The grass grows and eagles fly, the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, the carriage is shaking gently, the shadows of the trees on both sides slowly retreat, the warm sunlight is sprinkled on the eyes, and the clean and mellow taste lingers in the nose.

The young man in the carriage was lying in the sun, looking at the top of the tree outside the window in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking, looking very engrossed.

The boy was very handsome, his bright eyes were like brilliant black and white gems, his eyebrows were very slender, like goose feathers in spring, his nose was also very straight, his lips were a little thin, and the corners of his mouth were naturally a little upturned, but there was a terrifying wound on his neck, even though it was now scarred, but the hideous, centipede-like tentacle scar that stretched out its tentacles in all directions would still make people shudder when they saw it for the first time. God knows what he had suffered, and it was obvious that such a wound had been pierced through his throat with a sharp weapon, and it was a miracle that he survived.

A huge bird flipped over the treetops and swooped down along the shadows of the sun's foliage until it got into the carriage, and the bird was handsome with red feathers and golden claws, and several long reverse feathers on its forehead that swayed in the wind.

It landed lightly beside the boy, arching his face with its head flatteringly, and placing an unknown egg on his cheek.

"Goo." It barked obediently.

The young man touched its reverse feathers, and smiled softly with a cracked mouth, and the laughter was a little hoarse. He sat up slowly, took the patterned egg in his hand and looked at it, touched its sharp beak lovingly, and motioned for it to eat itself.

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and the sound of shredded footsteps sounded outside the carriage. The young man tried to stand up with his hands behind his back, but he could not do so, and beads of sweat crawled all over his face.

"Are you disobedient again?"

A gentle and crisp voice sounded outside the curtain, quite nice, tender like a sharp leaf bud that had just emerged, soft like the sun outside the window. Hearing this, the young man's face turned red, and he slowly lay back down.

As soon as he lay down, the curtain of the car was opened, and the sunlight came from his feet, which made the young man blind, and she was in the sunshine, this was a little girl, about eight or nine years old, wearing a dark sky-blue dress, her long hair was tied by a sky-blue ribbon, and she was spread behind her back like satin, her forehead was as smooth as jade, her eyebrows were thin and long, and most of all, her eyes, fluttering lightly, like moonlight sweeping through the autumn water of the lake, gentle and quiet.

She wore a sky-blue scarf flower on her wrist, beautiful and uncast, and a snow-white rabbit lay on her hand, and at this moment, with its eyes the size of a bean, it was vigilantly looking at the big fire-feathered bird beside the young man.

"Goo-goo." When the firebird saw the little girl, he didn't even eat the eggs, but ran to her feet like a joy, grinding and rubbing affectionately, like a dog that was pleasing his master.

"You're pretty obedient."

"Goo."

The firebird was so strong that the little girl could touch the top of its head without bending, and it cried out in pleasure and rubbed its head in the palm of her hand.

The little girl smiled, crouched down, and put the little white rabbit down, and as soon as the little rabbit left, she was frightened and ran into the corner, and pointed her ass at the firebird.

"Little white girl, the evil will not bully you."

"Goo."

The great firebird walked towards the little white rabbit with a high-spirited step, and the poor little rabbit wanted to hide but had nowhere to hide, so he could only put up his long ears and hold his eyes with his two front paws, as if he could not see and was not afraid.

The little girl knelt beside the young man, looked at him carefully, took out a silk handkerchief from her arms, dipped the sweat on her forehead for him, but her mouth pouted: "Yu Lie, you can come back to life, Master Qin said that this is a great gift from the great god Haotian, why don't you cherish it?" ”

The warm aroma soaked from her wrist, and the young man named Yu Lie turned red again, and he wanted to wipe the sweat himself, but the little girl couldn't help but hold him down. After the little girl finished wiping her right side and rubbing her left, a strand of hair slid down her shoulder and fell on Yu Lie's face, the warm fragrance was stronger, and the smoke was drunk.

After wiping his sweat, the little girl carefully checked his neck again, pressed her slender and white fingers on the scarred part of the wound, and said softly: "The throat is the bridge of qi, the bridge is solid and the qi is sufficient, and the sound comes from here." Just now, Master Qin said that the fire poison in your throat has been pulled out, you can try to speak, don't use too much force. ”

"Hmm."

Yu Lie swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moved his mouth twice, looking a little nervous. The little girl looked at him encouragingly, and her mouth squirmed slightly, but she didn't make a sound, but Yu Lie could read the shape of her lips, which was saying, 'Speak.' ’

"Me."

Yu Lie opened his mouth, and an indistinct voice came out of his throat, the little girl's eyes lit up suddenly, her eyes were full of joy, and the corners of her mouth were curved, revealing two small dimples.

"My name is Yu ......" The young man's chest rose and fell sharply, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead again, and his voice was extremely hoarse, slow and exhaustive.

"Don't be forced, don't be nervous."

The little girl persuaded others not to be nervous, but she was more nervous than him, and lay down to wipe his sweat again, inducing him to speak while wiping: "My name is Firefly Xue, Wei Yingxue, a Weiguo person, nine years old this year." ”

"My name is Yu Lie, Cai Guoren, this year, eleven and a half years old." I don't know if it was because it was too difficult to speak, or something else, the young man's face became redder and redder.

The little girl's eyes were full of water, and she continued, "You were picked up by my little white. ”

"I picked it up by your little white." Yu Lie replied seriously.

