.

As soon as the battle stopped, the sound of Xun was far away, still echoing in the air of the bamboo forest and grassland, and the people on both sides gradually woke up from this invisible killing.

Everyone couldn't help but look at this woman who fell from the sky, and felt a beat in their hearts,—— this woman is too exquisite, her figure is tall and well-proportioned, every part of her body is just right, as if building a sophisticated mathematical model after careful calculation, tailor-made, I really don't know how to describe this youthful beauty, I only feel that this beauty, this softness, are the extreme, only the goddess in the sky has the ultimate delicacy, just like all the beautiful women in this other world will be dwarfed in front of her.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at this woman quietly, and the bloody grass battlefield just now fell silent, this world is so empty...... In fact, it is not the world that is empty, but the human heart that is empty.

The woman descended suddenly, standing in the middle of the meadow, gently blowing a black Xun, engraved with a magnolia-colored lotus on the Xun, black and white, pinched between a pair of delicate fingers like soft wattles, more elegant and exquisite. She was wearing a white tight-fitting samurai uniform, with a curvy figure, concave and convex, a round bun on the back of her head, a crystal pendant swaying hairpin inserted in the bun, the crystal pendant reflected the sun, shining with crystal color, and a delicate and gorgeous white-handled katana was inserted on her back.

On the top of the mountain, the white sunlight hidden behind the clouds, through the bamboo forest slanted slanting, there is still a mist lingering lightly, and the ethereal and distant Xun sound blows gently, the fine bamboo leaves fall flutteringly, falling on her shadow, the clothes are like butterflies, in the soft light and shadow, there seems to be a holy light on her.

The sound of Xun is like a clear spring, fading away.

The smile on the woman's face was soft, and the soft gaze floated through everyone's eyes, with a shallow warmth, and everyone felt that their whole hearts seemed to be melted into softness by a warm touch, and they only hoped that they could always exist in the gaze of this eye, even if they gave everything for it, they were willing.

The woman walked straight up to Fan Xiang, raised the Xun in her hand, smiled at him, and said softly, "My booty." As he spoke, he gently put it into his sleeve, and the language was concise and there was no room for words.

Fan Xiang saw the woman coming and stood in front of her, and she didn't know what to do for a while. In a trance, suddenly his eyes lit up, a pair of fingers like soft wattles, brilliant fluorescent jade hands, suddenly came into view, between the minds, for a moment, a heart is only like a deer rushing around, pounding, only thinking in my heart, "She is Qiu Yuan Hui!

"Are you okay?" looked at the bandage on Fanxiang's left shoulder, and asked shallowly, his voice like a heavenly sound, soft and powerful.

"I, I'm fine. Fan Xiang subconsciously stretched out his left shoulder, this wound has basically healed, and there is no major problem, but the Samadhi True Fire that Taishang Laojun sealed in his body to lock his seven gods is still relatively strong to suppress most of his demigods.

"That's good......"

"Sister Yuan Hui, you're here. You know, I was ...... today? , I'm not done with that Fanxiang yet. Murong Wanxi changed her reserved and arrogant and decisive demeanor just now, and flew in front of Qiu Yuan Hui, without looking at Fan Xiang, smiling, looking at Qiu Yuan Hui, at this time, her expression was like a little sister seeing a close big sister.

Qiu Yuan Hui turned her head to look at Murong Wanxi, and said softly, "You little goblin, here you are?"

"Sister Yuan Hui, I just want to come and see...... Let's see if someone has three heads and six arms and can be my sister's opponent. Two days ago, my brother sent troops to arrest a man named Fanxiang, and I grinded my brother, and then, I came, hehe. Smiling, talking affectionately with Akihara Hui, without looking at Fanxiang.

Akihara Hui listened calmly, lowered her brows gently, like a water lotus, with a shallow smile on her white jade-like face, and said, "After seeing it, then withdraw the troops." "The language is concise, the voice is soft, but there is no doubt about it.

"Oh,...... , but I haven't defeated him yet, Sister Yuan Hui, I have to defeat him!"

"Alright, let's go back first. Qiu Yuan Hui looked at Murong Wanxi and said softly.

