It has been more than two years since I left Kapok Town to walk the world and raise my sword heart with the story of red dust, although the road is still far away, but it is not indefinite, just because the route back is because of a special detour to the White Lotus Holy Mountain of Daomen, and I have a long view of the White Lotus Holy Peak, so the road has moved and there are more twists and turns. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there are three sects of the Cultivation Sect, this first peak is known to everyone as the Dao Gate on the White Lotus Holy Mountain. All kinds of cultivation and Taoism are talking about the world's cultivation methods, and the road of cultivation is transmitted from the world by the Taoism, and the world's cultivation sects are all Taoism, but only the Taoism on the White Lotus Holy Mountain dares to take these two words as the name of their own sect, which has been able to explain a lot of things.

In the world, there is only the Daomen on the White Lotus Holy Mountain, which is called the Daomen.

And this gate is the first peak of many sects in Beihai.

Some time ago, I met the bear-riding girl in the mountains and forests near the Daomen, and she was as simple and clean as a blank piece of paper, which made Li Molan, who had an old accident, a little surprised, and then she was a little reluctant, but at that time, the old man who was holding the bull was drinking in the small town under the White Lotus Holy Peak, of course, he didn't know such a chance encounter, so he was a little puzzled.

It's just that the old sword immortal only thinks that this apprentice who can barely be called a teenager has a mind similar to Sichun because of his age, and he doesn't think much about it.

It's just Li Molan's personal whims, who is only more than eight years old.

All the way back, you can treat everything else as if you haven't seen it, but there is one place where even if Li Molan doesn't want to go, the old man with two goatees has to pull him there, and that is the Huaihua Village that he met on the way here.

Huaihua Village is in a locust forest, just on the way back, it is May when the spring garden is full of spring and can't be closed, a large area of white locust flowers like spring snow in the locust forest compete to open, if thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

The old man took the sword that the boy threw to him, carried the sword and the ox, and walked leisurely to Huaihua Village with the old green ox, where the villagers could not forget him, probably today last year, a group of cultivators who did not know which monastic sect they came from with a sword, to take away a yellow flower girl in the village, when the old sword fairy who passed by here was angry, and helped out, the sword was not used, relying on some invisible strength to scare off those monks who cultivated in the realm of enlightenment, but it was enough to put on a high aura.

At that time, the people in Huaihua Village were not unforgettable for this old man's life-saving grace, and all the good wine and meat that could be taken out were served, so that the old man, the young and the young cow were comfortable in Huaihua Village for many days, and they almost didn't want to leave.

At that time, Li Molan asked the old man why he didn't just kill those cultivators, and the old sword fairy said that he couldn't protect him for a while, and if he became a mortal enemy, wouldn't this village suffer even more if he left?

The boy pondered, it was also this reason, but this time he gave the yellow flower girl a chance to escape, and he didn't know how the beautiful little girl was doing in Yongzhou now, I heard that there were relatives over there.

The sloppy old man and the old green cow went to Huaihua Village to live happily, and the simple villagers must be delicious and drunk to serve, with the temperament of this goatee old man, he must be waiting for himself to pick acacia flowers back, while shamelessly looking at the little lady's chest and back buttocks, don't think about it.

Li Molan likes the locust flowers on the thousand-year-old locust tree in his Huangni Village, because he always thinks that the locust flowers are much better and smell better than the locust flowers in the spring snow in the forest here, but the old locust tree is now far away in Kyushu, and now he has to retreat.

Looking up, the white acacia flowers are not as reckless as other Yao Huang Wei Zi, light and dusty, making people feel calm.

"Childe, the little white flower here is so beautiful, what kind of flower is this?"

"Huang Li'er, you don't understand this, this is a locust flower. ”

"Eh, it's the first time I've seen a locust tree bloom?"

"Ben Gongzi has seen it a long time ago, and Ben Gongzi is full of poetry and books, and he recognized it when he saw it for the first time. ”

"It's worthy of a childe. ”

A conversation came with the figure of the master and servant.

The boy standing in the forest turned his head curiously, slightly surprised by the sudden appearance of the two.

The first person is white-clothed and white-fanned, sword-eyed and starry-eyed, handsome and dusty, just this good-looking and faintly chic and uninhibited feeling of good skin, it is enough to make people look up to a few points, not to mention that this person calls himself a son, holding a white fan, and a handsome son, it is probably not an ordinary character, of course, you have to pay a little attention.

The white-clothed boy was followed by a delicate little maid, who was dressed in ordinary floral clothes, giving people a feeling of Zhong Lingyuxiu, and when she spoke, she was full of curiosity, and she looked even more birdy.

"Hey, there's a kid. The maid, who seemed to be named Huang Li'er, looked at the boy in surprise, and then asked, "Little doll, who are you?"

"My name is ...... Li Molan. The boy replied calmly.

The boy didn't show any surprised look as expected, nor was he afraid of life like an ordinary child, which made the man in white look a little higher, looking at Li Molan who was standing alone in the locust forest, he asked curiously: "Li Molan...... Good name, what are you doing here?"

"Winemaking. ”

Li Molan raised her head and pointed to it, and there was a forest wind blowing, and the acacia flowers were moving in the sky.

"Original...... This acacia flower can also make wine, but this son is lonely and unheard. The boy in white smiled and said, "Under the ram Yuliu, this is my maid Huang Li'er." ”

I don't know if it's because of the boy's calm and calm attitude, in short, this white-clothed and white-fanned ram Yuliu is difficult to treat the boy in front of him as an ordinary little doll, and he can't help but treat him as a peer.

"The world is so big that there are no surprises, and there is nothing strange about it. Li Molan chuckled.

"Hey, you kid, you talk to the old man. Although Huang Li'er is short, she is still taller than Li Molan, she walked in front of the boy, crossed her hands on her waist, and asked condescendingly, but she was actually full of curiosity.

