The red-clothed temple Zhu came over and said to Heng Bomu and the fountain of tears: "You haven't come back to rest, I'm closed." ”

The fountain of tears called out to the dazed Heng Wave Eye, and the Horizontal Wave Eye immediately said, "Sleep! I am not sleepy." He picked up his gaze at the head of the stream, and then turned to the dark Tianhe, stretched out on the smooth bluestone, bathed in the moonlight, and looked at the starry sky, as if looking forward to the meteor falling for a moment, waiting for a long-prepared wish that I don't know if it can come true.

Tearful Spring saw that something was wrong with him all the way, as if he regretted his original decision, and stepped forward and said: "It's too late to regret now, I won't be strong, and you are my good friend." In fact, this is the only time I have the cheekiness to ask for your help, and I will thank you again afterwards. ”

The supine wave waved his hand, showing an understatement.

The fountain of tears sat close to him, and Xie Nujian crossed his knee and said, "Otherwise, help me take revenge, and I will personally teach you martial arts to improve your cultivation." ”

Heng Bomu knows her revenge very well, he just wants to find an opportunity to find a way to resolve the deep hatred between the two tribes, after a long time of exhaustion, pondering and meditating, there is nothing to execute, if she secretly kills her, her tribe Ouyang Ziqian's side will be even worse. I also thought that if the representatives sent by the two sides were evenly matched, there might be peace for the time being, but the problem could not be solved. Hearing that the fountain of tears taught him martial arts to improve his cultivation, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

The girl in the red-clothed temple said: "You don't ask for a signature, and you don't make a wish to the pine tree, I really don't understand your mind." ”

A little shy tears said: "We really came to stay, didn't we tell you before we came?"

The girl in red pulled the fountain of tears aside, some distance away from Heng Bomu, and asked, "Girl, is he someone you like, if so, then ask for a sign and make a wish." ”

Tearful fountain shook his head gently, left three points of truth in front of strangers who had not known each other for a long time, and replied: "I don't know, I just saw him feel a little light, and then he went through many hardships with him, and became a friend who shared weal and woe, this time he and I went back to the tribe to help me, and I am a little reluctant now, and I always feel that I owe him something." ”

The girl in red shook the red silk fluffy fan and fanned a little night breeze. The set approached her almost like this, fanned her coldly, and asked decisively: "Then do you like him or not?" ”

The fountain of tears was silent, and his eyes were cast on the bluestone by the stream, as if everything by the stream was silent in the night.

The girl in red looked at the lanterns by the stream and said, "Actually, the first time I saw him, I liked him, but I didn't show it." ”

Tear Spring's face floated a few strangely: "You didn't know him better, you liked it at a glance, that's such a thing." ”

The girl in red said, "You don't believe in love at first sight?"

At this time, the tear fountain had a complicated expression, and his eyes were cast into the stream, as if he saw the season when he and Heng Bomu met for the first time on the sword wind mountain wall, until the two fought the Nuhai Yuanzun side by side, if there was no place for him in his heart It was fake, that is, he said: "I believe, but I believe that I have been in love for a long time, and I have sacrificed my life with him many times to save each other, and the friendship may have exceeded that between lovers." ”

"Why don't you explain it to him, you won't be afraid of the appearance of a third party, you're not afraid of him ......" The girl in red had a broken voice, as if she wanted to wear a red thread and build a bridge to their hearts. He took out two red cloth bands from his back and handed them to the fountain of tears.

The tearful fountain who took the red cloth belt was charming in his heart, understood the meaning of the matchmaker, mustered up his courage, came to the colorful bluestone, and said to Heng Bomu: "Hey, I heard that this pine tree is very effective, let's tie a small ornament and hang it on it." ”

So, without waiting for Heng Bomu to react, he wrapped a small handful of his hair, smiled lightly, and waved his hand in front of him.

Yokohame, who was still looking at the sky, also cut off a handful of hair and wrapped it in a red cloth tape.

