Cyan, jade, said flawless.

The sky is blue, the smoke and rain are unpredictable, the painting boat is in the south of the Yangtze River, and the boat is on the willow bank.

The sky here is also very flawless, the clouds are very light, and the sky is also very blue, just like the best face of a Jiangnan woman.

This is not a paradise in the south of the Yangtze River on earth, but on the periphery of Wugu Mountain, halfway up a hill.

Yellow straw was laid on the low roof, and a simple grass house was built with some dry and hard railings and knotted ropes, and a fenced yard around the grass house, and some fresh vegetables were planted in the ploughed land.

cabbage, radish and some unknown underground wild melon.

A dark cloud drifted in the sky, and the sun was gradually blocking its face in the west, and a rainstorm was coming.

A pretty girl in a light-colored green dress and skirt was standing outside the fence courtyard, looking at the straight mountain road at a glance, waiting for the figures of two people.

In the middle of the fence yard facing the main entrance of the thatched house, there are two stout banyan trees, the tree has its name, Ah Qing gave them a name, one is called Lan and the other is called Yu, the overlapping shade of the two big trees is blocking a strange flower that is difficult to survive under the scorching sun, Tibetan azure.

The small and weak Tibetan azure is no different from the general weeds, and the strange thing is that the Tibetan azure is a strange flower that lives in the legend, and the whole body is crystal clear, and it will emit a magical cyan glow in the dark night.

Two large trees guard a small grass.

A heart cares about two savages.

"A-Qing little girl, don't stand outside and wait, see that the weather is about to rain, those two boys don't know if they can come back for a while, let's finish eating first." Your hot dishes are getting cold!" There was a simple wooden table in the hut, and there were four steaming, fragrant side dishes on the table.

And a pot of dirty cellar wine.

Lao Baigan held a chopsticks in his right hand and stuffed a peanut into his mouth, crunchy, picked up the dirty wine jug with his left hand and poured it into his mouth under Huabai's beard, and poured it violently, his throat rolled, and the wine was warm. I couldn't help but secretly shout cool in my heart.

This pot of old wine, but when he was young, he worked for the Feng Clan's pure-blood clan, saved some money, and only then did he exchange a drop of Bai Fengyuan's pure wine in Fengxuan Pavilion, and after taking it home, he participated in a jar of Liquan water from Xifeng Pond, and then buried it in the ground for seventy-eight years, and he was not willing to drink it.

This time, Lao Baigan found a reason to convince himself and took out this jar of wine.

"Good wine is a good day, old man, I have no children in my life, and today is the day when the two stinky boys select the Divine Fire Warriors, and I can't be stingy. When you come back, I'll give you a celebration wine!"

Before Alan and Ah Yu went out today, Lao Baigan cheered for the two boys in his own way.

Before parting, he didn't forget to add, "You two bastard boys, if you can't get through, don't come back, shame on you!"

Lao Baigan said this in the morning, but he didn't expect these two people to go out in the morning, it was almost dusk, and there was no one yet.

It stands to reason that this selection meeting is a primary selection within the Feng Clan, just some simple strength tests and interview questions and answers, and there is no reason to delay these times.

Lao Baigan was also a little uneasy in his heart, but when he saw Ah Qing, who had come to ask him repeatedly, he could only comfort and prevaricate.

Lao Baigan waited, unconsciously opened the sealed jar of fine wine, and poured a part into a dirty wine jug.

Take a sip, a sip.

Before he knew it, he soon ran out of wine in a flask.

Lao Baigan's cheeks were a little drunken red, and he exhaled a long breath and blew his gray beard fluttering.

Looking at Ah Qing, who was still standing under the tree outside the door, waiting hard, Lao Baigan's eyes were a little dazed, and he let out a long sigh.

He whispered, "Three hard-working children, may God treat them better in the future." ”

The drunken old Bai Gan looked at Ah Qing's back, and unconsciously returned to the day he met Ah Yu and Ah Qing for the first time.

A little boy in tattered clothes, stepping on the thick snow, leaving thick footprints on the snow, the little boy carried a little girl who was tightly wrapped in the wind on his back, came to the little snow owl village, and knocked on the wooden door that he had not been knocked on for a long time.

The little girl who was wrapped tightly only had a pair of bright eyes, looking at the snowy and bright earth through the tight clothes.

The snow is beautiful and cold, and for many more people, this impersonal coldness is even more cruel.

At that time, only Lao Baigan was living alone in Xiaoxuehu Village.

Little Snow Owl Village, which was Lao Baigan's life's work, slowly everyone in the village left, and some people persuaded him to give up this dilapidated small village and leave together.

He refused.

Some people are like plants that can't go anywhere without their roots.

Little Snow Owl Village is the root of Lao Baigan.

The roots that have taken a lifetime to take root have spread all over this small radius of 100 miles, which is the former scope of Little Snow Owl Village.

Lao Bai got drunk, and then decided to let it pass, living alone in this hundred-mile snow field, wouldn't it be very happy.

"Bang!" Ah Yu, who was wearing tattered clothes, kicked open the door of Lao Baigan.

The boss, who was lying in a rocking chair with squinting and taking a nap, decided to spend the rest of his life on memories and spirits, was awakened by this broken kick.

Nearly fell out of the rocking chair.

Before Lao Baigan sat up straight and held firm, Xiao Ah Yu took the lead and spoke first, "Grandpa, we are the distant Beishan Snow Owl, Beishan suffered a catastrophe, and my mother asked us to come to the head of Snow Owl Village in Wugu Mountain before she died, Snow Owl Fu, is it you?"

"You recognize the wrong person! There is no snow owl here, only a useless old drunkard!" Lao Bai got up and replied impatiently, not wanting to listen to Ah Yu's inquiry at all. "If you want to go, go to the big snow owl village, go out of the village and go south seventy-six miles, there is also a snow owl village, you can take refuge over there. I don't have time for you. ”

"We came from the south, we have seen the village you mentioned before, and we almost mistook it for your village, if you are willing to take us in, I will defeat the village chief of the Great Snow Bird Village for you"

"Hit him, what did you do to hit him. ”

"But I clearly saw that the villagers of the Big Snow Owl Village were enslaved and driven by the village chief, running around the mountains and hollows every day, collecting and refining fruits. Day and night. Shouldn't such people be taught?"

"Hehehe, young man, people are willing to fight and suffer, which round will you intervene? Besides, with your small body, how long do you have to practice to be able to get a punch from others!"

"I, Xue Yu, will do what I say!"

"That's it, that's it. Lao Bai looked at this hot-blooded boy, as if he saw himself decades ago, but he still waved his hand and hoped that the two of them would find another place to live, and he had no heart to take care of the two little ghosts.

"I don't know if you remember this cake?" Seeing that the village chief was still going to drive himself away, Xiao Ah Yu put down Ah Qing on his back.

Let her turn out half of the cake that had been dried and moldy, hard as a stone, from the rag backpack behind her back, and presented it to Lao Baigan.

"Bearded grandfather, have you ever seen this cake, my aunt said, it was left by a fool. Ah Qing wore thick cold-proof gloves on his hands, stood on tiptoe, raised his hands and presented half of the stone cake to Lao Baigan, and asked in a milky voice.

"I'm ...... You, you" Lao Baigan saw the stone cake, you, me, and I, we, were in a trance for a while, and finally pulled our thoughts back.

"What's your name?"

"Snow Owl Feather"

"He's my brother, my name is A-Qing"