In the depths of the Great Wilderness Mountain, the snow is all over the mountain, and the figures of several brothers who go up the mountain to practice are exposed by the open space.

Princess Bell is a little bored, as a self-considered qualified instructor, she has always taken the lead, and has taken the lead in penance in training.

As a result, I couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. She practiced kung fu by herself and worked hard for a while, and accidentally strained her hamstring.

At this moment, she had to recuperate while sitting on a big stone with a small leather whip in her hand, trying to supervise her brothers in real time.

It's not so much a supervision, in fact, it's a kind of participation.

Ringing was not born and raised by his biological mother from childhood to adulthood, but was left by his father in the deep palace with many rules and disciplined behavior to be raised by the Queen Mother, so this desire for friends made her like this group of flamboyant aristocratic children at the first time, so that she found a sense of belonging as one of them, a little like a boy.

"Click-" The sound was like the call of a woodpecker, and the bell looked up.

However, after a few observations, Bell concluded that it was not the sound of a woodpecker.

Listening carefully, the bell somewhat guessed the source of the sound.

The voice came from the open space in front of the thatched hut.

It must have been the little scholar, since the day of the snow he went crazy and tried to break through, and finally fainted on the snow and was carried back to the bed in vain, after that, it seems, everything that happened made him realize, and since then he has given up his kung fu practice and taken the initiative to take on all the chores on the mountain: transporting goods, preparing food, cleaning the courtyard, washing clothes......

No, the uninterrupted sound of "Ka Ka-" must have come from the little scholar who was working.

Since that day, when she met Xue Pan and his entourage swimming in the stream, the bell unexpectedly heard the dissatisfaction of these sons and brothers with the appeasement policy of the imperial court, which gave her the opportunity to use this as a threat.

Of course, in the end, everyone formed a gang of the Red Turban Army and came to the Great Wilderness Mountain to cultivate together. That's because of the smell of the same, although the sons and brothers are born in fine clothes and food, they care about their family and country, and are willing to serve themselves and their country before and after.

All of this seems to revolve around one theme: the assassination of Ringing Bell and Hu Renshan on the day of peace.

Although they were silently preparing, everyone knew it, and everyone was involved, however, everyone seemed to be unwilling to mention the reason, as if the hard training in the Great Wilderness Mountain was just a play.

Thinking of this, Ringbell smiled unconsciously with relief.

Seeing that the day of harmony is approaching, the brothers have planned several times, and after several hard training, the rest is only to obey the arrangement of fate.

Since becoming the leader of this gang, Ringbell has forgotten his identity as a girl. Yes, from birth to death, who can be seedless?!

However, there is only one thing, which always makes Ringing unexpectedly remember: she is still a young girl.

From that day's competition and fishing, to today's barren mountain alliance, Princess Lian Ling herself never thought that she had an inadvertent idea, and secretly buried it in her heart.

It's a long-standing secret to like this little scholar.

Who said that teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad?!

The unspeakable, and seemingly never-to-be-revealing mystery possibly, made Ringing a few more sorrowful thoughts in the season of youth.

......

The snow showed signs of melting at midday.

In the sun, the snow glows brightly.

At such a time, Qingwen could keenly feel that the melting snow water was absorbing the heat energy between heaven and earth without saying anything.

The air at this time is unusually cold, and the temperature at this time is unusually cold.

"Click-"

The little scholar in the eye of the bell, Qingwen, is putting the pieces of wood that have been cut down and broken into several sections back on the stump, preparing to use an axe to chop it into small pieces for heating the fire on weekdays.

First, the large log was held with both hands, and then it was placed properly on the large tree stump.

After finding the best part of the wood to decompose in her eyes and mind at the same time, Qingwen would take a deep breath, and when she felt that her inner qi and blood were growing rapidly and gathering to make a move, Qingwen raised her axe high and aimed it at the wooden block on the stump, which was a click on the ground.

Seeing that, the wooden block was accurately split in half.

The beads of sweat on Qingwen's head were like pearls in the sun, revealing a cheerful brilliance.

"Click-"

Listen to the sound and compare your own more and more harmonious movements.

"That's good," Qingwen encouraged herself.

Although she does not have the natural qualifications to practice kung fu and is regarded as a waste wood by those who know how to do it, Qingwen has not given up her dream for a moment in her heart.

At present, the most important thing is to ensure the supply and life of everyone who is training on the Great Wilderness Mountain. At this point, it seems, out of the need for secret operations, the bell as a princess has not been considered, and there are no manpower and materials.

Someone has to pay for it, not to mention that her true identity is the girl of the Grand View Garden.

In order to fulfill her responsibilities, and in order to ensure the livelihood of every disciple who goes to the mountain and trains hard, Qingwen is willing to give up her kung fu and devote herself to all kinds of trivial things.

"Click-"

The axe that was chopped down turned out to be more precise and powerful than the other, and Qingwen seemed to be full of qi and blood in the rhythm of "click", and she used it again and again, and used it more vigorously.

Is it unwise to give up the practice?

Could it be that splitting wood and halberds can also become benevolent?

Qingwen, who was sweating profusely, had long lost her utilitarian heart. She felt that she was willing to make any sacrifice just to have a good night's sleep in the grass hut for her partners to have a peaceful and warm night.