The spring breeze has passed ten miles, and the buckwheat is green.

The footsteps of spring seem to be in the blink of an eye, and the whole sky has landed. The distant mountains are green, and the Yandang Mountain, which has been depressed for a whole winter, is lush again.

The spring breeze warms people, and the spring breeze makes people drunk. The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the spring of all things recovers, rippling in the spring breeze, always makes people feel proud of the spring breeze.

In front of the thatched hut at the foot of Yandang Mountain, Ye Junlin sat cross-legged, the colorful light swirled, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

The white-haired old man stood beside him, looking at the sky with empty eyes and a face full of relief.

The old man's surname is Wu, and his name is geometric, which has never been mentioned. The old man didn't want to say it, and the teenagers didn't want to ask.

After living alone here for thirty years, the old man has become accustomed to loneliness, and fame and fortune are like floating clouds to him.

Ye Junlin couldn't see through this old man, but he knew that the old man was by no means an idle person.

After living for ten days, Ye Junlin's swordsmanship gradually became mellow. The old man's kendo comprehension is extremely exquisite: aggression is like fire, immobile like a mountain, and once the blade of the sword is unsheathed, it will definitely die and return with blood.

One morning, behind the hut, there was a heart-rending wail of a wild boar. Liang Bufan and Liu Cai are like two wild men who drink blood, chasing wild boars with sticks.

"Catch the pig!" Liu Cai shouted: "You still run, and no matter how much you run, you can't get rid of the fate of your braised pork." ”

With a blow from the stick, the boar fell to the ground and died.

Liu Cai wiped his saliva, his face full of a sense of accomplishment.

At noon, the smell of meat wafts from the hut.

With the salt-flavored braised pork, the taste is unique, and everyone eats it, and the mouth still leaves a residual fragrance.

Lao Wu packed up his line, closed the thatched hut, and followed the young people to Lonely Moon City

The city of Lonely Moon is located at the junction of the Jin and Song dynasties, but it is not affiliated with any country, and it is named because the city is built like a crescent moon.

The successive city lords of Lonely Moon City all have the surname 'Xuanyuan', and the bigwigs of the scholar clan in the city are either this surname or the in-laws of this surname. The network of relationships is intertwined and extremely complex.

After five days, Ye Junlin, Lao Wu and other four people finally arrived outside Guyue City.

Along the way, I encountered bandits three times and displaced people twice, and the money and food that was originally small was like a pebble, and in the vast sea of refugees, I made a splash of water.

Lao Wu didn't like to talk, he carried a sword box that was more than half a person high, walked silently on the road, and when he met a begging refugee, he took out the gold coins that were not much in his pocket, and his appearance was extremely cold.

The guards of Lonely Moon City intercepted at the city gate, blocking the army of refugees like locusts outside the city.

Although Ye Junlin and the others were dressed in tatters, they looked gorgeous and returned to the city, and the guards did not stop them, but Lao Wu was blocked outside the city.

The captain of the city gate is a big man about thirty years old, with a face full of meat, holding a 'gilt axe' in both hands, looking at the breath, it is about the 'low-level Xuanhuang' cultivation.

Lao Wu was blocked by the guards, and his already unhappy mood made matters worse.

With a wave of the tattered sleeves, a wisp of sword qi surged out.

The captain of the city gate, along with dozens of guards, was killed on the spot. The excited flow of refugees wrapped Lao Wu and entered the city.

"It's really domineering!" Liu Cai sighed: "Men should be like this!"

Liang Bufan blinked, unaware of it.

Problems, like a frying pan in the hands of a red wolf, emerge endlessly.

The group thought that it would be easier to get something to eat when they entered the city, but they thought that it would be even more difficult.

It's easier to be alive, in fact, it's still a place with fewer people.

With no money for accommodation, the group slept on the streets with refugees.

Ye Junlin took the clothes on his body and the jade pendant on his waist, and barely exchanged for some food, but he was all given to the old and weak refugees by the 'loser' Lao Wu.

Winter has passed, but the nights are still very cold.

Liu Cai curled up in the thatch, shivering. Seeing this, Lao Wu waved a wisp of sword qi, and a barrier enveloped Liu Cai's whole body.

Halfway through midnight, Liu Cai, who was hungry and cold, tiptoed up.

Born in the market, since the mountain people have a clever plan, can the big living people suffocate to death?

The night was dark and moonless, and there was not a single ray of light in sight on the empty streets.

Liu Cai tiptoed to shrink around the corner of the alley, holding a cold blade, like a cold hungry wolf, patiently waiting for the prey to enter the net.

Shaoqing, a thin figure, appeared in his field of vision.

It's a little girl.

"No matter. Liu Cai roared, like a hungry wolf pounced, and the sharp blade in his hand instantly hit the little girl's neck.

The little girl is about fifteen or sixteen years old, not much older than Liu Cai. The two pigtails naturally hang down at the back of their heads, and their delicate faces are like hibiscus out of the water.

Seeing the 'fierce and evil' Liu Cai, two lines of tears instantly fell from the little girl's eyes. It's like a heavy rain in summer, and after the rain, the rain is raining.

The little girl cried heartbreakingly, startling the dog's barking countless times.

Liu Cai panicked, hurried, and was stunned on the spot for a while.

After a long time, he put away the dagger and coaxed the girl as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Wow, you cry so rhythmically!" Liu Cai looked at the little girl, his mind was like an earthquake and tsunami, surging. He racked his brains, desperately trying to recall all the jokes he had heard, and at this moment, it didn't matter what the robbery was.

As time passed, the little girl's cries gradually faded.

Finance Minister Liu breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, as if he had experienced a very tragic battle.

The little girl stopped crying, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at Liu Cai curiously.

"Little sister, don't be nervous, I'm not a good person. ”

A guilty person gives himself away by conspicuously protesting his innocence.

A joke colder than the cold wind, but it made the little girl burst into laughter.

The little girl sat down next to Liu Cai and took out a paper bag with body temperature from her arms, which was a bun.

Breaking in half, the little girl handed half of them to Liu Cai.

"Huh. Give you half. ”

Liu Cai took it slowly, put it in his mouth and chewed, and burst into tears for a while.

Steamed buns are the most honest food in the world, and it is really touching to have meat and noodles in one bite.

"Hey, what's your name?" the little girl asked softly, looking at Liu Cai, who was 'wandering thousands of miles'.

"Liu Cai. Liu Cai turned his head and smiled lightly: "What about you?"

"My name is Lu Mian, I grew up in a monastery, and my father is the highest monk in our monastery, and the Dharma cultivation is the highest high, very high. ”

The little girl is very talkative.

Liu Cai tilted his head, his eyes swirling on a few faint stars.

Why do you think it's a bit informative?

A teenager and a young girl sat quietly in the cold wind of early spring, chatting occasionally.

Around the corner not far away, old Wu, who was full of gray hair, stood in the cold wind, bursting into tears.

Who hasn't had a year?