The beautiful word is in the heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hidden in the deepest depths, this beauty, Han Xian is extremely stingy, this is not because he is unwilling to share the beauty of Yunshan with others, it is precisely because he is afraid of being mentioned by others.

It's like heartache to be mentioned.

was mentioned, mentioned in any way, it was Yun Shan asking 'Why haven't you gone home yet?'

I asked myself, 'It's not that I won't reply, it's that I don't dare?'

Hehe, people are saying they don't dare!

And the heart is asking, what are you not afraid of?

Then Han Xian's heart didn't know how to answer, in the whiteness of Haohao, he was a person who was struggling to find a way home.

And the Jutian Patriarch who was passing by had already come out of Han Xian's star map.

The eyes are open, both eyes are open, they are all watching, Han Xian is looking at the Jutian Patriarch, the Jutian Patriarch is also looking at Han Xian, and the person sitting on the chair should be witnessing this look.

"She must be beautiful. ”

I was asking again, this time it was the Jutian Patriarch who was asking Han Xian personally.

"She's beautiful. ”

Still didn't hesitate at all, this is impossible to hesitate at all, Han Xian replied casually, can the heart be beautiful, any hometown is beautiful.

"It's also beautiful, you can enjoy it. ”

The patriarch of Jutian spread his hands and said in his mouth, and his expression had changed from majestic and cold to absolutely amiable, these flat hands were waiting for a hug.

"Grandpa. ”

Han Xian's feet moved, and it was the movement of his body.

Old man.

Youngster.

They hugged each other tightly, the corners of their eyes were flashing, and their hearts were full of tears, Han Xian was happy with a smile, not because he could enter the land of Qishui, but because he could enjoy the warmth of his relatives in the land of the fish clan and the patriarch of Jutian.

"Whew~~. ”

When the people left, Han Xian left the ancestral house of the fish clan under the eyes of both eyes.

The night is a good night, and tonight I have taken a big step forward under the cunning arrangement of fate, and the peak of Qifeng is covered with snow, what kind of beauty are you, and what kind of danger is it?

I, Han Xian, am about to hug you.

The joy of the fish clan was not over, and this time Han Xian sank wholeheartedly into the crowd of people who were singing and dancing.

Han Xian's departure, the quaint door is closing, its closure is a separation from the world, and silence is the only melody here.

"Jutian, is he really fine?"

Those old men sitting on the chairs, their eyes at this moment are the real chiseled meaning, and they are burning the hearts of the Kutian Patriarch.

From the time Han Xian turned to leave, the face of the Jutian Patriarch put away Ci Se.

"I saw another place in his heart. ”

This is a solemn face, a firm person, and it is this affirmation that dispelles all the doubts in the hearts of those old people.

Qishui, these people are guarded.

And the Qishui in his heart, he can only protect himself, the person who has that pure land, the source of the Qishui, will not be rejected, it can generously accept Han Xian's approach.

The night soon dawned.

Tomorrow and night soon.

Han first indulged in the morning glow, and was obsessed in the sunset, such a day is so quiet, only listen to the wind in the quiet, and listen to the voice of the heart in the quiet.

The silence was undisturbed.

Even the fish hasn't been seen for three days, what is he doing?

Of course, he is working hard for tomorrow's competition, and the young man has always been synonymous with competitiveness, and he is an arrogant and paranoid teenager like him.

The two words of earning strong have been engraved in my heart.

As for competitiveness, it becomes a part of the heart completely, and this part is inseparable.

And the eyes that used to be like shadows, as early as three days ago, when they left the ancestral house of the fish clan, they disappeared, and they were letting themselves go.

I can enter Qishui, but why didn't I leave?

Of course, it is for tomorrow's fish clan bow skills competition, lead the bow with your heart, and make flying arrows, which will definitely have a unique wonderful, and you also have this desire.

The dawn is already in sight.

Except for Han Xian, who could fall asleep very quietly and comfortably today, none of the rest of the fish clan youths did not breathe and close their eyes to rest with their scorching breaths.

Though a man is lying down.

But that is God's restlessness, madness, and as for the closing of the eyes, it is nothing more than a self-comforting superfluity, and man is only begging to do more thorough madness in the darkness of his eyes.

