"Brother, although you are a sullen person, it is quite interesting. ”

Weaving Dream was bored and began to tease him again, swaying on the back of the horse.

The two of them have already arrived in a small town near Jiangnan, and in two or three days, they will arrive at Jinling City in the center of Jiangnan.

Although it is a small city, the rich Jiangnan style is still blowing in the face, the willow color is like smoke, the clear water is even the sky, the houses are built along the river, and the people who come and go are a soft and glutinous water town accent.

Hearing this, Zhu'an raised his eyes and glanced at her, then reached out and touched his chin, and said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Haven't I been following you all the time, you can encounter problems wherever you go." ”

"Haha, it seems to be true, do you think it's interesting?" Weaving Dream was overjoyed to hear it, and asked hilariously.

"Yes, interesting tight. ”

"Haha, then let's go eat now, I'm hungry!"

"Didn't you just eat the brown sugar glutinous rice dumplings you bought on the side of the road?"

"But I'm hungry again! Hurry up, let's go eat, I want to try the specialties here! That one, that one is good!"

“......”

There is even a strange conjecture in Zhu'an's heart, maybe the master of Dream Weaving thinks that Dream Weaving loves to eat very much, so he leaves her every time he goes out.

Although she said this, she still led the horse to the restaurant she pointed to.

The white walls of the restaurant are tiled, the eaves are hung with lanterns, the antique is very elegant and good-looking, since entering the city, the houses in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River are like this, connected into a piece like an ink painting scroll.

Just as he was about to enter the door, his eyes fell on the wall near the door of the restaurant.

There is a small red flower painted on the white wall, which is lifelike and very beautiful.

Weaving Dream obviously saw it too, she was slightly stunned, her expression flashed a trace of unnaturalness, and she glanced at Zhu'an quickly.

Zhu'an didn't seem to notice it, and went directly to the door, and Weaving Dream quietly relieved his heart and followed in.

They found a place by the window, ordered the food, and Weaving Dream looked out the window with his head in his hand, the ruby on his forehead shining brightly.

"The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is charming, and I really want to have a good time. ”

Zhu'an played with a warm tea in his hand, looked at the green tea in his hand, nodded and replied: "Well, it's very beautiful and chic, and there is plenty of time, you can go and take a good look." ”

Weaving Dream laughed, looked back at him and said, "I mean with you." ”

"Good. ”

The smile deepened, and Zhimeng leaned on the table and stared at him and asked, "Zhu'an, why did you go down the mountain?"

"Hmm...... The world is full of people, and I want to travel one or two. ”

"That's all, where are you going to go and what are you going to do when you're done?"

When Zhu'an heard this, he seemed to think about it very seriously, and only replied after a while: "It should be back to the mountain of forgetting worries, hoeing and hoeing fields, fishing, fishing, and fiddling with herbs." ”

"Poof, say you're stuffy, your hobby is really like a reclusive old Zen master. Weaving Dream covered his mouth and laughed, and said again: "But it sounds like it's very happy." ”

Zhu'an smiled and nodded, "It's really very happy." ”

There is a sentence, do you want to come along? pressed on the tip of his tongue without asking. He still has a long-cherished wish in his heart that has not been fulfilled, and such words seem to be unspeakable.

The two chatted casually for a few more words, and the dish was served, and Zhimeng suddenly forgot everything else, she did not eat wolf, but was very elegant and decent, and the appearance of eating seriously made people look very appetizing.

After eating some simply, he stopped his chopsticks, looked at her seriously with a teacup, and added a dish to her from time to time.

After eating and drinking, Zhimeng said that he wanted to go outside, and he readily agreed, and did not lead the horse, and there was a green winding river out of the small building, and they walked slowly along the river under the green weeping willows.

A few intermittent, mournful Jiangnan tunes floated along the river: "The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the golden beast is eliminated by the brain...... The jade pillow yarn kitchen is cool in the middle of the night...... Mo Dao is not ecstatic, people are thinner than yellow flowers......"

Scattered in the wind like a sigh.

Gradually stopped quietly and listened, the breath of the person next to him disappeared, and he did not look back.

After listening carefully, he walked forward slowly with his hands in his hands, and slowly finished reading the scenery along the road alone.

Weaving dreams didn't say goodbye, and Zhu'an didn't go to her.

From the moment she saw the flower, he knew that she was leaving, perhaps her master had come to her.

She doesn't say, and he doesn't ask.

Walking to the last stone bridge, Zhu'an stopped, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and said softly: "The scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is indeed very beautiful. ”

I don't know if it's for myself or for others.

A sigh dispersed in the wind.

He went back to the restaurant, led the horse, and did not turn back to ride the horse south.

It didn't seem to be any different, he was already alone, but it seemed to be too quiet around him.

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Jiangnan Jinling City

He drove for two days in a row to Jinling City, the largest city in the south of the Yangtze River.

It was almost evening, and as soon as he entered the city, he was stopped by several men dressed as domestic servants.

The leader was a burly middle-aged man, and he asked politely, "But the son of Zhu'an in the Forgotten Mountain?"

