The glimmer of the kerosene wick, the walls of the four walls of the house. On the wall, an elongated oblique shadow is reflected......

The woman was full of sorrow, sitting at the dilapidated wooden table, holding her forehead with her hands, holding a silver shuzi, staring intently...

The silver shuzi was in the faint light, glowing with dazzling silver light.

This is the belongings given by the husband's family when he gets married, and it is also the only token given by the husband.

I think that at the beginning, I opposed my husband's adoption of an abandoned baby, and I disliked my husband's poverty, so I ruthlessly abandoned my husband. Unexpectedly, after parting, she was pregnant and gave birth to a son. I miss my husband deeply, and I named my son, Song Si.

Sixteen years have passed, even though he is very thoughtful, he has never returned facelessly.

The woman was anxious and thoughtful, but she did not feel sad and wept......

"Mother, mother, I'm back." The excited shouts outside the door brought back the woman in her thoughts.

When the woman heard this, she seemed to be excited, and she hurriedly got up from the stool and secretly wiped away her tears......

"Mother." Song Si's face was full of spring breeze, and he appeared in front of the woman's eyes, smiling at the reunion after a long absence.

The woman stood in the hall, delicate and auspicious, and the appearance in front of her was very similar to Song Si's father.

"Si'er..." the woman looked at Song Si with a look of joy on her face.

In the glimmer of ghosting, the woman smiled... His eyes filled with tears in an instant......

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Song Sicai went home a few days ago, and the master summoned him for something important. A teacher for one day, a father for life. Song Si had no choice but to say goodbye to his mother and hurried back to Wuheng Mountain.

Wuheng Mountain is located in the middle of the heavy mountains. Cascading mountains, looming. The green trees are dripping green, and the strange stones are lying on the waves.

"Master, what do you call me?" The wind and dust fluttered, and he stepped into the main hall of Wuheng with one foot, Song Si faced the master, hugged his fists, and went straight to the topic. I wondered, what is the matter? The master urgently called.

In the middle of the lobby, a seat with fine carvings and dancing birds and flowers, the head of the Wuheng faction, Mu Yanwu, sits majestically on it.

The head of the house, with a capable physique and a spirit of eyebrows. Dressed in a suit, martial arts people practice simple long shirts. glanced at Song Si, who came to the door, his face was calm, and he said indifferently, "It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that "Jingyang Secrets" is missing and lost to the rivers and lakes. The Jingyang faction and my Wuheng faction have been at odds for generations. If you can find "Jingyang Secrets", you will be pinched by the Jingyang faction. "

Song Si stood with his hands in his hands. Hearing this, he raised his eyes and asked, "Does the master want the apprentice to find the secret?" "

"Exactly." The head of the house looked ahead, his eyes seemed to be long and far-reaching, but his words were indifferent.

"Dad, the "Jingyang Secrets" should be related to the beggar gang." A delicate voice came into the air, and a figure in a green dress suddenly flashed out from the back hall.

This beautiful girl in a green dress is the daughter of the head of Wu Heng, and she is also Song Si's fellow senior sister, Mu Fu.

"Fu'er, where did you know?" When the head of the house heard this, he couldn't help but turn his head in surprise and looked at Mu Fu.

Mu Fu glanced at her father, smiled, and replied, "I also heard rumors from the rivers and lakes." After a pause, he said: "I fought with the righteous son of the beggar gang leader, in the mulberry jujube forest, for a few rounds. asked about "Jingyang Secrets", but he was silent. "

"That guy didn't fight, he was defeated and fled." The corners of Mu Fu's mouth were slightly hooked, and there was a smug smile.

"Fu'er, that's what he asked you to do." The head of the house looked doting and smiled at Mu Fu, but another basin of cold water poured it on his face.

"Dad" When Mu Fu heard this, she pouted unhappily, approached her father's side, stared at her father, and said coquettishly, "Don't underestimate people." "

"Master, if the secret is related to the beggar gang, then the apprentice, start with the beggar gang first." Song Si was on the side, pondering for a while, and said to the head.

"Hmm." The head of the house glanced at Song Si, smiled on his face, and nodded silently.

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The north and south shape wins, the smoke willow paints the bridge, and the wind curtain is green. From the north of the street to the south of the street, there is a thriving scene.

The scattered stalls have become a line along the north and south.

The wind chimes hanging in the stall swayed gently above Song Lian's head, and the wind chimes swaying gently in the wind, the crisp and pleasant sound, lingered in his ears......

Song Lian stood in front of the stall, carefully selecting the cloth. Since she lost Song Ke's treasure clothes, she has been thinking about making a good dress for her father.

The stall selling cloth is diagonally opposite the 'Wind Movement' Inn.

Song Lian occasionally looked at the inn, looking forward to it, will she meet Fan Gongzi here? ……

never expected that there would be such a coincidental thing in the world, and under her gaze thousands of times, the handsome son Fan Yin appeared.

He was dressed in a white shirt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were picturesque, fluttering in the wind......

Fan Yin went out, shook the folding fan gently, and did not look in this direction, but went straight to the north.

Song Lian kept his eyes on it, following his figure... As he turned to leave, something suddenly fell from his body...

Seeing this, Song Lian dropped the cloth in his hand and hurriedly stepped forward to pick it up. What caught my eye turned out to be a hairpin. The hairpin is golden pink, and white beads are embedded in it, small and exquisite.

The hairpin was originally a woman's love thing, could it be that Fan Yin had someone in his heart?

Song Lian's heart sank... As soon as he raised his eyes, Fan Yin had already disappeared.

