In the end, he gave Kitty a domineering name, called Chasing the Wind. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

It was the name of the mythical bird in the story mentioned by Qiu Lao, which finally made the eaglet more satisfied.

The green grass, chasing the wind and Xiaobai are running far away.

Jige looked at the picturesque scenery, but he didn't expect so many things to happen in just a few days.

"Now that the wound of Chasing Wind has healed, shouldn't we go back to Akiyama Town?" Gig asked.

"Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to Ah Long and Ah Hu." Qing Liu'er nodded, her words full of worry.

"Then let's go, speaking of which, these children are still quite innocent and cute."

Gig remembered the first time he entered the village and was tortured by the two little ghosts.

"Xiaobai chased the wind, come and gather." Gig formed a trumpet with both hands and said in a high voice.

"They love to play here, too." Qing Liu'er tugged at the hem of her skirt and spoke.

"This is really a fairyland on earth, and I will always remember the stories that happened here." Gig grabbed Chasing Wind and put it on his shoulder, and said, "And you." ”

"If I have the chance, I think I'll come back here." Qing Liu'er also sighed with emotion.

"Huh." Chasing Wind stood on Gig's shoulder and screamed, his wings flapping.

"You see, Chasing Wind misses it too." Qing Liu'er looked sideways and chuckled.

"No, it should have something to say."

Jige also looked at the eaglet who was a little abnormal, and he knew a lot about it in the past few days of training, and he knew a lot about it, although he was usually happy, he would make a "hehe" sound, but he would definitely not flap his wings so weirdly.

After flapping his wings for a while, he slid to Gig's feet, pecked at the hem of his robe, and motioned to follow him.

The two followed all the way, and they actually came to the top of the crescent moon again, chasing the wind and flying in front, guiding them to the underground palace.

The last time Gig came here, he saved Kitty Hawk.

Seeing that Qiu Lao was seriously injured, he was kind enough to spare his life, but he forgot the real purpose of his coming here.

Now Qiu Lao's figure is not here, I'm afraid that he would have picked up the treasure and fled

Qing Liu'er also had an apologetic look in her eyes, obviously thinking of this as well.

Following all the way, chasing the wind flew through the hall and landed on a vase in the inner hall. The vase is very large, half a human in height, ceramic style, the bottle is upright, full of beauty, and the autumn wind leaves are painted on it.

When I entered the inner hall, I saw Chasing Wind spread his paws, stood on the edge of the bottle and shook for a while, pouring out a large number of things from the bottle.

There are pitch-black abacus, small jade pendants, and various picture scrolls and papers, Yu Xiao, which poured out all the swords that were hidden before.

Jige saw the Thrilling Sword at a glance, and felt that it was exactly the same as the sword in the dream that day, and the whole body of the sword had a red glow.

I didn't expect to meet here, Qiu Lao's search was fruitless, and he was hidden by chasing the wind.

Chasing Feng picked up the sword and handed it to Ji Ge, and then pulled out a string of jade stones from the ground and gave it to Qing Liu'er, which surprised the two of them for a while.

Xiaobai screamed dissatisfied.

The sword is full of brilliance, the carving is clumsy, and the picture of the Nine Dragons arch pillars attached to the scabbard is the icing on the cake, which is more powerful and domineering, and the touch is cold and warm, which makes him love it.

"Look at this." While Jige was admiring the sword, Qing Liu'er brought over a map.

"It turns out that this is the West Wind Underground Palace, and there are these," Ji Ge pointed to several places on the map and said: "The places where we came, the Tibetan Wind Cave, the Gathering Water Cave, the Hook Fire Pavilion, and the Guiding Thunder Cave are all marked on them. ”

"There's a direct exit to the outside world, which makes it much easier for us." Qing Liu'er glanced at him and said, and immediately touched the jade on her wrist with love. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

"Chasing the wind, your means of giving gifts are no problem." When Jige got such an incomparably domineering sword, he naturally couldn't stop smiling.

On the side, the chasing wind will continue to be thrown in the air to celebrate.

"This sword in your hand is not simple, look at this." Qing Liu'er took out the parchment roll and handed it to Jige.

"Wow, this sword is not small." After Ji Ge read it roughly, he put the Shocking Sword behind his back, held the hilt of the sword and said: "Obviously, in this bloody and bloody rivers and lakes, the rise of a peerless master is unstoppable. ”

He carried two swords behind him, and it seemed that there was some figure of the second son.

"Look at the nearby secret passages, let's get out quickly" Qing Liu'er pouted, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"I can't pull this sword."

He really couldn't pull the sword, and even with all his might, the blade still didn't come out of its sheath.

