Duan Shuai didn't want to see her because of how beautiful she was, but Duan Shuai couldn't walk at this time, but because of her beauty. The woman wiped her tears and whispered, "You are... You are the first man I have ever seen besides my father. Duan Shuai's heart melted again, he didn't know what to say, any language seemed so pale and powerless at this time, such a confidante was in front of him, he really didn't know how to express the excitement in his heart.

"My name is Meng Xinlan, I grew up in the Moon Villa since I was a child, and I have always been sisters around me, without any brothers. So... Meng Xinlan said in a low voice. Duan Shuai said slowly: "Meng Xinlan, Dream girl, it is really my third life lucky to have the honor to know you today." The two talked a lot of things again, and before they knew it, the moonlight was heavier, the night was darker, and no one knew what time it was, Duan Shuai's ears suddenly sounded the words Lu Yu said before leaving: "Bring back Brother Shufan!" ”

He thought of Coco, who was asleep in bed, and he didn't know what it was like for a while. Looking at Meng Xinlan in front of him, he had mixed feelings, and finally said: "Xinlan, you are a good girl, but I have to leave today... Meng Xinlan let out a long sigh of relief and said, "I already knew that you would definitely go." If you don't leave, I'll be disappointed. Okay, you go, do what you have to do, and don't worry about me. ”

Duan Shuai's heart was turbulent again, he seemed to really have feelings for this woman, but who could determine a relationship in such a short period of time? Maybe this is just a dream, just like the name of the dream orchid, looking at flowers in the fog, dreaming of smelling the orchid. Duan Shuai wanted to hug this sensible girl and rescue her from this attic, but he couldn't, he knew he couldn't. The Hongling in the attic had already been put down, and Duan Shuai fell to the ground along with the Hongling, as if he had been dragged back to the world from heaven.

The two messengers hurriedly ran up and asked with a smile, "How is it?" Have you seen Elder Lan? How does she look? Duan Shuai finally knew that all of Meng Xinlan's words were the most sincere words, and none of them lied to him. He closed his eyes slightly, and a warm current of sourness welled up his cheeks, and crystal tears rolled down. Both messengers were puzzled, how could they possibly understand? It's his secret.

After the Red Sleeve Fragrance Pavilion, I came to the Great Bamboo Sea. The big bamboo sea really lives up to its name, it is full of all kinds of bamboo, there are Nan bamboo, phoenix tail bamboo, small qin silk bamboo, Buddha belly bamboo, cold bamboo, Xiangfei bamboo, cold arrow bamboo, filial piety bamboo, pink single bamboo, ox ear bamboo, square bamboo, ink bamboo, etc., everything, but it seems that none of them are newly grown, because the potatoes at the roots are very loose, apparently someone transplanted here later.

Meng Xinlan's matter lingered in Duan Shuai's heart, but he had to keep moving forward, and the bamboo sea seemed to have no end, because the path surrounded by bamboo kept winding, and it seemed that he intended to make the road longer and farther. After walking for a while, Duan Shuai suddenly noticed that a small room appeared on his right, the room was dark gray, very different from the turquoise of bamboo, so Duan Shuai looked at it at a glance.

He didn't want to follow the path led by the two messengers, but crossed the bamboo sea on his right, and went straight to the hut, where the two messengers were taken aback and were about to stop him, but they were already a step too late. There was a man standing in the courtyard, a scholar-like man, holding a brush in his hand, and drawing a picture with a few ink bamboos on it. When the man saw Duan Shuai, he also seemed a little surprised, and he said lightly: "Sure enough, it's not an ordinary person, I calculated the time, and when I finish this painting, you can arrive, but I didn't expect you to be so long in advance." No, look at my bamboo, I only painted three of them, and there are still thirteen of them before they are finished! ”

Duan Shuai was a little impatient and said, "Why are you delaying time so much?" Are you what they call Elder Bamboo? The man was about fifty years old, and he glanced at Duan Shuai up and down and said, "It's all a false name, and it's not enough to worry in front of the Duan Alliance Master." Duan Shuai smiled: "Oh? I don't think so, don't you notice that the two people behind me are very afraid of you? ”

"Wrong! It's respect! Elder Zhu said, "If a person confuses respect with fear, then this person should be beaten fifty times!" Duan Shuai nodded and smiled: "Oh? Since it is respect, why not come here to visit you, but stand in the bamboo sea and wait? Elder Zhu touched his few beards and smiled, "I don't know about these two people, they may have been ordered by whom, what do they have to do with me." Now that you're here, I'm going to ask you a thing or two. ”

As he spoke, he flicked the brush out and sprinkled an inky circle in the air, and he added a little dark green to the outside of the circle, which looked like a truncated bamboo. In this blink of an eye, this circle actually flew towards Duan Shuai as if it was floating in the air, Duan Shuai reflexively wanted to dodge, only to find that there was no need to dodge at all, because this was really just a circle of paint, and it did not have any lethality.

