|||--Qinghe grew up by the sea since he was a child, and has experienced countless winds and waves. Cliff diving technique, otherworldly. Even so, such a sacrifice of life is still extremely dangerous.

But what about Aaron? A dragon on the shore is not as good as a worm in the water. The surging Wuhujiang River, rushing down, the drop is huge, the waves are monstrous, the momentum is magnificent, it is simply "flying turbulent waterfall stream contention, cliff to stone ten thousand thunder", if you don't know the water, jump down, in addition to seeking a dead end, what more can the husband ask for?

After Ah Long fell into the water, he immediately lost his head, and only then did he struggle to emerge from the water, when a huge wave hit and was swept into a black whirlpool.

Qinghe didn't have time to think about it and struggled to swim back. In fact, in the stormy seas, she has crossed the river as a mud bodhisattva, and it is difficult to protect herself. At this time, to rescue him is tantamount to nine deaths, but to ask the Bodhisattva to save his life.

Despite this, she still disregarded life and death, followed closely behind Ah Long, and dived into the whirlpool at great speed, pouring into the black giant mouth.

The whirlpool is like an insatiable beast of war, turning the tide and trying to devour everything.

Qinghe held his breath and sacrificed his life to search and rescue. I don't know how many times I reincarnated, and finally caught Ah Long in the depths of the whirlpool. He even forgot his life, fought against the flood, and struggled to swim.

At that time, Aaron had already suffocated. Qinghe's heart is extremely painful, and she is trying her best to push her feet and water, every nerve, every drop of blood, every pore, and every inch of skin are competing with the monstrous **.

After almost a century of hard work, Qinghe, who was exhausted, finally held on to his last breath, swam to the shore, and pushed Ah Long up the river.

Climb ashore like a dying fish and take a breath of fresh air. Looking at Ah Long again, his face was already pale, his eyes were closed, and he was lifeless.

Qinghe pressed the pain in his heart, rose up to survive, held the last ray of hope, quickly flipped Ah Long, made his head tilt back, took a deep breath himself, aimed at his mouth and blew wildly, and then repeatedly pressed his chest with both hands to help him artificial breath.

However, despite his best efforts, Aaron was still indifferent.

Qinghe almost collapsed, even more crazy, and even more persevering.

Gradually, with her unremitting efforts, Aaron finally had a breath.

Suddenly, Ah Long coughed violently, choked violently, and water continued to overflow through his mouth and nose.

Ah Long finally woke up in pain, and saw his concubine, dripping with water, lost in soul, grief-stricken, and in a daze, he muttered to himself: "Qinghe, in fact, you are the same as me, and you are reluctant to give up the other party at all." ”

When Qinghe heard this, it was like a world away, and his heart had already floated to the sea of innocence, and he couldn't swim out, and he couldn't even realize whether he was tired or sad: "It's not fair." He is alive and cannot bring me the slightest happiness. He is dead, but my heart will be broken. ”

Anyway, he finally came alive. Her pain should have gone with it. But somehow, the sorrow that cannot be driven away haunts my heart and cannot be eliminated.

Somehow, Aaron didn't care about choking on the water and stared at her chest.

Qinghe was looked at with shame: "It must be that the clothes are soaked, too exposed, too close-fitting, and attract his attention." ”

Ah Long loves her very much, and he has never been afraid to recite poetry. It's no wonder that it stands tall and jade, and it is indeed beautiful, and even the red sleeves that captivate the country and the city are envious.

Qinghe was puzzled: "He has always been 'a gentleman and frank, and the wine is like dregs'." Could it be that after experiencing a catastrophe of life and death, he suddenly changed his sex? Transform into a chaelong? Or does the wolf love flying fish too much and turn into a pervert? ”

Ah Long choked and coughed, and said stupidly: "Qinghe, you really like me, you once told me in person, but unfortunately you don't remember." You see, the peach wood comb I gave you, you love it like your life, and you put it close to your chest. ”

At this moment, Qinghe also noticed that Ah Long was not only meticulous, but also considerate: in such a dangerous situation, he also put the package and the flying dragon sword tightly on his body, and he never left it behind. I think he was afraid of losing her beloved map.

Qinghe looked down at himself again, and sure enough, on the wedding night, the peach wood comb he made was visible through the wet clothes.

