Seeing the things inside the small object, Yu Mengyu was a little dumbfounded: it turned out to be a bunch of green silk.

She immediately understood: This bundle of hair was cut off from her head a few days ago when Mu Mangzi was "helping others".

At this time, Yu Mengyu remembered that once his uncle Yu Ying said to his brother Yu Menglong: There is a kind of Gu technique that can use people's hair or clothes to capture people's souls.

Yu Mengyu thought to himself: The symbols on the small objects seem to be somewhat similar to those used by wizards, could it be that Mu Mangzi wants to use witchcraft to capture my soul?

Thinking of this, Yu Mengyu trembled a little in his heart.

But this frightened, Yu Mengyu suddenly realized, and sighed secretly: "I'm still a fool!"

She didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at this time, so she put Qingsi back in the small pouch and put it on the table.

Gu Mengyu looked at a few more pieces of bamboo, although he couldn't understand them all, the meaning couldn't be clearer, and he began to panic in his heart, and said secretly: "What kind of 'bastard' thing is he at this moment! ”

She continued to look at the words on the bamboo piece below, and understood that it should be to the effect:

There are beauties, and they will never forget it.

I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.

After listening to this song, looking at the small object that hid his hair, an indescribable mood suddenly arose in his heart, and he sighed secretly: "It's just that you pretended to be crazy and stupid, but you never thought that you were so attentive." Yuntong is ruthless, people are particularly fond of this, this love and this righteousness, every day can be seen, ghosts and gods should weep! I am not a ruthless person, how can I not know your thoughts? Strange is just strange, I can't turn the corner for a long time. I'm the real fool!"

Yu Mengyu sighed secretly and shed tears, tears like strings, and for a while, he remembered many past events.

I don't know if these tears are flowing for Fan Yuntong or for Mu Mangzi.

Afraid that someone would bump into him, he collected his tears. He also thought: "Although he is not as majestic as many Ba warriors, but just like his surname, he has a magic power that pierces the stone by drops, he is the only warrior among the Ba people, and he is naturally 'good', as the so-called good is like water, and most importantly, that heart for me is the purest, just in this regard, it is a once-in-a-lifetime living treasure, what more can I ask for?"

Yu Mengyu smiled lightly, and wrote on a blank piece of bamboo:

After the late full moon,

Zhuxi willow bank,

alpine flowing water,

See you or leave you.

After writing the dream, he put this piece of bamboo under the small object that hid his own green silk, and then simply packed up the books and other things, left the room, and walked around the back of the village, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this person was affectionate and righteous, and the more he thought about it, the more happy he was.

And said that Mu Mangzi returned to his room, it was night, palm lamp, saw that the book was neatly placed, thought that it was his sister Narcissus or Shui Xiang 'pumped' time to clean up, blamed himself for being careless, panicked, hurriedly checked the bundle of hair first, saw that it was still there, and felt a little calmer, slowly opened and sniffed the residual fragrance on the hair, and then used the excuse to find a bone needle and thread, wrapped the knot of green silk in cloth, and sewed it on the inside of the treasure clothes given to him by the master of the big 'hole' in Longshui Gorge.

After this thing was done, Mu Mangzi opened the Jianshu and wanted to read it for a while, when he suddenly saw the bamboo piece left by Yu Mengyu, and thought: I have never seen this piece before. If you look closely, the handwriting is crooked, and there are many typos, but the meaning is fully understood.

He didn't know that these were some words that he had seen or written that he had only remembered after struggling with his brain.

Mu Mangzi thought secretly: "In the village, except for me and Wu Fuzi, no one else knows how to read, and everyone went out to play today, only one person did not go out, and she recognized the words Luo Liangda. If she didn't write it, who else could it be?"

Mu Mangzi secretly said in his heart, "I'm ashamed!" and "Look at the full moon in the evening, the willow bank of the bamboo stream, the mountains and flowing water, not to see or disperse" four sentences, ecstatic to suffocate.

On the second morning, Mu Mangzi went to Wu Zhen's room to ask for advice, and met Meng Yu and his sister Narcissus on the way.

As if nothing had happened, she didn't say much to Mu Mangzi, and from her eyes, Mu Mangzi didn't find the information she wanted.

Then there is only a matter of waiting. Mu Mangzi felt that this was the longest and shortest two days since he was born.

The next night, in the middle of the month.

In the past few days, the weather in Longbaokeng is almost the best weather in the same period in history. A full moon in the sky.

The people in the Longbao pit work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and sleep early.