When the second circle came, Duan Shuaishu was a little hesitant, if he didn't dodge, he might be injured, and if he kept dodging, it would inevitably consume his physical strength. The circle came so fast that the original circle barely changed, floating motionlessly, and if there was a change, it seemed to fade in color.

When Duan Shuai dodged the second circle, he no longer dodged, and when the third circle came, the formation of this circle changed abruptly, turning into a small dot, which came directly to Duan Shuai's chest. At this time, Shuai couldn't dodge, so he had to use internal force to resist, and when this small dot passed through his chest, his whole person seemed to be suspended in the air, and he was knocked out two or three feet away.

By the time he stood up, the fourth and fifth circles flew over one after another, and the range of the circles was constantly expanding, and when he arrived, there was no way for one to dodge. When he was anxious, Duan Shuai suddenly found that each circle had its own characteristics, and when they were sent out one by one, they couldn't be seen at all, and when these two were sent out together, Duan Shuai could clearly see the differences.

There is a dark green aura on the periphery of the fourth circle, but the fifth circle does not, if you want to say which one is lethal, as long as you think of the characteristics of the previous circles, you can analyze it clearly, but unfortunately, Duan Shuai only cared about dodging, and did not see the characteristics of the three circles at all.

These two circles are about to come, should they avoid the fourth or the fifth? This question kept swirling in Duan Shuai's mind, and it wasn't until the circle was getting bigger and bigger that he suddenly woke up, no matter which one it was, it seemed that he couldn't avoid it. Duan Shuai gritted his teeth and simply stood in place, wanting to use the fierce characteristics of the Mixed Yuan Gong to protect his heart.

The fourth circle came, it came quietly, Duan Shuai closed his eyes, the strange thing is that this fourth circle has already passed through him, but it has not caused any damage at all. Then it must be the fifth circle, Duan Shuai had enough internal strength, and the fifth circle really turned into a small dot when he was about to reach him, this time in the direction of his right arm, Duan Shuai jumped up, wanted to dodge, but couldn't. The dot still passed through his arm, and his internal force seemed useless to defend against it.

Although Duan Shuai was hit this time, he didn't have any injuries, he didn't even hurt a little, he was still wondering, but the fourth circle behind him came back again, and there was no dark green outside the circle, which means that this is lethal. When Duan Shuai first realized it, the small dot that the fourth circle had turned into had already hit his left arm.

This blow didn't seem to feel much pain, but, to Duan Shuai's surprise, his arms, including his body, could no longer move. Could it be that these points are not used to hurt him, but to point his acupoints? Before he could react, the sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth circles all flew towards him together, and at this time, he was no longer able to perform martial arts, so he could only wait for the arrival of these circles in place.

People are dead, circles are alive, people can't move, but circles have a thousand dynamics. These circles did not mean to hurt him, but drew ink-stained bamboos in the air. Spotted bamboo dots a thousand lines of tears, which are the tears of a lover, and the tears of a lover. Duan Shuai looked at Elder Zhu drawing bamboo one by one, and for a moment he forgot that he had been trapped by him.

The treasures of literati and ink writers are often admired, especially the painter's paintings, this painting is exceptionally good, and the little tears and verve of the bamboos are expressed to the fullest. It's a pity that such a moving painting has disappeared in an instant, and not even a trace can be found.

Looking back, isn't it true that human culture is like this, and what you think can be passed on for a long time is often lost at some point in history. You think that the long river of humanities and culture has a long history, but these are not just a drop in the ocean. Human civilization needs to pay tribute and develop itself. Elder Zhu sighed and said lightly, "Do you know what I am painting?" ”

Duan Shuai was still in the mood of appreciating the painting, and when he heard this, he came back to his senses and said excitedly: "This is Banzhu." Mr. Zhu said lightly: "That's right, this is the bamboo, the bamboo is also called the lover's bamboo, only the sentient person can get its charm, and only the sentient person can understand this painting." ”

Duan Shuai is a sentient person, obviously, he also understands this painting, but he can't understand this Bamboo Elder. Elder Zhu paced back and forth for two steps and asked, "Why didn't the Duan Alliance Master come forward and sit down?" Duan Shuai asked with a smile: "Senior Elder Zhu, do you think I can still walk over here?" ”