She was scheming and angry: "It's just because you resemble Ah Long, let me sink, let me **, like a poppy, I can't stop." But I don't love you, but I just love the house and the black. ”

Qinghe secretly hated herself, swallowed her grief and grievances, and swallowed it back: "Why should Long Da be amorous? I put away this wooden comb just to see my Nanyu husband in the future and clarify the truth. I was cornered, I was forced into a prostitute. Although my husband Nanyu has a grudge, he loves me after all, and he will definitely understand my situation, and he will be more considerate of my suffering, especially he will not be suspicious and depressed. ”

When Ah Long heard this, his face that was agitated by cold water was extremely white and not full of sorrow.

Qinghe Yan reflected: "I thought I would relieve my hatred, but I didn't expect to tell the truth but double my hatred, it seems that there are some things that can only be thought about but not said." ”

She has never been a thief, but she feels that her heart is empty, and she doesn't dare to look more, think more, and dare not listen again.

Ah Long's face changed suddenly, which made her suddenly remember: "He is seriously injured and has not recovered, and he has been agitated by cold water, I should not fall into the well." "I felt remorseful and just wanted to flee as quickly as possible.

Unexpectedly, just when she got up, his cold words came from her ears, stopping her steps: "Qinghe, your cold face and cold mood are understandable." It's just that why don't you have a minimum concept of chastity? ”

Qinghe was a little reluctant, and the moment he heard the words, Yu Qing was completely lost. Looking back, looking at his cold face, meeting his extremely cold eyes, infinite humiliation, endless trauma, back to the heart.

In the blink of an eye, the smile trembled, a pair of star eyes, but he couldn't suppress nothing

Limit the sadness: "Long Dada, what did you say?" Chastity? I'd love to ask, what is chastity? I can't even save my life, so what's the use of chastity? ”

Ah Long's eyes breathed fire: "This is the nature of destiny, people live a lifetime, if there is a life without knots, what is the use of life?" ”

Qinghe didn't laugh angrily: "Long Dada, don't change the concept." We're talking about chastity, not integrity. Although I don't understand it, I can also understand: chastity is about **, and integrity is about the soul. Today's ** and soul, don't be in a hurry to discuss, I really want to ask, the so-called chastity, is the dragon great? If I don't have a dragon, why do I have to have it? To tell you the truth, even if you do, I'm not rare! Even if I had, I wouldn't give it to you! Who are you? Are you worthy? ”

After speaking, a relaxed body, no nostalgia, no more looking at each other, floating around, around the cliff, running to the Jingmen Snow Mountain, rushing around, disappearing in an instant.

The monstrous Wujiang River is gradually moving away, and the mountains and mountains are already in front of you. After all his efforts, he finally came to the Jingmen Snow Mountain, and Qinghe was already hungry and exhausted.

Yesterday evening, falling asleep in a daze, Ah Long once whispered in his ear: "At the entrance of the snow mountain, there is a waterfall and a deep pool, and there are several thatched huts on the side, and you can stay and play the tip tomorrow." ”

The cold wind was bitter, the cold rain was miserable, and the green lotus was cold from head to toe, and finally knocked on the wooden door of the thatched hut in the midst of hunger and cold.

The picture in front of her lifted her spirits: an old grandfather with crane hair and a childish face, carrying an old oil lamp; An old woman with a childish face and crane hair opened the door with her own hands.

Qinghe couldn't help but cry, not grateful, but he couldn't tell the old man's age. Ancient? Elderly? Siyi?

What shocked her even more was that their footprints could not be seen in the snow.

The old man didn't care at all, and while leading her into the house, he shushed and asked for warmth: "Child, is it cold outside?" Hurry into the house and have a hot meal. ”

While talking, the old woman was quick with her hands and feet, serving steaming corn porridge and sweet and delicious steamed sweet potatoes. Qinghe was worried about being turned away, but the good luck was beyond her imagination: "Barren mountains and mountains, I can go into the house to keep warm, I am already grateful." It was a surprise to be able to enjoy such an honor. ”

The old woman hugged a long robe, and while threading the needle and thread, she kept chatting: "The mountains are high and the road is far away, and if you are hungry for a day, you must be full." ”

Qinghe had red circles in her eyes and nodded again and again: "Grandma's cooking is really delicious." "In the blink of an eye, the wind swept away and wiped out.

The old woman smiled slightly: "We are also passing by here, these meals, but borrowing flowers to offer Buddha." ”

Qinghe was surprised: "Grandma, this is not your own home?" ”

Peeking at it, the old man was silent, sitting on the side, but he was reading, it was actually Guiguzi's "Seven Techniques of the Yin Fu of the Benjing".

