The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wu Yin is good in drunk, who is white-haired?

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops.

The favorite child is dead, and the stream head lies on the lotus bed.

The afternoon sun shines on this small mountain village, several thatched houses, scattered in the meantime, a row of apricot blossoms, like steaming glow, there are all kinds of immature new strips outside the thatched house, weaving a few slips of green lily, there are bluestone paving outside the thatched house, a few plantains.

Perhaps because of the lazy smell in the sun, a big yellow dog outside the hut lay asleep on the bluestone slab in front of the house, its belly rose and fell with its breathing, and in the yard, a bare-bottomed child was playing with mud intently.

Feng Chaoge woke up, feeling that his back was hurt by the hard board bed, and then he smelled the wood fragrance of the wooden bed, and looked around, the simple farmhouse was simple and elegant.

Sitting up gently, rubbing his somewhat aching waist, Feng Chaoge walked towards the door.

"Squeak!"

Pushing open the wooden door, Feng Chaoge was stunned.

But see the green pine eaves the eaves, the green willows hang around, the beautiful trees are verdant in the place where the eyes enter, the Yao grass is paved with the ground, a clear stream, the snow leaks down from the mountains and rocks, and hides under a verdant ancient tree, but the falling flowers are colorful, the moss on the river bank is spotted, the vines are covered, and the falling flowers float on the water.

Such a beautiful scenery really seems to be out of the world.

"Hey, uncle, are you awake?" The bare-bottomed child in the yard blinked his eyes, looked at Feng Chaoge with a look of surprise, raised his immature little hand full of mud and wiped his cheeks, the child's heart, but he didn't know that the mud in his hand turned himself into a little flower cat in an instant.

"It's... Where is this?" Feng Chaoge asked in a low voice as he looked at the childish child, then at the picturesque village.

The child scratched his head in confusion, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that could only be bred by this mountain spring with abundant spiritual energy, and said, "This is a deserted village. ”

Huang?

Feng Chaoge was stunned, raised his eyes and looked around, the white clouds were long, the sky was clear, and the big yellow dog in front of the thatched house glanced at Feng Chaoge lazily, and continued to sleep.

Is this the middle of the wilderness?

When Feng Chaoge was pondering, suddenly there was a melodious flute sound, the flute sound was tactful, floating in this quaint mountain village, if the birds were singing, if the cranes were singing.

Following the prestige, Feng Chaoge saw that not far from the ancient tree, in the shade of vines, there was a board bridge across the emerald green river, the red medicine on the side of the bridge was swaying, but on the board bridge, there were different grasses, or pulling vines, or wearing trees, the green belt was fluttering, and the grass was fragrant.

And on the banqiao, surrounded by vines and different grasses, there was a woman sitting there, dressed in white like snow, holding a recorder, playing by herself.

"It's Sister Xuan'er, the people in the village say that Sister Xuan'er is a fairy in the world, I grow up, I want to marry a girl like Sister Xian'er!" The child looked at the woman sitting on the bridge playing the flute with admiration, and jumped away with excitement.

Feng Chaoge looked intently, the woman playing the flute on the bridge was the woman holding the recorder in Qingyun Academy, Feng Chaoge knew that this girl was called Song Xuan'er, and Nangong Yun, Luo Yusheng and others were among the genius disciples of Qingyun Academy, but this woman's personality was as cold as frost and she was lonely.

I only remember that I was in Shenlong Valley at the time, and together with Luo Yusheng, Nangong Yun, and Song Xuan'er who played the recorder in the distance, I was absorbed by the vertical eye on the blood-colored altar, and then I fell unconscious. Feng Chaoge was so smart, he deduced alone, and he instantly guessed that that vertical eye might have teleported himself and Song Xuan'er and the others to this fairyland-like mountain village.

What exactly is this place?

Feng Chaoge had countless questions in his heart, took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, and then walked towards Song Xuan'er.

"Sister Xuan'er, Sister Xuan'er, uncle is awake. The child jumped up and ran towards Song Xuan'er, screaming loudly.

The flute stopped abruptly.

Song Xuan'er turned around and saw that Feng Chaoge was coming towards this bridge.

At the moment when the woman turned around, Feng Chaoge looked at this genius disciple of Qingyun Academy for the first time, but saw that her lips were red without dots, her eyebrows were green without painting, and she had a beautiful and dusty natural quality, like a hibiscus out of water, delicate and arrogant.

