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Fanxiang galloped to the west, but in the faint wind, but could always hear the little fox far behind, mournful neighing, as if the child had lost the mother's cry, and finally couldn't bear it, so he pulled the reins of the horse and returned along the same road. Looking up, in the distance, I saw that the little fox was rushing towards me, and I thought that I was overjoyed.

He jumped off his horse and crouched down, and the little fox screamed for joy, and jumped into his bosom, and rubbed his head against his bosom, and made great affection.

"Alas, we are all fallen people at the end of the world, okay, then I will take you first, and when I find your house, you will go to your family together. He gently stroked the little fox's head and neck with his hand, feeling melancholy and sighing.

The little fox blinked two eyes like blue jewels, looked at Fanxiang, shiny, stretched out his tongue, and gently licked Fanxiang's palm, which was very gentle and cute.

Walking slowly on the grassland, the trees along the way are scarce, and the weather in April is neither hot nor cold, shining warmly on people. In this way, one man and one fox rode all the way, and two days passed in a flash. The wounds on the little purple fox's body healed very quickly, scarring within one day, and recovering the next morning.

On the second day, on the morning of the 16th day of the fourth month of the other world, the sun was very good, and the brilliant light shone on the grassland, making the grassland look green and brilliant, and the wild flowers bloomed like jewels, which made people feel intoxicated.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the wind from the southwest carried the smell of sweet water, and the big green horse suddenly raised his head, hissing, and was very excited; the nine-tailed fox hid in Fanxiang's arms, and at this time it also poked its head out, sniffed the smell of the wind, and showed an excited expression, and barked in the direction of the south, as if to tell Fanxiang something. The big green horse neighed a few times, and the little purple fox responded to it, and without waiting for the master's command, he turned to gallop and headed southwest. Fan Xiang looked at the boundless grassland, and her heart was also a little dazed, so she galloped southwest from the big green horse, and the speed of the horse was like the wind. The further southwest you go, the more woods there are, and the fog in the forest gets thicker. Running through the forest, the trees are old and vigorous, most of them grow dense leaves like the Dan tree, in this April day, the Dan wood has produced melon-like fruits, and the branches and leaves are still full of red calyxes mixed with black markings, in the woods, some owl-like birds are startled by the sound of passing horses' hooves, fly away from the forest, in the thick fog, you can vaguely see their bodies like dragons dragging a dog's tail behind their long feathers. Along the way, I occasionally saw three or five white wild horses with bird-like wings, playing and running leisurely in the forest meadows, hearing the sound of galloping hooves, and only looking up curiously, and then, stretching their huge wings, breaking through the air; ...... The forest is full of fog, misty, dreamlike, like stepping into a secret realm.

The little purple fox screamed a few times, suddenly got out of Fanxiang's arms, jumped off the horse, ran forward with a smoke, jumped like the wind, and soon disappeared into the mist in the forest in front of him. Fan Xiang saw that the little purple fox ran far forward, and she was very reluctant in her heart, and worried about her safety, so she took the reins and rode her horse and chased after him.

After running for a long time, he came out of the forest. Suddenly open up in front of you, only to see a big river called Tiaoshui, the water flow of the river is soothing, the light waves are slight, from the east of the Kuanrong Mountain through the gorge, to the west meandering into the sea, the stones on the shore of the water are like beautiful jade, reflecting the sun, glowing with colorful beautiful colors. The aquatic plants are swaggering, the fish swim leisurely in the water, and the thousand-year-old turtle lies quietly on the bottom of the water near the shore, not frightened by the wind and waves.

The surface of the water was still shrouded in mist.

The fog fills the water, the mist is ethereal, full of spirituality, floating on the surface of the river, undulating with the wind, changing rapidly, like a light yarn wrapped around a plain satin, also like a white dragon swimming in the mountains, sometimes up and down, sometimes swaying left and right, steaming up from the water surface, fluttering and wandering in the fresh landscape, strange and magical. The fog on the surface of the water will occasionally roll over by the blowing of the breeze, showing the fisherman who casts the net, swinging in the middle of the boat, as if swimming in the painting, imagining that if the sun rises in the east or the sun sets, the fog on the water surface will be more and sometimes less, or thick and light, or near and far away, like a dream, like a fairyland.

There are many natural green bamboos along the shore of Tiaoshui, Fanxiang walks on the waterside trail on the shore, the zigzag trail extends along the water, and the mountains and flowers are full of flowers next to the trail, but he really does not have a good mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery of this misty water at this time.

He looked around, looking for the little purple fox.

I was at a loss in my heart, and suddenly I heard the sound of a flute in the thick fog on the water surface, and there was a sound of the flute in the distance, the sound of the flute was soft and graceful and beautiful, the rhyme was cold, and it should be accompanied by the sound of the oars, and the sound of the flute was getting closer and closer, and then, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and someone sighed faintly. This sigh, after the gentle and soft sound of the flute, under the white mist and sunlight, seemed abrupt and pitiful. Fan Xiang raised his eyes and looked up, only to see that in the thick fog, a leaf of fishing boat was covered with clear sunlight, which had broken through the fog, and the oars were on their own, above the water waves, the sound of the oars was leisurely, swinging the clear waves, crushing the golden waves on the water surface, and slowly approached and entered the shadow of the dense green bamboo on the waterside. The fog on the surface of the water was misty, and there were no other boats except for the fishing boats on the waterside, and there was no one in the four corners. There was only one single passenger in the boat.

