In front of the lonely grave, the three of them were several feet apart.

Huang Xuemei was about to open her mouth immediately, but Fang Yunhan raised her hand to stop her.

"Don't worry, listen to me."

Fang Yunhan pointed at Shangguan Haitang with one hand, "This is a person from the government. If you take the initiative to hand over the Heavenly Demon Piano to them for safekeeping, at least in a short period of time, you will be safe and may be able to get good training."

"And if you choose to continue to follow me, the dangers you will encounter in the future may be far more than the troubles caused by this mere demon piano."

Shangguan Haitang looked at Fang Yunhan with a little surprise and said to himself: This man was so angry.

What surprised her even more was that after Fang Yunhan finished speaking of the two options, he mentioned another option.

"Of course, you have a third option."

Fang Yunhan raised his third finger and stared at Huang Xuemei, "You can abandon the Heavenly Demon Piano, and you don't have to choose which side to follow. From now on, I will take you away from the disputes in the world. I will take you out of here, let you change your appearance, find a simple and childless family for you, and entrust you to raise you."

Shangguan Haitang stared at Fang Yunhan in a daze. After hearing this, he lowered his eyes and said, "This third path is indeed a good choice. After being separated from the Heavenly Demon Qin, no one will pay attention to a lonely and helpless little girl. Miss Huang..."

She only said this and never continued.

What Fang Yunhan said is indeed more comprehensive than the choice she proposed. Shangguan Haitang actually hopes that Huang Xuemei can choose the third path.

However, a girl who is already in her teenage years old has complete memory ability. After such a tragic incident, how could she give up hatred in a few words?

He gave up the Heavenly Demon Qin and went to an ordinary family to be adopted. In this case, is Huang Xuemei still likely to take revenge in the future?

Fang Yunhan’s third choice was actually just an advice.

A sentence of persuasion is destined to be useless and inappropriate.

Both of them looked at Huang Xuemei, waiting for the weak orphan to make a choice.

As for Huang Xuemei, she tried hard to maintain her previous posture, and when the two adults were talking, she seemed to be completely unshakable.

The little girl repeated the previous sentence to Fang Yunhan.

"Please accept the Heavenly Demon Piano."

Fang Yunhan said: "What I just said is that the danger of following me is not an exaggeration."

Huang Xuemei replied: "Xuemei, I will never regret it."

Fang Yunhan showed an admiring look and said, "Okay."

He reached out and approached the wooden box. Shangguan Haitang just looked at it and did not stop it.

Fang Yunhan's left hand passed over the wooden box, touched Huang Xuemei's wet and soft hair, and said, "I'm not convenient to my hands, so you should continue to hold this thing. If your hands are sore, after we go down the mountain, find a bundle of cloth so that you can carry it on your back."

"Yes." Huang Xuemei responded softly, with both hands retracted the box, held it in her arms, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She relaxed because the posture of holding her is more labor-saving than the posture of holding her straight arms, and because she heard that Fang Yunhan's tone returned to the gentleness she had before.

——The gentle attitude she had before she offered to give the demon piano to the other party.

"Thank you for your hard work." Fang Yunhan helped Huang Xuemei sort out the messy hair on her forehead.

Shangguan Haitang spoke and said, "Since Miss Huang has made a decision, I won't bother you more."

Huang Xuemei suddenly turned her head and said, "Are you a member of the government?"

Shangguan Haitang nodded: "Yes."

"Then..." Huang Xuemei said hard, "If those evil people come to the door and kill my parents, will the government arrest them and execute them?"

"them……"

Shangguan Haitang's tone was a little slow, and the expression on his face was a little unbearable, and his eyes tilted away from Huang Xuemei, "They are not considered pure evil people either."

Huang Xuemei already understood what she meant. This little girl was a precocious child. After getting the answer, she didn't want to say more, so as not to cause verbal conflicts.

But the little girl endured it for a moment, but still couldn't help but blurt out: "In order to steal other people's treasures, Isn't such a person considered a wicked person? In the laws of the Ming Dynasty, aren't such people punished and beheaded and displayed in public?"

Seeing her stubborn and sad eyes, Shangguan Haitang insisted on asking for a final attitude. After a long time of silence, he turned to look at the tomb and said, "Your father also killed many people in the world."

Huang Xuemei bit her teeth and said sharply: "You said my father is a bad person?"

"No." Shangguan Haitang smiled helplessly and said, "Of course your father is not a bad person. Your father is just like them, and they were once a gangster."

"The disputes in the world cannot be viewed from an ordinary perspective, otherwise, no matter whether it is true or evil, they will be wiped out."

She opened the folding fan and thought of all kinds of people in the court and the old eunuch who was willing to act in the deep palace. She said sadly, "Even if the court can really clear the world, I am afraid that the world will be worse without the world."

"alright!"

Fang Yunhan interrupted their conversation, "What's the point of saying this kind of empty talk and cliché?"

He looked down at Huang Xuemei and said, "You have been eating at least all night. Since you have decided to go with me, don't waste your energy in meaningless quarrels."

The little girl gasped twice in anger, squeezed the wooden box with both hands, and turned her head over and stopped talking.

Fang Yunhan said to Shangguan Haitang again: "If you have nothing else to say, then we will say goodbye."

