(Expected to end in half a month)

After a tiring day's travel, the sky has become a little dark.

Seeing Su Momo's hopeful eyes, Qiu Feng smiled: "Rest for one night first, and I'll take you to her tomorrow." ”

Concerning her appearance, Su Momo couldn't wait to find a miracle doctor for treatment immediately, but her stomach screamed out of place, which suddenly made her a little embarrassed and nodded in agreement.

Gongsun Wuzheng has a total of three bedrooms here, only one is a guest room, which has been uninhabited for many years, but because Qiu Feng notified Gongsun Wuzheng in advance, the room is almost cleaned up, and the bedding is also new.

Qiu Feng helped her clean up the bed, prepared hot water, and came to Gongsun Wuzheng's room, where the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were complete, and the fragrance of ink wafted in the air, refreshing people's hearts. Gongsun Wuzheng held a small brush and transcribed an ancient text.

"Old man. Qiu Feng took a look, Gongsun Wuzheng wrote "Burrow Ming".

"The mountain is not high, but the name of the immortal. The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin. The moss marks are green, and the grass is green. There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding. You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case to work ......"

The dragon and snake swim away, the iron hook silver painting, the force penetrates the back of the paper, enters the wood for three points, and a vague fairy spirit jumps on the paper.

Gongsun Wuzheng finished writing the remaining sentences in one go, put down the brush, and said unceremoniously: "Come here, let me see how you have grown in the past few years." ”

"There's no growth. Qiu Feng smiled bitterly, in the past six months, he has been a lot more leisurely, he has to write and paint, and he has not lost his writing ability.

Saying this, he re-laid out a piece of paper, and after a little thought, he began to write freely.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop. Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me. The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughter-in-law, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you!"

At the beginning, Qiu Feng still had a sense of sluggishness, and then the more he wrote, the smoother and smoother he became, the handwriting of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance, the pen was clear and sharp, full of determination, and at a glance, his eyes were faintly tingling.

"Not bad. Gongsun Wuzheng nodded, "There has been great progress." ”

I don't know if he is referring to Qiu Feng's words or Qiu Feng's character.

"Hey, hey. Qiu Feng put down his pen. It is not easy to get a word of praise from the old man, and I can't help but feel a little proud.

"Go catch two fish and come back, and you cook in the evening. Gongsun waved his hand without controversy.

"Good. Qiu Feng touched his nose, went back to his room and changed into coarse cloth clothes, then picked up the fish basket at the door, took the harpoon and walked out.

"Qiu Feng?" Su Momo couldn't help but wonder when she saw Qiu Feng looking like a farmer in the room.

"You rest at home. Qiu Feng said and walked out of the room.

Taoyuan Village is very large, although there are only a dozen households, but they are separated by more than one kilometer, if you rush at an ordinary speed, it usually takes more than ten minutes.

The nearest stream in this vicinity is two or three miles away, and the widow's residence is nearby, upstream. The stream is very wide, and a small tan is formed in the upper reaches, and every day at sunset, the widow sister will go to the pool to bathe.

The residence of the thief god Soda Wu is three miles below, and occasionally sneaks upstream to do that voyeuristic act. Stealing things and stealing incense are all his favorites, but the number of successes is very few, even if he sees a little spring, it is just a fragrant back.

Of course, the most daily life in Taoyuan Village is still a competition.

The competition is divided into literary competition and martial arts competition, and the content is very casual, you can compare what you think, and you can get along with "civil and military".

Fishing used to be a popular sport.

Before the strength of the transformation, Qiu Feng was far inferior to those old guys, but now it was much easier, and as soon as his breath moved, he alarmed a few fish that were not quite large, and crashed into the fish basket, and the harpoon was useless.

As soon as the bamboo lid of the fish basket was turned over and the mouth was covered, Qiu Feng carried the fish basket upstream. The fish basket is covered with a plastic bag, and the water is half full, so you don't have to worry about the fish dying for hours.

Five or six years have passed, things are not people, and Qiu Feng's appearance and temperament have changed a lot, but for this mountain forest that I don't know how long it has existed, it is just a snap of a finger.

Looking at the still familiar scenery around him, he followed the road in his memory, and arrived at the widow's residence after a while.

The room flickered with dim candlelight, and Qiu Feng's heart softened.

If Gongsun Wuzheng is like his father, then in his heart, he treats his widowed sister as half an aunt. This woman from Miao Jiang filled a considerable part of Qiu Feng's emotional gap.

Her poison and Gu techniques are unparalleled in the world, but at the same time, she is also a holy hand of medicine, the medicinal bath that Qiu Feng soaked in when she was a child was all prepared by her, and the injuries suffered by Qiu Feng or the other two children were also healed by her.

Therefore, after Qiu Feng grabbed dinner, he followed his previous habit as soon as possible and sent one to the widowed sister.

"Who?" a familiar voice sounded in the room.

"It's me. A smile appeared at the corner of Qiu Feng's mouth.

The widow sister was silent for a while, and then asked with some suspicion, "Xiao Feng?"

"Eh!" Qiu Feng pushed open the room, looked at the woman in the room, and her figure froze, "Sister...... You haven't changed at all. ”

With a needle and thread in her hand, she was sewing a winter garment. Every year, she would sew one for Qiu Feng by herself, and in the box behind her, she would pack five completed pieces.

"Xiao Feng, it's really you. The widow sister has already stood up, her eyes are full of accidents and surprises, even though she is nearly forty years old, but the strength of Hua Jin makes her look the same as when she was thirty years old, full of the charm of a mature woman.

"It was indeed me. Qiu Feng put down the fish basket with a smile and grabbed a fish from it, "Sister, find a basin." ”

"You haven't changed much. The widow sister looked at Qiu Feng dotingly, put down the work in her hand, and took out a stainless steel basin from the kitchen.

"When did you arrive?"

"Just arrived. Qiu Feng smiled, "I wrote a word on the old man's place, and I came to catch fish." ”

The smile on the widow's face was even worse, and she asked again, "When are you leaving?"

"That's why my sister wants to drive me away?"

"This is not the place you should stay all the time. The widow shook her head.

Qiu Feng looked at him and said, "It's not a place where you should stay all the time." ”

"Good brother, it's enough for you to have this heart. ”

Qiu Feng didn't continue the topic, and said, "Sister, I came back this time to ask you to treat one of my injured friends. ”

"No problem, bring him over tomorrow. Sister Widow said cheerfully.