Wang Zhihuan didn't know that all this was seen by another person. Li Cuicui, who was hiding in the woods, could hardly help but jump when he saw the electric light emitted from his scimitar.

But she resisted Wang Zhihuan's hand and stood in the wind with his diagonal knife, as if he was still recalling the process of how he activated his internal energy during the fierce battle.

When she learned that Wang Zhihuan had left the county, she was so anxious that she burst into tears. However, she found that Wang Zhihuan was in good condition for practicing martial arts. Within a few days, he repeatedly solved difficulties and entered the intermediate stage of interior martial arts.

She looked across the alley and saw Wang Zhihuan meditating quietly in the small courtyard. Her heart was relieved. Wang Zhihuan was pacing back and forth in the courtyard. When she couldn't practice, she was also nervous and silently muttered, praying to God to give him peace.

state of mind

Of course Wang Zhihuan didn't know that Li Cuicui had known him for a long time, because the majestic poem "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds", the seed of love from the same city, had already sprouted in Li Cuicui's heart.

She doesn't care about the age difference, the status difference, or what Wang Zhihuan thinks or how to escape!

At this time, Wang Zhihuan, under the vast night, under the dark back of the mountains, a scimitar shining like the moon, as free and easy as a god. This may be the reason why he can quickly practice the inner scene skill, and also the reason why he captured Li Cuicui's heart.

Li Cuicui leaned against the locust tree that sprouted green leaves in spring and peered at Wang Zhihuan. Her heart was full of tenderness, but she also had a problem in her heart: Now that Wang Zhihuan wanted to escape from herself, she had to find a way to untie this knot.

Suddenly she had a flash of inspiration and remembered that Wang Zhihuan once said that two friends came to visit him. Well, she might as well take this opportunity to settle his knot.

She nodded secretly, quietly left the woods and said to herself: Brother Wang, no matter where you go, I will follow you.

***

The spring wind blows through the mountain city, blowing from the ox mouth at the south gate of Woniu City to Niuji Street and the sixty-two alleys, making the people of Woniu City full of spring breeze.

The green leaves sprouted, turning from tender yellow to green, just like the face of the newly grown girl next door, hiding Woniu City in the boundless sea of ​​green mountains and forests.

Under the flag pavilion in Dongchi, Wang Zhihuan opened his cloth and faced the wind. He practiced the inner scene skills for days and days. He himself was amazed at the progress of the practice and temporarily forgot about his longing for Li Cuicui.

In the flag pavilion, there is already a coffee table, several plates of snacks, fruits, and Kaikai Hotel’s famous spicy chicken, a jar of bamboo leaves, and three bamboo chairs.

The sun was rising three feet high, and the person he had been waiting for had not yet arrived. Instead, a group of beautiful women came to Niuji Street, holding pipa, erhu and other musical instruments.

Haha, regardless of the tea table already placed in the pavilion, they all sat on the stone benches in the flag pavilion, chatting and quarreling with a group of opera singers and singers.

Wang Zhihuan was overjoyed to see this group of singers entertained, and he got a big deal for nothing. The group of singers sat down, and a woman said: "Sisters, let's play and sing."

One of the women said: "Let's start with the "Song of Attacking the Soil" to keep our voices alive." The women played their respective instruments and sang: "Work when the sun rises, rest when the sun sets, dig wells to drink, plow the fields to eat,

What does imperial power mean to me?"

This is the oldest folk song, which originated during the reign of Yao, Tian and Shun. Wang Zhihuan also stood in front of a group of women, exited the flag pavilion, and looked up to the south of the street.

Two men walked up the Niuji Street. One was in his early thirties and the other was in his early years. However, they both had long swords on their waists. At first glance, they looked like heroic men.

Wang Zhihuan raised his hands and shouted: "Brothers, you are finally here!"

The older white-faced man said in a deep voice: "I haven't seen you for a few years. My brother looks even stronger, hahaha." Amid laughter, he had already extended his hand.

Wang Zhihuan was also honest and unceremonious. He rushed up to hug him and said loudly: "Then Wang Changling, your seven-level master, can't live happily! The martial arts and poetry of the wise brothers in the world are not overwhelming to Huan, so don't call me brother, it's embarrassing!"

Wang Changling laughed and said: "Friends look up to Changling, but they don't dare to let her down because of it!"

Wang Zhihuan looked at the young man and asked, "Is this Gao Shi, Chang Ling's new friend?"
Chapter completed!