The old woman said, "My grandson-in-law likes to travel in all directions, and this house is built by him." Convenient for yourself, cheap for others. ”

Qinghe was full of admiration, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Mother-in-law, you are passing by here, but you are looking for your granddaughter?" ”

The old woman smiled slightly: "I came from Emei in the northwest and wanted to go to Shennong in the southeast to visit the little girl Ah Cang." As he spoke, the thread on the sewing needle ran out.

The old man kept his eyes off the book, but he was familiar with needlework, Qinghe only felt that in front of him, in the dazzle, a silver thread flew towards the old woman's pinhole. In just a moment, the stitching has been completed.

Qinghe was dumbfounded, so instinctively piercing the soft thread into the pinhole, but it was a rare meticulous work, and this kind of kung fu was even more shocking than a hundred steps through Yang.

Dengshi Daigo empowerment: "This immortal couple is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also has a spiritual heart. Amazed, he smacked his tongue again and again: "Grandma, grandpa is considerate and amazing, you are the most blessed person in the world." ”

The old woman smiled slightly: "Yes, when I was young, I didn't dare to have such extravagant hopes. I was originally a sheep, but I was born on the fourth day of the fourth month of the fourth month, and I was designated as a disaster star by the clansmen. Sure enough, at the age of fifteen, he was not married, and his unmarried husband was sick. Three years later, I was ordered by my parents to marry again, just to bring joy to the big family. My nominal husband had been suffering from tuberculosis since childhood, and when he was not married, he passed away. ”

The taciturn old man naturally took over the conversation: "The first time I saw you, wearing a wedding dress, I walked off the wedding sedan chair, which was brighter than the rising sun and brighter than the stars." Since that day, I have been thinking about you for a long time. ”

The old woman smiled when she heard this, wrinkled, and no longer had the beauty of the past, but it was deeply touching: "It was the most difficult time in my life, as soon as my husband died, the ruthless mother-in-law wanted to sell me to western Sichuan." I was thinking that as soon as I died, you would descend from heaven like a divine soldier and ask me if I would like to fly away. At that time, I only knew that you were in charge of the library, and you read hard all day long, and you were full of anger, but you didn't think about it, and you still had such thoughts and courage. I looked at your firm face, and immediately made a decision, and fled with you into the Emei Mountains overnight. Over the years, I have been happy like a fairy every day. ”

Qinghe was moved to tears, and hurriedly lowered her head and lowered her teary eyes, lest she be seen. saw several books neatly arranged on the ebony table: "Mother-in-law, you also like to read?" ”

Unexpectedly, the old woman actually showed a girlish shyness: "When I first got married, I couldn't read a word. The old man taught him by hand, and after half a year, he could read and hyphenate, which was a great joy in life. ”

Qinghe's heart trembled, her head buried lower, and she glanced at the book she opened, but it was Qu Zi's "Nine Songs". When he was surprised, he couldn't help but say again: "I beg my mother-in-law to teach me, what is the joy of the world?" ”

The old woman pondered for a moment and smiled slightly: "In my opinion, the joy of life is not glory and wealth, not fame and fortune, not calling for wind and rain, not being happy and worry-free, but."

It's about staying with the person you love the most. ”

Qinghe hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but be curious: "For the ancients, isn't the love of parents?" ”

The old woman smiled slightly: "The Tao is the way, not the constant way." When you are young, you are naturally your parents, but you will always grow up. The person you love the most will change. In short, the person you love the most, he will always care about you, and you will always care about him; When he is in danger, he is the first to think of you, and you are the first to think of him. ”

Qinghe thought about it carefully and made the following arrangements: Ah Long, parents, brother and sister, and Brother Tai, thought that the interpretation was clear, some satisfied, and some unwilling: "Mother-in-law, how to interpret love?" ”

The old woman smiled happily: "Love is like the rain of a long drought and the warm sun of winter." There are thousands of kinds of love, and they will change even more. Some are perfect, some are mutilated, some are deteriorated, and some are sublimated. Perfect love needs sunshine and rain, good intentions, careful care, and blood pouring. ”

As soon as Qinghe heard "well-intentioned", he felt that he had no patience, and his sleepiness skyrocketed, and his eyes were confused.

The old woman smiled slightly, turned her head, and said to the West House, "Ah Long, she is too tired, it is better to take her to sleep earlier." ”

In a trance, inside the west room, the door of a dark room "squeaked" open. The breeze blew, stretched out a pair of warm hands, and was hugged horizontally, and a familiar whisper came from his ear: "The ancestor rests early, and the younger generation retires first." ”

Qinghe was a little surprised in the dream, but he didn't have time to think deeply. As soon as the head hit the pillow, the body went to bed, and fell asleep. was vaguely held in Aaron's arms, and he couldn't help but feel warm on his body, and his heart was happy, as if it was real and illusory. I want to open my eyes, but I can't lift my eyelids.

