Chapter 18: The peach blossoms are shining brightly
"Master, what did you give me to eat? I feel much better. Please give it to my disciple again."
Lingzhu didn't expect that this little guy could get out of the murderous mentality so quickly, which shows that his psychological quality is very strong. You know, the first time he killed someone, he couldn't sleep for three days and three nights, even if that person
It was a heinous crime, but it was still very painful and is still fresh in my memory.
But this little guy has killed so many people and yet he can act like nothing is wrong with him.
Could it be that he has been mentally disabled since he was a child?
Thinking of this, the girl felt relieved.
"You go out and set up the carriage."
I couldn't help but wake him up. Even though the indecent scene was hidden by clothes, my sharp eyes saw it. It was so embarrassing!
Now I can't wait to drive him out.
She has endured it for a long time...
The squeaking sound of the wheels seemed extremely monotonous and lonely. Jiang Hu was extremely depressed and sat in front of the carriage to act as the driver.
Although he was an experienced driver in his previous life, he didn't know how to drive a carriage at all. Fortunately, the horse was smart and could tell where to go. The horse seemed happy to have a companion to accompany him in the breeze, nodding his head and barking strangely, showing his teeth.
ridicule.
The river fox was not used to it, so he gave it a hard whip on the butt. The white horse raised its hooves and started running. The speed was much faster than the horse in the previous life. Feel it calmly, and the horse actually exuded a trace of original energy.
force, supporting its own movement.
I secretly lamented the strangeness of this world in my heart, and my eyes were filled with hope for the future.
In his previous life, his ideal was to feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world, but he failed halfway through starting a business and ended up in this world by accident.
What is your ideal in this life?
Jiang Hu seems to have found his goal in life, which is the ideal of countless original masters, to hit the highest peak of the force, continuously strengthen his own cultivation, reach the pinnacle of life, and then travel around the world to become a ranger.
See all the prosperity of the world and travel across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Thinking of this, my blood was surging, and the speed of the horse reached its peak. The horse raised its hooves and ran wildly, and behind the carriage, billows of red dust were raised.
"Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north. The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. In twenty years, who can resist. The hatred is crazy, and the long sword is directed at it. How many brothers and feet are loyal souls
His bones were buried in another country. How could he die to repay his family and country? He could not bear to sigh and was speechless, his eyes filled with blood and tears..."
The young man was full of energy and sang at the top of his voice.
The impassioned singing, coupled with the long neighing of horses and the sound of rolling hooves, gave the desolate desert a little life.
Even the girl in the carriage pricked up her ears and listened carefully.
Lingzhu has never heard such melodious and beautiful songs, and the lyrics are so rich and vicissitudes of life.
Watergate's literary style is very prosperous, and poetry and songs are very popular. Such exquisite poetry can only be created by Watergate. It is said that Watergate is the cradle of culture in the original world, and most of the countless poems, lyrics, and songs in the original world are produced in the watergate country.
In recent years, the literary style of Huochao has gradually become more and more prosperous, especially among the aristocratic circles, who are particularly fond of poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Of course she also likes it...
This ballad was absolutely beautiful and magnificent. She had never heard such a majestic, melodious and melodious style of music.
I am also familiar with Minato's famous songs. This was the first time I heard this song. I was really surprised. It gave people a refreshing feeling. I secretly praised the song in my heart.
After listening to the young man singing, she couldn't help but asked curiously. "Where did you learn it from? I have never heard such beautiful songs. The tunes are sometimes melodious and melodious, and sometimes impassioned. The lyrics are magnificent, and they praise the military career very well. This
It's not your Minato's song, it doesn't seem like there is such a ballad there."
"This..." Jiang Hu stopped talking. He was finished and couldn't make it up anymore. "Ahem... My uncle taught me. He is a great talent. Making up a tune is nothing.
." In desperation, I had to use Da Lang as a shield, and I could also use Da Lang's name to show off.
Just like the people around me in my previous life, they often boasted about how rich and powerful their cousin was.
He secretly felt guilty in his heart: Dalang, I'm sorry, Sanlang has no choice but to use you as an emergency response. You have run away from home anyway, so it shouldn't be a big problem to use you as a tool to deal with this cruel and unruly master.
"It sounds really nice. I didn't expect that your uncle is so talented. He is actually a literary talent. It's really rare."
"Thank you Master for the compliment."
Hearing the girl praising Da Lang, he was as happy as praising himself. Jiang Hu showed an innocent smile.
"Which river is the Yangtze River? There is also the Yellow River. Why haven't I heard of it?"
The girl is also well-informed. She has basically seen maps of places she has never been to. It seems that the five major countries in the original world do not have the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers.
"Uh... I don't know either. You have to ask Da Lang to find out, haha." Jiang Hu said haha. One lie was destined to be covered up with multiple lies, and he felt a little regretful that he had said too much.
"Well...it sounds good. You...just keep singing."
Lingzhu wanted to continue listening to this song, but she felt a little embarrassed. Her face turned red, and she glanced at the door curtain. Fortunately, there was a door curtain between her and she was not discovered. She has been fond of singing, dancing, and poetry since she was a child, and it was so nice to hear it.