Floating mountain reef, wind and sand are still there.

Jig and the two came to the intersection, where a group of children were squatting and leaning under the big tree.

The younger children were already crying and crying, to the point of sadness.

They are still children, and they should be carefree, and they should offset the fate they don't know with the laughter of every day.

Maybe one day I will be scared and cry by the bloody python in front of me, but now, maybe I am sad just because I can't see Qiu Lao.

They may not know that people who have been with each other for so long leave so easily.

The children came up in twos and threes, looking depressed, and Ah Hu said, "Sister Qing, Grandpa Qiu is gone, and he hasn't come back for a few days." ”

Ji Ge couldn't bear it, so he glanced at Qing Liu'er, and smiled at them: "Don't cry, everyone, Qiu Lao has a very important thing to do, and he can't come back for the time being." ”

"Grandpa Qiu went hunting in the mountains, catch the best pheasants for you, and then my sister will take care of you, okay" Qing Liu'er also smiled, grabbed the little hand of one of the children and said kindly.

"Okay." The child is innocent.

Qing Liu'er has some unique rendering charm, and Jige can't help but give her a thumbs up when she sees it.

"Do you want Brother Ji to tell you a joke?" Gig hugged the crying child and scratched his nose gently.

A few children stared at each other, and then sat down under the roots of the old tree and listened with relish.

"A rich man hired a teacher to teach his son to read. On the first day, the teacher taught to write "one, two, three", "one" is "one horizontal", "two" is "two horizontal", "three" is "three horizontal", the rich man's son thought "the original word is so simple", and told the rich man that he had learned to write, the rich man was very happy, so he took a test of him, and asked him to write a "hundred" word, he immediately picked up the pen and wrote it for a long time before it was written, and showed it to the rich man, the rich man fainted on the spot, and it turned out that he drew a hundred horizontal lines on the paper.

Gig painted and imitated the movements inside, and the children were naturally amused and laughed.

"Let your sister Qing come too," Jige said with a smile.

Qing Liu'er blinked, glared at him, and muttered:

"Once upon a time, there was an old showman, who was very happy to have a son, and named his son Age. A year later, his wife gave birth to another son, and he named his second son, Xuewen, and after another year, he had another son, which he thought was a joke, so he named his third son Joke.

After more than ten years, the three sons grew up, all of them could not be literate, one day Lao Xiucai asked his three sons to go up the mountain to chop wood, when his sons came home, Lao Xiucai asked his wife: Sons, how to cut

She replied; There is a lot of age, there is no knowledge at all, and there are a lot of jokes"

There is nothing wrong with the joke, Jige looked at Qing Liu'er's eyes, and always felt a little proud.

Under the roots of the old trees, the atmosphere is peaceful.

Xiaobai and Chasing Feng were both arranged to check outside, which was requested by Qing Liu'er, mainly for fear of scaring the child, after all, the little wolf was too big.

Qingliu'er was busy cooking, and Jige stayed there, teaching them some Chinese characters and talking about some fun and interesting things that happened when they were children.

For example, when I was a child, I caught frogs in the field, caught dragonflies, and learned about it, and there were some simple interactive entertainments, such as throwing sandbags and playing skipping rope, and a group of children naturally yearned for what he said.

In this monotonous and poor childhood, those little eyes full of curiosity flashed with a blank look at happiness.

"Then you also have to share with me the things that make you happy and happy, okay?"

Gig suddenly found that it was a joy to be with such a group of children.

"Okay." The children echoed.

"Those who have a voice must raise their hands first." Gig held out his right hand and gave them a demonstration.

"Okay, I'll do it first." A child in the stage of tooth change stretches out his little hand, and his face is apple-red.

"I like to roll down the sand slopes because it makes me feel like I've turned the world upside down."

"I like it"

With shy and shy expressions on his immature faces, he shared precious happy memories, and also made Jige fully understand the cruelty of this era.

These children can be happy because they have exchanged the firewood they have picked up on the mountain for sweet tribute candy, or they can cry with joy when they are hungry for a long time.

Gig couldn't laugh anymore, and there was a deep shock and sourness on his face.

They didn't have parents, and all the things they talked about happiness were all kinds of animals, all kinds of physical trauma that they remembered.

They can smirk and point to an indelible scar on his body and tell you what stupid things he did when he was old.

This world is cruel, even if there are lucky people, but more than that, there are these children who live a difficult life but still have a smile on their faces.

Thankfully, there is no ridicule here, and they can share the pain they have experienced with a proud voice, which is what they consider to be a happy thing.

Perhaps it is this kind of young and ignorant bravery that makes them more suitable for the essence of "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers" before facing the storm.

