Ah Qing stretched out his cuff with his right hand, and clenched something with his little fist.

He said:

"Smashed."

Ah Qing flipped his right hand, let go of his fist, and fell straight to the ground.

Yunniang and Liu's mother looked curious. When they saw this thing, they looked like a piece of purple jade, they were vaguely familiar.

Crack-!

With a crisp sound, the purple jade fell to pieces.

In front of everyone, the broken jade gradually faded away and returned to the original milky white jade color.

"This, this is..."

Yunniang and Liu's mother looked at each other and suddenly thought of something.

Like Ah Qing, they looked at the young man who had changed into monk's clothes at the table with his eyes in his eyes.

He had picked up the bronze fox utensil at his hand, lowered his head and put it on his face, unable to see the specific expression clearly.

The next moment, Ouyang Rong at the table disappeared.

The place was replaced by a dull young man wearing the same monk's robe, but his dull and thin face made the three girls extremely familiar with him.

"Ashan" turned his head and looked at them.

A Qing suddenly shouted: "Brother."

Liu's mother and Yunniang took uncontrollably forward, took two steps, and stopped one after another.

They stopped where they were, took a deep breath, and did not move forward again in a tacit understanding.

The dull young man bowed his head and walked towards Ah Qing, took the burden in her arms, and came to the girl to stand firm.

It seems like I'm waiting.

The room was silent, and everyone held their breath and focused.

"Ashan" bowed his head.

Ah Qing stood in front, staring at the closed wooden door in front.

One stick of incense has passed... Two sticks of incense have passed...

The whole house was still silent, with only the sound of wind and rain outside, becoming more and more intense.

It was a heavy rain tonight.

The charcoal in the middle of the house burned red, slowly leaving layers of dust behind, covering the surface, covering the body of the charcoal.

"Clang--!"

A gust of night wind suddenly blew in the yard, knocking open the originally closed door.

The surging mountain wind broke into the house with slanting rain.

The house, which was originally warmed by charcoal fire, suddenly became cold.

The four people's sleeves fluttered, the charcoal on the plate faded away the "gray clothes" and were as red as a soldering iron.

Yunniang, who was closest to the door, subconsciously stepped forward and wanted to close the door.

But his body paused in front of the door.

A tall blonde figure slowly walked out of the door.

She stepped into the house and looked around everyone with her green eyes.

His eyes fell on the thin bamboo pole girl.

Ask in a stiff and elegant manner that belongs to the only mixed-race Hu Ji:

"You are the one who throws the jade, and finds me?"

A Qing boldly raised his head and looked straight at the goddess-like figure.

It was obviously stormy outside, but the ancient skirts on her body were not covered with rain.

Ah Qing nodded vigorously:

"Well! You can call me A Qing, I, I want to be a Yue girl!"

Snow Zhun looked at everyone and asked her word by word:

"Why do you change your mind?"

Ah Qing sniffed, suddenly turned her head and cried at Liu's mother:

"My mother, I won't get married, nor will I drag my family down. I, I will also find a job for my brother."

The eyes of the candle in the snow changed, and she swept through the old woman with a hair, the young lady with a hair tied and apron, and the young man with a monk's clothes in turn.

The thin bamboo pole girl and the dull young man both had the character "Yue" embroidered on the foreheads, which was a sign of cheapness, from the bankrupt Liu family's ancient Yue sword shop.

A Qing asked timidly:

"Goddess, am I a disciple of you? Can I also practice Taoism and freedom?"

The candle in the snow that once took the initiative to leave Zi Yu was a little silent at this moment.

She asked with a stern pronunciation:

"You can get some freedom, but if you think about it, you will be a member of the Mission Palace from now on. You will be delisted as a new Mission. From then on, all the bonds such as the contract at the foot of the mountain must be cut off, and you are not allowed to act rashly."

Xue Zhongzhu saw the girl in front of her and seemed to look back, looking at her brother Mu Na who was burying his head.

She smiled slightly and nodded deeply:

"Okay!"

Xue Zhongzhu's cold face relaxed a little, and he was about to turn around:

"It is not advisable to stay at the foot of the mountain for a long time."

Ah Qing had just taken a step and seemed to remember something:

"Wait for the goddess..."

Snow Candle interrupted: "What are your name?"

"Teacher...Master."

The candle in the snow nodded gently:

"I am the chief female lord of Yunmeng Jianze Nujun Palace. You will know how this sect exists in the world."

"oh oh."

Ah Qing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, then boldly grabbed the cuffs of the tall blonde oriole, and prayed with his eyes:

"The disciple wants to ask the master for his business, can I bring my brother with me?"

Candle in the snow shook her head coldly.

A Qing shook her head with a crying face: "Then, then I won't go. Brother Ah, I won't go, I won't go."

Snow Candle stared straight at Ah Qing:

"This sect only accepts female disciples, and it is not an exception."

Ah Qing immediately pointed at him:

"Brother Ah only finds a job and takes care of me. He can do whatever he wants. He can do whatever he wants. He can do it. He knows a few words. As long as he has a stable salary, he can do it. Don't ask for more. My brother is honest... Master, our Jianze is so powerful, can't we arrange such small things?"

As the candle in the snow listened, she frowned slightly.

Liu's mother and Yunniang immediately cried and pleaded for mercy:

"Goddess is kind to him, give him a chance, so that the brother and sister can take care of him."

Xue Zhongzhu finally looked at the dull young man in front of his eyes and scanned the hidden blue monk robe.

She asked:

"What did you do before?"

The dull young man dared not look up at people and replied in a muffled voice:

"The bell rings and reports the time, and the bells in the north of the temple were ringing one hundred and eight times in the morning and evening to alert the monks."

Candles in the snow whisper:

"Are you the bell ringer... there is a bell in Fengshan... and the frost falls... it's just right..."

I don't know what I was thinking, but after a moment, she suddenly said:

"Raise your face and let me see."

The dull young man just raised his head, and the candle in the snow suddenly raised his sword and penetrated it straight into his eyebrows.

The young man leaned back in panic and fell to the ground clumsyly.
To be continued...