His pleasant voice echoed softly in his ears: "Qinghe, I know that your patience is not good, I am not afraid to wait, one day, you will fall in love with me, let's be harmonious." ”

I don't know how long I slept, but I heard someone knock on the door again, and the door "creaked" open, followed by gentle footsteps.

The old woman was overjoyed, and her voice trembled a little: "Ah Xue, it turned out to be you?" ”

A pleasant woman's voice reached her ears, and sure enough, it was Bixue: "Father, Mother!" Coincidentally, our family met here. ”

I heard the little girl's laughter and laughter non-stop: "Great-grandfather, great-grandmother, are you also willing to leave the top of the Ten Thousand Buddhas?" But are you going to Shennong Pavilion? ”

The old man's voice of joy echoed and circled: "Exactly!" Our snow song and snow dance are falling more and more, let Grandpa take a good look. ”

Bi Xue sneered: "Father must not spoil them, Jiao'er will not be a filial son." ”

The old woman smiled and said, "Ah Xue, are you talking about yourself?" It's pity for my two children, Xuebaoding is deserted, where can it compare to our Ten Thousand Buddha Peaks? ”

The girl's graceful voice is sweet and delicate, but it is Xue Ge: "What Grandma said is very true, I want to go to the Ten Thousand Buddha Peak, where the scenery is good and there are many brothers and sisters." ”

Bixue's majesty is full of pampering: "Today is a good rest, and tomorrow I will take you to the top of ten thousand Buddhas." ”

After a long absence, the joy is infinite.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of "squeak" came to my ears again, but in an instant, three cold winds poured in.

Hearing Bixue's exclamation, Wuji was furious: "Seke! ”

But listening to a man in black holding a "golden arc knife", one foot has just stepped into the room, and when he hears the sound, he rises from the ground, flips in the air, flies backwards, and jumps out of the door like a wind.

The blue snow in the room was furious, and she didn't give in, snatched the "Minshan Wind and Snow Wheel" on the case, and jumped out of the dantian.

Snow Song and Snow Dance were afraid that Bixue would be lost, so they each held the snow and flew up and chased after them.

The old man's face sank, staring at the two people who entered the door later, dumbfounded, and his face sank like water: "Zhuo Jia, how can you be in the same stream as Seke?" ”

However, after a few sunsets, King Jia was subjected to the "splitting wind and sword qi", as if he was over ten years old: "Master, the disciple is not filial." was framed several times, but Seck never gave up. ”

Looking at Zhuo Xing beside him again, he trembled and didn't say a word.

The old woman bowed her head and threaded the needle, her face full of anger, but she did not speak.

The old man said for a while: "Zhuo Jia, you have been in half your life, you have merits and deeds, and in your old age, you don't like the evening festival, and there are even more ups and downs." It is better to take this opportunity to return to Emei with me, close the door to repair, or have a good death. ”

King Jia grabbed the ground with his head and bowed down: "The master will not give up, but he is willing to take it in, and the disciple is grateful." It's just that now, Zhuo Jiagou is alive in the world, and there is still nothing to be done, so I implore the master to fulfill it. ”

The old man shook his head again and again: "I know what you think, Bixue is stubborn by nature, let her change her mind, and I can't go back." In my opinion, this matter cannot be forced, but can only be followed. ”

When King Jia heard this, tears flowed together: "Now she hates Seke, and the disciple is afraid that she will be very angry, so she needs to take a look." ”

The old man snorted coldly: "It's up to you." My daughter, forgive me for not daring to bully. Even if you have a bad heart, she may not be afraid of you. ”

King Jia's father and son were submissive, trembling, bowing their heads and walking out of the door.

Listen attentively, the bloody rain and bloody wind, the sword light and sword shadow, all drowned in the snow.

Wake up in the morning, how can there be Aaron? Even the ancestors and grandsons of Piaoxue, King Jia's father and son, and the black-clothed Seke were also nowhere to be seen, and Qinghe was puzzled: "Is it a dream of the gate?" But why is it real? ”

Full of melancholy and longing, he rushed out of the bedroom, and the steaming rice porridge and light and delicious wild vegetables were already prepared on the dining table in the hall.