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In the early morning of the next day, the mountain birds chirped softly and the white doves flew by.

Jig woke up from the light of dawn, and this sleep was extremely peaceful, and it was rare to have a good night's sleep.

The smell of cooked rice in the distant mountain farmhouse is in the air, and with the clear mountain wind, there is a bland and blissful taste.

Jige got up to look, Qingliu'er did not snooze, but chose to get up early to take care of the eagle.

The eagle is wrapped in a large Bundy made by Shan Yi, and the left wing is wrapped with strips of cloth, which is quite a bit of a classic patient with a plaster.

Qing Liu'er's medical skills are still okay, and in just one night, the color of the eagle's entire skin is much better.

So much so that Jige, who is accustomed to eating all kinds of mountain fruits and other green and sour tastes, has become extraordinarily more affectionate and affectionate to the eagle on this sunny morning.

"You're still quite fond of my brother," Gig said as he looked at the wolf rolling in the grass in the distance.

"Where do you come from so many words?" After Qing Liu'er checked the eagle's body, she glared at him, and she was infinitely charming.

"I'd like to stay here for a while, and then I'll take the eagle out when it's healed. What do you think," Gig asked, looking at her.

This time I will take a vacation for myself, and if I go out again, I will really have to part ways and face this sinister human relationship alone.

"Okay." Her long, narrow eyelashes fluttered shallowly, with a focused and serious look.

The air was a little oppressive, and Gig felt uncomfortable with the dreary atmosphere.

He touched his nose, turned his head to look at the scenery in the morning light, and said, "I haven't had time to ask, when will you, the cheap master, be willing to teach me martial arts?"

"Today." Giger's words were unstaggered, and the hand hidden in his sleeve seemed to tremble imperceptibly.

At the top of the crescent mountain, the distant mountains are ethereal, and the morning is late.

Time seems to be long, so that the people who are experiencing it have a sense of torment, and it seems to be short, so that those who recall it later can only feel a moment.

The woman in yellow at the top of the peak has a soft figure, dancing in her clothes, holding a three-foot Qingfeng or a point or thorn, like a white snake spitting letters, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling, walking on four bodies, sometimes light as a swallow, and rising with a sword, it is sharp and solemn.

The green pine in front of her was impressed by her graceful dancing, and when Qing Liu'er only finished making the neighboring station to lead the wind to blow the snow, she had already taken off all the pine hair on her body.

The pine tree has wheel-like branches, and the length of the internodes is indefinite, the crown is fluffy but not compact, and the green pine branches and leaves are like embroidery needles, slender into bundles, if you let a single Yi cut it indiscriminately, it may be possible.

But at this time, a layer of pine needles laid on the ground is not as simple as chopping it indiscriminately.

At the end of each pine needle, there will be a leaf sheath of birth, and what Jige is amazed at is that the ground is covered with a full layer of pine needles with leaf sheaths.

In other words, every time the sword falls, the bottom of the pine needles must be cut off with the blade of the sword to achieve the Rutz effect.

"It's amazing, so what's the key to this swordsmanship," Jige exclaimed.

"The key to blowing snow is to use force to shake and use external force to move the whole body."

Qing Liu'er held a few sword flowers in her hand, and she had already returned the sword into the sheath.

"Are you hiding something from me" Jige took out his peachwood sword and practiced against the branch next to him.

"No Sakura" Qing Liu'er lowered her head, her expression a little evasive.

"I'm working hard to practice swordsmanship now, and I'll at least be able to run away when I'm in danger in the future." Jige waved his sword to cut off a pine branch, and sighed in a tone, as if he was talking to himself: "Actually, I have also thought a lot, if people are destined to part, maybe they can set a date for each other, and as friends, it is good to give a few words of advice and wish a little, so that there will be no regrets." Baidu search literature network, more good free reading. ”

Qing Liu'er stood there, stroking the sword in her hand, and listened quietly.

"I don't know when you'll leave, but I already feel this way, you don't have to lie to me, I'm stupid, I'm not stupid. When I return to Fushan Town and settle down as a child, I will go to the nearest town to earn some money. It's not that you don't know about me, I'm smart, so naturally you don't have to worry about me. I promise you, when I make money, I will take good care of the children of Fushan Town, not only to let them have no worries about food and clothing, but also to let them study and strengthen themselves. Gig simply thought to himself.

"Do you really think so" Qing Liu'er's eyes lit up a lot as she stared at the sword in her hand, and she seemed to be a little moved.

"That's nature." Gig barely complied.

"But," Qing Liu'er pinched the sword, and after her words were sad, she suddenly laughed out loud and said, "I'm not ready to leave."

"What, you're not leaving, so why are you so sad?"

Jige's mood instantly rose from the trough to the peak, and he danced with a wooden sword.

