Haoxue was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Chen Feng had just dried his clothes and got into the river again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ripples on the river had gradually dissipated, and Chen Feng hadn't come up yet, so Haoxue couldn't help but be a little anxious. She walked to the river, and was about to jump in to look for it. At this time, Chen Feng finally surfaced, shook his hand, and threw two strange fish with human faces, bared teeth, and jumping alive onto the shore.

"You actually went to ......" Haoxue didn't know when she saw that Chen Feng's right hand was bitten by a strange-faced fish, she was moved and disgusted, and took out a white cloth to bandage him.

"No, I don't. My wound healed quickly. Although Chen Feng said so, he still obediently asked Haoxue to help him bandage the wound.

It feels so good to have someone to care about. Chen Feng's heart was sweet. However, when I thought of separating from Haoxue from now on, I didn't know if there would be a chance to meet in this life, and my heart was full of sourness.

Those who are gloomy ** are just other things, and no one is exempt from vulgarity. Perhaps, a person who rides a horse all his life in exchange for nothing more than the catkins flying in the long pavilion and the shorter pavilion, but it is gratifying that he finally experienced it.

Waving goodbye to Haoxue, Haoxue's figure gradually drifted away, but Chen Feng stood by the river and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

Since separating yin and yang from her grandfather and grandmother and entering the secret realm, Haoxue is undoubtedly the most sincere person to Chen Feng. Lin Moshan Mountain is full of rain and wind, the future is treacherous, everyone is in it, like a boat in the wind and waves, there is a possibility of capsizing at any time. Chen Feng and Haoxue are like Pingsan, I don't know if there will be a possibility of reunion.

Because of this parting, Chen Feng unforgettable felt another fiery emotion of human beings, that is, concern.

For everyone, no matter how good a life is, it is inevitable that there will be ups and downs, joys and sorrows, and no matter how relaxed the life is, there will be thoughts that make people feel uneasy. Sometimes these thoughts float for a long time like white clouds in summer, giving people beautiful reverie, and sometimes they turn into a low cloud after collapsing, and finally turn into a downpour, bringing the coolness of late autumn. This kind of thought, which often comes unexpectedly, is concern. It is these concerns that make life no longer thin.

Concern is the truest and purest thought in the world, and it is an inseparable feeling.

Unlike other feelings, it has no utilitarianism, no impurities, no hypocrisy. The farther away we are, the heavier our concerns. It is like a long vine, no matter where it climbs, it is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Chen Feng also felt care in the past, and those worries came from his grandfather and grandmother, which was the most selfless family affection like the love of his parents. Now, the concern for Haoxue is pure friendship and some indescribable feelings. Being a stranger in a foreign land, Chen Feng once received affectionate attention, sincere blessings and comfort, and Chen Feng's heart was full of gratitude.

Chen Feng is very young, and it is the time when he longs to soar in the higher sky. However, the kite is destined to shake off without a string, and the bird is destined to fly tired without a nest.

It wasn't until the sun set that Chen Feng treasured his surging feelings and decided to listen to Haoxue's suggestion and go to Majiabao to improve his cultivation with the help of the strange-faced fish.

Walking along the riverbank, surrounded by the clear blue river, it is clear, clear and intoxicating. With wisps of slanting light, Chen Feng was fascinated by this familiar water surface.

The banks of the river are covered with a variety of trees, lush and idyllic against the backdrop of the golden sunset and turquoise water.

Not far from the river, there were vague staggered threes and twos. Compared with the fishing villages by the sea, these villages are close to the mountains and rivers, which naturally has a special taste. There is no earth-shattering opportunity in the secret world, no dream of eternal life, but the scenery is beautiful, the folk customs are simple, away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, people can enjoy the natural gifts leisurely. This is a pleasure that is difficult for a secret person to enjoy.

Although it was getting late, Chen Feng's childlike heart was aroused, so he took a detour to the nearest village. It's late, it's late, and at most it's okay to walk at night.

This small mountain village is called Banpo Village, which is located on the slope of the foot of the forest desert mountain. The village is surrounded by evergreen trees such as pines and cypresses, so it is still lush even though it is autumn. Because it was late, the people who were busy with the farm came back from work. Although I have been busy for a day, I don't feel tired, and I often sing a mountain song when I am interested, and the singing voice is graceful and listening, which has strong local characteristics.

The pond at the entrance of the village is clear and clear, and the swimming fish shuttle freely in the water. A few buffaloes, who had just worked for the owner for a day, tried to immerse their bodies in the water as much as possible, revealing only their heads, and there was a sound of turning over and slapping the water from time to time. Despite their parents' calls to go home, the children continued to point by the pond and occasionally drop a few stones.

There was a small pavilion by the pond, and several old people who had eaten were sitting around and talking, and from time to time there was a very hearty laughter.

Looking at the curling smoke, Chen Feng walked around the village. The people in the village were extremely friendly to Chen Feng, a stranger. Next to a blacksmith shop at the entrance of the village, two old men were playing chess by the light of the fire in the shop, and a few onlookers stretched out their heads to watch the development of the situation, but no one violated the rules and made random moves. Seeing Chen Feng coming over, some people gave way to make room for Chen Feng to watch, and some people greeted Chen Feng with a smile.

The sun gradually sinks in the west, and finally disappears below the horizon, and the faint smell of firewood and the fragrance of flowers and plants in the air diffuse, forming a unique atmosphere of the evening in the mountain village, refreshing people's hearts.

Chen Feng stood outside the village and felt that this part of the journey had come down, although he had not cultivated, his cultivation had increased slightly compared to before. This kind of way of increasing cultivation is probably something that the vast majority of secret masters do not have.

With this strange village, although the time is not long, Chen Feng's harvest is not small.

Chen Feng faintly had a hint of understanding: the cultivation of the secret is all struggling to find a way out to improve his cultivation and finally soar. The cultivation method of the secret person, according to the nameless old monk in the land of treasure grabbing, is nothing more than cultivating the physical body, cultivating secret power and secret treasure, and cultivating secret knowledge. However, I was just walking around this village, so why would my cultivation improve significantly? Where do these secret powers come from?

If there is any difference between my movement and my daily life, it is that my feelings have fluctuated and I am immersed in it. Perhaps, in addition to the three ways mentioned by the nameless old monk, there are other cultivation methods, such as entering the Tao with love?

Chen Feng felt that he had touched a wider avenue, but he couldn't tell how to walk up. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sing the mountain village ballad he had just learned:

"Three, three, two, two, who's girl, listen to the songbird branches.

It has been a long time since the pot has been drinking, and the Po must go early when the cake is burnt.

Drunk and forgetting the way he came, he asked the pedestrians where they lived. Only look for the ancient temple side, but also cross the black tree in Xinan. ”

In the faint darkness of the night, Chen Feng stood under the black tree in front of the village, looking at the towering forest desert mountains in the distance. In those blue-gray mountains, I don't know what kind of fierce battle is going on.

But no matter what, Chen Feng became more and more confident in moving forward.