Jige secretly wiped his tears, and he suddenly had a feeling that even though the times were different, the emotion of sharing his happiness with others from the bottom of his heart had no boundaries.

He made up his mind to give his children a happy childhood.

In any case, he will send his children to the nearest private school, so that they can learn and thrive together like other children.

"I'll sing you a song." Shan Yi sat on the stone platform and looked at them.

Jig shook his body from side to side, holding the child's hand and waving, and sang in a melodic voice:

"My nostalgia as a child was to make a wish to the sky

At that time, the sky was blue, and the sunset would not be sweet

I love your smiling faces

There is sweetness that can melt the horizon

I want to be with you every day

Watching the sunset makes the autumn birds fly farther

I didn't think about any vicissitudes

I just want to follow my strong beliefs all the way

Clasp hands with each other and cross the limelight

Where there is a dream, there is infinity"

After lunch, the children went to rest.

When the scorching sun shines in the sky, under the old locust tree, there is especially residual shade.

Gig laboriously pulled down the two ropes that had fallen from the tree, and found a small smooth log to tie the ends together.

"What are you doing" Qing Liu'er walked over and asked.

"If you can't sleep, you can go out and move." Gig smiled at her and continued to do what he did.

All he had to do was a simple little swing, and he had a happy childhood, and he had done all kinds of things that were endlessly fun, but in his heart, he still felt that there was nothing more pleasant than swinging and watching the leaves fall in the fall.

Qing Liu'er sighed and stood beside her. She is incomprehensibly beautiful, with a powerful aura that cannot be ignored, even if she doesn't speak there, it will make people feel a little ashamed.

"Why haven't you rested" Jige looked at her strangely, then pointed to the small swing and asked, "How is it, do you want to give it a try"

The rope of the swing hangs down to half a human height, the soft sand under the feet is very controlled, and the swing tension is well controlled.

"How to try" Qing Liu'er asked with a soft hum.

"Come, sit down." Ji Ge held the rope and checked it again, and then instructed Qing Liu'er.

Qingliu Kodama's hand gently held the hem of her skirt, her smart eyes were slightly uneasy, and she stroked the rope and sat down slowly.

The August wind was cool and the yellowing leaves of the locust trees fell on her long silky hair.

The autumn breeze caresses the cheeks, bringing a bit of poignant feeling, it is not colder than the winter wind, nor is it more hot and lazy than the summer wind, and there is no gentle and delicate spring breeze, only with the slightest coolness and loneliness, gently and quietly, penetrating people's hearts.

On the swing, the smiling woman has a faint dimple, and a smile arouses a slight ripple in her heart, just like flying, very light.

She smiled very happily, which made Shan Yi very satisfied, and was able to make the people around him happy, maybe this is what he wants to do at the moment.

"Not bad," Gig asked, smiling.

"Well, how did you come up with that" Qing Liu'er grabbed the rope with both hands, her smile was pure and sweet, and her calves were rippling to the fullest, and she was snow-white.

"This, it's the crystallization of wisdom left by my predecessors, I'm just painting a scoop according to the gourd, and I'm just learning from it." Gig said frankly.

There are a total of thirteen children here, after an open chat in the morning, Jige has a deep impression of these little friends, looking at the rope and log prepared on the ground, Shan Yi wiped the sweat on his forehead, and was ready to continue the second one.

He wants to make a little swing for each of the children before they wake up from their lunch break, and give this group of innocent and lovely children a little surprise, as a thank you for their happiness in the morning

When Jige was thinking like this, Qing Liu'er had already gotten off the swing, looked at Jige and said, "I'll help you."

"That's not necessary, you are responsible for beauty, and I am responsible for building, you can rest assured." Jige declined, feeling a little moved in his heart.

Tiredness is certain, but he just wants to do something purely for these children, and do his best.

The old locust tree has lush branches and deep roots.

Jig climbed to the trunk of the tree, unloaded the rope that was wrapped around his waist, and began to compare the lengths, hanging them one by one on the thick branches, tying them carefully and firmly, then hanging down, and finally tying the logs one by one underneath, and he was done.

Thirteen small swings hang from a large tree, some of which are shaped like wishing trees, swaying and swaying in the gentle breeze.

Jig wiped the sweat from his forehead, full of relief.

"You're really different." Qing Liu'er looked at him quietly, her eyes flickering.

"Oh, you've found it all," Gig grinned, pointing to his head.

Then when Qing Liu'er was waiting for the next sentence, he continued: "I did change my hairstyle today. ”

It's not that he gets carried away, it's just that he thinks it's worth it for the child to no longer sit alone on the stone platform in a daze, no longer look at the sky with a sad face, and be a little tired.