The night was already deep, and the aroma of food still lingered in the whole square, as if there was nothing to do, and when I raised my nose, I smelled the memories.

Except for the occasional walk-around, there are only countless tents left.

Xiao Bing's body was no longer emaciated, leaning against the big tree not far from the square, and his hammock was tied next to the tree. In fact, if you look closely, you will see that the trees around the square are full of hammocks.

Every ten years there will be many disciples who live on trees.

There is wind and starry sky, and everything is as simple as possible.

The square of this martial arts competition is located halfway up the main peak, and above is the legendary grass pavilion, which is now the sword pavilion, which relies on the dragon qi of the main peak to suppress countless fierce swords.

In addition to this big and surprising square on the hill of the grass pavilion, there are no other buildings, this place is very strange, it seems to have an enmity with the abrupt house, what to build and what to pour, so except when the ancestor was there, there will always be only this square here for thousands of years.

Every 10 years, the Presbyterians will hold a competition on a warm, sunny day through deduction.

Xiao Bing leaned against the tree with an elegant temperament, he didn't play the flute, but there was a flute sound in the woods, more than the sound of the flute, to be precise. There are flute sounds, flute sounds, Xun sounds, and erhu sounds...... You can even hear the sound of the guqin and pipa in the tent in the distance......

These are the voices of those who can't sleep, although they are very noisy, but they are not noisy, and they are very comfortable to listen to.

Xiao Bing listened quietly, his empty hammock swaying in the wind.

Xiao Ying was already snoring in the hammock in the upper direction of the side, and the snoring was not abrupt, as if it was one with the sound of those music.

The people who were blown by the wind under the starry sky at night were particularly sober, and Xiao Bing sat on the grass and looked at Du Baisu's name blankly.

Seeming tired, he jumped on the hammock, the tree shook a few times, and soon he fell asleep in bed.

There was a faint smell of rice in the woods, as if someone was hungry and got some food.

Xiao Bing suddenly felt a trance in his dream, and he remembered the small snack made by Du Baisu.

I don't know when the sun passed over the mountains, and for a moment the trees were full of the orange of the morning sun.

Xiao Bing raised his head and vaguely saw a figure, his whole person froze, he seemed to see Du Baisu, he jumped up, but the figure was gone, he saw some broken branches, and chased after him without thinking about it.

Is it her?

Xiao Bing asked himself.

Isn't she dead?

But I just didn't believe it in my heart.

Suddenly he saw her again, she seemed to be hiding from herself again, and Xiao Bing stepped up to chase after her.

While jumping over a large tree and making a sharp turn, he saw a figure, which he couldn't see clearly because of the blinding sunlight, and he rushed over, grabbed the man's shoulders and turned the man's face.

Xiao Bing was stunned, his eyes were full of disappointment, and he let go of his hand.

That person was Xiao Ying, Xiao Ying's mouth was full of food at the moment, he thought that his brother also wanted to eat, "Brother, eat" said and handed over the plate of snacks.

Xiao Bing wanted to refuse, but his stomach screamed angrily.

They all forgot that they were hungry.

Xiao Bing took a snack and put it recently, the taste was very sweet and familiar, no, it was getting more and more familiar, but there seemed to be a bitter taste in her mouth, as if she made it.

"Who gave you food," Xiao Bing was nervous.

Xiao Ying leaned on him stupidly and said the word that made him tremble, "Sister"

Xiao Ying is called Sister Du Baisu, and Xiao Ying has always been called Sister Du Baisu.

"Where's your sister?"

Xiao Ying shook her head, "I don't know." ”

Xiao Bingqi's teeth itched, "Why don't you stop her." ”

Xiao Ying didn't answer, but someone did.

"What are you going to stop my daughter-in-law for?"

Xiao Bing was stunned, daughter-in-law, Du Baisu is married, impossible.

Xiao Bing turned his head and saw himself smiling with a rotten face, although he couldn't see his face, his crooked eyes were obviously laughing.

Shui Yan leaned on Xiao Bing strangely, and asked differently, "Do you have something?"

Xiao Bing instantly wilted, "I made a mistake, it's not you, senior sister." ”

The water died inexplicably.

Xiao Bing left in frustration, he asked himself if he was wrong?

But I really saw it myself.

Xiao Bing felt that he hadn't slept well, so he was wrong.

......

When it was almost noon in the martial arts arena, it was Xiao Bing's turn to appear.

At this time, Xiao Bing was a little sluggish, and that figure didn't let him go, and it was in his mind all morning.

Xiao Bing's opponent is a very handsome male disciple named Li Shen, who is upright, and his pockets are fluttering, and he has a very immortal style.

On the other hand, Xiao Bing, although not ugly, is a little like a down-and-out scholar, and the comparison is a little worse.

Li Shen saw that Xiao Bing was not in a good state. His brow furrowed.

Before the competition, both sides reported their names to greet each other.

Li Shenren was not bad and asked, "Senior Brother Xiao has something on your mind?" Is it a martial arts competition at this moment, or should you put it down first and compete with peace of mind?"

Xiao Bing found that he was distracted again, and said with a wry smile, "Senior Brother Li, it's the junior brother who is negligent, let's start."

Li Shen raised his hand, and a spear with a long roar appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Xiao Bing took out a flute and looked slow.

Li Shen frowned and said, "Senior brother doesn't have a natal magic weapon?"

Xiao Bing smiled bitterly, "The master said that I won't be able to do it when I am not."

Li Shendao, "I have heard that the disciples of Xiao Qingge are special, and I have asked for advice today," said the spear, turning into a silver dragon and pointing directly at Xiao Bing's throat.

Suddenly, Xiao Bing was in a trance, he saw the disciples behind Li Shen who were watching here, and finally a figure appeared, Du Baisu.

Xiao Bing was stunned.