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When the rain stopped, Wan Haoruo took Fanxiang's hand, came out of the cabin, stood at the bow of the boat, and looked at the Kuanrong Mountain more than ten zhang away.

Now it is the scene of the April day in the world, the halfway mountainside is just full of golden rape flowers, and the surrounding rocks are densely overgrown with clusters of green bamboos, which are reflected in the golden waves, green, golden, only these two simple colors complement each other, and it is very good-looking.

The green mountains in front of you, the green water on your feet, the blue sky above your head, the yellow flowers are like the sea, the green bamboo is like ink, the golden and emerald green colors stretch to the sky, and there is only this strong and simple flower language left between heaven and earth. In this flower language, extending to the foot of the mountain, is the people of the world who live here. In the mountains and fields, the wind blows and the flowers shake, such as a huge bonsai, in this April day, under the dizzying blue sky, and the blue waves near the water, and the village people reflect each other, there are "the fence is sparse and the path is deep, and the trees and flowers are not shady." The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly and flew into the cauliflower nowhere to be found", which is very good.

The beauty of this mountain wilderness, to the simple, to the pure, straight to the heart, in such a simple and beautiful place, it is like returning to the original intention when departure.

At the foot of the mountain and in the middle of the mountain, there are more than ten natural villages built by the mountain, connected into a piece, and live here to form a Wan village, but it is not a Wan family. Buildings built by the mountain, the stilted buildings of the structure of the top of the mountain are lined up one after another, scattered, looking at it from a distance, it is very spectacular. At this time, the villagers can be seen in the village wearing the traditional Wanjia indigo dyeing costumes.

Wan Haoruo raised his hand to make a pergola in front of him, eager to see these close fellow villagers and his childhood friends there.

The clear and calm water is still as it was 100,000 years ago, passing through the village, and the wind and rain bridges with unique shapes have endured wind and rain for a long time, and still span both sides of the strait, witnessing the four seasons and years of the 100,000 years of Kuo Rong Mountain.

In the Wanzhai of Kuanrong Mountain, the Danmu wooden attic, the gray-black green tiles, and the terraced fields next to the village are now really appearing in front of Fanxiang and Wanhaoruo.

When the boat landed on the shore, Wan Haoru cheered, jumped up, jumped on the shore, turned around, and shouted to Fanxiang: "Brother Fanxiang, come up quickly!"

"Okay. Fan Xiang replied with a smile, led the big green horse, came ashore, and moored the fishing boat under a bamboo shade.

Wan Haoruo tightly held Fanxiang's hand, stepped on the bluestone slab in the village, and slowly entered Wanzhai, smiling and smiling, and couldn't hide a lot of joy in his heart.

Wanzhai covers an area of more than 20 million square meters from the top of the mountain and the bottom of the mountain, with more than 1,500 households and more than 8,000 villagers. There are five troupes in the village, and there are five drum towers, five flower bridges, and five theater stages. The houses in the village are mostly built with Dan wood, the architectural style is simple and practical, the layout is ingenious, the flower bridge, the drum tower, the stream, the stilted building are hidden in each other, and there is the warmth of home habitat in it.

Fanxiang and Wan Haoruo walked on the uneven bluestone slab village road in Wanzhai, but there was no bustle and noise in the village, only a few pedestrians walked on the village road, and when they saw Wan Haoruo, they only nodded symbolically, and said: "Miss Haoruo, you are back!" and left in a hurry, but there was no joy, but a faint sadness. The more you go to the middle of the village, you can faintly hear the mournful cries of some households.

Wan Haoruo was surprised and inexplicable, and looked back at Fanxiang suspiciously, but he didn't know what to say. I had to pull Fanxiang and walk quickly to the ancient and solemn stilted building at the highest point in the village.

The two soon arrived in front of the courtyard of the stilted high-rise building in the middle of the mountainside, only to see the courtyard door open, as if a gust of wind, rushed into the courtyard, and shouted cheerfully: "If it is my aunt, I am back?...... Auntie, where are you, Auntie, I miss you so much!"

Wan Haoruo had doubts in his heart, so he turned into a purple breeze, and soon passed through every room in this stilted building, but there was no aunt.

The search was fruitless, and Wan Hao Ruo returned to Fanxiang's side, looking anxious, but he didn't know what to do.

At this time, I could hear the sound of gold and iron on the top of the mountain behind me, accompanied by the shouting of human voices, and the ping-pong seemed to be fighting fiercely.

