Although Xuan Min didn't know his intention, she still answered: "I can remember some scenes, some of them when I was young."

I don’t know if Xue Xian’s expression was too serious or his tone was too unpredictable. After Xuan Min finished answering, she lowered her eyes and looked at Xue Xian with dark and calm eyes, and added, “Confirm.”

Since experiencing the inn question, Xue Xian has a deeper understanding of Xuan Min's temperament, or he is more confident-

If this bald donkey doesn't say anything else, at least it has one advantage, that it will not lie. If he really doesn't remember it, he will never make up some false scenes to fool around, and will only say it straightforwardly and forget it. If he remembers it but is inconvenient to say it, he will also say nothing can be told directly and will not want to answer according to the person's intention of asking for it.

Therefore, when he said "confidence" with sympathy and certainty, it was true that he really remembered some fragmentary scenes from childhood, and in those scenes, he was already a monk.

Xue Xian did not nod or shook his head when he heard this, nor did he answer immediately, but looked at Xuan Min with an unknown meaning.

Seeing him like this, Xuan Min said calmly: "Don't believe it?"

"No." Xue Xian replied, suddenly stretched out his finger and hooked it, signaling Xuan Min to get closer, "Come here a little."

"Huh?" Xuan Min responded deeply. Although he was puzzled, he still bent a little. He thought Xue Xian was inconvenient to say what he said in front of Uncle Chen and Sister Chen, so he waited seriously for Xue Xian to speak.

Unexpectedly, I didn't wait for a serious sentence, but I waited for the evil claws.

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to touch Xuan Min's head, and said with a slap: "Tsk tsk, I'm sorry, I'm shaved at such a young age?"

Xuan Min: "…"

If you don’t fight for three days, you will be removed from the house and remove the tiles. This evil will rebel.

Everyone in the carriage was shocked by Xue Xian, especially Xingzi, who forgot to cry and thought to himself that the relationship between these two people...is it a bit too good?

She stared at Xue Xian with her black eyes without blinking, but she accidentally met Xuan Min's eyes.

The master looks really good, especially his calm eyes, which always give people a sense of stability and reliance, as if as long as he is not in a hurry, there is no need for others to hurry, because he can always have some ways.

But somehow, when Xingzi met those eyes, she felt guilty and had no reason.

However, before she looked away, Xuan Min had already looked away.

Seeing that his expression was quite speechless, he raised his hand to pinch Xue Xian's thin and protruding wrist bones and pinched the evil claws. Perhaps to prevent him from swearing on his face when he was unprepared, Xuan Min's fingers were not loose.

Xue Xian was pinched by him and sneered between his nose, "How precious is the head, can't you touch it?"

Xuan Min ignored it.

In fact, he didn't use much force between his fingers, and he could get rid of it with a slight struggle, but Xue Xian didn't struggle and just pinched it with him.

Xuan Min's body temperature in her fingertips into the skin and bones, pinching his wrist to the same temperature.

Xue Xian's eyes fell lazily on Xuan Min's fingers, and once again described the figure at the end of the golden thread in his heart - everything really looks like, except for the shadow of his hair.

But Xuanmin shaves his hair since childhood and is a monk, and his muscles and bones are sucked this year. This alone is not enough.

Jiang Shining met their puzzled gaze, bowed his hand, and said, "It was too abrupt to knock on the door before, which scared Miss Xingzi."

"Then you are..."

"Shame, a wild ghost." Jiang Shining smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Chen, Mrs. Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, thank you for being worried."

As soon as he heard the word "wild ghost", the people in the carriage were silent and didn't know what to say for a moment. Moreover, the current situation is not a good time to reminisce.

"Xu's House..." Xue Xian looked at the plaque hanging on the door of the house and recited it.

"Xu?" Uncle Chen suddenly spoke, "This is not the house of the Grand Serious Man Xu, right?"

"Serious person Xu?" Xue Xian asked, "Who is that?"

Uncle Chen explained: "Most of the Wen villages have the surname Wen, and less than ten households moved in later. Among them, there is a merchant named Xu. It is said that he worked as a cloth merchant in the early years and owned a cloth merchant and saved a lot of money for decades. Later, when something happened at home, he took his wife and children to Wen village where his wife's parents' home. He lived here for fifteen or sixteen years. He is a kind-hearted person and is not short of money. The people in this village have received more or less favors from him, so he is used to calling him a charity Xu."

Hearing this, Xue Xian paused his hand, waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind rose up, just right through the cracks of the rusted door clamp, pushing the mottled door open.

The wooden door creaked, the sound was old and old. There were bursts of exclamations coming from the room to the east, as if it was scared.

The moment the door opened, a figure in the hall who was about to push the east room door opened stopped the movement of his hand. He raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, as if he couldn't stand the insignificant light that was thrown into the outside of the door.

The light could not even tell the person's appearance, and only gave out a rather blurred outline - the person's shoulders and back were no longer straight, and he seemed to be in his old age, at least in his fifties, and his legs and feet seemed not strong when he stood, his knees were not tight, and he was slightly bent.

It took him a while to get used to the light of the sky, put down his hand, half-hidden in the darkness and asked, "Why are the guests standing in front of my house? What's the matter? Today, Xu celebrates his birthday, and the visitor is a guest. If you don't dislike it, you might as well come in and have a glass of water and wine."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, thinking that they were really a charity Xu.

Before they could react, Xu Dashanren said again: "Not only can old friends miss you, come thousands of miles to come to cheer you up. They are one of the most famous opera troupes in Anqing. They are sing hard and slow, and they are serene. You can stay for a while and have a good time to fill your ears. Every time they come back, our Wen Village is very lively and no one doesn't like it."

A opera troupe?

Xue Xian and Xuan Min looked at each other, almost at the same time remembering the group of people they met on the road. However, before they could think about it, the scene in front of them changed—

The words of the Grand Sage Xu seemed to have suddenly opened a door. A red lantern suddenly appeared in the dilapidated Xu house, and a voice suddenly appeared in the entire deserted village. Hundreds of figures appeared from the thick fog and were walking towards this side, with shadows everywhere, and the shadows were everywhere, and the blacks were almost invisible.

At the same time, at the end of the mountain road not far away, there was the sound of Dada's horse hooves from far to near, and was heading towards the direction of the deserted village.
Chapter completed!