"Whew~~. ”

The roar of the wind.

The sky finally dawned, and the fish people, the young man, stared at the bright eyes like lanterns, and laughed at the words of his companions around him who didn't sleep well and his eyes turned black.

The Fish-Folk converge around the central totem.

"Smack~~. ”

It's the roar of fire, the crimson flames, the joyful dancing around the totem, they're celebrating today, they're singing about today.

Before the totem.

The high platform adds splendor.

Before the totem.

Everyone is wearing new clothes, and even Han Xian's body is covered with new clothes specially made for him by the Fish Clan, if the face is tattooed with the unique tattoo of the Fish Clan, then with his slightly dark skin, he will be a Fish Clan.

People are dressed in new clothes.

Han Xian, who was dressed in the clothes of the fish clan, also stood in the crowd of the fish clan.

"Whew, pop~~~. ”

The wind roared and became fiery, and in his eyes, the shadows depicted on the totem all came to life, and the fish swam around the bow, and the bow was real, it was back to the fish clan, the Great Bow of the Falling Sun.

The sun rises and slowly stretches to the top of the totem, and at the moment of straightening, all the fish people are witnessing, and they are all whispering prayers in their faces.

Ten thousand years, the people of the current dynasty are the luckiest, what they have seen in the past is all the derivation of the Taoism of the old people in the clan, and now the old people can watch quietly in piety and solemnity.

The sunset itself is evolving for the Fish Clan, and for ten thousand years, it has not forgotten the unique sacrificial rituals of the Fish Clan.

"Poof~~~. ”

The red flames swirled, starting from the strings, there was a hint of reddish slowly surging on the two sides, and this reddish passed through the bow body and converged on the bow body.

"Smack~~. ”

The fire is a long song, the flame is bright and rising, and the face is red.

The faces of the fish people, those strange tattoos are all alive, this time they are really alive, this time those young people are really being baptized.

Every young man of the fish clan looks lucky and happy.

"Whew~~. ”

The solemn and pious face was still solemn and pious, but the scorching breath was echoing in the throat of every fish people, which was the joy of excitement to the extreme.

It is the bow that attracts the heart, and it is the heart that makes the arrow.

For thousands of years, this time the fish people realized what is the resonance and what is the real fish inheritance, and it turns out that the former self is not perfect.

At this moment, even those old people, men, women, children, and children, their pious eyes were already full of enthusiasm, and they should not have shed tears today, but everyone was crying.

"Bye~~. ”

Knock on your knees, nod your head on the ground, and shed tears.

People are making great salutes to the totem, to the sunfall bow, to the Qifeng, and to the mission in their hearts.

After the ceremony, the backbone of the fish people stood straighter than ever, and those young men were the most excited, excited that they would have another tattoo on their faces, and that they were one step closer to growing up.

"Huh. ”

Laughing is to see, and the face of others is painted as a salute.

Laughing is to see that your face is being painted into a salute.

The young man of the fish clan grew up little by little under the pen of their patriarch Grandpa Jutian, and today Han Xian is wearing the clothes of the fish clan and is the young man of the fish clan.

I also look at others in laughter, and I wait for my own face in laughter.

"Grandpa. ”

This is a whispered word in his mouth, Han Xian looked at the face of the Jutian Patriarch and the smile, his heart was full of respect, his eyes were gently closed, he was an outsider, but from today onwards, he would be half of the Fish Clan.

Tattoo pen dot face.

It's just a point, this point is settled in Han Xian's eyebrows, in the mind of the Jutian patriarch, he is very willing to accept Han Xian as a fish clansman, but the fish clan people will not settle in the land of the water.

This is the mark of a friend for generations.

"Bye. ”

Han Xian worshiped with all the young men of the fish clan who accepted the ceremony, still kneeling, kneeling, kneeling to the amiable grandfather in their hearts.

"Hehe~~. ”

Joy is the joy of every pair of eyes, and joy is the joy of every heart.

Laughter is every face.

And at the moment when Licheng stood up straight, every fish clan boy had an excited smile on his face.

Zhang Zhang's face is already red.

For them, the following is the main event, and the following is the moment of competition, asking who is the strongest in the world, and of course it is myself.

