He glanced at the lean man and Ye Shiyao in front of him, then lowered his head and looked at the more than 20 young children around ten years old with curious faces surrounding him.
He smiled faintly, took a breath, and looked up. As far as he could see, Li Luo could not help but hold his breath when he saw the bustling Daganzhuo City.
In front of you is a basin with an area of 1,000 acres. There is a lake in the southeast, which is as bright as a mirror. The sun sets in the west, and the lake reflects the afterglow of the setting sun. A few canoes are leisurely swinging in the lake, almost like a painting.
The surrounding mountains are shadowy, green as black, and shrouded in blue mist. The white mist in the mountains is looming and stacked in thousands. The mountains may not be as high as the 100,000 mountains, but they are also steep and mysterious. The grass in front of the cliffs is beautiful, the flowers on the mountains are fragrant, and the sunset is shrouded
, showing a faint aura of aura.
As the breeze blows by, you can still hear the chirping of returning birds among the green bamboos and trees. Looking towards the sound, you can see birds singing and small animals fighting with each other, which looks full of life.
There are several streams rushing down in the forest, like a jade belt, winding around the mountains, disappearing and appearing among the grass, trees and rocks, and finally merge into the lake.
The land around the lake is very flat, full of crops, and there are still people working in the fields. A few villagers, accompanied by a cattle, are harmonious.
The lake was filled with water and overflowed into a small river, which meandered and disappeared into the southwest corner.
On both sides of the river, there are many farmhouses. There are no beautiful buildings and jade pavilions, but they are more beautiful than nature. Each family has only a few thatched houses, scattered around a few fences, and chickens and ducks are scattered among the neighboring houses.
Leisurely and contented.
Green pines, mottled bamboos, emerald willows, green locust trees, and some unnamed yellow-flowered and white trees are sandwiched among them.
Yu Xianjia's blessed land.
After a long time, Li Luo finally looked away and praised: "What a place."
Ye Shiyao smiled and said, "Are you satisfied with my place, sir?"
Li Luo smiled calmly when he heard this and said: "It is indeed a wonderful fairyland."
Shi Zhao walked over and heard Li Luo praising this place, and continued: "Yes, Shi will never tire of it. If he can live here forever, his life will not be in vain."
Li Luo looked slightly dazed, looking at the people and things in front of him quietly, as if he didn't want to say anything. Ye Shiyao chatted with a few familiar people and invited everyone to go home.
Walking in the field path, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers and greenery, Li Luo felt relaxed. For a moment, he actually had the idea that it would be a good idea to live in seclusion here, and then he laughed at himself and put it away.
On the way back, everyone they met, regardless of their age, saluted Ye Shiyao and others with great respect. Ye Shiyao and others responded with smiles one by one, but they were not arrogant. Only the second leader among the bandits
It was quite indifferent, and at most he nodded slightly. What Li Luo saw was not like a common place where thieves and bandits live. Everything was orderly, with old people, women and children everywhere. It was more like a village, not as big as the one described in the book.
It was a messy situation of weighing money, eating large pieces of meat, and drinking from large bowls. When they got closer to the house, hundreds of people came out. The old man shouted hello, the woman greeted her husband at home, and the children ran among them, and the chickens and ducks were startled.
When the flower-dogs make a scene, the mother's soft words of reprimanding her young son are indispensable.
Li Luo followed the lean man among the crowd, and no one came up to say hello. He was calm and lonely. Many people saw Li Luo's face and didn't know who Li Luo was. They asked in a low voice, waiting to know who Li Luo was.
When Luo turned out to be the captured teacher, he was either surprised or surprised and looked at Li Luo. When he looked at Li Luo again, there was some kindness and warmth in his eyes. Perhaps he was afraid of disturbing Li Luo, so no one came forward to speak.
, only some children ran up to Li Luo from time to time, looked up at Li Luo, and then dispersed again.
A group of bandits 66 saluted Ye Shiyao and others one after another and went home. In the blink of an eye, smoke curled up from the cooking pots, and the faint smell of rice wafted out. The lean man also went home first, leaving Li Luo alone.
, Li Luo looked as usual, quietly watching Ye Shiyao chatting and laughing with the old and young people in the village, talking about the neighborhood and giving a few instructions, which was very cordial. Everyone listening respectfully responded, showing their great admiration for Ye Shiyao.
He has unparalleled prestige among this village.
After a while, Ye Shiyao came over and said with a smile, "Mr. Lei, you've been waiting for a long time."
Li Luo smiled softly and said, "I'm serious."
"Sir, come with me. Let's rest for a while. We will talk again in the evening."
Li Luo responded and walked slowly, with a few bandits faintly following behind him. Li Luo seemed not to notice it, and concentrated on the tranquility and ease everywhere around him. Shi Zhao walked beside Li Luo, looking very interested.
Looking at Li Luo, he smiled and said, "Do you rarely see the countryside, young master?"
Li Luo showed his face and said, "I haven't seen much."
"Oh, I'll see you later, haha." Shi Zhao laughed.
Ye Shiyao rolled her eyes at Shi Zhao and said, "You don't have to look at it if you don't want to, no one will stop you."
Shi Zhao gave a bitter smile, made a face at Li Luo, and said no more. The three of them walked for about a while and came to a house surrounded by green bamboos and green water on the shore. There were many wild flowers blooming beside the house.
It is colorful and has the potential to compete for spring. There are four or five thatched huts behind the bamboo shadows. The courtyard is extremely clean and tidy. A big yellow dog lies lazily at the door, squinting, and a butterfly falls in his ear.
He only trembled lightly but did not move. Hearing the noise, the big yellow dog slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Li Luo and the others. However, he was not afraid of life. He barely straightened his neck and barked.
Lie down again.
Ye Shiyao shouted: "Dead dog." With Ye Shiyao's scolding, the curtain of a thatched hut moved, and a woman walked out. Seeing Ye Shiyao and Shi Zhao, she said happily: "Sister, Brother Shi, you are back."
After that, he ran over and suddenly saw Li Luo following the two of them. He was slightly startled, his face turned red, he hurriedly stopped and looked at Li Luo playfully.
Li Luo raised his head and took a look. The woman had a smile on her eyebrows and a straight nose. She might be busy with something. There was a small drop of sweat hanging on the tip of her nose. There was a faint blush on her pretty face, which made Guanyue ashamed.
She admired Shen Yu, a few strands of her beauty were not tucked into her bun, clinging to her face, her face was like gelatin, her expression was shy even though she wanted to speak, her beauty was as good as that of an earthly fairy, her behavior was like an orchid, her graceful and graceful hair,
Indescribable elegance without makeup, unworldly. The figure is slender and the waist is just a handful. It seems like a breeze supporting a willow, but it is smart and hidden. She is wearing a long coarse cloth skirt, which outlines an infinitely beautiful appearance.
. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing two jade hands as strong as snow. The embroidery on the clothes was half exposed between the sleeves, and the flying needles and threads seemed to be several living creatures crouching between the sleeves. Even Li Luo had never
Having seen such lifelike embroidery, perhaps only the beauty under the begonia in Zhuocheng has such ability. (To be continued.)