Under the sun, she has fine sweat on her forehead, her sideburns are like a knife, and a few strands of hair stick to her slightly blushing cheeks, which has a thrilling beauty.

Feng Chaoge was in a trance for a moment, and suddenly felt his heart pounding.

Then, he took a deep breath and stepped onto the bridge.

Song Xuan'er was caressing the child's head dotingly at the moment, and smiled slightly at Feng Chaoge, this smile, the flowers lost their color, and they never felt that there was such a stunning color in this world.

"Xiaoyun is good, go peel some lotus pods for your uncle to eat, my uncle has been in a coma for three days, he is hungry, and my sister has something to say to my uncle. Song Xuan'er said to the child, and glanced at Feng Chaoge.

I pour!

Feng Chaoge is only sixteen years old, but Song Xuan'er is a few years older than him, so he is obviously suspected of teasing Feng Chaoge.

Feng Chaoge scratched his head in embarrassment, a little silly, when he was in Qingyun Academy, his status was humble, and he was not an outstanding character, and he couldn't compete with geniuses like Song Xuan'er.

He is stubborn by nature, has a deformed self-esteem, and because of the environment, he is naturally unwilling to lower his body to get acquainted with these so-called genius disciples.

The child left happily.

Song Xuan'er looked at Feng Chaoge, stood up, and looked into the distance, among the mountains, there were unknown birds chirping, and there were bursts of flowers around.

"You've been in a coma for three days. Song Xuan'er said.

"Where is this?"

"Deserted village!"

"Nangong Yun and Luo Yusheng, did they also arrive in this village?"

"Well, we were teleported here by that altar. ”

Feng Chaoge was silent for a moment, sighed slightly, and said, "Is this here in the Great Wilderness?"

"The 100,000-mile wilderness is so vast, this is just a corner of the wilderness. Song Xuan'er replied.

"How did we come here?" Feng Chaoge asked.

Song Xuan'er took a deep breath, but when she saw that the ravines between her chest were slightly undulating, she had an urge to spurt blood.

"I don't know, but I think you're going to love this place. Song Xuan'er said to Feng Chaoge with deep meaning.

"What about Nangong Yun and Luo Yusheng?" Feng Chaoge was slightly stunned, and then asked, he had too many mysteries in his heart and was eager to solve them.

"He went down to the field with the patriarch and hoeed the crops. Song Xuan'er said.

Belch?

Feng Chaoge was stunned again, Luo Yusheng and Nangong Yun, what kind of characters did they go to the ground to hoe the grass? For a while, Feng Chaoge's face was full of doubts.

"Uncle, give you a lotus canopy!"

At this time, a child named Xiaoyun ran over, chewing a lotus pod in his mouth, like chewing beans, and at the same time ran to Feng Chaoge's front and handed a lotus pod in his hand to Feng Chaoge.

The emerald green lotus canopy exudes a glowing glow, and the child's little cloud actually spits out Ruixia in his mouth, and between exhaling and inhaling, there is aura pouring out of his mouth.

Feng Chaoge looked at the lotus pod in the child's hand, his face suddenly changed, his heart was beating, his hand trembled and took the lotus pod, his eyes lit up, and his voice trembled: "This... This is the Nine Rank Immortal Lotus?"

Xiaoyun looked at Feng Chaoge suspiciously, his face full of puzzlement.

"Look at the grass and flowers on this bridge!" Song Xuan'er chuckled.

Feng Chaoge's eyes flashed with a gleam, and then he set his eyes on the flowers and plants on the bridge, and for a while it was like being struck by lightning.

He threw himself in front of a withered grass and exclaimed, "Is this the dragon's tongue?"

Then he looked at another small flower, and said, "Qing Luolan." ”

"Faerie flowers?"

"Seven Star Begonia?"

"Superb... The best immortal vine?"

“......”

Feng Chao's song is crazy, looking at the flowers and plants, and the heart has set off a huge wave, this is an ordinary grass, all of them are elixirs that are rare in a hundred years.

"Sister Xuan'er, what's wrong with uncle?" Xiao Yun looked at Song Xuan'er with a puzzled expression and asked puzzled.

"It's okay, he's just an ignorant turtle. Song Xuan'er teased.

In fact, when she woke up in this village, she was even more surprised than Feng Chaoge, at that time, when she saw the mountains full of strange treasures, the spiritual fruits hanging on the treetops, and the local cows drinking pools of precious divine springs, she collapsed directly.

This deserted village is simply a natural medicine garden.