The sound shocked the four fields, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be suppressed, and they couldn't move forward. As the sound of the waves sounded, the blue and white waves spread high in the sky, and then gradually rose and fall, and finally dispersed into a rain curtain.

Occasionally, a cool breeze blows, and the water silk flutters among the mountains and trees, until a little chill penetrates the heart. The white mist was mixed with a faint rainbow, and when the sunlight projected from the sky was struck, it seemed that the whole front of the eyes was a crystalline, indescribable hazy fairy meaning.

In the place where the mountain is high, where the sunny side of the mountain meets the rainbow, the white clouds on the horizon gradually dissipate in this water and rain, turning and condensing again.

There seems to be a feeling that the river and the mountains are spiritual, protecting the valley from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that he tried his best to not let the outside world disturb the valley in the slightest. It was as if time had passed like this, and even that aura had already stood like a mountain, thick and silent.

From time to time, the wind rises, the green curtain surges, and the water is divided. But if you take a deep breath and stand on the mountain, or listen carefully on the cliff, you can hear the sound of jade pendants faintly coming from the valley, which seems ethereal and containing.

It's like a slender grass, after struggling through the wind and rain, it quietly stops in front of you, looking at you so gently, and it doesn't disappear for a long time.

The valley is foggy all the year round, and it is silky, and walking on the bluestone steps suddenly gives birth to a bit of pleasantness. The spirit birds in the valley are fluttering and fluttering, quite like large and small fish swimming in the clear water, and the fairy spirit is clear.

The small cabin in the middle of the valley looked like it was some years old. The whole body is glowing with a faint yellowish black, and there is a wet and rotten smell all around. But if you are in it, you will feel a kind of cleanliness and refreshment between breaths, and I don't know how long it is the old wood that has lived to exude this quiet atmosphere.

The inside of the wooden house is also very simple, except for a flat stone bed attached to the wall, not tall or large, but it is extremely smooth, as if it was just a piece of the house that was dug up and polished neatly. Even so, it is also called by the owner of this house to absorb the essence of heaven and earth.

There were a few ancient books on the stone bed, neatly arranged, quite a bit of the smell of a gentleman in a humble room. But if you understand the character of this protagonist, you will know that this person is obviously a rough man with a vassal elegance, and those neatly arranged books are nothing more than his rather modest books to read during the day and as pillows at night.

In addition to the stone bed, only a small mound in the corner of the wall is slightly distinctive in this fresh log cabin. However, although it is said to be a mound of soil, the soil line is condensed but not scattered, gathered but not chaotic, and it reveals a feeling of being natural, returning to the basics and returning to the true between the square and the round, giving people an impression that cannot be underestimated. And this is where Mo Fan is used as a table.

Mo Fan is the owner of this cabin. Although his name is Mo Fan, he does not have the surname Mo, but even he does not know what his surname is. Since he was conscious, he has been living in this small valley, and that was when he was three or four years old, more than ten years ago.

He had known Cloud Shadow at that time, and Cloud Shadow was just a little slug at that time.

Lang rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums!

When Mo Fan saw Yunying for the first time, he sensed that she was different. Yun Ying didn't know how he was born into this valley, whether he was born into Daqian, or if he was conceived by heaven and earth. But she knew that her name was Yunying, and she knew it when she was conscious.

What a nice name, she said to Mo Fan.

Mo Fan's name came out of nowhere when he was seven years old, and he ran out of the small mound of dirt at home. It was a starless and moonless night, and it was pitch black, and in the darkness there were two words that fluttered in the air like bright light projected into the water. It's strange to say, just when Mo Fan saw them, he suddenly felt an indescribable kindness, so he directly used it as his name, and it was from that time that he felt how old he was.

On the outside of the cabin was a round fence wall, enclosing the Mo Fan family and the Cloud Shadow family inside. The fence is not high, but it is solid and tight, and it looks like it has experienced some wind and rain, revealing a bit of ancient yellow that has been washed over time.

Cloud Shadow's home is a small cave, but it does not go deep underground, but it stays shallow on the surface, and it is not like spring in all seasons, but it is true that it feels cool in winter and warm in summer.

There are two spaces in the cave house, and in front of it is a hall, which is empty and clean. Behind is the place where Yunying rests and sleeps and cultivates, and the decorations of the little girl's house are varied, and a small wooden bed against the back wall is also decorated with extra warm and lovely.

Between the mountains and wilderness, life is self-sufficient, and growing up in such a warm and simple environment every day makes the little cloud shadow gradually develop a rather lazy character with no desires, no desires, no questions about the world, and even some movement and quiet. In Mo Fan's opinion, she is also full of the liveliness of many ordinary little girls at the same age, not like the eighty-year-old man who withered into a tree, and everything other than death and life has nothing to do with it.

