In the middle of the day, the man was dressed in a black robe with long satin-like hair and lying on a soft couch in the attic. I don't know if I am reading a book in my arms, or a flock of birds in the sky, or a mountain in the distance. His gaze fell on the one opposite the attic. The man put down the scroll, picked up the sword, and walked to the back garden.

It is said to be a back garden, but it is actually a forest. In spring, the spring is full of joy, pear trees, peach trees, and apricot trees. In summer, flowers bloom and ancient trees are in full bloom. All kinds of fruit trees waft with a fruity fragrance. Autumn is golden or fiery red, and in winter the pine is still green. It is a good place to escape the heat and cultivate sentiment, and it is also a good place to practice martial arts.

It's the height of summer, and only one pear tree is still blooming. This pear tree is very pleasing to the cold cang. This pear tree was planted by Hancang Sai and his mother when he was a child. The family has changed dramatically, but this pear tree has not changed. Things are people, not only this tree pear blossom opens.

The Han Cang Festival is the current leader of the martial arts alliance in today's martial arts, a legend in the rivers and lakes. It seems to be because he can live forever. has always been a face of about twenty, standing with many sect elders as if they were juniors.

"Xing'er, I've come to see you." The leader of the martial arts alliance plucked a petal and put it under his nose to sniff. "You can drink pear blossom brew in a few days!" The leader of the martial arts alliance leaned against the tree and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The pear tree didn't know if it was stirred by the wind or something, and shook its branches. A petal pear blossom fell on the top of the head of the martial arts alliance leader. The pear blossoms are white and clear like snow, and the jade bones are icy muscles. The jade-like pure, unflattering and unassuming pear blossom fell on the face of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, adding a little softness to the face of the Han Cang Sacrifice with a somewhat fierce appearance.

"I'm here to see you." The leader of the martial arts alliance spoke to the pear tree as if there was someone beside him, put down his sword and took down the petals that fell on his face.

In the era of the Han Cang Festival, the little Han Cang Festival was wronged and ran to the pear tree to cry secretly. Slowly, the apricot trees grew taller. When he was wounded, he went to lie down under the pear tree and rested. When practicing martial arts, I like to kick the pear tree a few times, which is to vent, and it is like a child who does not know the world is mischievous. And it was because of this foot that the pear tree spoke.

"The pear tree has been with Cang Sai for many years, why did you kick and beat me?" The pear tree that was kicked and hurt by the cold cang sacrifice came to a real pear blossom rain.

"You can really understand me!" The Han Cang Festival, which is high in the sky, has few friends and confidants to tell.

"Hmph." The pear tree snorted and stopped talking. The next time I spoke, it was a year later, in the summer. Day after day, year after year, it is the most leafy time in the middle of summer, accompanying the leader of the martial arts alliance.

In the blink of an eye, the Han Cang Sacrifice has been the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance for a long time.

"It's not time for Pear to speak." The Hancang Festival didn't even remember the hours of his own time, and he didn't have the days he was looking forward to. However, the season and day of the awakening of the pear tree are kept in mind.

"A few years ago, I just had a spiritual sense and I was unstable, but I was just kicked awake by you. Now is the real awakening period. The pear tree put down a branch and touched the arm of the martial arts alliance leader.

"Won't the pears sleep anymore?" The leader of the Martial Arts Alliance opened his eyes and looked at a flower branch in his hand. "If you don't wake up, I'm going to cut you down for firewood." The leader of the martial arts alliance grabbed the flower branch.

"Cang Sai closed his eyes." Lishu doesn't know how many hours this Hancang Sacrifice has been with him, and how many words he has said. Every time before falling asleep, the pear tree had to look at the face of the Han Cang Sacrifice for a long time. Every time before losing his spiritual sense, he had to look at the Cangjin Building of the Cold Cang Sacrifice for a long time. A flower branch is saying goodbye and reluctance.

I'm afraid that I have a mind that this man shouldn't move, but I feel very distressed when I look at the Hancang Sacrifice when I can't speak. I can give this man companionship and love. After cultivating desperately, this day finally came.

"Close your eyes." The leader of the martial arts alliance closed his eyes, vaguely expecting it in his heart. This heart, which has not been turbulent for a long time, is beating with joy at this moment.

