"Junjun, come here, it's so good. "There was a woman, dressed in a snow-white light cloth robe, with her long hair tied up and a white ribbon tied up neatly behind her head.www.biquge.info She held out her hand into the distance.

A small child stumbled towards her, but his steps were not too steady, and with a snap, the whole person fell and fell on top of the snow.

It didn't seem to hurt, the child got up, pulled off the ice slag from his face with his little palm, took small steps and ran in the direction of the woman. This time it was safe to get to the woman's side, and opened two little fat hands to hug the woman.

"Junjun is great." The beautiful woman smiled, bent down and held the child in her arms. "Have you had enough, let's go home when you've had enough?"

"Okay." The little doll grinned widely, flattering the woman's face with a fragrant fragrance.

The woman took the child in her arms and walked slowly towards the mountainside.

The place where they lived was on the mountainside, and it was not as beautiful as the snowy scenery higher up, and when the child practiced walking, the woman was always worried that he would bump into it, and thought that as long as she dressed warmly, it would be more reassuring on the snow.

Every day the woman would take her children up to the snowy place for a while, and then she would go back with them near lunchtime, where she would prepare meals for the family.

Along the way, more and more people came and went, and occasionally acquaintances would greet her, and near the door of the house, there was a greeting from the side, "Aunt Qing, I took Junjun to the mountains to play again." It was a little girl who spoke to her, the little girl embroidered a good trick, and the little clothes on Junjun's body were made by her, Qing'e liked this honest little girl from the bottom of her heart, and hurriedly responded with a smile.

Qing'e held the child and pushed open the small wooden door of her house.

The hut is not big, but it is all complete that a home should have, put Junjun on the bed, Qing'e straightened her hair, and walked towards the stove, as soon as she entered, the house was warm, and her man was busy in front of the stove. Qing'e smiled heartily and took over the rest of the work, "Why did you come back so early today?" ”

"I caught something today." The man gently hugged Qing'e into his arms, "We also have a good meal, and besides, my sons are two years old today." ”

"That's right, my son is two years old, but it's rare for you to accompany him, so you know that you are poor here with me." Qing'e stretched out her hand and nudged him, "Don't get in the way of me cooking here." ”

The man was pushed out of the stove hall by Qing'e, shook his head helplessly, lifted the curtain and entered the bedroom. The little one was lying on the bed with big eyes, looking towards the door.

When he saw the man come in, he immediately showed a big smile, "Chatter." His mouth opened and closed, his eyes widened, and he made a look of surprise.

"You little thing." The man sat down next to the little guy in a good mood, and reached out to pluck the little guy's head.

The little doll was not annoyed, the little face maintained a surprised expression, and her eyes kept following the man's body.

The man is helpless, what does this little thing have in mind. Qing'e may not have taught Xiao Bu a little bit at the beginning. was feeling depressed, Qing'e lifted the curtain and called the two to come into the house for dinner. The thoughts that were turning in the man's heart disappeared immediately, and while he responded, he set up the two little arms of the little doll and carried the person out.

He had just sat down at the dining table when there was a sharp thud on the wooden door. "Brother Liang, Aunt Qing, you're all at home, come and open the door."

Outside the door is the big fat voice of the sea, this person is a small businessman in this small village, there is no profit to be made in the isolated small place, and there is little money trading, most of them are bartering, the so-called businessman is just well-informed, who lacks something, where can he find it, just look for him, he will get some benefits from the middle.

Qing'e stood up, walked to the door and pulled it open, smiling kindly, "What's the matter?" ”

"The master in charge of purchasing from Puyun Temple came down the mountain, this time he happened to pass through our village, and wanted to find cloud spinning, I thought that my sister-in-law was good at weaving, so I brought people over." As his name suggests, the fat man of the sea is on such mountains, with little meat all day long, and it is not easy to grow up to be as fat as he is. A body of fat seemed to be able to squeeze out oil and water, and a white-robed man followed him, the man had a good face, and at least he didn't seem to be annoying.

"But you know, haven't I been weaving for a long time?" Qing'e looked embarrassed, turned around and looked into the room, and the man saw her at a loss, and also stood up from his position.

The white-robed man gestured to Hai Da Fat, and stood in front of Qing'e, "I don't know if you want to give me a chance, how can I talk about it in detail?" ”

The man spoke politely, and Qing'e couldn't refuse directly, but fortunately, Liang Chaohui was at home, so Qing'e directly turned away and let people walk in.

After the man entered, he saw Liang Chaohui standing up, and smiled friendlyly, "It's really fate, I also have the surname Liang, and I come from the east, my name is Liang He." ”

"You said you came from Puyun Temple to purchase cloud spinning cloth from the mountain?" Liang Chaohui's ear power is acceptable, so that he can't hear what they say a few steps away. "My wife hasn't touched a spinning machine for three years, so you might as well find someone else."