The little girl smiled slightly: "Master Qin gave you medicine, but you were cured by me." ”

"You healed me."

The little girl said, "The flowers outside are so fragrant." ”

"The flowers outside are fragrant."

The little girl said, "We are on our way to Yan Kingdom. ”

"We're on our way to Yan Kingdom."

Yu Lie was sweating all the time, obviously speaking with great difficulty, but his face was quite happy, a kind of ecstasy that had been lost and regained, but his temperament had always been cold, and even if it was such a joy, it was difficult for him to be too moved. He looked at the beautiful elf, repeating it over and over again.

After a conversation, the little girl stretched out two fingers to hold his mouth, her left hand passed through his shoulder, and she half-helped him up, this action was so tired that she blew like an orchid, and held a small medicine jar to Yu Lie's mouth: "Come, drink it." ”

Yu Lie was very embarrassed, afraid of being tired of her, and quietly stiffened her waist, but she found out, and saw that the most beautiful elf in the world condensed into the word 'Chuan', and said: "Why are you disobedient again?" ”

"I've always been obedient."

Yu Lie drank all the medicine in the bottle in one gulp, and a burst of coolness extended from his mouth to his hot throat, and suddenly it was like nectar after a long drought, making him moan uncontrollably.

"Firefly."

At this time, a strong voice came from outside the carriage, the little girl's face turned red, she slowly put Yu Lie down, picked up the little white rabbit trembling in the corner, and responded: "Hey, come here." ”

She was about to go out, but as if she remembered something, she turned around again and said seriously: "You have to be obedient, don't move, we will enter Yongdu in a while, and when we enter the city, I will talk to you again." "Blinked.

"Yingxue!" The person outside slightly accentuated his tone, implying urging.

Yu Lie lay in the thick fluffy feather blanket, nodded, and blinked.

"It's coming, it's coming." The little girl tilted her head and smiled, taking away the warm aroma.

Outside the carriage stood an old man with a majestic figure, with crane hair and a childish face, full of snow hair, sharp eyes, and although he had a cane in his hand, his figure was not rickety.

As soon as the little girl jumped out of the carriage, the tax benefits in the old man's eyes turned into gentleness, and he kindly took her hand and walked towards the carriage in front of her, saying as she walked: "Yingxue, you are a smart child, and you are also a good child who respects the teacher, don't forget the promise you made to the teacher." ”

The little girl hugged the rabbit, blinked her eyes and said: "Master Qin, the throat is the bridge of qi, the bridge is solid, the qi is full, the qi is full, and if the bridge qi is injured, it will be made up for a hundred days." He's so badly injured, 100 days isn't enough. Besides, didn't Master Qin often teach Yingxue that a healer should be fearless? He raised his head and looked at his teacher reverently.

The old man stopped talking.

The long autumn wind blows through the endless osmanthus road, at the end of the osmanthus road, there stands a male city, the first big country in the world, Yongdu, the capital of Yongguo, it lies quietly in the mountains embraced, like a magnificent pearl.

Yongguo, the fire of the five elements, Shang Zhu.

The city wall is cast with red stone, up to fifteen zhang, a row of armor with fire armor holding a long halberd to swim in it, under the city wall, next to the moat, there is a sky ancient paulownia tree, the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the huge canopy will be the whole city gate tower also encased in it, above the canopy erects a big flag that is cracked in the wind, embroidered with the ancient paulownia tree and the blazing sun.

And this is the symbol of Yongguo.

It is really the largest city in the world, even more majestic than Chaoge City.

The young man didn't listen to the little girl's words, he leaned against the wall of the car and pushed the window open a crack, looking at this Xiongcheng from the gap, although he had not been to the Song City, but everyone in the world knew that today's Yongdu was not comparable to King Jingtai's Song City.

"Goo." The big firebird also prolonged its neck, looking left and right, back and forth.

There were a great number of people who entered the city, and as far as the eye could see, they were densely packed with human heads, dressed in all kinds of clothes, speaking different dialects, obviously from all over the world, and some of them spoke with accents quite familiar, which made the young people stunned.

The wheels slowly flowed forward.

The old man stood on the wheel of the carriage kindly, and said a word indifferently, and then saw that the face of the city gate armor changed, and he respectfully saluted the old man, and called back the armor who walked towards Yu Lie.

The city wall hole is dark and deep, both sides and the top of the cave are carved with a pair of murals, some have been peeled off by the wind, some colors are bright, all of them are a blood-pumping war, the nearest is the Yonggong expedition to Beidi, the vast scene, the resonance of thousands of horses, the roar of thousands of cars, the head of the blood, the wolf head crown of the king of the Di people, all show the pride of the Yong people.

Passing through the hole in the city wall, there was a galloping chariot of flames, which was seventeen feet high, and the reason why it could not be seen from the outside was because it was hidden by the ancient paulownia tree, and when men and horses came to it, they were like dust, despised by it, and trampled under it. Hundreds of years have passed, and it stands here, watching the mighty Yongguo. Yongguo people never shape portraits, only chariots, and the chariot in the world, Yongguo is the second, and no one dares to call it the first!

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The power was cut off at home, from 6 o'clock in the morning until now, so it was late. Please recommend it to book friends who like this book. At the moment, the book's stats are terrible, but Jiang Shan thinks it will be a good book.