Shangguan Haitang thought about it over and over again, and had nothing to say, clasped his fists and said, "Two, take care of yourself."

"There will be a period later."

Fang Yunhan had asked about the direction in that village before, and this time he went down the mountain and headed straight to a more prosperous town.

He never used all his strength to take Huang Xuemei to the road, and it took only half an hour to enter a city.

At this time, it happened that the inn was opening and shops started doing business, and pedestrians on the road became increasingly crowded.

Fang Yunhan bought an inn, first asked the guy to prepare hot water, and also asked someone to invite a tailor to bring some finished clothes. After Huang Xuemei took a shower and washed up, she changed into a slightly larger dress and measured the size.

The little girl was originally wearing a cloth dress, but was torn. Now she changed into an apricot dress and had a pretty green appearance, which was immediately made her look much more delicate.

After the tailor who had obtained a few golden leaves and was very happy to go back to work, Fang Yunhan took Huang Xuemei to the table and prepared to have a meal.

He didn't sleep for several days and nights, and he wouldn't feel at all exhausted. Huang Xuemei had some injuries on her body, and her mood had been greatly ups and downs. After taking a hot bath, although her wounds were a little painful, she gradually felt a lot of fatigue.

She sat listlessly, and the momentum she had argued with Shangguan Haitang was completely gone. Her eyelids were almost closed together, but tears sometimes appeared in the corners of her eyes.

despair!

A bowl of hot porridge was placed in front of Huang Xuemei. The sound of collision between the bottom of the bowl and the table made the little girl raise her eyes hard, put her hands on the table, next to the edge of the bowl, but she couldn't take the strength to drink the porridge for a long time.

After Fang Yunhan took a few sips of porridge, he saw Huang Xuemei's appearance. After thinking about it, he put a bowl of soup on the table with his left hand. The internal force flowed, so that the soup in the bowl could dissipate heat. When the temperature was right, he pushed the bowl of soup to the little girl.

He knocked on the table and woke up the little girl who was almost asleep and said, "If you don't want to drink porridge, just drink this bowl of soup in one breath and go to bed."

Huang Xuemei blinked: "Oh."

She obediently let go of the porridge bowl and started drinking the soup. As Fang Yunhan said, she drank all the soup in one breath.

After drinking, she turned around and walked to the stairs before she remembered her, turned around and said goodbye to Fang Yunhan: "Then I'll go up now."

Fang Yunhan waved his hand casually.

After Huang Xuemei went upstairs, she found her room, entered the room and closed the door, and sat on the bed in a few steps.

There was also the heat from the shower just now in this room, but it didn't completely dissipate. The bronze mirror of the dressing table by the window was covered with a layer of mist.

The little girl sat on the bed, kicked off her shoes, put her legs on the bed, bent her knees, held her knees with her hands, rested her chin on it, and looked towards the dressing table.

The hazy bronze mirror of water vapor reflects the girl's upper half of her face and eyes without focus.

She was sleepy when she sat at the table and actually got into bed, but she didn't want to sleep so much. Her brain seemed to be empty and she didn't know what to think.

After sitting on the bed for half a quarter of an hour, Huang Xuemei sniffed and buried her face on her knees.

I still haven't recalled any specific tragic scenes, but I still feel sad.

Soon after, a slight sob sounded in the room.

"Dad, mom, Xiaolin..."

The girl's voice was muttering softly.

After a while, Huang Xuemei raised her head, opened her mouth, and spitted out of the bed.

It was a small piece of bone residue, and it should have been filtered when the shop's shop delivered the soup.

She looked at the small bone scum on the floor and was stunned for a while, wiped the tears from her face, turned around and got into the quilt, and began to force herself to fall asleep.

Fang Yunhan, who had been sitting in the hall chewing slowly downstairs, swallowed his last bite of the dish until then, took a look at the girl's room upstairs, asked the guy to clean up the dishes, and served a pot of wine and a few side dishes.

Two wine glasses.

Fang Yunhan filled a cup with wine and placed it opposite him, then picked up the other cup, poured half a cup, took a taste, and said, "You haven't rested all night, have you followed so far, don't you come out to have a drink together?"

The person in the dark walked into the sun, wearing a white dress, as if shining brightly.

Shangguan Haitang walked into the inn lobby, took a seat naturally, and said, "It turns out that Brother Fang had known that I was following you all the way."

"I also know that your subordinates started to be unable to keep up when they left the tomb two miles away." Fang Yunhan said as he poured himself over with wine.

Shangguan Haitang sighed and said, "It seems that I am worried about it too much. I underestimate Brother Fang's strength. Just having such light skills is enough to interfere in the affairs of the Southeast Sects and the Heavenly Demon Qin."

"Light skill?" Fang Yunhan raised his eyebrows and smiled, "So, Miss Haitang is still following us, but she is actually thinking about us. Do you want to protect us all the way?"

Shangguan Haitang was not surprised that he had broken his identity as a woman in his words. He spoke in a sincere tone and said, "I met Brother Fang by chance. If I just followed you all the way for your safety, it would be too hypocritical. However, I think we can have a common opponent for the time being."

"Southeast Sects." Fang Yunhan said this noun that he had heard many times, saying casually, "I have been practicing in the deep mountains since I was a child and know very little about the martial arts world today. Is there any name for these Southeast Sects?"
To be continued...