Qin Xian and Cui Caifeng walked on the way down the mountain, "This kind of inheritance is unheard of. Cui Caifeng said to Qin Xian. This incident shocked her greatly.

"It's not easy to be able to survive so many years in this mountain. What do you think of that bug?" Qin Xian asked. Cui Caifeng shook his head: "Except for feeling very spiritual, there is no other opinion." By the way, why are you asking the patriarch for worm eggs?"

"I want to bring it back to show my master. Research what's so special. ”

"What do you think this jade pendant does?"

"I don't know, my master should be able to see some clues. Qin Xian said.

Along the way, many families were busy with some things they needed for the evening, and everyone was smiling. Soon, the two returned to Yuka's home. learned the cause of Xiaoying's mother's death from the patriarch, and both of them were a little embarrassed. But nothing was revealed. Seeing that Xiaoying and her father are also busy. Qin Xian and they also went to help.

Three big red lanterns are erected at the gate, and each room is hung with some paper products of the special etiquette culture of Zhuwangzhai. Each eaves is hung with a string of bamboo wind chimes. It's getting dark these days.

Uncle Yuka took a fresh bamboo with its branches and leaves removed, and sat on the stairs outside the house to carve the bamboo with a knife. This is the tradition of Zhuwang Village. On major festivals, every household has to come up with a work carved from bamboo.

The jade card carving is very serious, the knife is steady, and the carving method is delicate. After finishing these decorations, Qin Xian and the three of them sat aside and watched the jade card carved there.

Slowly, a smiling woman appeared on the bamboo, her face clear and lovely, full of charm. Qin Xian and Cui Caifeng recognized it at a glance as the woman in the morning photo.

After blowing off the bamboo chips, Yuka stood the bamboo by the wall and looked at the bamboo in a trance. The woman above is lifelike, and her eyes are expressive. After looking at it for a while, Yuka walked into the house. Xiaoying stepped forward and picked up the bamboo and hugged it in his arms and said, "Every time this kind of day needs to be carved, Abba carves this." ”

Cui Caifeng sat down next to Xiaoying, and gently put her hand on her shoulder. Let's talk to Xiaoying. Xiaoying's mother's name is Yang Na, and she has been learning medical skills with Granny Hua. Yuka stood out from the crowd of suitors at that time.

Later, Yuka resisted Yangna directly from the top of the mountain to his home, and the two were together. Hearing this kind of primitive and rough love, Qin Xian Waner. This kind of wildness bred in the mountains is deeply imprinted in the bones of the residents of the village.

It was getting dark quickly, and Uncle Yuka took out three torches and stuck them in front of the door. Light both torches and lanterns. The red light suddenly illuminates the surroundings. Looking at the village, every household is like this. It looked brilliant in the dark mountains! When every house in the village was lit up, the trumpet sounded again.

Yuka repeats the morning movements. After the three drums are played. The stockade suddenly became lively, and bonfires were lit in many open spaces. Each family brings out the food they have prepared and piles it up. The people sang and danced around the bonfire and ate together. The whole stockade was noisy.

Qin Xian and Cui Caifeng came to the rooftop on the third floor and sat on the ground to watch this intimate scene. Both of them are in a trance, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and the people here live their lives that have not changed for thousands of years, as if time has frozen here.

After a while, the sound of a horn was heard again from the top of the mountain. The crowd fell silent. An ethereal singing voice came from the top of the mountain. The mountain song is simple and desolate, and the voice is strong. The stockade was very quiet, only the song echoed.

Qin Xian and Cui Caifeng were also listening quietly, this thousand-year-old precipitation seemed to be singing from the soul, which made people unconsciously calm down. Eyes wander between the bright moon and the mountains and forests, feeling the caress of the breeze. This beauty passed quietly.

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At noon the next day, Qin Xian and Cui Caifeng changed back into tactical uniforms and said goodbye to Uncle Yuka and Xiaoying. They're about to leave. Xiaoying's eyes were a little moist, and she was very reluctant to get along in the past few days. Cui Caifeng smiled and pinched Xiaoying's face. "Then goodbye Uncle Yuka, Xiaoying. We'll be back to see you. Qin Xian said.

"Yes, let's go!" said Uncle Yuka with a smile.

Facing the sun, the two of them walked into the wilderness and came to the hillside with a border. Qin Xian lay down, waiting there with Erlang's legs crossed. Not long after, a helicopter flew in from a distance, and Qin Xian and Cui Caifeng hurriedly went up.

The driver was the one who sent them here last time, nodded at Qin Xian and the others, and flew back. watched the bamboo king village slowly disappear in sight. Qin Xian likes the comfortable life here.

A few hours later, the helicopter came to the foot of Huangxian Mountain.

"The high team told you to go to the troops tomorrow. The driver said to Qin Xian. Qin Xian nodded and said to Cui Caifeng: "Goodbye, hey, this is Huangxian Mountain, come often when you have time." ”

Cui Caifeng nodded to Qin Xian. Seeing the helicopter go away, Qin Xian smiled and walked towards the mountain.

Huang Xianshan was still so gentle, watching Qin Yi and Qin Mo cooking tea and reading books in the bamboo pavilion. Qin Xian, who had just come up, felt a sense of fulfillment in his heart. has lived like this since childhood, and it is precisely because of this that Qin Xian's gentle temperament has been cultivated.

Qin Mo saw Qin Xian, a sweet smile appeared on his face, Qin Yi didn't see Qin Xian, his eyes were still staring at the ancient book in his hand. Qin Xian smiled and pointed to Qin Mo's body, and then went back to the house to change clothes.

Qin Xian quickly changed his clothes, still in a wide white Hanfu, and walked to the bamboo pavilion and sat down. The three masters and apprentices were all sitting in white Hanfu in the bamboo pavilion, and Qin Xian leaned towards Qin Mo's side.

Qin Mo divided her hair into two layers, one was coiled up and tied with a hairpin, and the other was freely draped on her back. The remaining strands of hair are messy in front of the forehead.

"Ahh Qin Mo handed a cup of tea to Qin Xian. The sunset hit Qin Mo's face, there were a few drops of sweat hanging on the bridge of his beautiful nose, his eyes were half-narrowed, and the corners of his smiling mouth were drawn with a beautiful arc. The emaciated jaw is connected to the snow-white slender neck.

Qin Xian stretched out his hands and seriously pinned the miscellaneous hair in front of Qin Mo's forehead behind his ears. After getting his hair right, Qin Xian grinned and took the tea soup and drank it carefully.

The sunset stretched the figures of the three of them, Qin Mo cooked tea, Qin Xian tasted tea, and Qin Yi read a book. The picture is harmonious and silent.

After a long time, Qin Yi put down the book in his hand and picked up a cup of tea in front of him. took a sip, looked at Qin Xian and said, "How can there be a secret wound in the meridians." ”

Qin Xian smiled and talked a little about the matter in Kachin State. "By the way, Master, take a look at this. Qin Xian took out the jade pendant and insects to Qin Yi, and told Qin Yi what he saw and heard in Zhuwang Village.