The breeze is in the moon, the building is chirping, and the milk swallow is homecoming. Ye Feng stopped at a fish-shaped jade pendant, and did not change his color.

The shopkeeper asked: "This jade pendant is very good in color, but it is a little dirty, that is, the black and blue in the jade." ”

"To sell or not to sell?" Ye Feng asked indifferently, and was about to leave his body.

The shopkeeper tugged at Ye Feng's sleeve and said, "One or two lines of silver, one or two lines of silver, okay?" ”

"One or two lines of silver, plus two hundred wen."

“…… Good. The shopkeeper hesitated.

"Give me these two pieces of silver for a hanging." Ye Feng stopped and said.

"Yes, Childe," said the shopkeeper, "go slowly!" ”

Ye Feng stopped dressed in white, dancing like jade.

"Childe, go slowly!" A merry boy chased after him, and together with the boy servant, blocked Ye Feng's way.

"What are you doing?" Ye Feng stopped.

"Jade pendant." Gongzi said, and the slender jade finger handed the jade pendant to Ye Feng in front of him.

"What's the matter?" Ye Feng asked suspiciously, frowned, and suddenly remembered that it was the thing she had just dropped, and she was comfortable and cheerful.

"Presumably, this is Childe's beloved thing, and I hereby redeem it."

Ye Feng was silent, and said again: "Oh, this is my pickpocket. ”

Childe said with a smile: "Childe said that he laughed! ”

"Blocking the way like this, isn't it good for the son to have broken sleeves?" Ye Feng stopped the color road and walked away.

Childe kicked his leg and landed on the servant who had a lot of ghosts, and said, "That's a man, or a thief, is the jade pendant that I worked so hard to redeem a joke for me?" ”

"Oops!" The servant crawled over and said, "How does the villain know that the jade pendant is not his personal belonging!" Is there a young master, do you say...... Do you like that childe? ”

Another flying leg landed on the servant, and the son was angry.

"The moth snow willow is golden, and the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for her thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man ...... But it's a pseudo-lady. Childe said gloomily.

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain.

BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

There are four major martial arts villages in the country, and one of them is here - Shucheng. The knights of the rivers and lakes gathered in Wuzhuang, and those in Wuzhuang also lived in the temporary place, including swordsmen, chivalrous women, righteous warriors, armed young masters, and juvenile training members similar to the palace Jinyi Guard, and other identities and various names. Swordsman, the most admirer, the most pure cultivator, the most pure, awe-inspiring, elegant, vulgar and simplified, simplified and true, and detached from the mortal world, lively and cold, it is really not difficult to distinguish.

Outside the gate of Wuzhuang, in front of the apricot pavilion.

"Young Master, aren't you going to participate? Triennial Ranger campaign convention?" The servants who went back and forth on the same boat before were sent home to visit their parents and relatives, and Zhou Yuan, the little ghost who grew up with the second son of the dumping water since childhood, was "idle" at home, guarding the courtyard, and now the second young master is back, naturally accompanied by the left, Zhou Yuan, who was originally a man, and from the day he beat his mother's pregnancy, he decided that he planned to give birth to a daughter, so he took a name like "Zhou Yuan" when he was not born.

"No, no." Pour Ran replied.

"This year, why don't you see the second son of the family, he is the most optimistic candidate for the first sword guest in the rivers and lakes of Wuzhuang, he should not be the first, who dares to call it the second." Mo Yan said that he had become one of the swordsmen, but with improper means, everyone in Wuzhuang did not agree with the title given to him, Mo Yan, the eldest son of the Mo family, the title of swordsman, Youkun.

The chivalrous warrior on the side of Mo Yan - Gu Wushuang, the cousin of the dumping water, holding a white fan in his hand, the name Cuiyu plays Qingzhu, the Gu family and the dumping family are secretly incompatible, his father Gu Chongzhi was the son-in-law of the dumping family before, the dumping family is a big sect, but he acts low-key, and Gu Chongzhi's strength is weak, but he is exposed and exposed, naturally incompatible with the dumping family, since the death of his wife Dumping Yuelan, he has left the dumping family and set up his own door, and now relying on the Mo family, his strength has increased greatly, and his momentum should not be underestimated.

