'then'. It should be said that there was no 'then' in his previous life and the 'then' in his current life had only just started six years ago. Just as he was thinking, the sound of the snowstorm outside the temple seemed to have died down. A loud knock on the door gave him a fright.

"Is there anyone here?" Eyebrows... No, there must be someone inside! Someone help open the door! I saw a fire going on inside, yes! It's the one who lit the fire. I see you, hurry up and open the door. If you don't, then I might beat you up after I enter! "

The people in the room were startled by the sound of the door being knocked, and then they were intimidated by the giant man's voice coming from outside the temple. Of course, there were those who didn't care. For example, Ding Xiaochun lifted up his linen robe and scolded with a vicious expression, "F * ck, you dare to act so atrociously in our territory. Let me go out and teach those rascals outside a lesson!"

Before he could finish, his own father smacked him hard on the back of the head. Ding Datong scolded loudly, "What kind of lesson are you teaching me? That's like a brother to your father! You have to call me uncle! "Hurry up and open the door for you!" After saying so, he kicked Ding Xiaochun's butt, sending him flying towards the door.

Ding Xiaochun could only nod at his father's words. He reluctantly got up from the ground and patted his sore butt. It seemed that he had long gotten used to it. He first glanced at the Daoist boy with the green cattle next to him. Seeing that the Daoist boy also nodded, he removed the door latch and opened the temple door.

This time, a giant man, whose entire body was tightly wrapped, appeared. Ding Xiaochun thought to himself that when he heard the voice, he felt that the person outside the temple was not small. Even Ding Xiaochun, who was praised for his long legs in the village, was only able to reach his opponent's chest. From this comparison, Ding Xiaochun immediately understood the meaning of the phrase "a little bird loves a person", which often hung on the mouth of the Cyan Ox Grandmaster. He thought that his own little servant girl was the most suitable person for this term.

Ding Xiaochun was normally praised by the green ox Taoist as being one of the few people in the village with a small amount of intelligence, but at this moment, he displayed his small intelligence to the fullest extent. He immediately revealed a smile and patted the pole, "So the uncle that my dad has always been thinking of in his heart is you! I've always heard my dad say that you have a strong and robust physique, but now I know that my dad is just speaking nonsense!" Seeing the sudden movement, Ding Xiaochun added, "You're not only strong and sturdy, you're also the reincarnation of a deity." Then, he was about to leave when Ding Xiaoxia, who was sitting at the side, kicked him and started cursing, "You said we were the fodder outside, what were you cursing just now, and you even said you were being unruly? You're tired of living!" After saying that, he walked up and gave her another kick.

Ding Xiaoxiao was aware of her big brother's temper, so she could only hold her head in her hands and regret. It was obvious that this was not the first time she had done this. Fortunately, even though Ding Xiaochun had used all his strength to lift the kick, he had not been able to do so.

Ah, so he's a real person. Seeing this scene, he felt embarrassed. Just as he was about to go and dissuade them, his old man, Ding Datou, came out. Ding Datong kicked Ding Xiaochun into a corner of the room again, kicking him while cursing, "You wicked grandson, you dare not bear the consequences of your own actions and even made your brother take the blame. You've truly shamed our family."

"…"

Wang Rose and the others: "…"

"…" This time, he could see through it no matter how honest and slow he was.

A few more people came in behind the giant man. The little Daoist boy glanced around and then locked onto the middle-aged scholar. Before he had even started to get excited, he saw a little girl jump out from behind the scholar. He took off his hat to reveal a small, fair, and tender face. A pair of bright, small eyes also looked around. She scanned the people in the room and asked, "Where is Grandmaster Qing Niu?"

Before the little girl could raise her hand and shout "I am", she ran past the little boy and asked someone in the room, "Where is Grandmaster Qing Niu?"

The astonished Daoist boy stared at his hand in a daze. He didn't know if he should lift it or not …