August 31, cloudy.

Canghai No. 1 Middle School was built very early, when the school was built, the site was selected in the suburbs, who would have thought for decades, the school has become the center of the city, the most prosperous area of Canghai City, only three kilometers away from Canghai Railway Station, and only seven or eight kilometers away from Canghai City's largest national five-A scenic spot Qicai Longpo.

When Mu Qingyun came out of the train station, Xiao Cai's eyes were glued to the guide flag of the other guide.

It's no wonder that she was excited, it was only a little more than 20 minutes of driving, at least 19 minutes, and I listened to the tour guide start blowing the colorful dragon slope.

The Colorful Dragon Slope is just a small hill, but from all angles of the south, east, west, and north, you can see a giant dragon.

The dragon has colorful horns, black horns, red scales on the head, golden claws, and a body composed of cyan, purple, blue, and transparent colors.

There are a lot of myths and legends about this place, from before the catastrophe, it has been passed down to the present, it is said that this is the place where the ancient dragon and phoenix war fought, there is a dragon falling here, some people say that in the past, there were many immortals who traveled together, traveled to the north sea in the twilight, walked to this place, suddenly saw a few clear springs, then rested and bathed in this place, the spring water washed the body of the immortals, after the immortals left, the spring water dried up naturally, leaving only countless gems gathered into a mountain, there is this trace.

However, Xiao Cai was not interested in these myths and legends, and her heart was shaken, purely because a chapter had just been written in Mu Qingyun's "Red Sleeves".

During the Qixi Festival, Xia Mian and a few handkerchiefs, little sisters, went to this Longpo to play together, and met the world's talent here, Xiao Jin, Xiao Gongzi, who monopolized seven points.

It is said that on that day, Xiao Gongzi's hairpin was accidentally broken, so he broke the willow branches by the water to make hairpins, and as a result, for half a year, the streets were full of young men wearing willow branches.

Xiao Cai didn't like to read boring history before, and she hadn't heard of history, but since she knew that Mu Qingyun had been serialized in the magazine "Joke History", she has been a loyal reader of "Joke History", and she has to buy every issue.

Her pocket money is not much, Mu Qingyun told her that if she wants to read it, she has a sample magazine, but Xiao Cai has to buy it, and she wants to buy a magazine after saving money from the food expenses.

The flow of people was surging, Xiao Cai carried his bags, pulled Mu Qingyun, and followed behind the tour guide.

The tour guide introduced various legends of Canghai City, and also talked about various small stories that occurred in Canghai Colorful Longpo during the catastrophe period.

Most of them are red men and green women, and they are in love with each other.

Xiao Cai is at such an age, knowing lust and admiring Shaoai, what the little girl longs for most is pure love in the world, and she is almost fascinated by it.

When the tour guide talked about the catastrophe, on the eve of the wedding of a young couple, the man received a military order to go to the battlefield, and agreed before leaving that one day, the man would ride a white horse home, and marry the girl in the bamboo forest, so that she could be the happiest bride.

But over the years, the girl is getting older, the man has never returned, the woman is depressed all day long, her body is declining, and she can't help crying when she is dying, worrying that she is dead, and her fiancé will not be able to find her when he comes back, so she sincerely goes to the colorful dragon slope and begs the dragon god to let her soul be tied to the bamboo forest forever.

The dragon god agreed, and from then on, there would be a breeze singing in the bamboo forest, and it was the girl who played her fiancé's favorite tune and was waiting for her lover.

While listening, Xiao Cai cried a handful of snot and tears.

Mu Qingyun said with a smile: "There is still the second half of this story, the man went out to fight very hard, was injured in an accident, and was taken care of by his general's daughter, so he concluded a mandarin league with his daughter, and when he was old, he suddenly remembered a love affair he had when he was a teenager, and returned to his hometown with his wife and children, and heard that his former lover died early and was buried in the bamboo forest, he cried bitterly, and wrote a mourning poem in the depths of the bamboo forest to commemorate his untimely love, as well as his youthful love. ”

The tour guide over there is still selling emotionally: "The soul of the beautiful girl has always stayed in this bamboo forest, and the villagers near the future generations will take the bamboo here as a bone fan every Qixi Festival, and the fan made of it has a natural fragrance, which is very precious, let's take a look, these are the local specialty bamboo fans, two for a dollar, you can pick one if you are interested." ”

Xiao Cai: "......"

She went to her pocket to take out the money, which made Ah Qingdao's heart, liver and lungs hurt.

"Buy a ghost!"

After that, the tour guide told five stories, and three Mu Qingyun could tell a follow-up.

Every follow-up is very uncomfortable.

Xiao Cai: "Ah Qing! ”

Mu Qingyun chuckled: "Don't be angry, the people who made up these stories were originally uneasy and kind, and they just wanted to make the little girls who listened to the stories angry." ”

The Colorful Dragon Slope used to be the place where their Baiyun Sect disciples practiced, and it was also the place chosen by Mu Qingyun and Senior Sister Chen Yi.

It's just that back then, this was not such a low hillside, the mountains were hundreds of feet high, the boulders were craggy, and the fairy aura was ethereal everywhere, and the young disciples of Baiyunmen couldn't practice Jinggong at home, so they chose such a place to pass the babies, abandon selfish thoughts, and they could cultivate well.

It's just that there are policies and countermeasures, those children can't go down the mountain, and there are a bunch of miscellaneous stories on the mountain, and the senior brothers and sisters don't have anything to do with them, and in the end they are troubled, Mu Qingyun and they thought, it's better to be sparse than to let them be naughty themselves, but it is better to go out in person and play with them from time to time.

It was at that time that Mu Qingyun and her senior sister Chen Yi made up all kinds of stories and legends and told them to children.

Back then, Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi were also teenagers, and all kinds of stories they made up were reversed and reversed, and their brains were wide open.

Mu Qingyun remembered these old things for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Xiao Cai had no interest in the tour guide, standing in the crowded place outside the station, looking at the sign and looking for the bus stop.

"It's best to take four roads, and it's just two stops away."

As he spoke, the bus arrived, Mu Qingyun tightened the strap of his backpack, and before they could get on the bus, the tour guide behind him squeezed over with more than a dozen gray-haired old men and women.

Mu Qingyun grabbed Xiao Cai's collar and took three steps back, just letting this group of old men and ladies get into the car first.

Xiao Cai: "?? ”

"Ahem."

Mu Qingyun blinked: "Habit, habit." ”

"Ah, respect for the old and love for the young, traditional virtue, as it should be."

Xiao Cai hurriedly said.

Mu Qingyun: "......"

It's not so noble, she was purely brought bad by all kinds of news on the Internet in later generations, all kinds of news media, after all, for a while, all kinds of news troubles her mother saw her and told her, but if you see a crutch, you must retreat, let it go, otherwise, I'm afraid that the wallet can't withstand it.