The fountain of tears took it, tied the two cloth belts into a dead knot, the two sides were like small balls, threw them around, and hung them precisely on a pine branch, clasped their hands together, muttered to themselves, and did not know what to say.

Maiden Miao Zhu came up and said to the two: "You have spent a total of fifty taels with me, please settle the bill first." ”

Yokohama looked dazed.

The weeping fountain was extremely depraved and said: "Isn't it only one tael of silver to book an incense room? Why did it suddenly become fifty taels, and you robbed it at night!"

The girl in red said: "It is true that one or two people should book an incense room, but the money for matchmaking and the money for throwing bags to the wishing tree can't be counted! ”

The fountain of tears was speechless for a while, and the peach face was shy.

Yokoba's eyes lit up, and he walked out of the absent-minded and complicated situation. Matchmaking, wishing and hanging bags, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and then I knew it in my heart.

The girl Miaozhu, who was a little cheated and abducted, had an extra heavy piece of silver in her hand, which was thrown to her by the young man lying on the bluestone. She weighed it, raised her eyebrows, and went straight to talk to the young man in purple under the pine tree, not knowing what to say.

Seeing that the silver of the white flowers was blessed by the hateful temple in vain, the fountain of tears felt uncomfortable, and the previous thing of making a wish and hanging the bag became gone, and said to Yokobame: "Why give her money, she is a liar, or that kind of liar." ”

If she had just arrived in the Central Plains, I am afraid that the temple would have been demolished, the pine trees would have been destroyed, and people would have been killed. But now it's with Yokohame.,The personality changes with it.。

Yokohama said solemnly: "She is not a liar, she can enjoy such a vigorous incense, this place is extraordinary, and the benefits are remarkable, do you know?"

Tearful Spring was so anxious that two pairs of golden lotuses stepped on the ground, gritted his teeth and retorted: "I don't know, I only know that there is a shortage of fifty taels of silver, the road is far away, thousands of miles away, we may not be able to go back, even if we sleep in the open at this time, it doesn't cost money to get there?"

Heng Bomu got up from the stone and walked up to her, his eyes on the face that had just become angry, and through the moonlight that sprinkled Qinghua, he depicted the reverie lying on the bluestone: What would happen if I made her like me, would the two sides die down and not move to fight? If they knew that I was her enemy, what would happen?

Yokohama blurted out: "For you, spending some silver is nothing." But in his heart, he thought: for the peace of the tribe, death is nothing.

Seeing that he looked a little dazed, Tear Fountain wanted to calm things down, stopped complaining, shook his arm, and asked, "What's wrong with you, why are you weird all this time, okay, okay, I know you're also for me." While patting his beloved saber with the palm of his hand, he pouted his cherry lips and said in a small voice: "Big deal, I sold my saber and left Xie Nujian behind." That entanglement was solved. I just think that the temple is too bad, and I don't know the cost. ”

The moon shadow is in the water, the fragrance of flowers is wild, the two of them sit silently for a while, and the tear spring sees that his mood is a little relaxed, so he runs ten steps away from the mountain flowers, watching the whiskers, touching thousands of reds, only folding a wild chrysanthemum with wisps of fragrance, returning to the side of the transverse waves, inserting the small yellow flowers in the neat bun, showing a small result to the transverse waves, gently supporting the hair and asking, "Is it good-looking?"

Yokobo smiled, slowly stretched out a white palm, touched her smooth cheeks, and as soon as she reached her hand, she felt that her skin was soft and boneless, like a cotton ball.

As soon as the face of the tearful fountain touched his warm palm, his heart was shocked, and he didn't know what to do, not knowing whether it was out of shyness or for some reason, he gently broke off the latter's arm, put away his elated appearance, and turned around.

With his back to the transverse waves, he never took a step. For them, at this time, everything in heaven and earth was silent, only the complex and intertwined hearts of the two people, and the voices made three orders to declare their hearts.

After the battle between heaven and man, when nothing happened, he turned back to his body and said with a smile: "Let's go, go back to the room and rest, tomorrow we will have to travel a long way." ”

Yokohame, who had failed in this 'attack', was devastated, and wanted to cry without tears.

