Less than 300 miles away from Youzhou City, Sister Lu led her horse forward, dressed in white clothes and cloth shoes, still like a mortal bodhisattva, and she was dusty and Buddha-like

And the pure red horse she was holding in her hand was full of evil spirits, like a great demon who had been surrendered by the low-eyed Bodhisattva of compassion and was willing to be the protector of the Dharma.

At this time, Li Ci naturally didn't dare to ride a horse unrestrainedly, so he had to lead the blue and black horse to the side.

Maybe it's because along the way, listening to Sister Lu talk about Buddhism and saying that Zen is contaminated with a bit of Buddha's spirit, even if she is worried about Xiaoliang, at least she can maintain peace on the surface.

For some reason, the closer she got to this Youzhou City, Sister Lu's speed slowed down, and after entering Youzhou City for three hundred miles, the speed at which the two of them hurried was simply outrageous.

The day will be noon, and the dazzling sun will be forced by the harsh winter for a while, and can only stumble into a white circle, but it will not bring much hot weather.

But Miss Lu would never leave, and according to her habits, she should make afternoon tea at this time. Ignore everything carefully.

With Li Xi here, miscellaneous work such as burning fires and chopping wood naturally will not be done by Lu Da Bodhisattva.

With his back against the red rabbit horse but he did not shy away from sitting on the snow cold, looking at the empty winter scenery in the distance, occasionally glancing at the busy Li Ci, seeing that he did not mean to be perfunctory and lazy, he was too lazy to pay attention to it, held a handful of white snow and pinched it into a big snowball, lowered his head and bit it, like gnawing on steamed buns, and chewing with bulging cheeks.

Strange to say, Sister Lu has an abnormal habit of cleanliness, and she has no shy away from being afraid of dirty things such as mountains, rivers, big rocks, rain and snow in all seasons, trees and flowers, spring mud and autumn leaves.

Although she is in the army of the parallel state, she stays on the Liangzhou lineside for seven or eight months in a year, and even in the cold winter, she often takes seven or eight thousand lonely soldiers to go deeper, and it is common for a month to not return, and it is a luxury to be able to keep up with the speed of the cavalry advance with heavy grain and grass, not to mention water and drink, no one can bring too much, so in Liangzhou, both soldiers and military horses are used to gnawing snow in winter.

As for the cavalry led by Sister Lu herself, the enemy often ambushes the corpses and penetrates the armor, spreading out hundreds of meters of snow, with the iron-blooded demeanor of "black armor and green horses standing in the snow, and the blood of the enemy chief stains the Han family flag".

And the picture of the woman who is like a fairy ghost, quietly gnawing on the snow in the moonlit night or the morning sun, is the most pure and flawless holy memory in the hearts of all soldiers.

The appearance of this general surnamed Lu is more than that of all women in this era, but he has never enjoyed the rouge sandalwood hibiscus tent, and has not learned the art of danqing piano and poetry. I just read all the Buddhist scriptures that can be found in Liangzhou, some are subtle, some are difficult to understand, and some are superficial and vulgar. There is no amazing penmanship in the handwriting, but it is carefully and neatly copied, and it is carefully copied with some clumsy handwriting.

In addition, the only hobby is to drink tea, of course, there are many meals in Li Ci's house, and Miss Lu has a tendency to get used to Li Ci's cooking.

The fire was lit in a short time, but in this winter season, a shallow pit had to be dug, a bonfire stand had been erected at the bottom of the pit with firewood, and water had to be boiled in small clay pots from the white village.

In fact, the water boiled in winter, in this wilderness, even if it is boiled to the ten ripe water boiling like peony flowers, the temperature may not reach the point where it can make tea perfectly. But Sister Lu does not have the squeamishness of a wealthy lady, she drinks tea with a rather informal and dignified atmosphere.

There are no cumbersome steps, no snow dew water, no peach and plum aroma, just throw the tea leaves into the water, watch them dip and stretch the ups and downs, the clear water is dyed with a layer of blue gold, you are qualified to enter the lips and teeth of the beauty, the beauty of this blessing is what countless men in the world crave but can't.

Li Ci was holding a bowl of tea given by Sister Lu, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I really don't know how many self-proclaimed and elegant literati want to say that they envy General Lu for a bowl of tea on the tip of his tongue in his throat." ”

Lu Bu only regarded it as if she didn't hear it, and it was not enough to see her like a teenager, but then she saw that the young man raised his hand and poured a sip, which was originally drinking tea like a stuffy spirit, smiling happily, and singing loudly:

"One bowl of throat kiss moist, two bowls of broken loneliness.

Three bowls of dry intestines, only 5,000 volumes of words. ”

……

Four bowls of light sweat, life injustice, all to the pores.

Five bowls of muscles and bones, six bowls of fairies.

……

Seven bowls can't be eaten, but the two armpits are used to the breeze.

Penglai Mountain, where is it? Yuchuanzi, take advantage of this breeze to return.

……

The group of immortals on the mountain is under the soil, and the status is high and isolated from the wind and rain.

Ann learned that millions of lives were lost, and they fell on the cliff to suffer!

So he asked the common people for advice, do you have to rest in the end?

……

Li Xixing came, sang the first seven bowls of tea, and sighed in his heart, the snow is as old as ever, the mountains and rivers are still the same, but the prosperous world in the previous life is gone after all......

Sister Lu looked playful, although she would not worship a talented person with excellent literary talents like an ordinary superficial little woman, she Lu Fengxian was still a murderer on the battlefield.

But it doesn't prevent her from using this hundred-character text to accompany tea, and it's not bad to think about it, I think this text can stand up to chewing, but that's all.

Li Ci was about to finish the remaining tea in the bowl before he had to go on the road, but suddenly his face was extremely cold, and his brows were furrowed.

In the life pool, the Dade koi carp has invisible silk entanglements on it, and hundreds of silk silks are entangled, all of which are from Li Xi's subordinates and people who are destined to help.

Among them, the three strands from Pang Tong, Xu Shu, and Zhang Fei are the most wonderful and gorgeous, and they are also the most condensed, and they have reached the point where they can extract a small amount of qi luck from these three people's life pools to supplement Li Xi. The share that symbolizes Sister Lu is half vague, although there is causal collusion, it is far from the point where Li Ci can take advantage of the situation.

And among them, the most conspicuous wisp of turquoise green like spring leaves, a brilliant life filament, and Li Ci's life grid is the most closely entangled, but Li Ci deliberately did not absorb even a trace of qi through this life filament.

Not for anything else, just because the little girl was very picky, Li Ci was reluctant to be stingy, and she was distressed.

However, at this moment, this prosperous and tenacious lifeline is tense in an instant, although it will not be cut off instantly, but Li Ci knows very well that this means that danger is coming.

(I have to rush to update, I haven't finished writing!) Only half a chapter! I'm)