"Brother Lin, how far are we from Xuanming Town? We've been running for a month and a half. ”

Xue Zixuan, who was dressed in emerald green silk, blinked with a pair of big eyes a little aggrieved, lying on top of an open-top ox cart, boredly dragging the auspicious wishful silk knot on the side of Lin Shuxun's robe.

Lin Shuxun glanced at her with some amusement, and then turned around and continued to concentrate on driving. While laughing: "What's the matter?

"No, Sister, Brother Lin, he laughed at me! Day and night, obviously I was worried that he wouldn't be able to stay up......"

Xue Zixuan got up angrily, threw away Lin Shuxun's belt as if disgusted, and turned to Xue Ziqing for help.

saw Xue Ziqing, who was meditating and pranayama, slowly opened his eyes, and his thick eyelashes swept a shadow under his round eyes.

At that moment, there was chaos in the beauty's eyes, even if she looked at the world, there was still nothingness in her eyes. Fortunately, in the next moment, it returned to the previous clear and moisturized.

Xue Zixuan stared at Sister A with a pout, hoping that Sister Ah could share the same hatred with her. Xue Ziqing, who meditated and breathed but was awakened by her own little sister many times, nodded her eyebrows helplessly, "You~"

After all, he didn't say anything harsh.

However, it was still childish anger to Lin Shuxun. Gently kicked him in the back, but it was skillful, Lin Shuxun's attention was defenseless on the road, and he almost fell on his stomach, and narrowly grabbed the handle of the oxcart to stabilize his body.

"Xue Ziqing, what are you doing? ”

The indignant young man braked sharply, turned to question, and his hoarse voice like a duck's crowing revealed the fact that he had changed his voice.

"It's nothing, it's just that you're not happy. What's the matter!"

Xue Ziqing put away the regular meditation posture, crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the board car and looked down domineeringly. Xue Zixuan also stuck out his tongue mischievously and angered him together.

"Hmph, okay, you two. When I eat and ask me for help, my brother's direct shouting, I ...... on weekdays."

"What's the matter?" Xue Ziqing narrowed his eyes dangerously, ready to teach this guy who spoke wildly a long time. Anyway, I haven't fought in actual combat for a long time, and I don't know what rank I am now.

"That's it...... Hmph, good men don't fight women. Lin Shuxun still relented decisively.

After all, he has been educated by girls a lot in the past few years, Xue Ziqing didn't say that he beat people, and there was a kind of ruthlessness of an outlaw in it, and she didn't know where she learned it from a rich man who owned the whole island.

She has never been merciful, saying that she wants to beat people all over the face, and she will not miss it. And Lin Shuxun said that he was hypocritical or soft-hearted, anyway, he couldn't do anything about the old, weak, sick, disabled and pregnant.

He doesn't have to go all out, and his cultivation is lower than Xue Ziqing, so naturally he only has to be beaten.

However, Lin Shuxun has grown from a half-grown teenager to the present, and his progress and growth are still obvious. Not only has he changed from a sloppy little man who is not as tall as Xue Ziqing to a handsome young man with a tall and slender body and clear eyebrows.

The heart has also grown a lot, and the temper of the young master when he was young and frivolous has been completely quit, but the soft heart has become more and more intense with the growth of age.

Xue Ziqing is the other extreme, upright, resolute and ruthless.

is also because of his hard-working and resentful old father's mentality, although Xue Ziqing eats deflated every day, but playing the role of an eldest brother like a father is also easy for him.

"Haha, Brother Lin. You've said this many times. ”

Xue Zixuan looked at him touching his nose awkwardly after eating, looking aggrieved that "I have a good temper and don't care about you women", and couldn't help laughing.

Xue Ziqing also broke away from the silent state of mind of cultivation, looked at them and smiled:

"Okay, don't make trouble with Lin Er. Zixuan is right, you also stayed up for more than a month in order to catch the car. Let's go and rest today, I'll catch the car. lest you faint to death from exhaustion in the future, there is no good doctor in these remote mountains. ”

"Yes, Brother Lin, you are also stubborn. You trust us~ I won't sell you. ”

"Tsk, did you take the wrong medicine today......?"