Interestingly, Yun Ying's girlish temperament made her more mysterious and moving when she was an ignorant teenager.

In the middle of the small cave room was a thin wall with two sparkling jade pendants.

The jade pendant itself can not see the workmanship at all, only to see a dark green like ink, a plain and white, each engraved with words, the black engraved ink characters, the words are not big, but the gesture is thin and strange, indescribable power, revealing an all-encompassing atmosphere.

The white jade pendant was engraved with a cloud character, the handwriting was scribbled and weak, fluttering and shaky to even give people a feeling of not being able to see clearly, falling into the cloud in a trance, feeling a kind of softness and rigidity.

As if reflecting Mo Fan and Yun Ying, the jade pendant was occasionally slightly touched by the breeze from afar, and from time to time it made some shy sounds.

When no one noticed, they followed each other lightly and separated lightly.

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"Yunying, have you cleaned up?" Mo Fan stood crookedly outside the cabin, supporting his body weight on the wall, covering his forehead with his other free hand, and shouted helplessly with a sigh as heavy as life, "It's been a while, you don't need to bring a lot of things, you will have them there." ”

"Wait, wait!" said in a shy voice from the small cavern, "It's going to be good soon." ”

This time, Mo Fan waited for more than half an hour.

It was easy to wait for Yunying to come out, but Mo Fan wanted to say a few whining words but held it directly in his stomach. It's nothing else, a lovely person in front of her, I don't know if it's because of excitement or too much labor, her red little face bulges between breaths, and she looks very cute.

With such a shy appearance, Mo Fan, a "delicious, drinkable, and lustful" child of the three good rivers and lakes, is really embarrassed to twist and lose a little temper!

She suddenly felt something in her heart, her eyes blinked, and she looked at him slightly, her beautiful face and innocent look hit the latter's heart.

The pale white long skirt sits on the ground, the plain and elegant powder face is like frost, the eyebrows are like stars and the moon are like lips, and the clouds want to dress and flowers. The elegance of the great creations seems to be concentrated on this woman, and even the moon refuses to be ashamed of her.

Her eyebrows are graceful, but they are lightly wrinkled, as if there is a young man who does not understand the amorous manners and always can't see through the thoughts of her daughter's family. Her little nose was a little delicate, so white, and sometimes there were a few drops of crystal clear sweat on it, with the same feeling as if the girl next door. The most beautiful thing is her lips, her lips are gently pursed with some anger, as if she is making a little temper with someone, gently pursed, and sees a kind of fortitude unique to girlhood, revealing a slightly shy red in the pale white.

And the beautiful girl's face, at this moment, happened to have a little green silk flowing on it, and a thin sweat, so it was also gently attached to her face, as if it was connected, refusing to leave, and refusing to reduce half of the woman's beauty. Just like a perfect work of art, clear water out of hibiscus, natural carving, between movement and stillness, there is quite a lonely and fairy-like move.

Everything in the world, in Mo Fan's opinion, is not as important as the word cloud and shadow!

He stared straight at the girl in front of him, he only felt that he couldn't get tired of looking at it, and he felt that he thought of the word Yunying a little, and it was not an exaggeration to find great happiness in his life.

Straight lovesickness is useless, and melancholy is madness!

Young people always feel that life can be cared for like this, if it is very good.

Yunying glanced at Mo Fan quietly, and when he saw that the boy in front of him was giggling again, he snorted angrily. In my heart, I only felt that this person didn't understand the taste of parting so much, and secretly thought about it, and couldn't help but provoke her eyebrows to frown slightly, and the corners of her eyes were shy and angry for a while, and there was really an indescribable style in her face.

At this time, I saw Yun Ying wave his hands lightly, swept the four or five big bags behind him in front of Mo Fan, and gently pointed to the jade pendant on Mo Fan's neck with his small nose.

These two jade pendants, Mo Fan also found out that he had the ability to take things from the air and form a world of his own when he was playing one day ago, which scared Mo Fan a lot at that time, and reacted after a while, which is the characteristics of the space storage engraved on the bedside book.

This kind of thing, endorsed in the book, is absolutely uncommon on the mainland, and I dare not say that it is rare to see it in 10,000 years, but it can also be said to be an extremely rare thing, after all, this kind of handwriting belongs to the great stroke of forced reform space and stagnant time! It must be a field that can only be entered by the great power with extremely high attainments in the way of time and space.

And the two jade pendants are completely different from the ordinary space storage, the time in the ordinary storage is stagnant and unchanging, but the time in the jade pendant is fluid, just like the existence of a small world.