Mu Mangzi took advantage of everyone's sleep and quietly went out of the big 'gate' of the village, unsettled.

Dozens of steps away is the Zhuxi River. Mu Mangzi crossed the Xiaolong Bridge, stood in the shade of a willow tree, looked around, and saw no one, first nervous, and then lost in his heart.

After standing by the stream for nearly half an hour, Mu Mangzi planned to walk forward alone in the moonlight to relieve his depression.

At this moment, the sound of soft and clear footsteps came from the front.

Mu Mangzi opened his round eyes and saw a figure, under the moonlight, floating over, crossing the small dragon bridge, like a fairy descending to earth.

Looking at the wonderful figure, knowing that it was a dream, Mu Mangzi's heart was like fifteen buckets, seven up and eight down.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Mu Mangzi stepped forward.

Yu Mengyu pretended to be shocked: "In the middle of the night, what are you doing here alone?"

Mu Mangzi was speechless for a while, and only after hesitating for a moment did he think of a counterattack: "I can't sleep." So what are you going to do?"

Meng Yu smiled: "Me too." It's better to take a walk. ”

After speaking, Yu Mengyu took the initiative to stretch out his left hand to Mu Mangzi. This time, Mu Mangzi did not hesitate and immediately accepted the offer.

Even in the winter night by the Longbaokeng River at a very low altitude, there is also a cold wind blowing, but in these two people, they don't feel the chill at all, but feel as gentle as the breeze.

At this time, even if they see dead vines, old trees, and faint crows, these two people will not feel desolate.

Along the south bank of Zhuxi, accompanied by the fragrance of cold orchid and wax plum 'flower', unconsciously arrived at the mouth of the Black Dragon Valley, the stream flows into the Black Dragon Valley here, the water is murmuring, the road surface is wide, and the two can go in parallel.

After entering the valley, on a big rock by the stream where the moonlight just shone, the two of them gathered firewood and grass nearby, and made a fire with a wooden mangzi and lit a small bonfire.

Sitting by the campfire, the two talked......

I don't know how long it took, the moonlight had left the two of them, shining a few feet away from the valleyside, and the dream said: "It's time to go back when you come out for a long time." There is one thing you must remember: in the future, when you see me, you are not allowed to stare at me directly!"

Mu Mangzi smiled: "Are you still afraid of water?"

Yu Mengyu also punned: "I'm not afraid of water anymore, I always want to see water!"

Mu Mangzi smiled and said, "Then when are you going to go into the water?"

"You've lured me into the water step by step. ”

Mu Mangzi smiled ill-willedly: "You're really not afraid of water? Then I'll drown you!"

"How dare you...... It can only be flooded with green mountains, and water drops are not allowed to penetrate the stones!"

"Hahaha......" Mu Mangzi laughed, jumping into a river of envy and jealousy of the night fish.

............

The two got up, walked hand in hand to Xiaolong Bridge, and said in a dream: "I'll go first!"

Mu Mangzi was so excited that he couldn't say anything, and reluctantly let go of his hand, seeing her fly away like a butterfly.

Mu Mangzi returned to his room, recalling every word of what he said in his dream tonight, he was very excited, and he walked around the room for a long time, and it was almost dawn before he fell asleep.

In a fragmented book "Danfu Water Chronicles", which records the old events in the lower reaches of the Wujiang River in the pre-Qin period, the original author of the book has a note: "I don't know what the two said and did in the Black Dragon Valley, and they didn't dare to make up a 'chaotic' record." I only know that since then, the two have been connected to each other, and they have met in Black Dragon Valley many times. ”

The author of "Danfu Water Chronicles" also added: The next day, Mu Mangzi carved a paragraph. The following is a transcription of that passage:

The wind is clear and the moon is warm and fragrant all over the road.

Pebbles, also softer.

The first hand in hand is worried.

Sweating for a while, I suddenly heard the warbler's words, and thanked the old willow tree.

The rhyme of the small bridge and flowing water is just like a heartfelt story.

Under the moon, the 'flower' before the light 'yin' jealousy.

Suddenly like a dream, the person arrived, the deepest part of lovesickness.

In later generations, some boring people verified that what Mu Mangzi engraved was similar to a certain word and sentence, and it should be a poem. In fact, there were no formal names in the Warring States period, so this statement is obviously far-fetched by later generations, and it is purely an international joke on serious historical issues.

(End of this volume.) If you want to know what will happen next, please see the eighth volume, tentatively titled "The Witch Pearl Dispute". Thank you!)