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On the mountainside of the Tianshan Mountains in southern Xinjiang, Qingfeng under the courtyard is sitting in the pavilion by the medicine field, holding a blue and white porcelain cup with simple workmanship but extremely pleasing appearance, looking at the corner of the pavilion, and lightly tea.

The spring rain fell through the cracks in the green vine leaves, on his gray caftan brown, on his dark skin, and on his rough straw sandals, but it did not fall in front of him, let alone the porcelain cup in his hand.

Qingfeng in the court sat for a long time, stretched his waist slightly, twisted his neck a few times, and in the sound of "click", the long hair tied up at random behind him suddenly swept towards the teacup, fortunately he reacted quickly, otherwise a cup of good Biluochun would have to honor the land.

Qingfeng looked at the slightly wet long hair under the court, and he was still a little unaccustomed, after all, his head had been bare for two hundred years, but his hair had sprung up in the past six years, growing faster and faster year by year, and it was waist-high at this time.

He didn't do anything, just the scars that he had deliberately left in order to remember his hatred, but he didn't mean it anymore, so the scars were gradually smoothed out and hair grew.

Sometimes looking at the reflection in the water, he can't believe it's himself-

It is clearly not a commanding demon king, but a farmer who indulges in the joy of the countryside.

However, in this rainy season, he stayed at the edge of the medicine field, and the breeze under the court was not worried about the flash flood and the destruction of the medicine field, although his farming ability was far inferior to that of his younger brother, but in the past six years, he has gradually found some ways, and the medicine field will not be destroyed in a flash after the rain.

He came for a pair of Chunyan who were in estrus too early under the gazebo.

This pair of Chunyan only came this year, and after they came, they seemed to think that the gazebo by the medicine field was good, so they unceremoniously took a corner and began to sing day and night.

I thought that after the mango planting, I could see the breeze under the court where the pair of spring swallows lay eggs, but a few days ago, I found that a lot of them had been born in the nest!

When he couldn't cry or laugh, the breeze in the court felt that it was extremely hard for the male birds to go out to forage every day, so he had nothing to do to come to the pavilion to drink tea, blow the wind, and take care of this bunch of mothers and children.

Through the small door of the swallow's nest, the female bird can be seen faintly in the breeze under the courtyard, at this time the spring cold has not faded, the wind is still cold, the female bird finds that her feathers are not enough to cover all the eggs, so she blocks the door, so that the wind does not fall in the slightest.

Looking at the female bird trembling slightly, the breeze under the court did not cast a spell to help the latter, these cold winds were a reminder to them - if they still only care about Shengge next time, they are afraid that they will be trapped in the winter cold.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of breaking rain in the spring rain, and the male bird that had returned from foraging for food had two or three fat worms in his mouth, and flew anxiously and happily, and it rested for a moment in the corner of the pavilion, and shook off the water on its body, and then it entered the nest, and a cheerful song sounded in the dim nest.

Qingfeng listened to this voice that he had never cared about before, his heart was peaceful and peaceful, and he vaguely recalled the scene when Uncle Long Ying brought food for himself, it should be so beautiful, but he had been in the past four hundred years, and he didn't know how to turn back until this time.

Too much beauty passes by in my stubbornness again and again. He suddenly understood why his younger brother had been able to stay in this silent Tianshan Mountain for two hundred years, because it was never lonely here, and life was never dull.

Whether it is this pair of spring swallows, or the medicine field he cares for, as well as the ants passing under his feet, the squirrels hiding in the trees, and the flowing clouds floating in the sky......

It all showed that the world he was anxious to break free from was still so much wonderful that he had never discovered.

Now, he lives in his brother's original hut, and although the densely populated Li Mountain is two hundred miles away from the Tianshan Mountains, it is only a few zhang away for him. He sometimes went up the mountain to chop wood, sometimes went down the mountain to buy cloth, sometimes consulted the experienced farmer Langzhong, and sometimes hunted some game to reward the villagers, and his life was leisurely and busy, full and happy.

It snowed heavily more than a year ago, and he walked quietly in the snow, looking at the footprints all over the ground, and suddenly looking back, he found that he hadn't thought about what was on the other side of the mountain for a long time-

The world is so big, and he is so small.

Suddenly, the song in the swallow's nest became rapid and a little low, as if he was afraid that his joy would disturb something.

Qingfeng under the court hurriedly snooped, and finally saw the birth of a life between the buttocks of the two spring swallows.

In the slight sound of breaking the shell, a bare, wet and ugly little swallow looked around blankly, crying, and his still cloudy eyes only looked out of the sky through that glimmer of light.

The breeze in the courtyard smiled lightly and raised his glass as if drinking: "Little one, welcome to this world." ”

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When the two heads of Valhalla were talking, and the demon king Guan Chunyan was hatching his eggs on the Tianshan Mountain, there were still things happening in this continuous spring rain.

Far away in southern Xinjiang, a girl with sparkling jade feet and white robes is running quickly on the muddy mountain road. The mountain road is rugged and often gravel, but when the girl steps on it, it is extremely light, not only is it not injured, but it is not clean, like a hibiscus that is not stained by the mud.

The hood of the maiden's white robe hung down, covering her smooth forehead and the green silk of the night, and the beautiful face that had taken the power of the creator was also hidden in a veil, and only the bright eyes of ruby were exposed, firm and slightly anxious.

This obviously hurried and poorly prepared outfit made it look as if the girl had fled overnight to avoid pursuing the prisoner.

However, Yue Shuiyi is not running away, no one in this world dares to arrest her, but she is indeed avoiding people.

This person is the Great Elder of the Blood Devouring Demon Clan, and also her current master, Qiao Falmu.

Six years ago, since Qianyi left, Yueshuiyi worked hard to improve his cultivation in order to find Qianyi, so he worshipped Qiao Felling as a teacher.

Qiao Famu taught her and took good care of her, but he took Yueshuiyi to the northern region on the grounds of delaying his cultivation, far away from the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang.

Yueshuiyi in southern Xinjiang is not nostalgic, she is reluctant to give up the small cabin she and Qianyi built together. Although she didn't do anything in the end, it was all built by Qianyi alone, but after all, Qianyi and she lived there, ate together, slept together, chatted together, and sailed together...... Every bit of air in the room has a lingering scent of Qianyi.

Yue Shuiyi agreed to leave at the beginning, but she was afraid that too much nostalgia would affect her cultivation, but she didn't expect that in the six years she left, the most thing she did every day was not to practice, but not to think about Qianyi.

The hut on the shore of Tianshan Lake also appeared in her heart more and more frequently, and finally, when the ascetic cultivation failed to make the slightest progress in the secret technique "Night Falling Waves", Yueshuiyi ran away.

She came to see the cabin, the one where she had lived with the people she loved most, and ran day and night, desperately.

Finally, the sky was darkened by the spring rain, and Yueshuiyi finally appeared at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

Wiping the sweat on his forehead, Yueshui rushed to the top of the mountain.

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