"Brother Fanxiang, you first tie the horse to the yard, and let's go to the top of the back mountain to have a look. ”

"Good!"

Fan Xiang tied the big green horse to the shade of the bamboo in the west corner of the compound, looked up at the top of the back mountain, scratched his head, and said: "This back mountain is towering into the clouds, from the bottom to the top, I am afraid that it will have to be dozens of miles,...... Well, let's go!"

The seven gods of Fanxiang are locked for the true fire of Samadhi, most of the demigods can not be used, they can't step on the smoke and clouds, so they have to walk up the mountain, the first few miles of the mountain road is quite gentle, but the more you go up, the steeper it becomes, saying that this mountain road is the road, in fact, it is just that people have walked a lot and stepped out. The two of them walked very slowly on this mountain road, as if Hao Hao was in a hurry, so he waved his hand to summon a strong purple whirlwind, helping Fan Xiang to ride the wind to the top of the back mountain.

Wan Haoruo led the way in front, and soon came to the top of the mountain, where the mountains were rocky, the Dan trees were luxuriant, the green bamboos were thick, and there was no one to live.

I could only hear the southwest corner of the mountaintop, and the faint sound of horns whining, during which there was a faint sound of blades intersecting. The two of them resisted the wind, followed the sound of the horn and hurried forward, zigzagged in the Danmu bamboo forest for several miles, turned a rock, is a green bamboo forest, in front of the bamboo forest is a large meadow.

Fanxiang and Wan Haoruo flashed into the bamboo forest, lightened their steps, went in between the green bamboos, and walked to the edge of the bamboo forest, but did not show their bodies on the grass, and looked sideways, only to see two groups of people standing separately on the grass, each with a hundred and ten people, facing each other. In the middle of the open space, there are two people holding their own weapons, fighting, gold and iron resonate, clanging sounds, and the two sides of the confrontation are sweeping aside. At this time, I only heard the white-haired young man in the brocade robe on the battle array shout, jumped up, returned a golden hook, crossed a golden air wave, hit the opponent's chest, knocked the opponent to the ground, stood still, and then shook his hands, and shrank the gold hook and silver back between his fingers, and the eye-catching hook nose in the middle of his face was raised high, his eyes were over the top, and he looked around, very complacent. On the winning side of the opposite confrontation, two people each held a white flag and waved it at this time. On the two white flags, there is a purple-black white-headed eagle embroidered, with eagle eyes looking around, wings extended, very mighty. Between the two flags stood a young man, the young man was extremely handsome and elegant, wearing a plain white satin brocade robe, wearing a white scarf embroidered with gold edges, not tall, hand-cranked folding fan, luxurious temperament, very leisurely and elegant. Behind him stood four women in white holding small copper stoves of incense. I only heard him cough twice, laughed, and said loudly: "Contemptible people look at the face of Wanqing Yang Wanfu, and reiterate it again, please hand over my Beigong Heavenly Court's most wanted criminal Fan Xiang, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." "The voice is not very loud, but it is beautiful and soft, dense and dense, and the rhyme is very mellow, like a beautiful mezzo-soprano.

In front of the opposing side of the team stood a woman, gray-haired, with a round bun on the back of her head, wearing an indigo-dyed green coat, with her back to Fanxiang and the two, and she could only see that her back was graceful, soft and slender, but she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

The woman stepped forward and waved her hand back, and immediately two people ran out of the team and carried the wounded back in the middle of the lawn, she stepped forward to look at the wounded man's face, carefully examined the wound, frowned slightly, and said calmly to the young man: "I also repeat it again and again, we don't have any fanskrit incense here, you have to arrest people, go and arrest them elsewhere! If there really is such a fanxiang and fanstinking thing, I don't need you to give me any face,...... I don't need to. "The voice is calm, soft and powerful.

When Wan Haoruo heard this, he turned his head to look at Fan Xiang, couldn't help covering his mouth, smiled, and said softly: "Brother Fan Xiang, if my aunt says that you are Fan Xiang, well, Fan Xiang, Fan smelly, smelly, so smelly, hehe, laughing to death." "Cover your nostrils and have fun.

Fan Xiang turned his head, looked at the little guy, suddenly felt childlike, stuck out his tongue, hehe, smiled awkwardly, and then continued to listen to all the information on this battlefield.

