Empty words skirted the winding path, brushed past the branches of flowers that blocked the view, and came to a somewhat shady cave.

It was a little dim inside, and the candles had long since been extinguished. Twist the wax oil and warm it.

There was no one inside, and he shouted twice, and when he searched for no result, he took the fruit from the stone table, and went away again.

On the wide mountain road, several horse-drawn carriages walked slowly forward.

"Madam, there is Liuzhou ahead."

It was the grandmother who was in the temple that day.

Wiping the sweat on her head, Mama lifted the corner of the curtain and returned to Mrs. Bai in the carriage.

"Hmm." Madame White's voice was a little weak.

Lifting the curtain of the car window, Madame Bai looked at the lush spring scenery outside the window, and a shallow smile disappeared before the corner of her mouth fell, like a flash in the pan.

Mrs. Bai's real name is Mu Qiang, and her husband Bai Zhan is a swordsman. A red knife was in his hand, and I don't know how many innocent or evil people were slaughtered.

Mrs. Bai was robbed to the house by Bai Zhanqiang, and at the beginning, because of this, Mrs. Bai's family was very dissatisfied with Bai Zhan. Later, with Bai Zhan's efforts, Mu Qiang's family's good impression of him also accumulated little by little, and agreed to their marriage.

Bai Zhan only married Mu Qiang, and he was also very considerate and concerned about her. It stands to reason that she should be very happy.

However, Mu Qiang believed in Buddhism. Marrying such a man may also be a bit torturous for her.

Mu Qiang is frail and has a slight asthma. was cared for like a baby by Bai Zhan, and Bai Zhan was not going to have a child, because he liked Mu Qiang too much and didn't want her to have a little accident.

This child was Mu Qiang insisted on, she wanted to leave the crystallization of the relationship between the two, Bai Zhan could only agree.

The child's name Mu Qiang has already been thought of, so he will be called Bai Mo.

Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

Before meeting Bai Zhan, Mu Qiang wanted to marry such a gentle son. Now, although the results are different, they are also happy.

However, Mu Qiang still hopes that her child is a gentle and elegant person, who knows poetry and books, and knows etiquette. If you are willing to practice martial arts, it is also good.

Liu Liu squatted next to the small fence, watching the little yellow chicken peck, and raised her head to look at her from time to time.

"Dango."

Liu Liu exclaimed with a sigh that she actually preferred one that could fly.

In her memory, there was a bird watching her from the branches, gray-green wings, a circle of white on its head, black eyes rolling around, tilting its head, as if talking to her.

There was a knock on the open courtyard door.

"Miss Liu." It was a boy in a blue coat with a circle of white sable fur on his shoulders.

The man stood under the octagonal door, his eyebrows and eyes were warm, and his smile was shallow.

"Your Excellency?" Liu Liu patted the hem of her clothes and stood up.

"Jiang Chi, Jiang Cheng is my little brother." The man's voice was clear, like a jade slap.

"Is there something wrong?" Liu Liu replied indifferently.

Probably didn't expect her to be so polite, Jiang Chi smiled helplessly and continued.

"Miss Liu, can you give me a cup of tea?"

"Of course." Liu Liu stepped into the house, and the blue hem of the clothes slid out a beautiful arc the moment he turned around.

Jiang Chi's eyes seemed to have a streamer, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he followed into the house.

Probably, I didn't expect that I would be so unpopular.

Spring is here again, and Fei Ling (see Chapter 12) and a group of younger brothers have started a happy little day again.

Fei Ling is a beautiful pulsatilla, and a refined one. He had a master before, and then, when the master was gone, he became a bird without a home.

Pulsatilla is not migratory, unlike the little swallow, which flies south when winter comes.

But Fei Ling is special because he is different from ordinary pulsatillas, he can transform into human form.

Although, he was not satisfied with the appearance of turning into a human form at all.

In his heart, the tall and sturdy martial artist is the template he wants to transform. Because, Takeo can eat a lot of things that he saw with his own eyes.

When he followed his master, the master's friend was Takeo, with thick black eyebrows, round eyes, broad shoulders and a round waist, and he could eat a tube of rice every day.

Fei Ling drooled over the man several times. By the way, he also liked the look in Nawufu's eyes. Aggressive and aggressive.

He loved it.

Later, however, under the coercion of his master, he became a six-year-old child.

At one point, he angrily asked his master to buy him cherries for a month. The red cherries, the fresh flesh, a mouthful, very happy.

In fact, he simply didn't want to make his master sad. The master was always silent in those days, and the whole person was sad as if he was being stared at by an eagle.

Now, the owner is gone. He allowed himself to grow from a six-year-old boy to seventeen or eighteen.

However, he liked the appearance of his bird's body, with bright and smooth feathers and a white circle on his head like a crown. Pacing around the water's edge, Fei Ling was extremely pleased with his outstretched wings and beautiful shadow.

With his head down, Fei Ling saw his "crown" in the water, and his wings brushed over it, which was so beautiful.

Fei Ling couldn't help but dance at the water's edge.

"Wow, there's a stupid bird there, pure."

"He's actually dancing, dancing like he's going to kill himself."

"yes, he's so close to the water's edge that he's going to jump."

"He probably has a tree in his head."

"No, it hit a rock."

……

On the branches on the side, two white birds waved their wings and discussed, their eyebrows fluttering.

You're stupid birds, your whole family is stupid birds.

Fei Ling scolded in his heart, disdainful of seeing these stupid birds.

"Look, he flies beautifully."

"It's not beautiful at all, look at me, I'll fly it to you."

Flapping Ridge spread its wings, and Fei Ling flew away. Over the creek, over the trees, over the courtyard. Finally, stop in an orchard.

Inside, his little brother was playing on the cherry trees one by one.

The cherry blossoms had long since gone, and there were a few white flowers that looked a little lonely among the withered brown wilts.

The green fruit was already hanging on the branches, and his little brother was looking greedily at the green fruit, pecking at the leaves twice from time to time.

Hey! I really don't know. Fei Ling sighed in his heart, he had seen piles of red ripe fruits in front of him.

After greeting the little brothers who were still lingering on the cherry tree, Feiling flew again.

Behind him, the younger brothers were admiring his beautiful feathers and vigorous posture.

Alas! Is.

Fei Ling came to a house. There are beautiful pavilions and picturesque windows.

Fei Ling stopped at the peach blossom tree in the garden. The peach blossoms are extremely beautiful, and the posture is Xuanyan.

Fei Ling saw that the peach blossoms were blooming beautifully, so he had the idea of playing. Landing on the branch of the flower, moving his steps, he saw a beautiful flower, approached his head, and pecked it.

One bite is not enough to peck the petals off, so take a few more bites.

Feiling pecked at the peach blossom on a flower branch, the flower branch trembled, and the petals fell one by one.