Yang Guangxiang woke up and found that he was lying in a small shack, with a thick layer of hay under him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He rolled over and sat up, but An Ruoxi was gone.

The memories of last night's fall asleep immediately came to his mind: the warm embrace of a young girl, the intoxicating and charming scent. Yang Guang sat in the small shack, forgetting for a moment that he and An Ruoxi were still trapped in the mountains by the heavy snow at this time.

After reminiscing for a while, Yang Guang got up and walked out of the small shack, only to find that the sky had already brightened. Although there was no sun in the sky, it was still a cloudy day, but yesterday's heavy snow had stopped at some point, and the mountains and fields were covered with snow, and the sky seemed to be much brighter.

The two bonfires outside the shack were blazing. Yang Guang stood at the mouth of the shack, looking around on the hillside with a pair of loose sleepy eyes, looking for An Ruoxi. Seeing from a distance that she was wearing only a blue shirt, cleaning the wounds of the "Iron Hoof Dragon", he turned around and walked into the shack, leaned over and picked up the cotton robe that An Ruoxi had draped on him, tiptoed behind her, and gently draped the cotton robe for her.

"You're awake. Dressed so thinly, beware of freezing. An Ruoxi turned around and smiled at Yang Guangyan, picked up Yang Guang's brocade robe from the "Iron Hoof Dragon", and showed him it in his hand, "Look, it's been frozen all night, and it's full of ice ballast, and you have to bake it well before you can wear it." Go back to your hut and lie down. ”

Yang Guang took his brocade robe, and really felt that it was covered with ice, frozen as hard as a stick. He took the brocade robe in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to turn around and go back to the shack, but smiled and leaned over to the "Iron Hoof Dragon" to look at the wound on its back buttocks: the original piece of flesh and blood was blurred, but after An Ruoxi's careful cleaning, he could clearly see the two scabs cut by the claws of the golden leopard.

"We can't stay here any longer, we have to find our way out of the mountains today. Luckily, the Iron Hoof Dragon's injuries are not serious, and I will have to point to it in the future. ”

Yang Guang affectionately patted the head of the "Iron Hoof Dragon", the horse seemed to be human, shaking his head and snorting at Yang Guang one after another, as if to tell him that he was almost good, and he could carry his master on the road at any time.

"Where's Blackie?" Yang Guang nodded to the "Iron Hoof Dragon", indicating that he understood its meaning, and immediately looked up at the pine tree where the "Black General" lived last night.

"It flew down the hill early in the morning to find its way." An Ruoxi replied with a smile next to her.

"Is it your church's pathfinder?" Yang Guang looked at An Ruoxi in surprise and asked.

"It took more than half an hour to get it to understand what I meant." An Ruoxi nodded and smiled, "Quick, take the brocade robe to the fire and dry it, if everything goes well, we can leave at noon." ”

Yang Guang recalled that last night he seemed to call An Ruoxi his sister in the confusion, at this time, listening to her tell himself like this, as if he was a relative, the strangeness he still had in his heart to An Ruoxi disappeared without a trace, and he took An Ruoxi's hand, and he must return to the fire with him to warm up and roast the fire, and he was willing to stop. An Ruoxi couldn't help him, so he had to follow him back to the fire and sit down, looking at the vast white snow on the mountain, and muttered: "I just don't know if Xiao Hei can find the way out of the mountain, I want to go out of the mountain today, I'm afraid it will be ten times more difficult than yesterday." ”

Yang Guangyin had a skin-to-skin kiss with An Ruoxi last night, and seemed very excited, at this time he took her hand, sat down by the fire together, and was about to make a breakfast for An Ruoxi, when he suddenly heard An Ruoxi say that today's road is much more difficult than yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel angry, while holding the pheasant that the "black general" captured yesterday, thinking about how to roast it to eat, and it was more delicious, while scolding stupidly: "Last night we lit a fire on this hillside overnight, Yu Xiaoren, Li Hun didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't come to save us. When we get out of the mountain, I have to scold them to relieve my anger. ”

An Ruoxi saw that he was staring at the pheasant in his hand, but scolded Yu Xiaoren and Li Hun in his mouth, knowing that he had played the young master's temper, and there was no need to be too serious with him, so he handed him a pine branch and signaled him to still follow his practice of roasting a hare last night, put the pheasant on the pine branch, and put it in the fire to roast.

Yang Guang refused to copy her routine, and vaguely remembered that before the crossing, he didn't know which book he had read about the practice of "calling flower chickens", so he wanted to draw a gourd in the same way, and made a "flower chicken" for An Ruoxi to eat, took the pine branch handed by An Ruoxi and put it aside, and pulled out a piece of wet mud from the ground to wipe it on the pheasant.

"What are you doing here?" An Ruoxi obviously hadn't seen such a method of roasting chicken, and watched with interest as Yang Guang didn't even pluck his hair, smearing wet mud on the pheasant one by one, and asked curiously.

"You see, wrap the pheasant tightly with wet mud, and then put the chicken in the fire to roast for half an hour, and then peel off the layer of mud that wraps the chicken outside, and the soil will naturally pluck not a single hair from the pheasant, leaving only a smooth whole chicken, which can be eaten." Yang Guang was a little proud, and while introducing the method of "calling flower chicken" to An Ruoxi in detail, he had already wrapped the chicken tightly in wet mud and threw it into the fire.

"Aren't you going to gut the chicken first?" An Ruoxi listened to Yang Guang's explanation, lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then raised her head in confusion and asked Yang Guangdao.

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Yang Guang wasted a pheasant in vain, and was speechless, so he had to get up with embarrassment and go to get the second pheasant to try to make his so-called "flower chicken".

At this moment, the "Black General" flew back.

An Ruoxi had just picked up a pine branch and pulled out the pheasant that Yang Guang had thrown into the fire before, wanting to take remedial measures to avoid waste, when he suddenly saw the "black general" flying back, he immediately dropped the pine branch in his hand, stood up, and greeted him.

However, the "Black General" failed to bring back good news to the two, but when he saw it fluttering its wings and flying up the hillside, he did not stop and stopped, but only circled back and forth around the hillside, flying non-stop.

"Blackie, which direction is the way out of the mountain?" Although An Ruoxi faintly felt that the "Black General" had failed to find the way out of the mountain during this trip, he still did not give up, and first designated a direction with his hand, and asked the "Black General" who was hovering and flying in the air, hoping that it could give a clear answer.

However, An Ruoxi pointed out in all directions, and the "black general" failed to give a clear instruction.

"Blackie, stop. It's hard for you, for even the best hunters may not be able to find their way to the mountains, for even the best hunters have never been here, even if you, like me, have never been here. In the end, An Ruoxi reluctantly instructed the "Black General" to fly down to Yang Guang's shoulder, and said with a wistful expression.