The pear petals fell, and the rain fell on the man in a flowered shirt. The leader of the martial arts alliance opened his eyes. Well, Ichima Pingchuan is indeed a man.

"My pear is not only a talking pear tree spirit, but also a beautiful boy." The leader of the martial arts alliance was shaken by the beautiful pear tree spirit, and there was no pear tree behind him, and the leader of the martial arts alliance leaned back. The whole person fell on his back and fell into a pile of petals.

"Don't call me Pear!" The pear tree spirit looked at the martial arts alliance leader with displeasure. "Pear, pear, always feel like you have to separate! Unlucky. "The pear tree spirit helped up the martial arts alliance leader.

"Flowers?" The martial arts alliance leader opened his uncertain mouth and stroked away the petals that were stained on his body.

"A pear tree pressed begonia?" The pear tree spirit opened its mouth and blew the petals back into the body of the martial arts alliance leader.

"It's not a good word." The good-natured smile of the martial arts alliance leader stroked the petals again.

"Cang Sai is the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, I can do anything evil, I can say anything, anyway, I have your back." The pear tree spirit blew a breath and helped the martial arts alliance leader blow the petals off his body.

"It seems that the flowers are not afraid of the sky and the earth!" The leader of the martial arts alliance gathered the pear blossoms on the ground together.

"I'm afraid I'll never see the sacrifice again." The pear tree spirit held the somewhat cold hand of the martial arts alliance leader.

"Flowers?" The leader of the martial arts alliance felt the warmth of the palm of the pear tree spirit.

"If you call me Hua'er, I'm going to call you Begonia!." The pear tree spirit clenched the hand of the martial arts alliance leader.

"I'm not a begonia either!" The leader of the martial arts alliance put a large handful of pear blossoms into a bag.

"I, the pear tree spirit, want to press you, what are you doing in a bag of these pear blossoms?" The pear tree spirit looked at the martial arts alliance leader.

"Drink pear blossom stuffed! Make some wine. The leader of the martial arts alliance took the pear tree essence into his arms.

"Take the wine I brewed? Don't give it to drink! The pear tree spirit snatched a bag of pear blossoms.

"You're so fragrant, the wine must be delicious." The leader of the martial arts alliance licked the corners of his mouth.

"If I smell my incense, you can smell me directly! What to drink. The pear tree spirit lowered his head and looked at the thin lips of the martial arts alliance leader.

"Flowers?" The leader of the martial arts alliance looked at the pear tree spirit in a daze. The delicate lips of the pear tree essence should be more delicious than the pear blossom brew.

"Cang Sacrifice." The pear tree spirit lowered his head and held the cold cang sacrifice in his arms. Gently kissed the forehead of the Han Cang sacrifice.

When this kiss fell, the martial arts alliance leader felt that his heart was like ice, and when he met the sun, he melted a piece. Gradually melted into a puddle of water. As the leader of the martial arts alliance, he has seen all kinds of roles. There are many women who throw themselves into their arms. But when his flowers kissed, he probably knew the meaning of not envying the mandarin ducks and not envying the immortals.

When he kissed the leader of the martial arts alliance, the pear tree carefully entangled his head like a ball of twine. The heart is beating the drum, turning into a pear tree spirit, and the calm spiritual consciousness that has been exposed to the wind and the sun is disturbed by the heart of the person in his arms. He was planted by the Han Cang Sacrifice and carried into his arms.

"I planted you on the ground, but how did you run into my heart and take root!" The leader of the Martial Arts Alliance sniffed the aroma of the pear tree spirit. The aroma fascinated him more than all the wine he had ever drunk, and he was addicted to it. also got on the head, drunk heart.

"You kicked me awake!" Pear tree spirit said innocent. "Isn't it time to kick back?" The pear tree spirit moved.

"Big men are slight, aren't gentlemen at all!" Obviously in the arms of the pear tree spirit, the shy martial arts alliance leader picks bones in the egg and plays a scoundrel with the pear tree spirit.

"The punches you hit me when you practiced martial arts, and I will crash back at night." The pear tree spirit picked up the martial arts alliance leader and flew to Cangjin Tower on the flat ground.