"Oh, then I'll go back first. Murong Wanxi said reluctantly, looked back at Fan Xiang, reserved, smiled, and said, "Fan Xiang, the battle between you and me has just begun, I will defeat you!" turned around and waved his hand to his subordinates, and flew up to the thick cloud in the southwest corner. The tribe followed, riding the wind and clouds to the west.

Qiuyuan Huimu saw Murong Wanxi leave, looked back at Fanxiang, and said softly: "I'm only a little younger when I go back to Heavenly Court, you are from another world...... The master said, to cure your fire poison, it must be the ice tear grass on the top of Kunlun in the west of the other world, but it is the summer residence of the Queen Mother of the Southern Heavens, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter,...... I'll go back to Heaven and think of a way. ”

Fanxiang took the pill and didn't know what to say.

"Well, let me see, what kind of elixir is this?" Wan Haoruo walked over at this time, grabbed the pill with his hand, held it in his palm, opened his eyes wide, and looked very seriously. The pill glows pink and is extremely precious at first sight. Wan Haoruo took the pill, walked to Qiu Yuan Hui, looked up and down, and then, smiled, and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful, more beautiful than my aunt." You help me Brother Fanxiang, I like it, you will be my sister in the future, okay?"

"Okay. Akihara Hui looked at the quirky little girl in front of her, and her heart was also happy, and she said softly: "Then you have to be good." ”

"Well, whoever helps my brother Fanxiang, I like whom, whoever bullies my brother Fanxiang, I hate whom, hate to death, hum, like the one just now. ...... Oh, sister, what did you just say about the Ice Tear Grass, is it on the top of Kunlun Mountain?"

"Yes. ”

"Oh......" Wan Haoruo stopped talking, pursed his mouth, raised his hand and gently tapped his forehead, muttering to himself on his mouth, not knowing what he was talking about, Gu Zi walked to the side, looking in the direction of the west in a daze.

Akihara Hui looked up at the sky and said to Fanxiang: "One day in the heavenly court, one year in the other world, I have to go back, you take care." After speaking, Xiang Fanxiang smiled softly, and a white soft light emanated from his body, rising into the void and flying away.

"Well, thank you, Megumi Akihara. Fan Xiang watched Akihara Hui disappear into the sky like a beam of white light, and there was an inexplicable melancholy in her heart.

The soldiers and civilians of Wanzhai were all happy when they saw the sudden departure of the strong enemy, and the group in charge of social security and pension in the village properly resettled the injured and their families. Although there is a house for the dead, it does not hide the joy of victory in the village, and they all regard Fanxiang and Wan Hao as the great heroes of the people of Wanzhai. After this day, all families will be reunited and reunited in the construction of Kuanyun Mountain, and live a small life at home without quarrel with the world.

Fan Xiang followed the Wan family's aunt and nephew back to the ancient and solemn wooden old house on stilts on the slope of the mountain. This old house has a small courtyard, which encloses the old house into a quiet and slightly isolated residence from the outside world. There are slightly warped side eaves at both ends of the roof of the old house, green tiles, wooden walls, and green tile eaves There will always be weeds in spring every year, tender green, swaggering in the spring breeze. There is a small square pond of inkstone in the middle of the courtyard, there are some green duckweed on the surface of the pond, the clear water, no waves, the four sides of the courtyard are densely packed with the wiper vine that is entangled by the wall, the west corner is a small bamboo forest, the big green horse is tied in the shade of the bamboo, and some grass full of green. In the shade of the bamboo, under the vine, there is a round stone table and an old bamboo chair that is quite strong. You can sit down after a day of leisure, and every time in the golden sunset, there is a deep meaning in the distance. It's an ancient and quiet mood.

After the courtyard, it is the hall of the old house, and under the eaves of the stilted roof, there is a bamboo rocking chair that can swing in the corner.

The old house is a two-storey stilted building, and the hall house is on the first floor, which is spacious and clean, and the furnishings in the house are simple. On both sides of the hall are placed simply and neatly against the wall, several small square tables and bamboo chairs, each small square table has some inconspicuous small decorations, such as a small pot of Xiashan orchid, or a seasonal flower, the door against the wall is an old Eight Immortals table, next to each placed a polished black wooden chair, according to the wall hanging a picture of the cold mountain.