At this time, a small purple butterfly fluttered and staggered, as early as the two of them inadvertently, around their bodies in a big circle, and then flapped their wings in the wind, perched on the small yellow chrysanthemum that the tearful spring had just inserted in the hair, the antennae were smart, the wings swayed up and down, buried in hard work, picking incense and piling honey.

The Tear Fountain stared at the eyes of the horizontal waves, and felt that there was a small butterfly in his hair, and the white eyes of the autumn water rolled up, and he was surprised

The industrious purple butterfly flapped its wings and flew away towards the pine trees with thousands of red silks.

The little yellow chrysanthemum that I thought was quite solid on my head fell from the hair of the tear fountain for some reason, like a flower leaving the ground. Seeing the tearful spring, he hurriedly squatted down and picked it up, probed the jade hand, and stopped abruptly.

A man and a woman, with their hands stopped in picking up a small yellow flower, and no one touched the flower. I only smell the fragrance, crispy, charming, and intoxicating.

The fountain of tears got up in relief and watched Heng Bomu pick up the little yellow flower. He stretched out his hand sincerely, holding the small yellow flower picked by the purple butterfly in his hand, and motioned to return it to her.

"Thank you!" Tearful Fountain reached out to take it.

As soon as the fingers of the transverse wave were loosened, the little yellow flower left the branch again, followed by the palm of the hand and the palm of the fountain of tears, taking the opportunity to speculate, and the hand and the flashlight touched like a flint.

This time, Heng Bomu grabbed her jade shoot-like palm, and his eyes were affectionate, confused by reality, and broke her stone heart.

Her heart told her not to run away this time.

His heart is he, and he will never let go this time.

Heng Bomu grasped the rare opportunity and struck while the iron was hot: "Xiao Luo, let's be together." ”

Tears Fountain's mind was complicated, and in the midst of churning, the sentence on the highest building flashed: "If a family mission is in front of you and an unforgettable feeling is in front of you, how should you choose." ”

She began to be confused, and at this time, the great hatred was not over, and she had her mind to focus on the personal affairs of her children.

Do you want to give up your personal feelings and devote yourself to your mission like the tallest building? It would be nonsense to say that you don't like the handsome man in front of you. She just didn't dare to choose.

After half a ring, Yokohama no longer kept her distance, because the pause in her mind gave her space for reverie, knowing that she was hesitating. So, at the risk of it, he pulled the jade arm close to the red hot chest, and then reached out to wrap his arms around her slender willow waist, close to his body.

She only "snorted", her eyes wiped a trace of surprise, and there was not too much low resistance, so that he could gain an inch.

Heng Bomu hugged her tightly, her chest and chest squeezed together, only to feel that her body was soft and deceitful, between breaths, her heart touched the deer, and then began to puff up, to her cherry mouth to ask for warmth.

After she half-pushed and half-pushed, she was confused, and she only felt the softness of the other party's lips, and she never felt this way, and she couldn't tell what was going on at all. There is only one person in the world who can make her feel this way, that is the cute and playful three-year-old Xiao Wan'er, when she was playing with these three-year-old dolls in her spare time, one inadvertently kissed each other mouth-to-mouth, and it felt like this man kissing exactly the same as now, which is understandable.

Her mouth began to like the sensation, something soft.

The two of them were unscrupulous, panting after half a ring, full of incense, soaked through their clothes, and rolling on the bluestone, like two twisted hemp ropes. When the sword gets in the way, it is thrown aside, and the garment is in the way, and a layer is removed.

The two sides stopped the firewood and were trying to communicate with each other, when the purple-clothed young man under the pine tree lazily stretched out his hand, and the purple butterfly perched on his index finger. The purple-clothed young man taught the well-behaved butterfly on his index finger and said, "Greedy, you are naughty again." The voice was like a senior training a junior, and then said to himself: "That's fine, the boss lady's deal can be considered to be truly completed." ”

The two people who were sending cloves and rolling heard someone talking beside them, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and immediately took a serious look, hurriedly put on their clothes, and sat on the bluestone.