"I haven't taken a bath these days, it's uncomfortable, and besides" Qing Liu'er stopped talking again, revealing a pitiful appearance.

"As long as you're not ready to leave, nothing else matters." Gig patted his chest boldly.

"Coupled with the fact that you mentioned the key, I remembered that the family legend of the snow rising and falling is a woman's swordsmanship, yes, it can't be passed on." She stole a glance at Gig, her eyes dripping.

"Is your family from a woman's swordsmanship?" Jige has a big head, and his swordsmanship is also different from men and women

"Compared with my father, my mother is more prestigious, and the Flying Snow Seven Falls was created by her, and it was my mother who won the first place in the martial arts gate that year. I also defeated my father," Qing Liu'er raised her fist and demonstrated.

"No, I always feel that you have something to hide from me," Gig squinted his eyes and said disdainfully, seeing that she wanted to cover it up, and always felt that something had not come out.

"What are you blushing for, I'm asking you?"

Qing Liu'er really looked like a child who had made a mistake this time, standing with her back to Jige, her face red like an apple.

"In a few days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my mother has already made an appointment with me in the letter to meet me in the town of Russ."

Qing Liu'er's face turned red, as if she had plucked up great courage.

"You're going to take me to meet your parents" Jige was stunned and realized that "how did you get the news and whether your mother invited me?"

"See for yourself." Qing Liu'er threw a roll of notes, and she really couldn't stay.

Jige opened it and saw that the handwriting on it was delicate and delicate, and it was indeed from a woman's hand.

It reads as follows:

Liu'er, a few years away, my mother is very concerned about you, now the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, our family is also reunited, then you will take the second son, together with the ancient Zhai convergence, I and your father, will wait for you there. ”

"No wonder you agreed to teach me martial arts, it turned out that I was afraid that your father would try two tricks on me when the time came, but this is good, the female Rao moves have not been learned, and after a few years, won't you be beaten half to death by your father." Gig laughed, and there was a hint of worry at all.

Qing Liu'er sat on a mountain rock, covering her ears tightly.

After this confession, the two cherish the time they spend together even more.

Although she can't learn how to fly snow, Qing Liu'er still teaches some simple moves.

Jig also trained himself more and more, and his color was about to brighten, and he had already gotten up and started to run down the mountain, training his basic physical fitness.

A simple sword move may be easy to swing once, but if it is swung hundreds or thousands of times in a row, it requires extremely strong physical strength.

Every master must face and endure difficulties and obstacles, so that he can be indomitable and invincible.

What Jige has to do now is to sharpen his state of mind, if he does not have an unwavering belief, it will be difficult to exert the power of this body, he is confident that he will definitely become stronger, because these are two Rao beliefs.

Standing on the rocks that surfaced, Gig flew over quickly, adapting to his body's ability to balance and catch up on the rapids of the waterfall, bearing the force of nature that rushed down dozens of feet.

The trees in the forest are towering, and the sun shines through the dense foliage, reflecting the figure of a teenager.

Jige blows the leaves out of the sword, cutting off a rain of leaves that fly down, constantly improving his reaction ability, and clearly feeling the vitality of nature.

The swordsmanship pointed out by Qing Liu'er in his mind was repeatedly scrutinized by him and gradually became proficient.

The eagle's injuries recovered quickly, perhaps because Qing Liu'er took good care of it, and in just two hours, it was already able to run all over the ground.

Sometimes standing on a high platform, spreading the wings of flesh, swooping down, sometimes standing proudly on the branches, shocking the sky and suppressing the clouds, but also some eagle instincts.

"Brother, come here." Gig snapped his fingers and began his daily training routine.

The eagle poked his head out of Qing Liu'er's arms, his eyes were attached, and then he broke free and quickly ran to Jige.

"Phew," Gig ran a few paces and whistled, motioning for the eagle to come to him.

The "Coo" eagle flapped its wings and ran over comically.

Qing Liu'er turned her head and looked at this pair of living treasures, feeling the changes in them one by one.

Jige and her almost had nothing to talk about, and she naturally regarded Shan Yi as a friend in her heart, perhaps the closest friend, and her face flushed a little blush when she thought about it. Perhaps, in the heart of this woman who is not deeply involved in the world, the subconscious positions herself as a wife.

"Don't call it brother." So she started to worry.

"Then what should I call it," Gig thought about it and felt reasonable, he couldn't call it until late, he had to have a name.

"How do I know, you give it a name." Qing Liu'er couldn't help but finish the previous sentence, and felt that something was wrong, and she was too nosy.

"Of course you have a lot of say, and it's thanks to you for taking care of it." Gig smiled appreciatively at her, and continued, "Look at your wolves, they've been snubbed. ”

The wolf was tall, with strong limbs and a silver glow of white fur, and when he glanced back, he lay down on the soft green grass again, scratching his ears with his front paws, and he was about to carry out his solitude to the end.

