The spring breeze passes ten miles, and the shepherd's wheat is green.
The steps of spring seem to be in the blink of an eye, and the distant mountains are green and the Yandang Mountain, which has been depressed all winter, is lush again.
The spring breeze makes people warm and the spring breeze makes people intoxicated. The spring when grass grows and birds fly and all things are revived, rippling in the spring breeze, always makes people feel proud of the spring breeze.
In front of the thatched hut at the foot of Yandang Mountain, Ye Junlin sat cross-legged, with colorful mysterious lights circling, and the sword energy rushed to the sky.
The white-haired old man stood beside him, looking at the sky empty, with a look of relief.
The old man’s surname is Wu, and his name is not mentioned. The old man doesn’t want to say it, and it is not convenient for the young men to ask.
After living alone here for thirty years, the old man has become accustomed to loneliness, and fame and fortune are just like clouds for him.
Ye Junlin couldn't see through this old man, but he knew that the old man was by no means an ordinary person.
After ten days of staying in Ye Junlin's swordsmanship gradually became more and more refined. The old man's swordsmanship was extremely exquisite: invasion was like fire, and as if it was not moving as a mountain. Once the sword edge was unsheathed, he would die and return with blood.
One morning, after the hut, a heart-wrenching wail of wild boars came. Liang Bufan and Liu Cai were like two savages who were eating raw meat and drinking blood, chasing the wild boar with sticks.
"Catch the pig!" Liu Cai shouted: "You still run away, and you can't get rid of your fate of braised pork."
With a stick, the wild boar fell to the ground and died.
Liu Cai wiped his saliva and felt a sense of accomplishment on his face.
At noon, the tempting aroma of flesh wafted out of the hut.
With the salt-seasoned braised pork, the taste is unique. After everyone eats it, the fragrance remains on their mouths.
Old Wu packed up his house, closed the hut, and followed the young men to the city of Guyue.
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Guyue City is located at the junction of the Jin and Song dynasties, but it does not belong to any country. It is named because its city is built like a crescent moon.
All the city lords in Guyue City were surnamed "Xuanyuan". The gentry bosses in the city either had this surname or the in-laws of this surname. The relationship was intertwined and extremely complicated.
After five days of operation, Ye Junlin, Lao Wu and four others finally arrived outside Guyue City.
I met bandits three times along the way and two refugees. The originally small amount of money and food was like a stone, which made a waterfall that could not be stirred up in the vast ocean of refugees.
Old Wu didn't like to talk. He carved a sword box more than half a person tall and walked silently on the road. When he met a begging refugee, he took out the gold coins that were not many in his pocket, but he looked extremely cold.
The guards of Guyue City intercepted the city gate and blocked the refugee army like locusts outside the city.
Although Ye Junlin and others were dressed in a broken manner, they looked gorgeous and returned to the city. The guards did not stop them, but Lao Wu was blocked outside the city.
The city gate captain is a man in his thirties, with a fat face full of flesh and holding a "gilded axe" in both hands. Judging from his breath, he probably has the cultivation level of a "low-level Xuanhuang".
Old Wu was blocked by the guards, and his originally unhappy mood made it worse.
With the ragged sleeves swinged, a wisp of sword energy surged out.
The city gate captain and dozens of guards died on the spot. The excited refugee flowed into the city with Lao Wu.
"So domineering!" Liu Cai sighed: "Men should be like this!"
Liang Bufan blinked, not realizing his harshness.
The problems are like the pans in Red Wolf’s hands, emerging one after another.
The group originally thought that it would be easier to get some food when entering the city, but they thought it would be even more difficult.
It is actually a place with fewer people, which is easier.
Without money to stay, the group would sleep on the streets with refugees.
Ye Junlin took the clothes on his body and the jade pendant on his waist, and barely exchanged for some verbal food, but was also "prodigal" Lao Wu distributed them all to the elderly and weak refugees.
Although winter has passed, it is still very cold at night.
Liu Cai curled up in the thatch, trembling. When Lao Wu saw it, he waved a wisp of sword energy and a barrier wrapped around Liu Cai's whole body.
After midnight, Liu Cai, who was hungry and cold, tiptoed up.
Originally from the market, he has a clever plan. Can a living person still suffocate to death?
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The night is dark and the moon is gone, and there is no ray of light on the empty streets.
Liu Cai tiptoed to the corner of the alley, holding a cold front in his hand, like a cold hungry wolf, waiting patiently for the prey to enter.
After a while, a thin figure appeared in his sight.
It's a little girl.
"Don't worry." Liu Cai roared, like a hungry wolf pounced on food. The sharp blade in his hand instantly pressed between the little girl's neck.
The little girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, not much older than Liu Cai. Her two small braids with horns naturally hung behind her head, and her beautiful face was like a lotus that emerged from the water.
When he saw Liu Cai, who was "fearing", two lines of clear tears fell in the little girl's eyes. It was like the heavy rain in summer, and after the raindrops, it was a rainstorm.
The little girl cried heartbrokenly and caused countless barking sounds.
Liu Cai was panicked and frantically, and was stunned on the spot for a moment.
After a long time, I put away the dagger like I woke up from a dream and coaxed the girl.
"Wow, you cried so well!" Liu Cai looked at the little girl, his mind was like an earthquake and tsunami, surging. He racked his brains and desperately recalled all the jokes he had heard. At this moment, robbery was no longer important.
As time passed, the little girl's crying gradually faded.
Cai Changshu breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground, as if he had experienced a huge and extremely tragic battle.
The little girl stopped crying, her big eyes were swaying in tears, and she looked at Liu Cai curiously.
"Little sister, don't be nervous, I'm not a good person."
There is no silver here.
A joke that was colder than the cold wind made the little girl burst into tears and laugh.
The little girl sat next to Liu Cai and took out a paper bag with body temperature from her arms, which was a bun.
After breaking the two halves, the little girl handed half of them to Liu Cai.
"Give it half of it."
Liu Cai took it slowly, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and tears flowed for a moment.
Buns are the most honest food in the world. It is really touching to have meat and noodles in one bite.
"Hey, what's your name?" the little girl pouted, looked at Liu Cai who was "traveling thousands of miles away" and asked softly.
"Liu Cai." Liu Cai turned his head and smiled softly: "Where are you?"
"My name is Lu Mian. I grew up in a temple. My father is the highest monk in our temple with the highest Buddhist practice, very high and very high."
The little girl is quite talkative.
Liu Cai tilted his head and his eyes were spinning on a few dim stars.
Why do you think the amount of information is a bit large?
A boy and a girl sat quietly in the chilly wind in early spring, occasionally chatting for a few words.
At the corner not far away, Lao Wu, who was covered in gray hair, stood in the cold wind, with tears flowing down his face.