But they still leaned together. The head of the tearful fountain was tilted in the arms of Heng Bo Mei, smiling lovely, and his fingers playing with the green silk of the hanging sideburns.

Yokohamme put one hand around her waist and rubbed his chin against her hair. Sit silently together, watch the moonlight cold, the nectar is thin, listen to the tinkling of the stream, the empty valley, smell the chrysanthemum fragrance on the clothes, and tell the mud.

A layer of red fog could not stop the dawn that was about to erupt, and the sleeping sun gradually began to climb the hills.

They sat on the smooth stone blue from night till dawn.

After going down the mountain, the spring of tears took away the sword that had been decorated with detention, and Heng Bomu did not stop it, but only persuaded: "The sword is not necessary, I don't have much money, but I got a lot of money in the Central Plains, and I stored it in a cave in a mountain, the hole is under the valley, covered by fog all the year round, and the bottom of the valley is abyss, but the flowers and trees in it grow vigorously, and they are more than two or three times higher than the ordinary. ”

The Spring of Tears has a generous temperament for no reason, so he just took the sword out, and the silver two budgeted it, but it was still not enough to go back, and then accompanied him to find a large sum of money in the mountain, the cave and the valley.

There is only less than half a month left in the competition between the Shenqi tribe and the Chongzhen tribe, and the fountain of tears is also outdated, as long as there is entanglement, it can return to the tribe in seven days, but fortunately, the direction of the mountain is not far from it.

After two days of hard work, I reached a mountain high, climbed to the top of the mountain, and was led by Heng Bomu to a place where white clouds were dense, jumped down, and the movements were familiar, and I found a stronghold and wisteria for help.

The fountain of tears, which is a step above Heng Bomu in martial arts, is naturally not to be outdone, and it also does not enter the sea of clouds.

The two came to the bottom of the valley, the bottom is really all strange flowers and plants, higher than the usual flowers and trees, the valley bottom is not big or small, it is a natural paradise, isolated from the world, they only know that the exit is only on the top, into the hole, the hole is full of daily necessities, the top wall is inlaid with a night pearl, the whole hole is illuminated. A box next to it is full of gold, silver and jewelry, and it is confusing to open it.

So, they planned to stay for a few days, fix the hole, and sell something to decorate. In this way, the relationship between the two is even more harmonious, like sugar.

Yokohamme taught her to apply fat and put on lipstick, but she didn't accept what she had never tried and only heard of, and she dressed up ten times better than usual.

She taught Heng Bomu to improve martial arts and cultivation, and usually had nothing to do to fight the wild birds, but the animals at the bottom of the valley were scarce, and then let them go extinct every three or five days, leaving a few groups of unknown birds chirping in the trees.

Day after day, the journey is imminent, the secluded life is still destroyed by the mission, the two discussed that today is the last day to live a small couple at the bottom of the valley, and the last night, the two are extremely tossed, turning over the river and the sea. Until the morning, when the birds were noisy, the two of them got up, and according to the custom, they scooped rice from the tearful spring to make a fire and cook rice, and Yokohama looked for food in the valley.

Today is an exception, though.

Yokohamme practiced his sword in a wide area of pebbles, surrounded by flowers and trees. At night, he did not reduce his majestic sword spirit, and after playing for a while, the surrounding flowers and trees were all broken, and his heart was very complicated, very chaotic, and very distressed, and he didn't know whether he should go next. The knife technique was noisy, the sound roared wildly, waving his hand, in a rage, to the other side of the mountain wall, the majestic Tanlang knife qi flashed with golden light, and forced the valley bottom barrier to open a three-foot-wide gap, and the length of the gap went straight to the sky.

When the fountain of tears saw it on the side, he took the wild man he had already made into the cave and steamed it, while pondering: "Is he reluctant to the Central Plains?"