"Yes, our scout squad leader Eagle Strike saw your niece Wan Haoruo with his own eyes, calculate the time, he should have already returned to your Wan Village. You still don't admit it, it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking,...... Very good!" After laughing, he turned back to the back and said: "The eagle strikes the air, the eagle strikes the water, it seems that the opportunity for your two brothers to make contributions has come today, go ahead, give them a little more color." ”

"Yes, follow the orders of the Lord of Murong County!" The white-haired young man with a hooked nose from before stepped out first and bowed to the white-robed young man, followed by a young man who looked a little similar to him. Both stood up at the same time.

Two young men with strong blood also jumped out of Wanzhai, holding an iron hammer, standing in front of the Eagle brothers, without showing weakness.

The Eagle Strike and the Eagle Strike Water brothers looked at each other and smiled, the hooked nose of the Eagle Hit Nose shrugged upward, revealing a mouthful of fangs, white light, and said in unison: "Flat him!" After finishing the words, they waved their hands together, and at the sound of choking, the Eagle Hit the Air and his hands turned into gold hooks and silver strokes, and the Eagle Hit the Water hands turned into iron claws and copper fingers, each of them rowed and pulled, and slowly approached the two young men with iron hammers, and shouted: "Friend, you don't know how to die, then we will be rude." The eagle's words seemed to be a warning, but in fact, the sound reached the claw, and the iron claw of his left hand clenched into a dustpan-sized fist and struck directly at the iron hammer man. With a bang, the hammer-wielding iron three-handed dance double hammer stopped his chest, and was knocked back by a blow, his hands trembled, and a trace of blood couldn't help but flow from his mouth. The eagle hit the water and laughed, and did not pursue. The eagle struck the air without saying anything, facing the other hammer maker Tie Si, shook his body, turned over, and swung the silver back, when there was a muffled sound, the other hammer bearer Tie Si slashed the silver with a large iron hammer in his right hand, and his right hand immediately broke away from the body, and flew away with the hammer, and took a few steps backwards. The eagle struck the air and saw that the blow was successful, and went forward, the golden hook in his right hand turned into an eagle's claw, and went straight to Tie Si's face and body, ah, a scream, Tie Si abandoned the hammer with both hands, pressed his face, and blood oozed from his fingers, and a piece of scalp was dug off the top door of his face, and his front shirt was torn, from the chest to the lower abdomen, and to the thigh, a finger-wide wound did not know how deep, the flesh and blood were rolled, and the blood was dripping, and he couldn't stop screaming: "Help me, save me!" fainted in pain. The hammer man was shocked, screamed bitterly: "Brother, ......", in a panic, he had to swing the hammer in his left hand in a hurry, and hit the face of the eagle hitting the water, the eagle hit the water and was not in a hurry, he waved his copper finger at will, the two slammed into each other, and with a bang, a copper-colored light wave flashed, and Tie San took a few steps backwards, and finally couldn't help it, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight to the ground.

On the sidelines, everyone in Wanzhai was shocked and grabbed it together. Two of them went to help Tie Three, two went to Fu Tie Four, and five of them drew their blades and attacked the two brothers regardless of their lives. The two brothers Eagle Strike Air and Eagle Strike Water were originally decisive soldiers, seeing this formation, they did not panic, one of them waved an iron claw with his left hand, and one hit a golden hook with his right hand, jumped up, swept over, and knocked these five Wanzhai warriors out at the same time, spurting blood from their mouths, and fell to the ground. The golden hook passed by, and the aftermath continued unabated, and a flash of golden light scorched the weeds on the ground, and the iron claws were castrated, clenched into a fist, and struck out hard, blasting a huge rock into powder.

When the rest of the people in Wanzhai saw this momentum, they were all shocked, but when they saw that the brothers of the Eagle family raised their hands and feet, they injured several strong men in Wanzhai, and the rest of the people were already worried in their hearts.

On the battlefield, there was silence like midnight, and the sound and breathing could be heard clearly.

Looking at this situation, Fanxiang was a brave and decisive man, and he had never been afraid when he fought the sky, at this time, he saw that the people in Wanzhai were affected by himself, and he thought in his heart, life and death are hindered, how can he let others be involved for himself, and he was angry and angry when he saw this fiasco, he could no longer bear it, and he pulled out the broken knife, threw the broken knife vigorously, and inserted it directly into the middle of the two armies, so as to prevent the Beigong warriors from further abusing and killing the Wanzhai soldiers, and then, an arrow step rushed out of the bamboo forest and stepped on the middle of the grass where the two armies were fighting.