Gu Wushuang sneered: "Isn't it that he was swept to Ryukyu Island by the wind and waves at sea!" ”

However, he naturally understood in his heart that his cousin had arrived in Shucheng early, and he had personally seen him get off the ferry from the boat that day, and the second son of the Tanjia family naturally did not have the same fanfare as he did, but he did not seem cautious on the surface, but he was born with a handsome body in the constraints.

"Hahahaha!" A group of unruly people laughed along, and the most comparable to the second son of the dump was...... Wu Wuqing, he has always looked up to himself as high, arrogant and domineering, and the same is true of the Wuqing son in the eyes of others, and said: "The second son, if you can't come, we will disband this time, and we will be with a group of fools here...... Wait...... One...... room, what's the point? As soon as they fell together, Zhang and Chizhong, full of arrogance, he shook a black feather fan, the color was black and shiny.

Mo Yan subconsciously looked at Wu Wuqing, and after glancing at it, his heart was full of flowers, and he was desolate, and then glanced at the "sparkling flower" mark on his arm covered by the sleeves of his black silk hibiscus shirt......

Gu Wushuang's face turned green in an instant, and he longed to pour a bucket of dung on this person's head.

"Wu Gongzi, Gu Gongzi, Mo Gongzi, don't be impatient, you can't miss such a big thing at this time. The strength of this audience should not be underestimated. The owner shouted, his steps were heavy and powerful, the spring breeze on his sleeves, and the innate solemnity was not suspicious and buffered, and he was coming.

"Then I also ask the owner of the village to invite the second son of the dump over, anyway, without this person, it will not work, right...... Bit...... It's all unfair. Wu Wuqing said, his body fanned down, and his flowing hair was scattered on both shoulders.

Gu Wushuang on the side was half unhappy, this Wu Wuqing was really against him everywhere.

"Let's go, what are you doing here?" Mo Yan tugged at Gu Wushuang's sleeve and said with a look in his eyes.

"Mo Ruyu, don't you have any ideas?" Gu Wushuang called his words directly (such as jade, the word of Moyan, because it was taken by his great-grandfather, it is more feminine, so he is particularly taboo, and generally does not let people call his character).

"Isn't that what I say...... He is not the first, who dares to call the second? Mo Yan said indifferently, indeed, Shui Ran has a very high talent in this area, has a great understanding, and has a passion that no one else has ever had.

Gu Wushuang shook off his hand and said angrily, and then stepped on the passage of the back door of Wuzhuang alone, the gorgeous hibiscus flowers falling on the branches, intersecting with the red hibiscus.

"Who's where?" Gu Wushuang stopped, and said silently in his heart, catching a glimpse of a young girl's light and shadow in the flowers. At first, it was just a buttocks, and then the front body slowly loomed, "squirming", separated from the branches, revealing a jade and charming son's face, hahahaha, Gu Wushuang laughed recklessly, almost a little carried away, this suddenly, unexpectedly laughed with a rough voice made Ye Feng pause and feel embarrassed, and fell into an embarrassing situation. Her ears were hot......

The laughter stopped abruptly, "I actually pouted my ass and smelled the flowers!" There are few strange things in the martial arts! Gu Wushuang blurted out.

Ye Fengzhu walked out of it, the light blue fish-patterned straight brocade robe matched with her light but unique temperament just right, bent eyebrows slightly wrinkled, covered lips lightly, flat nose close to people, apricot eyes hazy, black hair slightly flirting, wind and sunshine silent, eh, did he recognize the wrong person? As a man, first misunderstood that a man was a woman, and then when he saw his true face, he was unconscious, staring at this man intently, Gu Wushuang was stunned, her eyes were dull and lost, she seemed to have a goal and carelessly walked in the direction of the dust and the scorching sun, the fragrance of hibiscus and the fragrance of Fusang scattered from her body to his nose, Gu Wushuang ignored it silently on the surface, but in his heart it was like turning over the river and the sea, the budding of the young man, he couldn't help but turn around and look back at her curling figure, have long forgotten the impulse to distinguish the gender in the first place.