A woman's smallest happiness is hidden in these inconspicuous little decorations, even if a small camellia blooms in the corner, it can make the woman feel bright, like bathing in spring.

The old house is clean, tidy and quiet.

A person, or rather, a tranquil woman, like to be quiet, occasionally, you can make a pot of green tea before the Ming Dynasty alone, put a few old books in line at will, chant a few old songs that have been over the years, and lie obliquely on the old rocking chair, comfortable, demure, just like a cool poem returning to the garden, you can soothe the tone, and the sound of the evening wind, quiet in the quiet, and then, some old feelings, when a person is alone, leisurely remember. In the golden sunset, with some warmth of spring, or dyeing some of the coolness of the evening, the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled, which is also suitable for the mood and the mood.

The days of Kuanyun Mountain are bright, just like the clear water traces that slide over the green silk silk, without a trace. Sleep with time, stay at peace with the years, and in the days of 5,000 years, you can put those lovesickness and those sorrows!

Wan Haoruo sat on the rocking chair under the eaves, half-squinted, lazy, and asked the aunt who was talking to Fanxiang in the hall: "Auntie, your birthday is about to be in the past two days, but I forgot how old you are." I escaped from my parents' barracks and came back in a hurry, and I must live with you. ”

It was as if she glanced at Fanxiang, looked outside the hall, and said loudly: "You little girl, you have a good memory, your aunt is 7,578 years old this year, old, hehe." ”

Wan Haoruo jumped in from outside the door at this time, smiled and said, "Auntie is not old, you see, I'm almost two thousand five hundred years old,...... Hehe. ”

"Yes, you little girl is not two thousand five hundred years old, you are two hundred and five, and you are still like a child who has not grown up, hehe......" The eyes above the veil rippled with a pool of clear autumn water, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles.

"Brother Fanxiang, you can stay here for a few more days and wait for my aunt's birthday before leaving, okay?"

Fan Xiang pondered for a moment, raised her head, and smiled slightly, "Wan'er, it's not that I don't want to stay with you, I have to save the Mo brothers and sisters, the sooner the better, so, tomorrow, I have to set off, so ,......"

"Well, that's it,...... That...... Auntie, we're going to celebrate our birthday together tonight, okay?"

He smiled slightly, and said softly, "What's wrong with that? I'll make the best longevity noodles for you tonight, do you like it?"

"Well, I like it, my aunt makes longevity noodles delicious, Brother Fanxiang, you must eat more." ”

"Okay, I'll do it now, tell you Brother Fanxiang to sit down first, just wait. ”

"No, auntie, I'll do it with Brother Fanxiang and you. Brother Fanxiang, okay?" looked at Fanxiang and smiled.

The three of them went to the kitchen together, as if they gently rolled up their sleeves, revealing a pair of white wrists, the dough was glutinous and soft, and when kneading, it was like the lotus under her wrist. She cooks meticulously and harshly, boiling broth, serving seasonings, making side dishes, and carefully controlling the time and heat of noodles into the water to the extreme. When she makes seasonings, she never uses a spoon, but gently plucks her fingertips, sprinkles them evenly and carefully, and distributes them dotted on the side dishes or ingredients, forming a very delicate pattern, with just the right combination of colors and full of aroma. When she is ready, she doesn't taste it, but she knows the taste when she sees the color and smells the fragrance. This is like a unique job of cooking, she is very good at fiddling with all kinds of ingredients, paying attention to the ultimate combination, delicious and beautiful. The three of them spread the table on a stone table under the shade of bamboo, and five large celadon basins from the Yue kiln were placed in the center: a pot of minced meat fried sauce with sprouts, a pot of white bean curd made by the secret method of Jinchuan Yi, a pot of red and juicy braised beef, a pot of slightly salty white-cut beef, a pot of stewed beef made with broth, a green basin with blue and white dark patterns, and a white basin with blue and white patterns. There is also a small plate of green coriander and shallots next to it, a dish of red oil chili sauce, a plate of fried mung bean sprouts with red pepper shreds, a dish of cold salad and cucumbers, and then eight small dishes are placed in a circle around, containing the chili oil of the ancient Buddhist temple, the salt of Fuyijing, the soy sauce of Banqiaoba, the sugar of Dengguan, the pepper of Wuhu Mountain, the sauce along the beach, the tempeh of Longtan Temple, and the vinegar of Tongsi. There is also a jar of home-brewed old rice wine. A table of food side dishes and ingredients, full of color, flavor and flavor.

