Winter goes to spring, and everything recovers.

Deng Fang stood alone outside the cave, looking at the young shoots everywhere, and also felt infinite vitality.

In a blink of an eye, Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan have been here for three months, and the two spent a Spring Festival together.

Deng Fang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could already feel the vibrant breath of spring.

At this time, Yang Hanhan quietly walked behind Deng Fang, jumped up, and hugged Deng Fang with both hands.

Deng Fang smiled sideways and said dotingly: "What do you want to do?" ”

"I want to ...... I want to go boating on the lake with you! ”

Yang Han thought for a moment and responded, and the squeamishness in his words was unobstructed.

Deng Fang turned around, hugged Yang Hanhan into his arms, and said softly: "Okay, I'll take you to the lake and take you to see the most beautiful lake in the world." ”

"Okay, I'll wait, you can't lie to me."

Deng Fang laughed, hugged Yang Hanhan and looked at the sky in the distance, and said softly.

"Hanhan, shouldn't we be on the road too?"

"On the road? Where to go? Yang Hanhan was slightly surprised and asked Deng Fang.

Deng Fang's eyes narrowed slightly, thought about it, and said slowly: "You accompany me to Shaolin Temple first." ”

"Shaolin Temple? What are you going to do there? Yang Hanhan was stunned, he didn't expect Deng Fang to want to go to such a place.

Deng Fang shook his head and replied, "If there is something about the deceased, I have to inform the monks of Shaolin Temple." ”

Yang Hanhan saw that Deng Fang didn't want to say more, his eyes turned, he closed his mouth in interest, just nodded, and then turned around and walked towards the donkey.

Deng Fang looked at the back of Yang Hanhan leaving, and the appearance of Monk Huiqing appeared in his mind again, and all kinds of memories of the past came to his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Then, he took out the Diamond Sutra from his bosom and touched it carefully before putting it away again.

In the early morning of the next day, Deng Fang let Yang Hanhan ride on the back of the donkey, and he led the donkey and left the place where he had lived for a long time.

On the road, the spring breeze blew slightly across his face, and the sun shone on his body, Deng Fang only felt comfortable and happy, and his whole body seemed to be reborn.

This year, he is nineteen years old, and inadvertently, he has been away from home for almost a year.

Speaking of which, he was also homesick.

But Deng Fang knew that for him, at this moment, Yang Hanhan was his home!

As long as he takes his beloved woman with him and walks there, home is there.

In less than half a day, Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan saw a magnificent city in the distance, which was Jingjiao City.

After Deng Fang hesitated, he still felt that it was better not to enter the city, so as not to be recognized by the Cui family and cause trouble.

Subsequently, Deng Fang turned his head to tell Yang Hanhan his thoughts, and Yang Hanhan also thought that it was better not to enter the city, so he told Deng Fang that he would be able to go to the next city in a few days, and then go into the city to recuperate.

Deng Fang nodded, led the donkey, bypassed the road to Jingjiaocheng, and walked towards the mountains.

On the way, Yang Hanhan seemed to be a little worried in his heart, and asked Deng Fang: "Deng Fang, how is your injury?" It doesn't matter. ”

Deng Fang smiled at Yang Hanhan, picked up a branch casually, his fingers shook, and the internal force prompted, and the branch burned out of thin air.

Deng Fang casually flicked his hand, threw down the branch, looked back at Yang Hanhan and said, "How is it?" ”

Yang Hanhan looked at the flaming branches on the ground, surprised and delighted, with a bright smile like peach blossoms on his face, praising Deng Fang for his strength.

Deng Fang looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around, and continued to walk forward.

But just after Deng Fang turned around, the smile on Yang Hanhan's face immediately froze, replaced by a puzzled look.

Yang Hanhan rode on the back of a donkey, staring at Deng Fang's back condescendingly, his eyes kept flashing.

After a while, Yang Hanhan's eyes showed a look of determination.

"Deng Fang, I want to go for a walk too."

Yang Hanhan suddenly spoke, Deng Fang was stunned, then nodded and agreed, and helped Yang Hanhan to the ground.

The two walked side by side, Deng Fang held the donkey with one hand and put the other hand on Yang Hanhan's shoulder, leisurely.

As they walked, a gust of wind blew in their faces, making Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan a little unable to open their eyes, and they lowered their heads to avoid the wind.

At this time, Yang Hanhan quietly took out a silk scarf from his waist, and then let go of his hand and let the silk scarf flutter away with the wind.

"Oops, my silk scarf!"

Yang Hanhan looked at the flying silk scarf and turned to chase after it.

Deng Fang saw Yang Hanhan running backwards, and hurriedly led the donkey to follow.

Deng Fang looked at Yang Hanhan, very surprised, and hurriedly asked, "Hanhan, what's wrong?" ”

I saw Yang Hanhan standing under a big tree, pointing to the treetops and jumping up, looking nervous, and shouting in his mouth: "My silk scarf, my silk scarf!" ”

Deng Fang walked over, looked at the red silk scarf hanging on the tree, and smiled helplessly: "It's just a silk scarf, what's wrong with me." ”

Yang Hanhan was like a little bird at the moment, leaning on Deng Fang and kept muttering: "I like this silk scarf, help me take it off, help me take it off!" ”

As he spoke, Yang Hanhan grabbed one of Deng Fang's arms with both hands and shook it.

Dare to ask the world, which man can resist the delicate woman he loves so delicately to himself?

Deng Fang comforted softly: "Okay, I'll help you get it down!" But how can I get down to the ground when this scarf hangs so high? ”

Yang Hanhan pouted, looked around, then ran to the side, picked up a slender branch on the ground, and came back and handed it to Deng Fang.

"That's it!"

Deng Fang took the branch and looked at Yang Hanhan's angry and delicate appearance, and felt very funny, but he still walked under the tree and climbed up holding the branch.

Yang Hanhan stood below, watching Deng Fang climb up the tree, with his hands behind his back, full of joy.

After a while, Deng Fang climbed to the top of the tree trunk, and the silk scarf was not far from him.

Deng Fang saw that the distance was appropriate, so he stopped and probed the silk scarf with the branch that Yang Hanhan handed him.

However, no matter how Deng Fang stretched out his hand, the front end of the branch was always a little different from the silk scarf.

After probing many times in a row, Deng Fang lost his patience and simply threw down the branch.

Subsequently, Deng Fang ran the Haori Glass Gong, the true qi in the body flowed, and the internal force burst out.

Then, he slapped his palm on the trunk of the tree.

Under the palm of his hand, the whole tree began to shake slightly.

The trunk of the tree was fine, and the shaking amplitude was small, but the treetops swayed violently.

The red silk scarf hanging on the tree also fell downward in this shaking.

Deng Fang watched as he shook the silk scarf down with one palm, grinned, and climbed under the tree.

And Yang Hanhan stood under the tree, seeing this scene in his eyes, but his face was surprisingly gloomy.

She looked at Deng Fang, who was crawling down, and then at the branch that fell on the ground, her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

Suddenly, Yang Hanhan said to himself.

"Does he really not know how to use a sword?"