San'er returned, holding a few strings of sugar gourds in her hands. She embarrassedly handed the sugar gourd to Mu Fan, blushed and said, "Na, this is the gift you prepared." ”

Mu Fan smiled knowingly, took the sugar gourd, ate the sugar ball in one bite, and said, "It tastes good." ”

Sang'er thought that she would meet a fool looking for trouble on the road, but she only received a letter. The letter was written by Jiang Chong, and it deeply reflected on his mistakes. It made her inexplicable, and she didn't know what was going on.

It seemed that he was afraid that Sang Er would not be angry, and Jiang Chong specially sent his subordinates to apologize. The subordinate burst into tears, confessed his mistake with great sincerity, and said that the reason why his master could not come was because his family had forbidden his feet.

The crisis that was expected suddenly disappeared, leaving Sang'er and Qinglan confused.

Sang'er suddenly remembered that she had promised to buy something for Mu Fan. The crisis is over, but what to buy?

San'er wandered around the market, not thinking about what to buy. Qing Lan looked at her with a tangled face, bought a few strings of sugar gourds from the street vendor, and said confidently: "That's enough, don't bother with such trivial things." ”

Mu Fan finished eating the sugar gourd in his hand and said, "This gift is very good, let's go back together." ”

San'er smiled and nodded. Qinglan and Song Changgeng said that they wanted to stay a little longer, they intended to create a chance for Mu Fan and Sang Er to be alone. Mu Fan and Sang Er understood and left to "listen to the wind and rain".

Every spring rain is a wash of all things in the world. Walking down the street, you can breathe the scent of earth.

Mu Fan and Sang Er shared an oil-paper umbrella, Sang Er walked out of the range of the oil-paper umbrella, she opened her arms and breathed a few breaths of fresh air, she liked the smell of fresh air very much.

Mu Fan took her hand and looked at it all with a smile. This is also the life he wants, without so many magnificent events, ordinary but real.

San'er was still curious about the wide variety of goods, and everything around her seemed to pique her interest. It was easy to be with such a woman, and Mu Fan was very glad to meet her.

The two walked to a muddy path, and Sang'er turned her face sideways and said, "Now this girl gives you a chance to please me, do you want to?"

Mu Fan said: "What is the method of currying favor?"

Sang'er pointed to the muddy road and said, "Give you a chance to show your manly temperament, carry me back." ”

Mu Fan snorted and said, "If you want me to carry you, there is no door." ”

San'er pouted and said, "If you don't carry it, pull it down, ah......"

Before she finished speaking, the person had been carried by Mu Fan on her shoulders. Mu Fan said with a smile: "Young Master Ben's true identity is a flower thief, specializing in little beauties like you." ”

San'er struggled a few times, and then honestly lay on his shoulder. After waiting for a while, she rubbed her waist and stomach and said, "I'm tired and sore, put it down." ”

Mu Fan hugged Sang'er's waist, and with a slight twist of his hand, he turned his shoulder into a princess hugging posture.

Mu Fan smiled: "How about it, it's not painful or sour now." ”

Sang Er leaned her head into Mu Fan's arms and said, "It's true that I'm not tired or sore, just keep this posture and don't move." ”

The oil-paper umbrella had already been thrown into the mud by Mu Fan, and the umbrella was upside down, and the rain fell into the umbrella. It mixes with the rain and the mud, and the men and women who walk in front of it become a landscape.

If you are tired, you will change to carrying, and when you are tired, you will change to hugging, and you will walk through wind and rain along the way. At first, the two chatted, but then they didn't even say anything, just walked quietly, hugging ......

......

......

After returning to the Sword Sect's residence, the two of them each said goodnight and went into their respective rooms to rest. The two of them had never been so close, and after returning to the room, their hearts were still sweet.

Mu Fan took off his clothes three times and divided them by two, and he was already soaked. I have to deal with nightmares tonight, and I have to take care of my body.

He took a hot bath and dried his body, then lay on the bed with his body back, smiling and reminiscing about the sweet journey just now, as well as the life and death of the past dozens of days.

When people reminisce about the past, time always flies. Before he knew it, Mu Fan fell asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the dream, there is a blurry picture, a heart-rending roar. In this blurred picture, the cyan python reappeared. Its body was covered with scars, and it didn't know what kind of brutal fighting it had experienced.

As soon as the picture turned, it was yellow sand flying in the sky. The sky was dull, and the picture turned back to blur again, and there was a boundless black gas rolling in, occupying the entire dream.

Suddenly, the black color turned from thick to light, as if the ink had been diluted. On the other half of the picture, a turquoise sky and a rising sun appear.

Outside Mu Fan's house, an inconspicuous middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, and it was the person who appeared on the rockery on the night the statue was dropped.