She thought again: "He is also seeking a sword, and he keeps saying that he is from the Central Plains, but along the way, he still knows less about the Central Plains, but he seems to owe a little bit of agility when he goes to the rivers and lakes, and there is one point that can be proved that a sword lover can even be said to be non-sword and do not hold it, and respect the sword as the head of a hundred weapons, and he makes the knife not lame, which is really suspicious." Could it be that he was sent by the Divine Rise tribe to ask someone to forge a sword?"

Thinking of this, she was not sure, after all, the two were in deep love, and they did not have the name of husband and wife, but they were husband and wife.

She also felt: "The heart of guarding against others is indispensable, and the heart of harming others is indispensable, and there must be a reason why he is abnormal." If he was from the Rising Tribe, he would have done it a long time ago, so why wait until now, could it be that this is my final parting with me? That's why he ......."

So, he took out the gallbladder-breaking silver needle sent by the wrinkling and practiced it, and inserted the wild ones one by one to see if there was any poison, and even the jar of rice had to be tried. As a result, I was busy for a while before I realized that I was too naïve.

She had already finished trying the uncooked rice, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a person, who was standing beside him with a knife on his back, and it was the person she loved the most.

She hurriedly threw away the gallbladder silver needle and put it into the rice altar, "Soul Lang, I ......." Guilt rushed into the arms of Heng Bo Purpose, who knew that the figure in front of him changed, and he didn't care about it, and flew towards the stream.

She threw herself into the air, and her heart was empty, she picked up a good sword on a wooden frame, and hurriedly chased it out, only to see his figure flying towards the wall, jumping right and left, extremely fast.

She was reluctant to follow closely and wanted to stop in front to explain, but who knew that she had been chasing the bottom.

After leaving the secluded valley, Yokohamme stopped under a peach tree and stared at the crystal clear water in front of him, where a small boat stopped at a dilapidated ferry, and a captain sat on the boat, greeting him and signaling whether to take the boat, but he ignored it.

The fountain of tears followed, hugged him from behind, and said in a crying voice: "Soul Lang, I'm sorry, I was confused for a while, I shouldn't doubt you." She turned the stunned soul man around and said face to face, "Don't be angry with me, okay? If you don't want to help me, you can stay in the tribe and wait for my triumphant return, which won't let you take the risk. As long as you don't leave me, I promise you everything."

Heng Bomu was not indifferent, dozens of blood threads climbed on the corners of his eyes, his wet red eyes looked at the weeping tears fountain, and choked up: "Really?"

The tear fountain who wiped away his tears nodded.

Yokohamme confided a sentence that had been buried in his heart for a long time: "I want your Chongzhen tribe and the Shenqi tribe to form an alliance with each other, non-aggression against each other, and eternal peaceful coexistence." ”

"You...... Anything but this can be promised to you. "Tearing Spring airway.

Yokohamme continued: "Your suspicions are not wrong at all, I am indeed a member of the tribe, named Yokohama, and I, like you, am also the representative of the competition between the two tribes. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, with a bang, a sharp sword had already invaded under his sharp jaw, and the tip of the sword was on the Adam's apple, and a stream of blood flowed to the lute bone and then to his chest on the spot.

The sword-wielding man was extremely corrupt, and his nostrils twitched like a beast devouring man.

The body of the transverse wave does not move half a minute, and there is a sense of death.

Feeling the pain, the deceit, the hatred, the fountain of tears, the tip of the sword was pointed to the point, and asked, "Did you arrange all this?"

As the tip of the sword thrust in, the blood bar grew larger, soaking some of Yokohame's clothes.

The moist eyes of the fountain of tears became more and more blood-red, and these eyes were as deep as pools of blood, and it began to shed amorous tears, and it was in a dilemma; It put the two people rolling on the bluestone next to the pine tree, and it was beautiful; It saw the life and death of the sea in the sea at that time, and the clouds turned over and the rain fell; It sued its youngest daughter Xiao Wan'er to suffocate in the cellar, and the night rain knew her fate; It has taken into it the long-cherished desire to kill the Shenqi tribe, and has hated itself for a long time.