Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations

A black horse galloped from the north, only to see that the horse was emaciated, with slender legs, and its hooves touched the ground very lightly, carrying a beautiful woman in black on it, and the horse's hooves rose and fell, and it was already dozens of feet away.

The horse galloped like a fly, and in a few moments it ran through a large pine forest and came to a valley.

The person on this horse was Mu Wanqing, when she woke up that day, she found that she was the only one left on the cliff, and after shouting for a long time, she didn't see the white figure, and she couldn't help but feel lost, and then she went down the cliff alone and returned to her residence.

Mu Wanqing closed the door, sat with her arms on the table against a red candle, happy and sad in her heart, and her thoughts fluctuated: "He saved me twice in a row, and killed the lustful wicked, which shows that he is a good person." The night was cold, and when he saw that my body was trembling, he picked up a branch and made a fire. ”

"The fire has not been extinguished all night, it can be seen that he has not slept all night at the head of the cliff, and has been waiting beside me, it is enough to see that he is considerate, otherwise with his kung fu, even a few wicked people are not his opponents, I think I have already achieved internal strength, not afraid of cold and heat, why do I need to move many times."

"It's just that I don't know what his name is...

Mu Wanqing's heart was pounding, in the dark, she only felt a fever in her cheeks, raised her left hand, fanned the candle flame, and went to bed, but she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, just staring at the roof.

For a few days, she felt empty in her heart, and on this day, she suddenly remembered that there was Zhong Ling's lightning marten on her body, and Mu Wanqing rode a horse to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

"Zhong Ling's girl must have a good relationship with him, as long as she sees Zhong Ling, she can always ask about him."

Mu Wanqing thought for a moment, sat down and the black rose had already arrived in front of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations. She dismounted and came to a large pine tree, brushed away the dead grass under the tree with her left hand, felt a large iron ring with her right hand, lifted it vigorously, lifted the plank, and there was a stone path below.

Mu Wanqing walked down the stone steps, turned a few steps, and heard a sweet word.

"Sister Mu, what's wrong with you?"

Zhong Ling came out as usual to catch the snake for the lightning marten to eat, and was overjoyed to see Mu Wanqing's figure, and jumped to Mu Wanqing's side, holding her arm, so intimate.

"This is the lightning marten, he's been here?" Mu Wanqing lowered her head, her eyes fell on Zhong Ling's waist, and she saw a fluffy head in the leather bag, wasn't it the lightning marten.

"Him?" Mu Wanqing's voice was not loud, but it was extremely cold, which made Zhong Ling unaccustomed to listening to it.

In the past, when she met Mu Wanqing, she had never heard her talk to herself like this.

Mu Wanqing took Zhong Ling's hand away, and for no reason she felt a gasp in her heart, and said angrily: "Zhong Ling, you girl is still pretending to be confused with me, don't you know him?" ”

"Your lightning marten has just been sent back? I had seen this lightning marten in his hands before! ”

Zhong Ling suddenly brightened up and said with a smile: "Sister Mu, you mean Brother Jing, Mink Er really didn't know where to go a few days ago, and then it was Brother Jing who sent it back." ”

As he spoke, Zhong Ling took the lightning marten out of its leather bag, patted its head with his hand, and scolded: "Fortunately, you were touched by Brother Jing and were not caught by the bad guys." If you run around again, I won't catch snakes for you to eat~"

Mu Wanqing's voice suddenly raised a few points, "How did you know him?" What's his name? ”

Zhong Ling smiled and said: "That day in the Wuliang Mountain, Mink also ran to Brother Jing's hands, and I got acquainted with him. ”

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Zhong Ling recounted what happened that day, and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, I just remembered when I was asked by Sister Mu, and I don't know Brother Jing's name." ”

Mu Wanqing stared coldly at Zhong Ling's face, and said suspiciously, "You don't know? ”

Zhong Ling shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Mu Wanqing stared at Zhong Ling for a long time, and saw that Zhong Ling was about to cry before believing her words, "Then where did he go after leaving the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations?" ”

Zhong Ling said: "I don't know, Brother Jing didn't tell me, he just went south." ”

"Zhong Ling, I won't allow you to see him in the future! Or I'll in your face!" Mu Wanqing raised her hand, and with a "snort", a sleeve arrow shot through Zhong Ling's bun and knocked down the hairpin on it.

Zhong Ling's little face turned white, and he took two steps back, but for some reason, Sister Mu's face changed when she said it.

"I... I... ”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw that Mu Wanqing had turned around and left.

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Leaving Xiangyang, Jingzhou traveled for a few more days and arrived in Hangzhou.

At this time, just in time for the March day, the green willows are hanging down the embankment, the apricot blossoms are sandwiched between the paths, and many young people are carrying a group of female dependents out to step out of the spring.

"Miss, you've been looking at the boy with the folding fan~"

"Dead girl, what nonsense are you talking about! If you talk nonsense, I... I'll ignore you! ”

"Hehehehe, Ling Yi Sichun, I look at that son and I am very happy, I just don't know if there is a marriage match, just look at the appearance of that son, but it is a good match with our Ling Yi. Why don't we ask someone to inquire? ”

"You... Don't talk nonsense, when, when do I think... What are you thinking about... ”

Several girls were playing beside the apricot blossoms, and one of them didn't forget to turn his head to Jingzhou.

The warm sunlight shone on his face, making people drunk, Jing Zhou took a sip of wine, ignored the girls who were fighting, and walked forward.

Although the words of the previous girls were low, they all fell into his ears.

However, the falling flowers are affectionate, and he Jing Gongzi has no intention of Ah~

"The tourists who are blown by the warm wind are drunk, and they make Hangzhou Bianzhou."

This Hangzhou, that is, Lin'an, Jingzhou has also been here several times when shooting eagles, whether it is in the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty, the scenery here is unforgettable.

At this time, the Great Song Dynasty had not lost most of its territory, and the largest loss was the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, which still had a certain degree of control over the north compared to the Southern Song Dynasty.

Gusu and other places are still within the territory of the Great Song Dynasty.

It's just that I don't know how the officials in Gusu got involved, all of them are people who are wise enough to protect themselves and fill their pockets.

The biggest anti-thief leader in the Great Song Dynasty, the Murong clan was in Suzhou Yanziwu, and for several generations he was secretly plotting the great cause of rebellion, not only was he not discovered, but he lived a good life.

If it weren't for the fact that Murong Fu's pattern was too small, he would only be clever, maybe he would have succeeded in recovering the country, not to mention that he himself already had a good reputation, and he was even as famous as Qiao Feng in the martial arts.

With the efforts of several generations of the Murong family, the martial arts in it are more abundant than the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, and this resource was wasted by Murong Fu.

As for Wang Yuyan, it is a mobile scripture pavilion, and she is extremely beautiful, but in the end, she cheapened Duan Yu for nothing.

There are also four great ministers, and the Murong family has accumulated wealth that rivals the country.

However, Murong Fu only felt that his blood was noble all his life, and he always refused to recognize his Chinese, only as a descendant of the royal family. For this reason, I didn't learn half of the Chinese characters. If it is compared with Jia Baoyu, Murong Fu may not be able to compare, and his abdomen is full of recklessness.

"Murong Fu should go to Xixia Yipintang now to be Li Yanzong, I don't know what this guy thinks, he touched a good hand of cards in vain and played a bad game, this cousin really can't do it...

Jing Zhou sighed, no longer thinking about the affairs of the Murong family, played around the West Lake, found the largest restaurant nearby, and ordered a table of famous local specialties...