Sigh and sigh, hey...... Ay...... Ay! Gu Wushuang sighed.

"I picked a lot of flowers just now, but I won't ...... Did he find out? It was a strange look at me. Ye Feng stopped thinking to himself, and the two sleeves were full of bright and dazzling hibiscus and fusang, red, yellow, purple, and white, like a gorgeous colorful glow.

Back at Tongfukan, it is a hotel that provides temporary accommodation for tourists, and the people who come and go are strangers. Ye Feng sat down quietly and thought, leaning on the mast with pillows in his hands, everywhere he went before, although they had different scenery and customs, all that was left was lonely, but when he came to this place in Shucheng, he seemed to know a little bit of acquaintance, was it because of the person he liked...... Is it?

She recalled that day, the moment when she was in a hurry to get off the boat, and the moment when she roared hoarsely, it was as if she had changed as a different person, and she had never been so crazy.

She shouted urgently, afraid that she wouldn't see him in the next second.

"I've disembarked before dawn." He replied in amazement.

"Where did you go?" She yelled in a hoarse voice.

"I went to Shucheng, and this boat is not the one he took before, that son is the son of a big family in Shucheng, and he has already disembarked in Shucheng." He replied.

Ye Feng didn't have time to think so much, and said, "By the way, where is the city of dreams?"

"It's not far from here." He replied.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at the man, and dashed off the boat.

She hurriedly asked, "May I ask where is Shucheng going?"

The people on the ferry were all over the place, like hurried objects walking back and forth, either staying or in a hurry, sliding straight and straight, without beating around the bush at all, and the sound of stabbing horns resounded in the sky.

"It is not possible to transport by water, there is only one river from north to south, and it costs a lot of money to go upstream, although it works at sea, but many of the ships are 'black boats'." A dark-skinned porter replied, his face hot from the morning glow or the sunset, which reflected the white sails and the rippling sea.

"So how do you get there?" Ye Feng stopped asking.

"By road! Do you know how to ride a horse? If you will, you'll be in the city in less than a day. The porter stopped, resting, sweating profusely.

"No, then you'll have to walk." He said patiently.

"Well, thank you, uncle!" Ye Feng stopped and said goodbye.

Behind her, a sea breeze blew through her long hair.

Tiredness, sleepiness, all over the body, it turned out that it was so difficult to just get close to him.

She could not give up, and the road from the city of dreams was getting shorter and shorter, and at last there were gorgeous carriages, galloping or slow horses or donkeys and mules, "Girl! Where are you going? I'll take you! "A rich and noble man said, with a noble temperament, dressed in plain white clothes.

"No, I don't want to owe favors." Ye Feng stopped replying, his determined gaze reflecting the crystal sword.

“…… Oh good! Farewell! The carriage drove away.

At night, without being entangled, she came to the bushes by the river, where the fireflies were shining, the green curtains, the blue bedtop, and the soft singing of the cicadas, warm as a syrup.

The thought of arriving at her destination soon, her heart fell, and even her body and mind were haunted by beautiful and mysterious dreams.

In the early morning, the birds chirped, she sprinkled her black and beautiful hair, and dipped into the water, like long, thin aquatic plants intertwined back and forth, and the boat moved slowly, approaching the shore, "Hell! The old boatman shouted, Ye Feng stopped raising his head, raising his hair, his eyes staring ahead, and the frightened man rowed and turned, "What the hell! Ye Fengzhu was also startled, and looked in front of and behind him, the branches seemed to have been pressed into the bottom of the water by water, and they were pitch black.

After a while, after washing, I cleared my throat, wiped my face with rouge, took out a little lip grease and wiped my lips, the more I looked at it, the more I was fascinated, the more I was engaged, the more I figured it out, it was like the old witch Zheng Guifei before, peach blossom powder, pink and white green, Shi Fangzezhi, Ye Feng stopped breathing, splashed water into the face, and scattered the original red makeup, so he wore a pair of green jade ears and took the burden on the road.