The spring rain became more fragmented and foggy, adding a sense of mystery to the night.

Before the raindrops touch the middle-aged man, they will change their trajectory slightly. He didn't seem to have done anything, he didn't run the True Yuan, but these raindrops just didn't fall on him.

In the vast night, the middle-aged man stood there, not abrupt at all. Occasionally, a young man passing by, but it was as if he could not be seen.

As soon as the middle-aged man waved his sleeves, Mu Fan's locked window was opened. With this hand alone, it can be seen that he has a delicate control over the true yuan.

He looked at Mu Fan who was wrapped in a long robe in the room, and his eyes flashed with a complicated light.

I don't know what sad things I remembered, and it took a long time for him to let out a long sigh. This sigh was mixed with helplessness and chagrin, and it seemed to sigh out of his heart knot for decades.

The green snake robe once again injected life energy into Mu Fan's body, and Mu Fan's dry and even cracked skin returned to its original state little by little. When his condition stabilized, the green snake turned his head to look at the middle-aged man.

The green snake's eyes flashed with confusion, and it wanted to rush over and kill this extremely threatening man, but for some reason it couldn't. Its small brain couldn't solve such a complex problem, and it fell into a confused situation for a while.

The middle-aged man looked at the green snake, and his vicissitudes of life were finally moistened. He waved his hand again, and the window locked from the inside again.

The green snake turned into the embroidery on Mu Fan's clothes again, and the middle-aged man also stepped out and disappeared into the hazy night.

Mu Fan touched his chest and slowly sat up from the bed. The aches and pains all over my body were much worse than the previous one. He felt an itch in his throat, and couldn't help coughing a few times, and his mouth was full of blood.

He took the handkerchief out of his sleeve and spat the blood he had just coughed up into the handkerchief. Looking at the Chitose orchid that was dyed red, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.

His life has just been on the right track, and he has just established a relationship with Sang'er, he has not yet learned from a teacher, and he must not end up like this because of physical problems.

He took out another handkerchief, wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled, "Alas, I will continue to participate in the selection of the Sword Sect tomorrow." ”

The rain outside the window stopped for some time, and the silence was a little scary. Mu Fan opened the window, only to feel that the evening breeze was so cold that it stinged the bone marrow, and hurriedly closed the window.

He lay down on the bed again, wrapped tightly in the quilt. The pain in his body is still unbearable, but he must adjust his condition and deal with the selection of the Sword Sect tomorrow. After enduring the severe pain all over his body, it took a long time for him to slowly fall asleep.

Mu Fan suddenly laughed out loud at night, his body was still curled up in pain, but his eyebrows were stretched, and the corners of his mouth curved in a charming arc.

I don't know what kind of good dreams can make him laugh out loud in this situation.

After a long time, he murmured: "Sang'er......"

The day dawned, the clouds cleared, and it was a sunny day.

Mu Fan pushed open the door and felt that today's sunlight was a little dazzling. In fact, the sun had just risen, and the light was very soft, and it was his body that had the problem.

There was no time to worry about her physical condition, because San'er had already run over. She ran to Mu Fan's side and said, "You got up a little late today, and we have been chatting outside for a while. ”

Mu Fan patted his head and said, "I had a dream all night last night, and I slept groggyly. ”

San'er rolled her eyes and said, "I also dreamed last night, but I wasn't as tired as you. That's right...... Did you dream of me yesterday?"

Mu Fan thought for a long time and said, "Maybe I turned over in the middle of the night, and I almost forgot the content of the dream." ”

Sang'er said: "I haven't heard of it, turning over in the middle of the night will forget the dream." ”

"That's what we all said over there, and my grandfather told me that if I turned over in the middle of the night, I would forget the content of the dream. Mu Fan smiled, "But I think this rumor is eighty percent false." ”

Sang Er heard him mention his grandfather, and said curiously: "Then your grandfather may be a superstitious and confused grandfather, although he is confused, but I also want one." ”

Mu Fan said: "That's not simple, as long as we get married, isn't my grandfather your grandfather." ”

Sang Er said seriously: "This is a good way, but you can't do it now." When you can beat the butcher, you can help me make my wish come true. ”

"Butcher, which butcher?" asked Mu Fan.

San'er said, "Do you remember the night we pretended to be refugees?"

Mu Fan let out an "oh" and said, "It turns out that the butcher is your father, which is a little difficult." ”

San'er's words of comfort that night touched him a lot, so he remembered it very clearly. Combined with the situation at the time, the butcher must not have killed pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, but specialized in killing people.

A person who can make killing a profession is either a killer or a general. San'er can use the mustard seed space casually, and the butcher can only be a general.

San'er said, "Then can you overcome this difficulty?"

Mu Fan patted his chest vigorously and said seriously: "Of course you can!"