The eagle was extremely agile, and at this moment it seemed to feel the loneliness of the wolf, ran to the wolf's side and laughed, spread its wings and climbed onto the wolf's belly, and stepped lightly

It, so the two pets also began to make a mess.

This is the bottom of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, where Jige came down from the mountain and temporarily built a simple house.

"Does your wolf have a name?" asked Gig with a smile as he looked at the frolicking scene in front of him.

"Yes, it's called White." Qing Liu'er couldn't help but smile, and then asked, "Do you remember the woods where I first met?"

"I remember, I was tired and sleepy, lying in the reeds and sleeping, how did I know that I met you, a demon, and you sent it to lick me first, then you stabbed me with a branch, and then pushed me into the waterhole, such a vicious thing is still vivid in my mind, how can I not remember?" said Jiger, pretending to cry bitterly.

"What's the matter, you" Qing Liu'er was busy explaining, but she saw a smile on the corner of Jige's mouth. "I'm talking about the woods, but I haven't seen you."

Qing Liu'er glared at him, signaled to be silent, and continued: "Bai is not raised by me, but half a year ago, in the same woods, I found it.

It was getting dark, and I was about to leave after picking herbs, but when I passed by a mountain road, I heard the cry of wolves in the mountains and forests.

I thought about taking the opportunity to escape, but I didn't want the wolf howl to sound far away, but it was still near, and soon a dozen wild wolves began to gather on the side of the mountain, their eyes were cold, and they were cold.

I remembered what my mother said: If a man meets a pack of wolves, he must not lose his momentum, wolves are extremely intelligent, if they see through them, they are afraid that they will rush to pounce on them, and there will be no survival.

The wolves spotted me and slowly formed an encirclement. There is a wolf in the pack, and if the wolf is killed, the wolf will leave. Having made up my mind, I picked up a branch on the side of the road, and while quietly defending, I carefully observed the wolves

After a stalemate, finally there was a wolf howl behind him, and the wolves began to attack, as soon as I turned around, I saw the wolf, it was covered with black hair, its eyes were fierce and cruel, and a howl took the lead in rushing over, I avoided it sideways, and then took the opportunity to hit the head, the head wolf shook its head and roared, and pounced again, and more than a dozen wild wolves around also launched an attack, although I had a wooden stick to resist, but I could only barely protect myself, and could not hurt them.

After a long time, I felt a little weak, and my arm holding the stick was a little numb, and all but the wolf had been knocked to the ground by me.

Seeing that I was tired, the wolf became even more ferocious, baring its cold fangs, and began to circle around me, ready to strike a fatal blow at me.

The wolf stared at me for a long time, and suddenly jumped high and pounced on me, and a faint white shadow flashed past the corner of my clothes.

I was so exhausted, and with such a high level of concentration, I finally went dark and passed out.

In my dream, someone was touching my face, like my sister.

When I woke up, I saw a white wolf, squatting beside me, its fur shining and white, now probing my forehead with its front paws, and there was a deep affection in its eyes

The wolf seemed to really know me, and when he saw me get up, he circled around me, wagging his tail, and he was very cute.

I fed it the food in my arms and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, I felt that my dress was hanging on something, and when I looked back, it was a wolf biting the hem of my skirt, and there were tears in my eyes.

The wolf was a lonely animal, but now it wanted to be with me, and I was so happy that I took it back.

It's very sensible and spiritual, but I've given it a lot of names, and it's silent. When I named it Bai, it came over and licked my hand, excited like a child. ”

"Your wolf is not simple, it's just the story of me and this ugly eagle, you don't know, so how do you choose a name?" Gig thought, pinching his chin.

"Maybe you can ask Eagle." Qing Liu'er proposed.

"How" Giger was excited.

Qing Liu'er whispered a few words, and Jige looked happy and agreed: "That's it"

The night sky is bright and the stars are shining.

Suddenly there were bursts of men's screams at the bottom of the quiet Valley of Hundred Flowers, as well as the sound of women covering their mouths and chuckling.

"You deserve it, who made you use your own method on a whim," the woman snickered.

"There's nothing wrong with my method," Jig pulled the entangled eagle on his body and said to the woman beside him, "Then you, isn't this name good?"

"The eagle doesn't like it." The woman's smile was undiminished, and she spoke softly, straight to the point.

"He's my younger brother, it's not up to me to be the eldest brother," Jige said domineeringly: "Besides, this ugly eagle is still his own choice." ”

"Huh"

This is the sound of an eagle.

The moonlight is like water, bright and hazy.

On the grass there are two names on the knotted branches, crooked.

Ugly eagle and ugly duck are written respectively.