On March 14th, it was sunny, and the light of the morning shone on the earth

After two days of travel, the caravan arrived at the border of Qianzhou, the farmhouse near here is next to some rape fields, it is March, the field is golden, the caravan goes to the upper reaches of the ridge in the golden rape flowers, the caravan men may also think of their hometown in the field, the quiet and leisurely Fengcheng, plough and work in the public field during the day, return home at night to talk to the family in the yard to say some interesting things encountered during the day.

More than half of the caravans have been running this time, and the travelers have crossed most of the Yanyang Dynasty, and as long as the goods are delivered in Hangzhou, they can return to their hometowns. Lin Manliu did not sit in the carriage in front of him because he saw the rape flower field, and walked in the field with the caravan men. Still wearing the short shirt that was already a little wrinkled and torn, and the spring window butterfly that the master had wrapped in a black cloth on his back, unlike before, he tied a sheathed short sword around his waist that Senior Sister Qiao gave him for his mountain trip.

In this way, it does look like a good boy in the rivers and lakes, and along the way, some men inevitably said some words of praise to the short-shirted boy, and Lin Manliu just smiled a little.

The caravan had to rest at a post station in front, after all, it had already entered the territory of Qianzhou, because of the weather, and possibly, because of Lin Manliu, the caravan took some less twists and turns, and arrived in Qianzhou earlier than expected. The performance of the short-shirted boy along the way, whether it was against horse thieves or befriending people, seemed to have given everyone in the caravan inherent concept, and this young man named Lin Manliu was not ordinary, very unusual.

The short-shirted young man asked the innkeeper to get some food, and said to the caravan steward that he was going to go back to the field just now and look at it again and come back after a while, after all, staying in these crowds that would suddenly flatter himself or suddenly call him a brother and sister, Lin Manliu wanted to find a quiet place to practice his sword and look at the scenery.

The short-shirted boy didn't know where to find the grass root, biting it in his mouth, humming two nursery rhymes sung by the children in the alley east of Fengcheng from time to time, walking leisurely on the ridge of the black cloth in his hand, finding a clearing surrounded by a golden rape flower field, looking around, no one held the black cloth and began to practice the sword that the master taught Yu Huang Long's heart combined with the sword momentum learned from his senior sister Fei Guluan, but did not swing the black cloth strip or the mountain field line, but when it was time to pick up the flying Gu Luan, he took the mountain field line out of the sheath by more than an inch, and then collected the sword and continued to wave the black cloth strip.

"I don't know where the young man comes from, I think the young man's sword moves are a bit like the sword casting peak moves, could it be that the disciple of the sword casting peak came out to practice?" A clear female voice didn't know where to go, Lin Manliu didn't know that there were people hiding around, so he pulled out the mountain and looked around vigilantly.

"Don't draw your sword! I'm just passing by here, you wait for me to come out, don't worry, don't worry," the clear female voice suddenly shouted hurriedly, as if she wanted to gain the trust of the short-shirted boy.

After a while, a woman in white came out from behind a tree next to the rape field, and her dress style seemed to be in some Miao villages in southern Xinjiang. "I have no door and no faction, I have no sword moves, I watch others compete indiscriminately, who are you" Lin Manliu did not mean to put down the sword after answering the man's question, his left hand lifted the mountain and walked backwards, and his right hand put the black cloth strip in front of him.

"My name is Huanyunxia, the young man has no sect and no faction but is willing to join my Yangfeng Valley, my Yangfeng Valley is still a little famous in this area of Qianzhou, and entering my Yangfeng Valley can be regarded as finding a backer for himself in the future rivers and lakes, and our Linggu Lord is a third-class grand master......" Huanyunxia said endlessly, and was planning to tell the history of Yangfeng Valley from the opening of the valley to the present, so that the short-shirted young man in front of him would be convinced of what she said.

If Master hadn't told me what the actual situation of this Wind Raising Valley was, I would have been deceived by you. "I'm just passing through here with a caravan and I need to travel east, and I still want the girl Haihan," Lin Manliu apologized to him.

Then the short-shirted boy tied the strip of black cloth behind him and turned around to leave, making sure that the Yunxia had no intention of catching up, so he put the mountain trip into the sheath, and prepared to return to the post station to meet the caravan.

Huan Yunxia looked at the back of the young man in the short shirt and sighed silently: "The people's hearts are not ancient, and now this world is not some famous sects or profound old sects, and no one greets them."

What Lin Manliu didn't know was that there was another person behind the tree, a man, who was holding a folding fan spread out, on which were written several big characters: "Dongdu Wu Scholar". The man smiled and comforted Huan Yunxia and said, "Let's go, it's time to go back, it's not like no one is as easy to deceive as Brother Ye."

"That guy is now getting mixed with Lu Fengbai, read the invitation card that arrived at home a few days ago, then Lu Fengbai is going to demolish the old mansion, and the three of them will work together to make a Zhuangzi and call us to have a banquet, whether to go or not" Yunxia thought for a moment and said, by the way, she hammered the shoulder of the man who waved the fan.

"Hmm... Naturally, I'm going," the fan-wielding man took the next punch and nodded.

At the end of the path there were two foals gnawing on the grass on the roadside, one was like a dark night, and the other was as white as a moon in the night sky.

(It is recommended to watch it here with the first youth tour related to the work, and it is also related to Yunxia and Meijiulang)

It didn't take long for Lin Manliu to return to the post station and nodded to the caravan steward to confirm that he was back, and the caravan steward paid off the food and tea money after a while, and then the caravan men were ready to continue eastward, and today it seemed that they were going directly to Yuezhou to rest in the wilderness on the way, saying that Qianzhou did not have materials to purchase, so they did not enter the state city for unnecessary trouble.

The caravan looked at the map and continued to move eastward, and the surrounding rape fields gradually decreased with the reduction of the village, replaced by some cherry blossom trees, which also bloomed so beautifully in this March, but the caravan pedestrians were a little cheesy and still felt that the rape fields they had passed by before were not so deep.

The boy in the short shirt walked under these cherry blossom trees, his heart moved slightly, and he remembered that there seemed to be these trees outside his hometown Dongcheng, and it was also in this season that he sneaked out of the city and sat under the tree, dragged his boots and put his feet in the stream next to him, some cherry blossom petals and other leaves were scattered in the stream, and Lin Manliu raised his feet to tap the petals and leaves on the rocks next to the stream, because he had no friends, Lin Manliu when he was a child could always watch under these trees for a long time and play alone for a long time.

The Yefan stream floats with the stream, and goes to thousands of mountains and rivers.