In any case, the hairpin must be returned to its original owner. After thinking about it again and again, with curiosity, Song Lian was in a hurry and followed Fan Yin's trail.

Looking for Fan Yin's traces, he stepped into a bamboo forest.

Verdant bamboo, lush and empty, making people feel refreshed and happy. A fresh breeze blows, and the bamboo leaves swing to their feet. The sound of "rustling" bamboo leaves, accompanied by the sound of the breeze, reveals a sense of coldness.

Between the bamboo forests, there is an independent thatched house. The lonely thatched hut, located in this ethereal place, must not be a layman. Who is this quiet and elegant dwelling?

Far away, in the blink of an eye, the white shirt flashed into the thatched house.

Song Lian leaned on the bamboo pole to take a look, and approached the thatched house with light work. She found a hidden gap and hid among the bamboo trees.

If you don't know the danger before you get involved in the rivers and lakes, the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, which is very appropriate for Song Lian's girl.

"Fan Gongzi, it is really a pleasure to come to the humble house in person. But unfortunately, the helper went to Yunyou, and he didn't know when he would return. A voice came leisurely from the thatched hut. The voice was leisurely, but also deep and powerful.

Fan Yin: "Drifting away is the only thing of the beggars. Fan Yin came this time... I just want to know, beggar gang, who used it for me? Is "The Secret of Jingyang" related to the beggar gang? "

......... "What is it that is scattered?" What is "Jingyang Secrets"? When Song Lian heard this, she couldn't help but ponder in her heart. The thought was a little deserted, and the hand holding the bamboo shook lightly.

"Who is bold! How dare you eavesdrop here?! "I didn't wait to meditate, but I heard a loud shout, and I shot something out of the grass hut with a speed like lightning.

This thing was originally aimed at Song Lian, but the strange thing was that the hidden weapon was in the air, stopped by a stream of air, rotated around the air, and finally, fell vertically at Song Lian's feet.

Dingqing saw that the hidden weapon was a piece of bluestone. But this bluestone, with its strange shape, is extremely sharp.

Song Lian had never seen this unique secret weapon, she hugged a bamboo tightly and trembled......

"Yellow-haired girl, I don't know whether to live or die!" Suddenly, accompanied by an angry reprimand, the person who hit the hidden weapon, the voice was not close, and the shape had arrived.

In front of him, there was a middle-aged man, who grew up to be five big and three thick. He had a big face with pimples, a short yellow beard on his cheeks, a tattered cloth coat, and his eyes were like torches staring at Song Lian.

Then, the white shadow flashed out behind him, and a fan-like wind blocked in front of the middle-aged man, "Senior is angry, this is my friend." "

"No wonder Childe came to the rescue." The middle-aged man looked sideways, glanced at Fan Yin, and his expression was gentle. After pondering for a moment, he said: "Childe, "Jingyang Secrets" is the secret of your faction, and it has nothing to do with my beggar gang. Drifting away is the beggar gang who did it, wait for me to check, and then tell the son. "

The middle-aged man's expression, although his face was expressionless, seemed to be complicated, and seemed to be dodging. I don't know if I know or I don't know. Fan Yin suddenly woke up to the fact that maybe this trip was really a superfluous move.

"Thank you, I'm leaving." Fan Yin arched his hand to the middle-aged man, thanked him and turned around. Seeing that Song Lian hugged the bamboo tightly and didn't move for a long time, she couldn't help but smile and asked, "Isn't the girl going back yet?" "

When Song Lian heard this, she seemed to wake up from a dream, her expression was a little embarrassed, she glanced at the middle-aged man, quickly let go of the bamboo, followed behind Fan Yin, and walked towards the bamboo forest.

Out of the bamboo forest, Fan Yin stopped, put the fan in front of his chest, squinted at Song Lian, that look, with an inexplicable smile, asked softly, "Why is Miss Song following me?" "

Fan Yin's eyes were like water, his eyes seemed to be able to speak, Song Lian was so flustered that he didn't dare to look at him, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and replied, "Childe misunderstood, I sent a hairpin." "

She took out the hairpin from her sleeve and handed it to Fan Yin.

Fan Yin looked at this thing, fixed his concentration and locked, he couldn't help but be stunned, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to his original state, reached out and took the hairpin, and thanked her, "Thank you, Miss Song." "

At this moment, suddenly, a gust of wind and sand swept in... The bamboo branches behind him swayed wildly like rattan whips.

The wind and sand blew Song Lian's long hair and dress, she covered her face with her hands, she still couldn't open her eyes, and in her dizziness, she swayed and rotated with the wind and sand......

Invisibly, a white light suddenly brushed in, sharp and sharp, like a beam of light......

"Not good!" Fan Yin shouted, used his strength to stabilize himself, grabbed Song Lian's slender waist, and soared into the air in the wind and sand, spinning to dodge the device.

Between the misty wind and sand, a voice was transmitted in the air, and the voice was as loud as a bell, "Fan Yin!" "Jingyang Secrets" is in my hands, don't want to get it back! The deafening sound of ......" seemed to pierce the sky next to the ears and in the air, gradually moving from near to far......

Finally, the wind and sand died down. Song Lian was lying in Fan Yin's arms, frightened, and her face was pale.

"Miss Song." Fan Yin hugged Song Lian, her long eyelashes moved slightly, her eyes were soft and faint, she leaned over and called her softly.

Song Lian was called back to her senses, and under Fan Yin's gaze, she stared at him for a long time... Avoiding the soft light again, he blushed unconsciously.