"Coo-coo...... "Coo-coo," her stomach muttered, and she reached out and touched it, it was flat, and there was no fat at all.

"Before anyone arrived, she starved to death." She sighed in her heart, so she took out the cold nest left in the bag, and picked a few more fruits from the tree, ready to fill her stomach, but the fruit was empty, and she peeled the skin.

Running all the way, chasing the dawn, the gray donkey dragged her forward in distress, she lay on the donkey, her hairy ears swept softly over her cheeks, the smell of swamps and aquatic plants under her hooves, mixed with a stench of mud, the sun sprinkled warmly on their bodies, bringing sleepiness, through the green sea, smelling the smell of the donkey, I wanted to eat a meal of donkey meat and burn it...... Ye Feng stopped wiping her saliva, opened her eyes, and her eyes were clear, the sound of water was loud, and she didn't feel that her clothes were soaking - because she was scraped by the dew on the green grass, her shoes were also soaked, so she simply got off the donkey's back, grabbed her skirt and pants, and stepped on the puddle to cross the shore, "Oops...... Oops......", jumping and jumping.

Taking off her wet embroidered shoes, she lay on the soft grass beach in a daze, holding the round gray donkey, and unconsciously remembered the face of the pouring water, his dull and handsome appearance, which was really somewhat similar to the little gray donkey.

"I'm so hungry...... Ye Feng stopped, "Little gray donkey." He rested his head on its back and scraped its fur with his hands, revealing stripes of hair.

She seemed to hear it saying, I'm tired too, Ye Feng paused for a moment, are they all hungry hallucinations? Then her ears began to hallucinate, the wind was rustling, and she was getting more and more tired with the little donkey, and her hands were like holding a nothing, like the blazing rising sun.

When she was woken up, "Ou-oh--", the face of the gray donkey appeared before her, her eyes were big, like the crescent moon of a capsized boat, her nostrils bulged like the sails, she gasped, she got up suddenly, her arms supported the ground, and on the ground were small piles of grain and di, and the flower spikes like snow fluttered in the wind, swaying close to the ground, "I can't eat it, why bring it to me?" Ye Feng stopped, she looked at it fixedly, and suddenly understood something from it, just like this Gu Di, if she didn't arrive in time, even if she came again, she saw it blooming so beautifully, but she missed the use.

Time does not treat others, and it is in vain.

She got up, left the grey donkey, and shouted, "Go quickly!" You must know the way home, right?"

"Oooo

Sure enough, there is no nostalgia! It's just a stupid donkey who can't understand human speech.

In a hurry, came to the city, and entered the store, Ye Feng stopped taking off the green jade earrings on her ears and became a tael of silver, which was given to her by the master, and now she has nothing left, she warned herself that she would never do anything against her conscience unless it was a last resort. But in order to live well in this world, she had to go against her wishes, and even took this as a matter of course, that is, to be a pickpocket - just for the rich, ordinary people, she would never do it, and she couldn't do it.

"Girl, seeing that you are so decent, you need to treat personal things as a personal thing, is there any difficulty?" The shopkeeper asked, "I know there's a ...... here." Piaoxiang Pavilion, girl, do you want me to ask someone to introduce you?"

"No thanks." Ye Feng's ears turned red, his eyes dodged, he picked up the silver, and walked straight away.

Her head was so dizzy that she almost fainted from hunger, no, she had to buy something to eat.

She was at the bun shop, and the steaming buns tempted her appetite, making her star, and her brows lowered, and suddenly, she touched him, and she raised her head and looked sideways—his face was so clear, eye-catching, handsome, and dashing, like a brilliant sun, and suddenly reflected in her desolate heart, but at this moment, she still had to be arrogant and pretending to ignore it, very leisurely, smiling like a flower, and then without looking back, but her heart was like a joy and went straight away, and her face was as usual.

Pouring water and looking back, watching her figure leave, as if she was gradually drifting away and becoming bookless, where did the water and fish sink and ask?