Chapter 191 Put down the butcher knife and pick up the white flower

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How many people are really familiar with that town?

The little bureau master in Lin'an City doesn't count, he hasn't walked into the town yet, he was driven away by the second pillar, it can't be counted, and the generals and beautiful aunts who have heard from Yin Huai and Xiao Lian are mainly Xiao Lian's mouths, but they are closer than Xiao Juye, because they know that the bun shop in Sheephorn Town that makes bean paste buns is very good, and the little couple in the bun shop is indispensable. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As Xiao Lian spoke, the general took a big sip of old wine and stopped talking. Aunt Mei heard this, blushed with a smile, blushed with shame, and glanced sideways at the general who didn't speak.

But they only heard about it, but they didn't see it.

Seeing is believing, so they can't be considered familiar.

Thinking about it, only two people and one ghost can be regarded as really familiar with the town that always wafts with the fragrance of bean bags.

But since I left the town two years ago, no one has ever returned to it.

Yin Huai didn't say it, and Xiao Lian didn't mention it.

Xiao Lian didn't want to go back, because she still remembered the agreement with Uncle Erzhuzi and Aunt Ma in the town, she would go to Lin'an first, find the best pastries and then send them, and she remembered the promise to the little girl there who grew very dark, she would go back with the rouge bead powder that everyone sought after in Bao'er Building.

Yin Huai didn't go back, he didn't know why, even Xiao Lian didn't know, but the general found that in the past two years, Yin Huai always faced the south when he practiced his sword, and always faced the north when he sharpened his knife.

Yin Huai's knife, which can no longer be called a knife, has been sharpened very sharply in the past two years, and may have been very sharp before.

His moves can't be regarded as sword skills, and he always chops the peach branches in the general's mansion to pieces.

I wonder if Yin Huai will think of the bluestone he used to sharpen his knife when he sharpens his knife?

But he certainly didn't know that the corner of the bluestone had been intercepted by a butcher and was to be taken to the city of Lin'an in the south.

This is the only physical evidence in Giethoorn.

There are also two witnesses in Giethoorn, one of which is very close to the butcher, in a small grassland overgrown with flowers.

The butcher carried the bluestone in his arms and walked through the forest where Yin Huai, Xiao Lian and the poor old horse walked together, and then saw the grassland full of flowers and plants.

The butcher was lamenting the beauty of the peanuts here, as if they would never bloom, he didn't know that this was not the case two years ago, two years ago there was only sparse grass here, and there were no flowers, until one day there were countless red flowers here, and then the sea paved with red flowers was cut out of a path by a boy with a knife, and a horse ate a road, and after being broken by another young man, there was no longer the kind of red flower that was condensed by the heroic soul of a hundred years ago, but countless flowers of all kinds.

It was the extremely pleasing sea of flowers in front of him.

It's past the time when the flowers are in full bloom in spring, and there are still flowers that only grow in spring, and even the butcher will see the small yellow flowers from his hometown of Hancheng from that sea of flowers.

The butcher took a deep breath, and the familiar smell that lingered on the tip of his nose was sucked into his stomach at once.

The butcher smiled, and then couldn't help but think of the legend here.

Legend has it that there was a magical family here, and the people of that family had mastered magical powers, the power to make flowers grow very well, although the butcher did not admit that such power could be called power.

That family has lived in such a flowering grassland for a long, long time, next to a small river called gypsum water.

Of course, there was also a general from that family that he also inadvertently remembered, but he only remembered it, without the slightest nostalgia or regret.

He smiled and looked into the distance, but instead of the family's mansion, he saw the meandering river hidden in the sea of flowers.

After all, the butcher is not a person who loves flowers like life, and he didn't see the magical family and didn't have too many regrets, he just kept walking, and he wanted to go back to Lin'an City in the south as soon as possible.

But no matter how anxious he was, seeing such an intoxicating beauty, the butcher couldn't help but slow down.

The butcher strolled through the sea of flowers and continued along the clear river of gypsum water.

The bluestone in the butcher's arms hit the butcher's chest, as if he was about to jump out of his arms to see such a beautiful scenery twice.

The view by the river seems to be better than that of the butcher standing on the hill, or it is better to stand in the building and look at the scenery than to walk to the bridge and melt into the scenery.

In short, the butcher was in a better and better mood, and the sporadic unhappiness brought by not finding the town was blown into a circle of waves in the water.

Then, the butcher met a more comfortable scenery.

The protagonist of the scenery is a little girl.

A good-looking little girl.

A little girl who looked like she came from the wasteland but was dressed in a big robe.

The butcher smiled at the little girl.

How beautiful a person with a meaty face can look when he laughs, it is not as beautiful as the flowers and plants around that person.

The little girl subconsciously dodged.

The butcher thought of something, but he didn't care, and the little girl was not particularly worried about the river that separated him from him.

But on the other side of the river, there was not only a pitiful little girl, but also an old and thin old horse.

The old horse didn't seem to trust the stranger who appeared in front of him, and rushed out of the flowers, blocking the little girl.

Now there was a river and an old horse between the butcher and the little girl. Looking deeper, there seems to be a shadow hidden in the sea of flowers.

The butcher still doesn't mind, the little girl's family should be careful when she is alone outside.

Compared with the little girl, the butcher was more interested in the old horse with great spirituality.

But he is only a little interested, he is different from a certain little master, and he doesn't have to hold it in his own hands when he meets something he is interested in.

So he just looked at it and walked on.

As I walked, I saw a small flower floating in the river, a white flower.

He didn't know the name of the flower, but he recognized that the flower had been held in the hand of the little girl, but it was startled into the water by a snort from the old horse when it rushed out.

The butcher laughed, then waved his hand, and suddenly there was another flower in the river, a flower made of water, blooming under the white flower that had drifted away.

The white flower returned to the little girl's hand.

The butcher continued to walk, it was just a matter of convenience, naturally there was no need to worry, and naturally there was no need for anything in return.

The fragrance of the flowers continued, and the butcher still walked among the flowers.

The butcher still had the bluestone in his arms, and his heart was still comfortable, and he still only had the city in the south in his eyes.

He only had two legs, but he still had to go to the city.

That's how he came from that city.

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