Xiao Bu stared at a table of food, his hungry stomach growled, Xiao Shou didn't care if there were outsiders at home at the moment, just concerned about the sad fact that he was about to cry hungry, and his little hand ran directly towards a piece of meat on the plate.

"I don't know if you want to think about it again, being able to make clothes for the Great Sacrifice of the Distant Mountains is an unsurpassed honor for every northern countryman. The reason I'm here this time is to ask you to do it again, because I've seen one of your ready-to-wear. Liang He said as he untied the blue cloth package behind him, which was a hazy light coat, and the four words "fluttering like clouds" were used to describe this dress without exaggeration.

"High Priest." Qing'e exclaimed in surprise and covered her mouth in disbelief.

And Liang He came this time, it was really just for this dress, but he saw the child, if he remembered correctly, the child was only two years old. Such fluctuations came from this child, such a child gave him a mentality of wanting to take it for himself, this child is definitely a genius.

Stealing beams and changing pillars, jokes, he can't do it in the name of Puyun Temple, and he can't do it himself, first, it's not good to deal with the aftermath, and second, when he has trouble in the future, but he has a way to let the couple take the initiative to send the child out.

Liang He was thinking about things in his heart, his face was silent, and he still looked humble and gentle.

Being able to make a sacrificial dress for the high priest is indeed a supreme honor for every Northern Clansman, such a temptation, the two can't refuse, and the reason why Qing'e no longer makes clothes is purely because Liang Chaohui can't bear her to do more work, and the two have never made an oath, so naturally there is no reason to persist at this moment.

Cloud spinning cloth, white clouds soaked in color, rain and snow transpiration, natural blending, thousands of changes, every texture is amorphous, is to become a cloth elegant. But the cloud spinning cloth weaving has lasted for a long time, and it is impossible to get it, so during this time, Liang He ran to their house twice in three days, and told them that there is a method of forging body cultivation in Puyun Temple, so that people can prolong their lives, be clear in body and mind, and even be as immortal as the high priest for thousands of years.

Every northerner, never even had the opportunity to go to Puyun Temple in his life, one is physical limitations, the other is fate, at this moment the words in Liang He's mouth are like listening to the book of heaven for the two of them, Puyun Temple is a place where the gods stay, and the residence is the patron saint of the northern country, this is something that everyone knows in their hearts, but no one knows what kind of place it is, what is on it.

After seeing that the two of them were fascinated, Liang He began to instill in the couple how talented their children were, and if they could get the true inheritance, they might be able to achieve immortality in the future.

On the eightieth day, Liang He proposed the idea of taking the child back to Puyun Temple.

How much parents love this child, how much they hope that this child can have a better future, husband and wife, this life, that's it, ordinary together in this life, but the child is different, he is still young, the decision is not in his own hands, the two thought about it all night, and finally, they decided to send the child to learn art.

After all, words like immortality are the luxury of everyone, every ordinary person, Puyun Temple is a holy place, and they will definitely treat their children well.

The eighty-first day, the day of the cloth.

Qing'e held her child in one hand and handed the package containing the priest's robe to Liang He in the other. Liang He took the package, carried it behind his back, and then bowed respectfully to Qing'e and the two, clasped his hands together, and then took out an ice-blue bead worn on the red rope from his arms. "This is the High Priest's thank you gift."

Qing'e took the beads and thanked her, but her expression didn't hold back after all, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes like beads with broken threads, and she still sent the child to Liang He's hands.

"Master, please take care of him." Qing'e turned around and threw herself into Tony Leung's arms, tears quickly soaking his front.

"I will." The little guy's big eyes blinked, because Liang He had appeared in his house every day recently, and he was being held by this person at the moment, and he didn't make too much fuss, but he stretched out a small arm to wrap his small quilt and wanted to hug him in the direction of Qing'e. "Mom, hug."

Qing'e heard the voice and turned her head suddenly, she didn't want to send her child away, what to learn, it was better to stay by her side like this, but then she came to her senses, and staying was not like her own man, wandering on the edge of life and death, going out hunting, at least, the child could get a better life, why did she refuse?

Qing'e knelt down in the direction of Liang He, and knocked her head three times, Liang Chaohui saw his wife's movements and wanted to stop it, but everything happened too fast, and several people present couldn't react, "Please be sure, help me take care of Junjun." ”

"Why are you doing this?" Liang He hugged the child, bowed goodbye to the two, and walked towards the road he came.

In the sunshine, the two figures kneeling and standing, looking at the person who was gradually moving away, couldn't help but be stupid, in the cold environment, there were only two people Xiao Suo's figures, so they have been staying there, I don't know how long.