Back in the Hollow Valley Dojo, the cold wind was already in a different state of mind.

At night, he walked out of the small stone house alone and walked in the snow at the entrance of the village, his thoughts fluttering.

Light snow falls in the air, and the night breeze is cool.

At the entrance of the village, a small stream six or seven meters wide has frozen and no longer flows.

In the quiet of the night, the night is dark, and the quiet village has already fallen asleep, silent, and occasionally a few dog barks resounding through the night sky.

At this moment, there was a sound of light footsteps, and the cold wind turned around and saw the clever and small thirty-one, wearing long boots, walking in the snow.

"Thirty-one, why did you come out, so cold?"

Thirty-one said with a clear color and a slight smile: "Brother Sanqi found out that you were not in the room, and he didn't want to come out to look for you because it was cold outside, so he asked me to come out and have a look." ”

He was small, carrying a kerosene lamp, and Thirty-One wore a somewhat fat cotton jacket, and it was difficult to take every step in the snow.

Han Feng was a little embarrassed, and smiled bitterly: "I just want to come out to breathe, look at you, run out so late, in case it freezes, it will be troublesome." Let's go, let's go back. ”

Thirty-one is only six or seven years old, very sensible, with a red smiling face, reflected in the lights, and smiled: "Brother Hanfeng, you have to come out to breathe this night, do you have something on your mind?"

Hanfeng took the kerosene lamp, took Thirty-One's cold little hand, and smiled suddenly: "You are still young, there are some things that you won't understand when you say it, you still like to ask questions so much, at a young age." ”

"If you don't say it, how do you know that I don't understand, is it related to that Miss Lan Xi. ”

"Little child, don't guess, go to the firewood room to warm up, and go back to the house to sleep. ”

He carried a kerosene lamp to illuminate the snow, took Thirty-One's little hand, and began to walk back.

Thirty-one did not relent: "Before, brother, you were carefree, and you always liked to go to the shore of Tianjing Lake, stand on the trestle, look at the sky, and empty yourself. When I came back this time, I felt that my brother was deep in your heart, as if someone had been pretended, and the whole person became dignified. ”

"You know a lot, and you've grown up. If your brother had half of your scheming, he wouldn't be so broad-hearted and fat. Don't think nonsense about the little girl, it's not good to grow meat. ”

The cold wind smiled brightly, and took thirty-one into the firewood room in the small courtyard, where there was a stove in the middle of the firewood room, and the fire was still blazing.

He hung up the kerosene lamp, picked up a few pieces of firewood, and added them.

Thirty-one stood by the stove, no taller than the stove, and stepped on a wooden bench under his feet, so that he was higher than the fire.

Stretched out a small red fluttering hand and placed it above the stove, at first glance, it was warm.

"Brother Hanfeng, in fact, a few days ago, I kept wondering if you would never come back, leaving me and Brother Sanqi. "Thirty-one puff spirit's big eyes look very aggrieved.

Hanfeng was curious and asked, "How can you have such a thought, thinking that I will leave here and never come back?"

Without thinking, Thirty-One replied, "Because, you don't belong here in the first place, there is still a big difference between the Empty Valley Dojo and the cultivation world outside, you only temporarily encountered a predicament, so you stayed here. “

There is a way in the empty valley, and there is no boundary in cultivation!

Han Feng smiled slightly: "Meeting is always inevitable, in life, no matter who you meet, it is inevitable in your life." Just like my encounter with you is also a kind of fate, there will be a memory that will be remembered for a lifetime. ”

Thirty-one seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and suddenly, his expression became uneasy, and he asked softly: "Brother Hanfeng, the pair of wind feathers you gave me have not eaten until now, are they sick......?"

That was what Lan Xi handed over to him before leaving, one Ruofeng and one Ruoxi, which had a deep meaning.

His expression was tight, and his brows furrowed: "It's bad, it can't be sick, thirty-one, you take out that pair of wind feather birds, I'll take a look." ”

"Well, I'll go get it. ”

Thirty-one stumbled down from the small bench and rushed into the room, less than a meter tall, petite, walking very briskly, compared with Sanqi, lifting weights like light.

In a blink of an eye, he brought the wind feather bird out.

The cold wind carefully measured the pair of wind feather birds, and deliberately snapped his fingers to attract the attention of the wind feather birds.

The two little birds woke up from their sleep, staring at their round black eyes, very alert, and the white fluffy hairs all exploded, like two balls of fur.

"It seems that it is not sick, but the things that are fed are not right, and it is not suitable for the appetite of the wind feathers. ”

Thirty-one figured it out a little and smiled: "I know, the little bird's favorite food is small bugs, we should get some bugs for the birds." ”

However, in this vast snowy winter day, how can there be insects coming out.

The cold wind was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and said, "I know where there are insects, on the edge of the Heavenly Lake, there are many willow trees, and there are white and tender silverfish hidden in the trunks. Early tomorrow morning, we will call Sanqi and go to the lake to catch insects together. ”

The willow forest on the shores of Lake Isato is frequented by woodpeckers, and many silverfish that feed on the trunks hide in the trunks.

These silverfish, in the cold winter wax moon, will hide deep in the tree hole, continue to feed on the trunk of the tree, eat fat and fat. No matter how deep you hide, you can't escape the spiritual power of the cold wind.

As soon as he heard that he was going to the lake, Thirty-one was very happy and danced with his hands.

"Are we going to bring our tools and catch big bugs?"

Han Feng nodded, picked up a burning stick from the ground, and smiled: "Bring the sharpest boning knife in your family, and find two more wooden boxes, as well as this burning stick." ”

"Burning sticks, what are you using with burning sticks?"

"Hit it on the trunk of a tree, and by the reverberation, you can tell if there is a hole in the trunk, and if there is a hole, there will be insects. ”

"Uh-huh, I see. Brother Hanfeng, that boning knife belongs to my mother, let's take it to split wood, what if we get the blade?"

Han Feng was stunned: "You little girl, are you quite careful, I'm afraid that your mother will criticize you." So, when we get back, go to the market and buy a new boning knife. If we have a good harvest tomorrow, I will give you ten silver coins, and as a reward, you can buy two new clothes for Aunt Zhao, and she will be very happy. ”

"Really, ten silver coins, but that's a lot of money, yes, yes!"

"We'll leave early tomorrow morning, and you go back to bed early. ”

The cold wind smiled, looking at Thirty-one happy, petite and cute, and his heart was very happy.

"Well, then I'll go back, Brother Hanfeng, you should rest early. ”

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After the thirty-one left, the small courtyard was empty, and the snowflakes were dotted with the wind.

The cold wind sighed to himself, the Hollow Valley Dojo is a comfortable and quiet place, and thousands of families are working hard to survive. Throughout life, from generation to generation, the same customs, the same simplicity.

During the day, it is busy, and in the middle of the night, it is silent.

There is no deceit, no war, no separation.

The Empty Valley Dojo, a forgotten corner of the Xiuzhen world, seems to have a dull brilliance here, warming the lonely heart.