This is the roar in the heart of every young person.

"The arrow is the heart, the arrow is the eye of the heart, and the more the eye can see, the more the heart can naturally see more thoroughly. ”

The young man's eyes are closed, and the eyes are closed in order to better let the heart see, to see the heart with arrows as eyes, in the quiet of closing eyes, the strings flutter, and the front is bright.

"Hum. ”

This is the same sound, this is the arrow of the many hands, making the trembling of a bow, the sun is down, the edge points to the sky, looking at the sun, the pair of closed eyes.

It's laughter and sorrow.

Laughter is that one's heart can still be seen under the chaos of the sun, and the sorrow is where the arrow is lost under the chaos of the sun.

When I opened my eyes, I laughed sadly, and what I saw was still the chaos of the sun.

Ask who likes this game the most, close his eyes and smile at the end of the fish to find, his arrow in the sun's chaos, see the brightest, this game he is the most, he is the winner.

"The arrow is the heart, the arrow is the heart, in the fierce wind, will the heart be broken? ”

"Hum~~. ”

"So fast. ”

This is Han Xian's exclamation, whether it is those who close their eyes to be happy, or those who open their eyes to be happy, they are all quickly pulling the bow full moon and releasing it.

Feng dang is facing the wind.

This time everyone is scrambling to be the first, facing the limelight, leading the song, and this time to find back to stand in the limelight, no matter how chaotic the wind is, his arrow is still moving forward in the wind.

In this game, the hard-working people did not live up to the efforts.

This sentence, seeking return is the most, he is victorious.

"The arrow is the heart, in the chaos, the chaos is the eye, the eye is the heart, hold the heart. ”

The young man came to the river, the stream shone in the shadows, and the shadows were dark and had their own face, but there were more sparkling waves under the sun, and the disordered light water patterns in it were this competition.

Shoot them.

Every pair of eyes is closed.

The bow was not as round as ever, but each edge was indeed the quietest and the coldest.

"Hum. ”

The strings moved, the arrows sounded softly, and this arrow was indeed the first to be shot by the return, could he have found his landing point so quickly from the randomly swaying water patterns?

In his heart he knew it.

"Hiss~~. ”

The front falling into the water is silent, it is cut into the water pattern, the water pattern is swirling and swaying, he successfully cut the water pattern, so is the search for the return win?

"Hum~~"

The strings move, the front hits the water, the flower is swinging, the fish clan takes the heart to lead the bow as the long, the young man has practiced since he was a child, they have their own efforts, the front falls into the water, and the water lines are broken.

There is one more arrow at the end, and one more arrow standing still.

"Hum. ”

Listening to the sound of a string, this sound is an arrow with closed eyes to find meaning, her edge falls into the water, like a needle in the sea, and those overflowing waves are actually frozen by the arrow edge for an extremely small amount of time.

That's enough time.

This game is looking for a win, this teenager is a woman who does not let her eyebrows.

"The arrow is the heart, in the heartbeat, is fear hidden?"

It was a question, and in this question, the young men were brought from the water's edge to the totem fire, and the fire was filled with flaming arrows.

They're burning, take it yourself.

Young man, his hands are stretched out, but some young man's eyes are closed, some are frowning, some are squinted, and some are sniffing slightly.

Hand groping in the fire,

Fire is fire in the end, even if it is a person who worships fire, fear is still inevitable in his heart.

But not everyone is like this, there are special, Yu Xunhui is the most special one, a pair of eyes are like lanterns under the reflection of the flames, and the hands are steady and grasp the fire without a trace of trembling.

The goal is firm, and the fire arrow is under the bow, turning into a meteor fire arrow.

This game is a win.

One person wins two games, he is the biggest winner of the clan this time, people are happy in laughter, and Xun Hui is the one who is the most ruthless to himself, and the person who is the most ruthless to himself.

The sun has set again.

The fish clan fell into an unprecedented carnival, people were drunk in wine, and even the night was drunk in the mellow aroma of wine, and they were all drunk.

Man is silent when drunk.

The night is silent black in drunkenness.

This silent darkness is eternal silence, everyone is sleeping in silence, this night carnival is so fast.