It's a piece of music that I can't help but want to keep in my mind and remember it firmly.
There was a beautiful woman listening behind him, and Jiang Hu used all his skills to make the song sound more melodious. The sound was like a blue bell penetrating a rainbow, and the sound was like the majestic waves of the sea.
"Wolf smoke rises, the mountains and rivers look north. The dragon flag rolls, the horse neighs, the sword energy is like frost. The heart is like the vast water of the Yellow River. In twenty years, who can resist. The hatred is crazy, and the long sword is directed at it. How many brothers and feet are loyal souls
His bones were buried in another country. How could he die to repay his family and country? He could not bear to sigh and was speechless, his eyes filled with blood and tears..."
Gradually, Lingzhu also started humming. This song really captured the fiery situation.
Enemies on the border often invade, and there are also natural disasters caused by animal tides. All these require soldiers to defend their homes with their lives, and only within the fire tide can peace be achieved.
In the end, it changed from one person singing to two people singing together.
The originally impassioned singing became melodious and melodious.
Unexpectedly, Lingzhu turned out to be a music tycoon. When he clicked on a good song, he couldn't stop it at all. His voice was extremely ethereal and beautiful, not inferior to modern professional stars. It really made people enjoy the sound of nature.
As night falls, practitioners are outside, using the sky as their bed and the earth as their bed.
Practicing in nature can better gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon.
The two of them sat on the ground, practicing and resting at the same time.
There was only a bonfire set up on site and a few pieces of dragon meat were roasted. It was simple but enough to keep people fed and satisfied.
Lingzhu has enjoyed many barbecues cooked by his apprentice in the past few days. His cooking skills are comparable to those of a master at state banquets, and he always gets a feast.
"Master, be careful of burning."
The barbecue was sizzling and oily. No matter how hard Lingzhu endured it, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
The girl stretched out her orchid hand and took the barbecue with satisfaction. She opened her big beautiful eyes and smelled the addictive barbecue. She stretched out her pink tongue and licked it, and then took a hard bite.
This taste and texture made her feel endless pleasure.
“It smells so good.”
Lingzhu first praised the delicious barbecue, then changed the subject.
"You said that your uncle is a talented man, so he must be very good at writing poems? Anyone with the name of a talented man can write poems."
She asked as she bit into the roast meat in her hand, revealing two extremely cute pointed canine teeth.
But in Jiang Hu's eyes, it was a bit scary.
"No! I've only seen him write one song, and that's the song that I sang today." He insisted, simply blocking the road and letting the girl give up on this idea.
But Lingzhu was well-informed and a talented person who wrote such good music was by no means an ordinary person. Besides, only those who understand poetry can be called talented people.
"Little fox, are you telling the truth? Don't bully your master and destroy your ancestors." The girl pretended to be fierce, threatening with cold eyes, as tough as a little tigress, and stretched out her pink tongue to lick the oil stains on her fingers, so cute
to explode.
Jiang Hu had no intention of admiring the girl's perverse cuteness. He already felt an aura of danger.
There is no way back now, what I said is the truth!
Why do girls always like to mess around?
besides,
If you want to deceive the teacher, then you can deceive the teacher. Why do you need to bring a Mie Zu?
"My uncle is really..."
Lingzhu took out a dagger to cut the meat. The dagger was extremely sharp. He skewered the pieces of meat like a barbecue and ate it with open teeth. The sight made Jiang Hu's hair stand on end. His little heart couldn't bear it anymore and he quickly changed his words: "There will be more.
....."
The current situation is grim, and in the face of the possible danger to his life, he can only continue to do things that are sorry for Dalang.
"Read it quickly and give me your appreciation as a teacher."
"Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky. White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves."
Jiang Hu spoke every word, in a cadence, as restrained as a child reading homework to the teacher. In order to save his own life, he had to borrow ancient poems. Fortunately, this is the original world, and there is no need to worry about the coffin boards of the ancients not being able to hold it down. Get up and look for it.
Calculate your own accounts.
"Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky. White hair floating on the green water, anthurium stirring the clear waves..."
Lingzhu played with the dagger in his hand and tasted it carefully.
There is nothing poetic about this poem. It just describes a big white goose screaming at the sky in the water. Instead, it looks like a children's work, full of innocence.
"...This sounds like a nursery rhyme. It must have been made by your uncle when he was a child, but you used it to deal with me, right?"
Is this master a devil?
Jiang Hu almost knelt down. He really had to deal with her. What should he do? The girl's fierceness frightened every nerve in him. The master's cruelty had already formed a conditioned reflex in him. He didn't seem to be that afraid of his parents. She was simply
Is my own nemesis...
He had a strong desire to survive and quickly added a song.
"When the peach is young, its flowers are burning. When the peach's son returns, it is suitable for his family. When the peach is young, it is suitable for his family. When the peach's child returns, it is suitable for his family. When the peach is young, its leaves are pure. When the son returns,
, suitable for his family.”
Maybe it was some mistake, maybe it was fate, but this song just popped into my head.