Wan Haoruo looked at the table full of dishes, stared straight at it, smacked his lips, secretly stretched out his hand, grabbed a piece of braised beef and put it in his mouth, opened his mouth, and looked at it with a hot breath, looking at it, and grinning.

"This little girl, we have guests at home, pay attention to the image. It was as if looking at Wan Haoruo, his eyes were full of love and pity, and he pretended to be angry.

"It's okay, huh,...... I'm used to it. Fan Xiang looked at it, smiled lightly, and said.

It's like putting two wine bowls on the table, and they're going to be full.

"Auntie, I'm going to drink it too!"

"Okay, okay, our family Wan'er has grown up, and my aunt will fill it up for you. It was as if he had added a wine bowl, lifted the wine jar, poured three wine bowls full, and Gu Zi said, "My aunt is also happy today, let's drink it well." ”

"Auntie, can you take off the face towel on your face, every time a guest comes, you have to put it on? Brother Fanxiang is not a guest of our family, he is a relative of our family, you take off the scarf, it will not scare him, hehe,...... Isn't it okay? Auntie. ”

"Wan'er, don't make a fuss, let's start eating. It was as if a melancholy light in his eyes flashed away, and quickly turned into a smile.

"Oh, well. ”

As if he picked up the wine bowl, he said to Fanxiang and Wan Haoruo: "Come, we have done this bowl, we have done it for the arrival of Fanxiang's little brother, and we have also done it for the female warriors of our family." After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all.

"Okay, it!"

The three of them were very interested, chatting while drinking, and their interest grew.

At this time, the moon was already hanging in the middle of the sky, and the clear light sprinkled down, and the clear light covered the small courtyard of the farmhouse in the middle of the mountain. The night breeze in the April mountain is blowing, the bamboo branches are swaying, the bamboo shadows are swaying, and the purple vines are hanging on the courtyard wall, flashing with a faint and remote light, and the psychedelic colors are the beautiful reality that you understand when you look at them. Moonlight, bamboo, purple vine trellis, breeze blowing, the scenery is good here.

Faced with this situation, it was like a clear mind, so he took out Jasper Xiao from his sleeve, stood up, walked to the moonlight, put Xiao to his mouth, and gently blew it in a quiet throat. The sound of the flute is clear, it should be with the sound of the wind, the rustling sound of bamboo leaves, if the smoke and rain are cloudy, or if the wet flowers are slightly dewed, the throat is lingering, the wonderful sound is varied, and the tone reveals a faint sadness, a kind of indescribable lovesickness. The silk scarf on her face was half rolled, revealing a slightly curved chin, delicate and delicate, as bright as jade.

Wan Haoruo was already a little drunk, listening to the long and long sound of the flute, there was a hidden unhappiness in her chest, so she picked up the chopsticks, should be with Xiao's melody, gently knocked on the edge of the bowl, extremely ever-changing, jingling percussion, and the sound of the flute echoed each other, but also showed a wonderful sound, in the symphony of these two kinds of music, she raised her head and sang softly:-

In this sky, a hint of wind blows

This sky

In this sky, there are clouds at night

And your smile

.

The blue and white porcelain sounded

The blue and white flowers did not know that they were about to bloom

The smile on your face is in my heart

It hurts so much in my heart

.

This sky

In April, the wind is blowing

You're in a hurry

Walking, walking, out of my eyes

.

The wind caresses the sky

The clouds have drifted away

Light, light, quiet

This sky is really empty

.

I look up to you

You come and go in a hurry

Come, come, go

I will pour it out into your bosom

......

The singing is soft, lingering and compassionate. This slightly childish and innocent singing voice deduces the affection of each style, and there is also the shyness of the cool breeze, such as the cold of the autumn water, and the endless infatuation of a lifetime.