Obviously, the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed by the crazy rising arc, and he still questioned angrily: "Now that I know that I am working hard, why don't you stop looking for trouble on weekdays?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, if you don't come up, I'll take Zixuan and leave first. Xue Ziqing crossed his hands on his hips and watched him there with a hard mouth and a soft heart. Xue Zixuan also covered her mouth secretly, smiling so brightly that her eyes seemed to have stars.

"What, look at how you will marry in the future!" muttered, Lin Shuxun obediently got into the ox cart.

It's just that he was a little embarrassed to sit on the side, his hands unconsciously tightened his sleeves, and a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes were full of smiles.

The figures of the three people are very long in the sun, as if time is not old and youthful.

However, the past, the past, is a precious thing that will never return. Xue Zixuan looked at the happy self smiling in the picture, and couldn't tell what mood he was in now, so he could only choose to be silent.

Meng Xuan watched it very happily, as if watching a movie. Watching them laugh and scold all the way, in a blink of an eye, they came to Xuanming Town.

It is said to be a town, but the specifications are not small.

Because it is located on the coast, it is very lively to come and go to the commercial port on weekdays, all kinds of stalls with Western style, and high-level auctions adhering to the wishes.

What's more, there is also an annual feast of flowers - the Flower Dynasty Festival. is not only the mundane flowers competing for beauty, but also the monks who vainly try to raise flowers to form immortals.

That is, the flowers and plants that are carefully cared for are brought to participate in the competition held by the Mo clan on the day of the Flower Dynasty Festival, and the winner can receive a blessing from the god of flowers. The flowers in your hands may be lucky enough to transform into a spirit and become a spirit, and after signing a contract, you can faithfully protect the Lord.

The number of people who come to participate in the event every year is inexhaustible, and it is even more mixed. If the flowers in your hand are lucky enough to be favored by the dignitaries and nobles of the road and buy them home, then the money in hand is enough to buy thousands of flower seeds.

The most important thing is that if you have a good relationship because of this. In the future, there will not be so many hurdles on the road to cultivation, and if you are fortunate enough to be pointed out by the big guy on the road, you may be able to break the miasma and succeed and cultivate to a higher level.

For example, as mentioned earlier, the Qingyun Sect, which uses the cultivation of all things to comprehend life and experience nature, sends people here every year to participate in the grand event, but not to buy flowers to practice, but to relieve flower spirits who are suffering.

Xue Ziqing and the others came early, although they came to resell the plants and trees for the auction, they were also full of curiosity about this famous flower court.

They also had a lot of flowers in their hands, but unfortunately most of them had been damaged and had hidden injuries when Lin Shuxun picked them off regardless of their severity.

It's not bad to send it to the pharmacy or go to the auction to buy and sell, but it's ridiculous to think that you can use these to participate in the Mo family's Hundred Flowers Fair. There is no other reason, the Mo family's family rules are very strict, and it is difficult for the flowers in the mortal world to enter their eyes.

And the rules were set at an early age:

First, the flower giver must love the flower. The delicate flowers that have been carefully cared for and cultivated are the real naïve. People who have no love for flowers, even if you go through the back door and enter the Mo family's arena, it will not help. After all, flowers are not goods, and this is not an auction.

Second, regardless of the quality of the flower, the value of the flower, the best is to be refreshed. Whether the spirit of flowers is or not depends on the mastery of the season, attributes and preferences of the flower keepers.

Third, people have names, and flowers have flowers. Flowers with stories can really touch people's hearts. Of course, it makes no sense to know that it was made up by someone who wrote the script.

This may sound like an inexplicable rule, but it's been around for a long time. According to legend, the ancestor of the Mo family was through the Xuan and cultivation with the help of a jasmine fairy, and cultivated the Yuanying Avenue in one fell swoop.

But just when they were preparing to get married and hold a ceremony, the western demons and ghost cultivators joined forces to attack the Central Plains. As the leader of the party, he had to answer the call and go to the front. It's not that I don't know that my own Taoist priests only have a foundation and a wide range of cultivation, and their lifespan is only a hundred years.

