Changqing smiled dumbly, not believing that there really would be such a mysterious place, it was like worshipping Buddha. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info There are people who burn incense and kneel down in the temple every day, and there are no gods who have seen them come out.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't say so, but asked suspiciously: "But is there really such a magical place?" Brother Yan won't be joking with me. ”

Zuo Daoke said: "It's half-true, the sentence that is circulating in the market is true, and what I said later is just my own understanding." It's a little joke. ”

Changqing pursed his lips dissatisfiedly and said, "Brother Yan's joke is really cold. ”

The left swordsman laughed and didn't speak, so he acquiesced, but he didn't say anything.

In fact, his so-called jokes are also true.

There are only two simple words for rivers and lakes.

But the two words of rivers and lakes are far from being able to interpret rivers and lakes.

You know, this world is very big, the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds, and how many forests are there in this river and lake!

Zuo Daoke picked up the wine glass, the wine in the glass was slightly cold, and he was about to drink it in one gulp, when an idea suddenly popped up in his head, and when the cup was close to his mouth, he stopped, and said, "Since you don't have any plans for the next step, why don't I take you to a place." ”

When Changqing heard this, he subconsciously said, "What place?" ”

The left swordsman put down the empty cup in his hand, and the wine beads hanging on the cup reflected the light, shining like small pearls. He said, "Valley of Hundred Flowers." ”

Then the corners of the left knifeman's mouth pulled slightly, and he smiled, but from the perspective of Changqing, there seemed to be something else in this smile, as if, as if...... Up to no good?

The eyes of the left swordsman are also like beads on the cup, revealing shining energy, and he said word by word: "I'll take you to steal people." ”

Stealing people?

Changqing's body straightened up suddenly, and even Huiyuan's eyes widened unconsciously.

The snow was white, and the snowflakes were still falling from the sky, but it was much smaller than the Nameless Inn, and again, it was not the Nameless Inn, and it was already far from there. As for how far it was, Changqing himself didn't know, only that they had been gone for four or five days.

For a few days in a row, all he saw in his eyes was a white expanse, except for snow, it was still snow, which made him lose his sense of distance somewhat, but fortunately, with his weak intuition, Changqing could probably distinguish the direction.

They must have been heading south, as the snow on the ground thinned. Thin is relatively speaking, in fact, it is deep enough, people step on it without half of the calf, swaying, walking is quite difficult.

As expected, they still haven't made it out of the so-called desolate place. In the past, all the way to come, not to mention the human figures, the footprints have never been seen, except for the two rows of horseshoe prints left by them along the road, the most common thing left is the sparse trail of the hare jumping, coming from a distance, going into the distance.

Changqing, Left Swordsman, Huiyuan, three people should have three horses, the reason why there are two lines of horseshoe prints, one is Huiyuan does not ride a horse, the other is influenced by Buddhism since childhood, he does not want to ride on the horse for the equality of all things, according to his rhetoric is this is unreasonable, and even more unreasonable. However, thousands of unwilling, ten unwilling, in the end, he obediently got on the horse, just because he was persecuted, the current environment is counted as one, and the threat in Changqing's eyes accounts for the vast majority.

Buddhism pays the most attention to the theory of cause and effect, the evergreen threat comes first, this is the cause, and Huiyuan is with him, this is the effect. It's just that Changqing looked down on the university of Buddhism and asked. Cause and effect arise from each other, but they never break. For example, Huiyuan riding with him is the cause, and walking with chanting along the way is the result.

Changqing heard a lot of the supreme and profound truths of Buddhism from Huiyuan behind him.

Those who don't have it are still very obscure.

Evergreen can ride horses, but not very often. It is not often divided into many kinds, unfortunately, the evergreen is not often very extreme, he has ridden a horse, with one hand enough to count over, pull around, just three times. Twice ten years ago, once ...... Right now. What the artist dared to say should be the evergreen category.

The left knife man should not need to introduce anything, from his dashing step on the horse, and the reins of the familiar reins of the road, it can be seen that the word horseback riding has been deeply integrated into his bones, and it is no different from eating and using chopsticks as usual.

This point, it can be seen that they are still immature in the rivers and lakes, you must know that the technology on horseback can represent a person's experience.

It is important to know that where there are horses, there are rivers and lakes.

Although the left swordsman rode the horse very well, but Hui Yuan would never ride a horse with him, and the left swordsman had a taste that Hui Yuan didn't like very much...... The smell of blood blended into the flesh and the smell of the knife seeped into it, although it was already very light compared to many people in the Nameless Inn.

The left swordsman has killed people, and he has killed many people.

……

Three people, two horses, neither fast nor slow forward, against the background of a white, especially lonely and abrupt.

The left swordsman had seen the rustiness of Changqing's technique before, so he specially catered to his riding speed. In the past few days, as he spent more and more time on horseback, Changqing gradually mastered the skills and became more and more comfortable, and now he can see a little.

Horses are native horses here, all of which were tamed by wild horses, and now they are much less wild, and their temperament is sometimes fierce, but they are very obedient.

Unlike horses elsewhere, due to the climate, the horses here have darker coats, longer hair, and more muscular bodies, and their endurance is naturally beyond that of ordinary horses.

After all, it cost a lot of money to buy it from a family that specializes in horse trainers.

It's just that Rao is endurance is like them, and after a few days of almost non-stop walking, he also has to show a tired posture, and the white air mass brought out by the heavy snort is like an old man spitting out the smoke he smoked from a smoking gun, and the wisps dissipate into the air one by one.

Looking up, through the layers of faint clouds, you can see a faint brilliance, and it is about noon.

The left swordsman looked around, thinking about finding a large leeward rock to rest, drink water, and eat something, when he suddenly saw a mess of marks on the snow not far away, such as people's footprints, horses' hoof prints, and traces of the wheels of the carriage. I don't know how many people have walked here, but judging from the traces of the carriage alone, there are at least a dozen.

The left swordsman squinted in the direction of the carriage, and it was a little familiar. To be honest, it is very difficult to find your way through the snow, because almost all you can see is white, front and back, left and right, east and west, north and south, at first glance, everything is similar.

The left swordsman was familiar because he saw two high mountains in the distance, and the road that crossed between the two mountains led to a place, which was the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

Baihua Valley has always rarely had contact with the outside, and it has to be said that it is a particularly rare thing that so many car marks to Baihua Valley suddenly appeared.

There is no room for the left knife man not to frown and think.

He muttered to himself, could something have happened?