The mansion of the leader of the martial arts alliance was built on a high mountain. The mountain is not high, there are immortals, and this high Cangshan has many treacherous secrets and anecdotes that everyone does not know. There are demons and there will be immortals.

Shangxian Fu Nan returned to the east, carried a bamboo basket on his back, looked west, and came to the junction between the human world and the fairy world, that is, near the forest of the Han Cang Sacrifice. One is to collect medicine, and the other is to be lazy.

Fu Nangui was thirsty, and walked a few quick steps to find the creek. The purse around his waist fell, emitting bursts of medicinal fragrance. The little mushroom that was taking a nap under the tree smelled the fragrance and opened its eyes.

"Aromatic?" The little mushroom that couldn't find food and was hungry and sleeping to satisfy his hunger came to the purse with his short legs.

"Is it food?" The short-legged little mushroom swallowed as he looked at the fragrant purse.

"It's an elixir." The short-legged mushroom gives the strength to open the tightly tied purse. Red pills appeared in front of the little mushroom's eyes.

"I don't know who dropped it, I'll return it to him when someone arrives here!" The purse exuded a burst of medicinal fragrance, and the little mushroom drooled for several feet, and the saliva under the little short legs was about to drown himself.

"It's so fragrant, it's really fragrant, my stomach is about to be hungry!" The little mushroom stared at the pill, undecided.

"Just take a bite." The little mushroom licked the pill that was red with the elixir, and the pill was soaked and melted by the saliva of the short-legged little mushroom.

"Take a bite." The short-legged little mushroom, who felt the sweet and greasy taste in his mouth, couldn't help but take a bite of the pill.

"Eat them all if you bite them all, and one less should not be discovered." The short-legged little mushroom opened its small mouth and gulped down on the pill.

"Just walking around here, the purse is around here." After drinking the water, Fu Nangui came back with a basket full of fairy grass on his back, looking for it on the ground with his head down.

"Ahem." The frightened short-legged little mushroom choked on the pill.

I can't care about so many short-legged little mushrooms, and I run with my little short legs and purses on my back. Chewing pills in his mouth while running. While desperately feeding his stomach, he was running away with a thief's heart.

The short-legged little mushroom came to a dirt pit, threw his purse down, and jumped off the dirt pit with a thud. In the dirt pit, he pouted a small stone with his short hand and held a small stone against the dirt pit. Funan is strange, and he can't find his purse.

Pacing back and forth on the ground, just in time to step on the dirt pit of the short-legged little mushroom.

Okay, the short-legged little mushroom was trampled to death by Shangxian Funangui, and it's over? How is it possible, the short-legged little mushroom has short legs. A short leg saved his life.

Shangxian Fu Nangui, who couldn't find the purse, left with a basket, and stopped passing by Cangjin Building.

"Demonic?" Fu Nan looked at Cangjin Tower. "That's it!" Fu Nangui shook his head. "Demon?" Didn't someone tell him that his future partner was a demon!

"Shangxian has come to collect medicine again?" The leader of the martial arts alliance happily lay on the railing of the building and greeted Fu Nangui. The pear tree spirit also poked his head out curiously and looked at Shangxian Fu Nangui.

"Collecting medicine, this is the wife of the leader of the martial arts alliance?" Funan Gui looked at the pear tree spirit.

"My lady is beautiful! It's much more beautiful than the fairy! The leader of the martial arts alliance hugged the pear tree spirit. The pear tree spirit smiled and said nothing, there are outsiders who want to give face to the lady, and see you in bed at night.

"It's a strange story that the leader of the martial arts alliance will laugh, could it be that he was hooked by mountain spirits and ghosts?" Shangxian Dianpo wants to see how the martial arts alliance leader ends.

"Lord Shangxian has a demonic aura on him!" The pear tree spirit reminded this immortal to return to the south with displeased kindness.

Fu Nangui looked at his feet, and then walked silently with the basket on his back. The Immortal Lord, dressed in white, disappeared into the woods.

"Eat well and get some sleep." The short-legged little mushroom saw that the person was gone, and he was upright, lying in the dirt pit and sleeping like no one else.