In the town, there are the magnificent Elysium Palace, the dilapidated and dilapidated thatched houses, the four-way cars, and the alleys that are difficult to walk side by side.

A hundred steps and nine folds, if it weren't for the locking of the divine sense, I am afraid that I would lose him.

Zhang Fan followed behind, seeing that he first fell on a stall, took a small silver hairpin, and then entered the back door of a restaurant, and was immediately chased out, but there was already an extra sack on his body.

The sack looked dirty, and no one could tell what it had once contained, it was oily and greasy on the top, and even more juicy on the bottom, leaving a very obvious wet mark where it had been walked.

Soon out of the town, I turned into a deserted path. The trail is waist-high with grass, which is obscured from time to time, and it is obvious that there are few people coming and going.

The dog seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he didn't look at his feet, so he walked forward, and after a while, he came to his destination.

It is a small Taoist temple that has been abandoned for a long time, and its regulations, even if it have not been deserted, are just a small village to worship, or a place for small families to worship.

In fact, the predecessor of this town was just a small fishing village of more than a hundred people, and such a Taoist temple is enough, after all, it is difficult for one or two Taoist priests to feed, let alone Taoist temples?

Later, the town was built, the residents of the fishing village moved in, and this temple was naturally abandoned, and now it is just a little more than a surplus heat for some beggars in the town to survive, so as not to sleep in the open air.

Before arriving at the small Taoist temple, the dog looked around for a while, and then pointed to the entrance and whistled.

As soon as the whistle sounded, a group of little beggars rushed out, surrounded the dogs, greeted them endlessly, and kept moving their hands, and touched the greasy sack.

The dog was still smiling at first, and when he saw this situation, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and slapped away the dirty little hands, and then pulled the two or three older beggars who looked like the leader to the side, muttering and muttering.

After talking for a while, as if the conversation was properly spoken, Goudan pulled the sack open, took out the contents one by one, and handed them into the hands of the beggars.

It was just some mixed wine and food and other things, which were put in large households, and even the dogs would not eat them, but for these little beggars, it was already a supreme delicacy, and it was clear from their cheering appearance.

From a distance, the dog patted his chest and didn't know what to say to them, and then took an emaciated, malnourished puppy from their hands, held it in his arms, and waved away.

This time, his purpose was much clearer, and in the wilderness, there was no possibility of turning around, so he ran along a dirt road, which made Zhang Fan follow a lot.

He didn't follow too closely before, not because he was afraid that this little clever ghost would find out, but because he was worried that the person he wanted to see when he went out of town at this time might be a monk from the Shenxiao Sect.

Among this group of monks, even those who were sent out to block the back road were all cultivated during the foundation building period, and the real executors can be imagined, among which there must be many masters, and it is better not to conflict or not.

It's a pity that by now, Zhang Fan has already seen that this dog is not as he thought, going to see the people of Shenxiao Sect, but a bit like what his wife said, to find some "little girl's skin".

After a few more moments, at the end of the dirt road, a clear stream blocked the way, and there was a small wooden bridge across the two banks.

The creek is shallow, the wooden bridge is strong and simple, there is no decoration on it, only moss looms, ruts and horse traces are vague, showing the traces of time.

At the other end of the stream, a piece of fertile land and water conservancy are complete, and there are many bamboo fence cottages.

In the very center of this elegant village, a manor stands quietly, and under the rendering of the setting sunset, it is quiet and quiet, like an old man in the twilight, looking out from the railing.

Familiar with the way, the dog passed the front of the manor without entering, followed the root of the wall to the back corner, leaned against a tree, looked around and saw that there was no one, and did not rush in, but took out the puppy from his bosom.

At this time, Zhang Fan somewhat understood, and he didn't go too far, just watching his words and deeds not far away.

I saw him holding the puppy's two paws up, shaking it in front of him, and muttering: "You are a dog and I am also a dog, it's really fateful, dog, you can help you with your dog brother once, sacrifice it, and so on let the obedient Ling'er treat your injuries~"

As he spoke, one of the dog's hands slid down and ran down the fur.

The puppy seemed to sense something, and suddenly began to struggle desperately, but unfortunately it was too late, and one hind leg fell into the clutches of the devil without any suspense.

There was a crisp "click".

The dog's hand moved very fast, twisted, wiped, and instantly covered the puppy's mouth.

The puppy's mouth was gagged, and he could only whimper when he could not scream, which sounded miserable, and the poor hind leg twitched incessantly, and then hung down unnaturally.

"Hey, hey, it'll be fine in a while!"

The dog seemed to be very satisfied with his craft, smiled and took the puppy under his armpit, spat on the palm of his hand, and then used his hands and feet together, like a monkey, and soon climbed up the crooked neck tree behind him, and with a swing, fell into the yard.

These actions of the dog have fallen into Zhang Fan's eyes, although he is more and more sure that his trip has nothing to do with the Shenxiao Sect, but it has also aroused his interest to some extent, anyway, it is all here, you might as well follow up and take a look.