But for the sake of the hatred of the country and the family, the peace of one party, and the fact that she could live in peace and quiet in the rear, he had to leave.

Just like the poem Cai Weili describes, "In the past, I used to be in the past, and the willows were still there, and now I think about it, and the rain and snow are flying." "When the ancestor of the Mo family returned to his homeland after the victory, his hometown was already a matter of people.

The elegant woman who smiled at her was green and reserved, but couldn't hide the friendship in her eyes, was no longer there. Even their two children are already old, and all of them have grown up.

The Mo family became a commercial port at the wharf at the edge of Xuanming Town, buying some daily necessities for the people. Because of the sea, the family's business is quite prosperous.

But he was not satisfied, even if the chapters of the former mountain alliance and sea oath had already been washed away in the torrent of time to the point of yellowing?

He remembered that little Jasmine liked flowers, and what she loved most was to wander in the sea of flowers in the spring season.

While counting the touching stories I heard from my best friend in the same flower around me, I turned my head to look at him with a bewildered look and pretended to be disgusted:

"How could I have liked such an idiot. ”

Most of the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side have turned into a handful of yellow sand, but for this obsession, he came back with this last breath.

"Hey, even though you often call me a fool, everything is fine, you see...... These flowers ......"

The ancestor of the Mo family actually spent very little time in rectifying Xuanming Town and the Mo family, and the moment he heard the news of Jasmine's death, he was really old.

In the end, what can be done for the Mo family and her is to hold this feast of flowers before she dies. Afraid that the terrain was remote and no one cared about it, he held his last breath and sent out invitations to let his comrades-in-arms come to cheer up.

It is said to be a flower viewing, but it is more like a funeral. The fragrance of those flowers is the incense before the spirit, and the flower language is the funeral word of farewell.

The great-great-grandchildren and great-grandchildren of the Mo family, who had just recognized their ancestors for a few days, cried heartily, and tears rained down.

And those comrades-in-arms who were bent over by time still stood straight, and they couldn't cry. There's too much blood, and there's too much to say goodbye......

Silly roe deer, my brother has no cultural cells that are sad and sad, and we put these dog's tail grass and freshly picked jasmine together. Go down and help us say hello to my sister-in-law.

After the fall of the ancestor of the Mo family, the Mo family also began to develop rapidly due to the blessing of misfortune. Every year, the Flower Dynasty Festival is used to commemorate the cherry blossom viewing and to establish diplomatic relations.

The Mo family became a giant, taking charge of the commercial and trade economy of some coastal areas, and at the same time, the flower-viewing culture as the origin also emerged.

It has always been difficult to distinguish the truth from the fake of folk tales, but it is difficult to deny the culture born from stories. Lin Shuxun and the others were also willing to respect this culture, bought flower stickers, and entered the Baihua Building at the head of the Mojia River weir as a visitor.

Unexpectedly, before entering the door, I saw a good show.

"Who are you? If you say you can't enter, you can't enter! There is no invitation, so you can spend money to buy a flower post, right?"

The thin young man stationed outside the Baihua Building opened his arms and blocked the door, slamming a cold-faced woman in front of him like a cannonball.

"Heh, you're responsible, your words are so radical, and the dog's eyes look down on people! That's how Baihualou teaches people?"

The woman who was blocked didn't look good on her face, and seeing that she was blocked outside the building, there were more and more people watching the excitement, and her eyes became a little more aggressive.

"No matter how Baihualou educates his subordinates, it's not your turn to take care of it, and the poor ghost who can't even afford a post is still trying to sneak into the Baihua Club to celebrate the Flower Dynasty Festival!"

"What a villain is a villain! What have you been shouting about! After a little hesitation, ask the situation of Baihualou, that is, the poor people who can't afford to buy posts and are still playing tricks. Baihualou recruited you to guard the door!"

The people on both sides gradually scolded the real fire, if they didn't remember to guard the door, and never give the shrew in front of him a chance, the young man would have rushed out to teach her a good lesson.

As for good men not fighting women? I'm sorry, he's a countryman, and he can't afford to read much.