I still have to eat food, but I still have to hurry the road. The mountains and rivers near the thatched cottage are beautiful, with sword marks on the top of the small peaks, and there are no reeds growing in the stream. But I have to run all the way south, and the mountains and rivers will last forever.

The old snake sent Wu Shuang and Yun Zhong thirty miles away.

The boy muttered, saying that the rice porridge was so fragrant, the side dishes were clear, and the snake orchid was so magical. The old snake pretended not to hear it, and pretended to be sleeping all the way, sitting on the edge of the carriage in a human form, shaking its head as the carriage bumped, and often snatched the boy's whip and waved it hard for several times, as if revengeing the seemingly honest horse that alarmed his running pheasant. Wu Shuang looked sleepy again. As soon as she got on the carriage, she drooped her eyelids and slapped her in big words and fell asleep.

Thirty miles are long, and short, and the carriage is squeaking. In less than an hour, it will be almost thirty miles away. Looking far away, you can clearly see a small trunk further away. This is the real residence of Panshan people. Not all Panshan people build their own cottages. It is not that they don’t want to, but that they are powerless. How can they compare with the strength of the old snake? They cut wood, knock on the foundation, and set up a small house in deep forest out of thin air. Ordinary manpower will probably take several months. Moreover, Panshan people often change their positions, usually two people change their posts, one person in June, and spend the year alternately. Therefore, no one wants to spend too much energy to change the surrounding environment. It is best to have a residence to escape the cold and heat.

"Listen to your master, I'll leave." After spending time together day and night, Zhu Yeqing also got used to Yun Zhong's idle behavior. Instead, he was at ease with each other. The old snake raised his palm, rubbed the boy's head for a while, then got up and got out of the car, bowed to Wu Shuang who was sleeping soundly, and then changed his face to a handsome young man. He wore a golden belt and jade, so he was so handsome. The suspicious thing was that he had two jade pendants on his waist, with a clear and green head, swaying.

"The old man has become a fairy-like face. It seems that he is going to go out to harm the girl." The young man never gave up his good character of mouth and did not restrain himself at all because of the moment when parting, and still seemed to be joking.

"What do you know at a young age? I looked like this when I was young, with red lips and white teeth. I didn't mention how many girls' eyebrows and eyes were circulating. I didn't look like you. At this age, I'm still a young boy who can't touch the girl's palm."

Wu Shuang was so tired of it that she thought that society was not as handsome as a young man in the car. I remember that at that time, all the nobles in the palace were asking for money. When did she see herself brag? She snorted coldly, turned over and pressed her fat face on the edge of the car window, and fell asleep again.

"Go away."

Zhuyeqing waved his hand and turned into a green cloud light toward the southeast direction.

The boy grinned and drove the carriage to the south. The carriage faced south and the clouds were facing east, like a large human-shaped character, stretching his legs and stretching his shoulders, so happy.

Life passes fast. When I first met the bamboo leaves in April, I went to the mountain to practice swords and Lihua Village. Before I knew it, it was approaching June. The climate in the mountains was always faster than other regions. The light heat was rising. In addition, after the previous heavy rains, the flowers and plants and old trees were relaxed. They changed to dark green clothes. As the saying goes, the flowers are everywhere, and the flowers and trees are always springing again. It is really inappropriate. The mountains are full of flowers and trees. In fact, it is extremely enthusiastic in this June. As the eyes see, the flowers are gradually fascinating. There are thousands of colors on both sides of the dirt road, which seems to have knocked down the makeup box of ladies with thrushes and lips. Goose yellow rouge, light crimson water white, attracting countless bees and butterflies. There is a young man in white in the road, with a high horse and a squeaking old wooden axle, like an immortal passing through the border.
Chapter completed!