Waiting for a while, until in his consciousness, the dog had already walked away, Zhang Fan jumped up and entered the courtyard.

As soon as I entered, I saw the scenery in the courtyard, and I couldn't help but stop, looked around, and secretly praised it in my heart.

The cobblestone trails are like wild paths that go straight into the distance.

On the left and right of the path, there are rockeries and strange rocks, and mountain springs are gushing, or flowing diffusely, such as the sound of ancient music, or sprinkled from high places, gradually hazy on the ground, such as clouds and smoke haunting.

Follow the trail forward, but see the pine dragon snake, bamboo hidden wind and rain, widely planted with a hundred flowers, there are many strange kinds of strange products, or a look into the forest, or a lone branch, or a cluster of flowers, or elegant and ancient, can directly enter the painting.

At the end of the path, there is a corridor that joins it.

The cloister is made of rosewood wood, carved with clouds and mist, extremely fine, occasionally seen in the rain for a long time, natural antique.

Meandering, changing the scenery step by step, as if the four seasons change in a courtyard, making people dizzy, strolling in it, not feeling the passage of time.

Such a view, it shows that the owner of this courtyard has his own furrow in his chest, admiration, Zhang Fan also secretly doubted in his heart, the more he looked, the more he felt that these arrangements were faintly with a bit of Kyushu style, not like overseas weather.

Just walked the tea kung fu, and the eyes suddenly opened up.

One hundred and eighty zhang away, there is a pond full of lotus flowers, a pavilion is built on it, and the blue and purple silk is draped for the curtain to cover the light.

In the pavilion, on the side of the stone fence, two villains were chatting happily.

Zhang Fan stopped, at such a distance, it was most suitable not to worry that the two children could find his traces, and it would not prevent him from listening to the movements inside.

Two children, one eleven or twelve years old, sloppy and clever, who are not dogs!

The other person is a **-year-old delicate little girl, her complexion is as white as clotted fat, her round little face always seems to be smiling, two small dimples are embellished, and her body is dressed in tender yellow clothes, which makes her skin more and more crystal clear, like a new bud drawn out of spring, which makes people can't bear to climb and hurt.

In her arms, a small white sable lay on its stomach, sticking out its head from time to time, licking and feeding on the tender palm of the little girl.

The sable's tongue licked, soft and moist, often arousing the little girl's crisp laughter.

"Ling'er, what are you feeding this mouse?"

As if dazzled by the little girl's smiling appearance, the dog Dan rubbed the back of his dirty hand very much, and then asked enviously.

As for whether the envy is that the sable has Ling'er to feed, or can lick Ling'er's little hand, it is unknown, I am afraid that it is in his own heart, and he can't understand it.

"Xiaobai is not a mouse!" Ling'er sneered, and then said: "This is what Daddy found for Ling'er with great difficulty, it is a white mink." ”

"Xiaobai, you're not a mouse, right, tell Brother Dog!"

Ling'er lifted the sable up and looked at her serious look, as if the sable could really speak.

Immediately, a strange situation appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes, where the mink's little head was opposite, there was only a stone fence, and on the side of the curtain, how could there be a dog's egg.

"Ahem, sister Ling'er, my brother is here!"

The dog could hear her silver bell-like laughter, but he couldn't see her smiling face, and he couldn't help but remind him in a hurry.

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it.

"Ah~, Sister Ling'er, I didn't mean that, I ......"

In the middle of the city, the tongue is smart and never suffers, and the exit can become a dirty dog's egg, but in front of Ling'er, he suddenly became unable to speak, and he stammered for a long time, but he still couldn't finish it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, brother. ”

Ling'er's face was a little gloomy, and the little hand holding the white sable also hung down softly, and unconsciously hugged the white sable into her arms, as if she had just absorbed warmth in this way.

"This ...... This...... It's all my brother's fault, he should be beaten!"

As he spoke, he really hit it, and the dog slapped a crisp slap on his face, as if he still didn't understand his hatred, and his other hand was raised.

"Brother Dog, how can you beat yourself!

Ling'er suddenly smiled, like a light cloud and a light breeze, and like a hundred flowers blooming, as if the curtain was removed and the sun was shining in.

With such a smile, even if Zhang Fan saw it from afar, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and at the same time sighed secretly, such a beautiful little girl, Zhong Lingyuxiu is not enough to describe, it seems to be born blind, how can people not be strangled by it.

It seems that all the misfortunes have been dispersed in a smile, Ling'er's smile at this time is so bright, so that the dog egg opposite is dizzy for a while, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and then he slapped his head as if he suddenly remembered something, and made a crisp sound.

"Sister Ling'er, I almost forgot, what did you see my brother brought you?"

As if by magic, a silver hairpin, a puppy that was almost suffocated under his armpit, appeared in his hand.

(To be continued)