"Yes, there is still acacia wine in the world, how can a person like me who is addicted to alcohol miss it? If you don't mind, can you let me taste it too?"

It's under rather than this son.,Vaguely represents a lot of attitude.。

Li Molan sensed the change in his attitude, so he nodded.

"It's going to take a few days to make it. ”

"It's okay, idlers like us, there is not much else, there is a lot of time. ”

Li Molan...... This is your village?"

Approaching Huaihua Village, Huang Li'er suddenly asked.

"It's okay to call me Xiaolan...... I'm not from Huaihua Village, I just know how to make Huaihua wine, and the old man at home traveled around Beihai, passing by the old man who asked me to make wine here, so he followed his wishes. The boy replied.

"I see. Huang Li'er didn't continue to ask.

The old green cow at the entrance of the village was resting and grazing, and when he saw the three people coming, he didn't care, turned around and prepared to change places to graze. Ram Yuliu glanced at the old green cow with some surprise and said, "This old cow feels a little spiritual." ”

Li Molan explained: "This old green cow is called Xiaoqing, and he also walks the world with us, and he is much older than me, and he has already been psychic. ”

Entering Huaihua Village, the old man was bragging and farting with some girls in the village, probably touting some strange things along the way, saying that he listened to the girl, and saw Li Molan coming with two people, the old sword fairy seemed to have felt it early, and did not show too much surprise.

"You know, I'm going to make wine. Li Molan and the brewing master in Huaihua Village are still very familiar, said hello, carried a big locust branch, and staggered away.

A few days passed, and the relationship between the old man and the man in white seemed to be very good, but the little maid Huang Li'er was quite reluctant about the old man, and every time she saw this old thing looking at herself, she felt as if she was being seen through and there were no secrets left, so she was always a little wary of the old man with a goatee, which made the old sword fairy depressed for several days.

After all, it is a generation of sword immortals, and it is normal for your eyes to be sharper, but in front of other people's ordinary little family Jasper, you still use this kind of straight look, that's your mistake, right?

Every time Li Molan saw this faceless old man looking at the little girl, she felt that his cloudy old eyes were about to shine.

As for the white-clothed and white-fanned ram Yuliu and his little maid Huang Li'er, these two are really a wonderful pair. This white-clothed boy is actually not the eldest son of a wealthy family, just an ordinary wandering ranger, but because of his handsome face, he likes to call himself a boy in white clothes and a white fan.

And this maid Huang Li'er is also a little lonely in the past. That year, the boy in white passed by a village that had suffered a catastrophe, walked in to see if there was anyone alive, turned over and over in a pile of scorched wood, and only found such a petite and delicate little girl who was still wiping her tears after looking for a long time.

At that time, Huang Li'er was far from being as charming as she is now, but at that time, although she was not very old, she was already a white ram dressed in white and a white fan, standing in the village that was burned to ruins, looking at this tearful little girl, and asked softly: "Follow me, I'll give you food, okay?"

The little yellow bird, who was not very old and careless, sobbed and said, "Okay." ”

That's a yes.

Is this a fool's success?

So he followed the ram Yuliu to walk in the North Sea, stepped through the red dust, and was willingly fooled by this white-clothed boy who had no background and became a maid for several years.

Although Li Molan is also an experienced figure, it took half a month to brew a large vat with the brewing master in Huaihua Village, just to drink this fragrant acacia wine, whether it is the people in the village, the old sword fairy or the curious man in white, they don't mind waiting.

Most people in the world are alcoholics, and they are embarrassed to walk in this mortal world if they don't like to drink, although the ram Yuliu is a scholar in white clothes and white fans, he drinks wine but is unambiguous, and when the Huaihua wine comes out of the cellar, he immediately sits and drinks with the old man with a goatee, laughs heroically, gets drunk into it, and looks at the little maid Huang Li'er's heart is also intoxicated.

Li Molan took the small bowl of acacia wine that belonged to her, sat on the back of the old green cow, and poured it down, her cheeks red. He is not the kind of person who drinks a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have drunk sake with Tang Xi when he was in the tavern in Kapok Town two years ago, and such a small bowl of Huaihua wine is already the limit.

He looked slightly drunk, but he remembered all the things in Huangni Village in his mind, that old man who was addicted to alcohol, Li Buzheng, couldn't drink the Huaihua wine he brewed for so long, and he didn't know if Aunt Zhang would make a little to satisfy his cravings? After all, he was taught by her, and he thought that he could satisfy the appetite of this lazy old man.

After all...... It's been more than two years, and it's been two full springs and autumns.

There is also Aunt Zhang's daughter Zhang Tiantian, that little girl likes herself, but the childish likes it is not liked, it is too immature, and Wang Xiaoshi and Xu Xiaohu like Zhang Tiantian very much, and I don't know if this couple will deduce a young love triangle? I haven't disciplined those little babies for so long, and they don't know if they will be naughty, whether they have practiced calligraphy well, I remember that Wang Xiaoshi is most likely to learn his own good handwriting, and I don't know how to write now.

Li Molan lay on the back of the old green cow and muttered: "The most reassuring thing is Sister Tang Xi, I heard that the little girl also ran out to walk the rivers and lakes...... Her little three-legged cat kung fu also bullied and bullied me, which shearing thief can teach me a lesson? What should I do if I meet a cultivator? And this girl is so simple, good-looking, I'm afraid that she will be sold and help people pay for it, right? Hey, don't worry, don't worry. ”

However, at least, it is already on the way home.

It's just that it's hard to see Sister Tang Xi in the last minute in Kapok Town, and I don't know when we can meet.

When we meet again, is it silence in front of the hall, or is it heartfelt?

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