Fan Xiang was a little surprised in her heart, and looked intently, and saw that the fishing boat was lying on the side of the bamboo-shaded water nearby, no longer moving. There was a person in the boat, standing at the head of the boat, in the fog, and the figure could be vaguely seen to be petite, dressed in a light purple dark robe, but he couldn't see his appearance clearly. He turned his face sideways, looked at the distant water to the west, blowing a blue jade flute, the wind blew his sleeves, and he didn't move for a long time. In the shadow of the bamboo, the sound of the flute is far away and cold, like the green water under the boat, clear and cold, just like a day in the lonely boat in the cold water, like a person who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Fan Xiang thought to herself, there was no one else here, so she could just ask him about it. Just as he was about to step forward slowly, he suddenly heard the sound of the flute in the boat, and the tone changed sharply to a high pitch, like an arrow in the clouds, agitated, and then suddenly stopped, removed the jade flute from his mouth, and sang softly:-

"Come to friends today, go to the future;

The green grassland, solve my worries;

Come and return with me, the road is long and obstructive;

He is a gentleman, no complaints;

At the foot of Kuanrong Mountain, the green water is light;

Can you travel with him?"

The voice is soft and pure, charming and crisp, the melody is gentle, melodious, affectionate, like a clear spring in the mountains, gurgling and flowing, like a drizzle dripping into the heart, moisturizing things silently.

After the man finished singing, he turned around, raised his head, smiled at Fan Xiang on the high bank, and said: "Big brother, look at the beauty of this water and mist, why don't you and I go on the river and enjoy this peaceful and tranquil country?" The man's voice was soft, delicate, and crisp, the voice of a little daughter.

Fan Xiang listened to this song, the meaning of the words was quaint, as if there was an invitation to each other, and listened to the words of this invitation, so he led the big green horse, and walked to the water's edge under the shade of bamboo, only a few feet away from the fishing boat, at this time, in the fog can already see the appearance of the person. At this time, facing each other, under the shade of the bamboo, in the green mist, the bright sun shone obliquely, and this person looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and it was the girl of the cardamom year. Look at her white skin and snow, her cheeks are a little thin, her nose is straight and beautiful, her eyebrows are picturesque, when she smiles, her cheeks are printed with a shallow pear vortex, when she is angry, her eyes are shy but not angry, and between a smile and a smile, she is always impermanent and unpredictable. She stood on the bow of the boat prettyly, pulled a ball head at random on the top of her head, knotted a thin purple silk, gently hanging behind her cheeks, wearing a lilac deep coat, the placket was very fitting, set off her petite and delicate figure, when the river breeze blew, the clothes danced lightly, as if there was a shyness of the cool breeze.

Although the fragrance is chic and flying, the rules of the master have always been pure and strict, and there are many precepts between men and women, and everyone is strict with themselves. He saw that the other party was a delicate and timid little woman, her complexion was pure and innocent, and she was a little ashamed in this innocent and simple appearance, and she didn't know what to say. He was about to turn around and go back to his side, when he had a strange feeling in his heart, and he always felt a sense of déjà vu with this woman.

When the girl saw him like this, she suddenly smiled, and hurriedly covered her mouth lightly, and said, "Big brother, don't you know me?"

"You, you are ......" Fan Xiang was a little confused, looking at this girl, she always felt as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Big brother, you get on the boat first, let's go...... I'll tell you later!" A sly glint flashed in the girl's eyes, and looking at Fan Xiang's uncertain expression, she couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Fanxiang was speechless and embarrassed, so she had to look around and leave without him.

The girl giggled, swung her oars, rowed the boat close to the shore, stabilized, looked at Fanxiang, two clear and clear eyes turned a few times on his face, and said softly: "Qingqing grassland, relieve my worries; ...... Hehe, big brother, come up quickly, let's go back. ”

Seeing this, Fan Xiang had to lightly jump on the bow of the boat and lead the big green horse into the cabin.

The girl stopped talking, but swung her oars lightly, and there was a sound of oars, and the boat was slowly swinging towards the middle of the water. The girl sang as she sculls,——

"Come to friends today, go to the future;

The green grassland, solve my worries;

Come and return with me, the road is long and obstructive;

He is a gentleman, no complaints;

At the foot of Kuanrong Mountain, the green water is light;

Can you travel with him?"

Under the mist, misty and hazy, the fog is shrouded in the water, and the shore is green green bamboo, along the river, bathed in a veil of mist, a burst of tender mist from the face of the smart caressing, the swaying sound of the green bamboo and the insects and birds, in this soft and lingering song, whispering, reverberating, intoxicating, those hustle, pressure, troubles are as if washed by this water, become clean. As far as the eye can see, the water is clear, the trees are green, the bamboo is green, the wind is light, the mountains are hazy, looming, like a paradise in the landscape painting scroll without pen and ink.

The light boat swings in the heart of the waves, gradually disappearing and getting farther and farther, the song is soft, and the singing is getting lighter, but in the green mist, the sun is warm, the wave shadow floats, the lonely boat is like a leaf, and it goes to the east, and disappears into the depths of the sparkling water.