Zhu'an nodded, and the man stepped forward and handed him a letter, "Below is Liu Ming, the steward of the Liu family in Jiangnan, who has been waiting for his son here for a long time, this is a letter from Mr. Forget Worries." ”

He opened it and took a cursory look, and it was indeed the handwriting of his master's forgotten son. Roughly wrote, first shouted at him and asked for warmth, and then said that he guessed that he should want to go to see the martial arts conference will definitely go to Jiangnan, it just so happened that he had an old friend in Jinling City, and he should have come to help him check his old illness in person, but the road was far away, and he was unwell, so he asked Zhu'an to go on his behalf, and also said hello to the old man and took him to watch the martial arts conference, so that Zhu'an lived in his house with peace of mind. There was also a small portrait of him attached to the letterhead, which was vividly drawn.

To put it simply, Forget Worry is too lazy to go out, so he pushed the matter to him.

Zhu'an couldn't cry or laugh, and returned the salute to the man, and politely replied: "The family teacher commands, you must be dedicated." ”

The man took him back to his house.

"Childe, that's it. ”

When he got off the horse, he saw that it was a house, and it almost occupied an entire street.

Just look at the door of this house is already very magnificent, there are two tall and mighty stone lions squatting outside the door, a row of red lanterns are hung on the eaves, the long couplets of auspicious words are mentioned on both sides, and a vermilion plaque is hung upright in the middle, and the dragon and phoenix dance are written in Liufu, which is extravagant.

As soon as he arrived, a boy came up to lead the horse for him, and he thanked him gently and politely, which made the boy very shy.

Steward Liu glanced at him, and secretly praised in his heart, he deserved to be the proud disciple of the medical immortal, not only handsome as jade, but also not squinted when he saw this huge family business, and was unmoved, but he was humble and gentle, and his bearing was really amazing.

The steward's attitude became more and more polite, "Childe, please." ”

After entering the door, this house is getting bigger and bigger, full of grace and wealth, every time you walk a long corridor, you can see the small garden of rockery and flowing water, grass and green trees on the side, quite a little bit of the artistic conception of helping flowers and asking willows, very elegant. The promenade is winding, leading to a turquoise lake, and extends to the depths of the courtyard, and the water surface is paved with tender green lotus leaves, fresh and lovely.

This house must have spent a lot of effort, financial and material resources to build it so graceful and luxurious, but not vulgar and exaggerated.

After walking for a long time, Zhu'an felt that he was about to get lost in this deep courtyard, and Liu Mingcai, who had been leading the way, stopped outside a quiet courtyard, and said respectfully: "Childe has arrived, this is a small courtyard prepared for you, please stay first." If the head of the family has something to go out today, please forgive the son, and ask the son to come over tomorrow. ”

Other families prepare guest rooms to entertain guests, and this Liu family directly prepares a separate courtyard, which shows that it is really one of the best families in the rivers and lakes.

Zhu'an nodded and agreed: "I'm tired." ”

"Where, I have commanded the maid to wait, and if necessary, just ask. ”

Zhu'an thanked him, and he didn't refuse, after all, it was someone else's home, he was a guest, and there were many rules that he didn't know about, and it was more convenient for someone to be there.

A few pink apricot blossoms poked out of the outer wall of this courtyard, and a wooden sign was inlaid on a moon door, which read: Xingyuan in Juan Xiu's words.

Very appropriate, very elegant.

Entering the moon gate, sure enough, the courtyard was full of apricot blossom trees, and as soon as the wind blew, it rained flowers, and it was comfortable to see.

There was a chic and delicate building in the courtyard, with white walls and tiles, and a wind chime tied to the wooden corridor outside the door, which jingled in the wind.

He stared at him and sighed imperceptibly.

A little maid in a pink dress with a double bun ran out of the small building, playfully ran to him and said good luck, and then said, "Chase Ann, I am Fluttershy sent by Steward Ming to serve you." ”

"There's Miss Lao. ”

Fluttershy covered her mouth and laughed, "Childe said that she laughed, Fluttershy is a maid who serves people, just tell me anything!"

Seeing that he is very talkative and bold, Fluttershy secretly glances at him several times and thinks that this boy is very good-looking.

"Childe, where are you from?"

"Fanzhou's Forget Worry Mountain. ”

"Wow, that's the rumored fairy mountain, there are very powerful medical immortals living on it, are you also an immortal, son?"

Zhu'an smiled dumbly, it turned out that the rivers and lakes were so appreciative of Forget Worry Mountain.

He shook his head and said, "Unfortunately not. ”

Fluttershy wasn't disappointed when she laughed, "Childe doesn't look much like a fairy." ”

After a few words with him, I went to prepare dinner, and we got along well.

After the meal, he was walking under the apricot blossom tree in the yard, and suddenly felt a piccolo on his waist, which was green and green, which was the one that Weaving Dream picked up from the little shepherd boy.

He picked it up a little stunned, and looked at it for a while, why is this flute here?

With a move in his heart, he picked up the piccolo and put it to his lips and blew a minor tune that he heard today.

"The mist is thick and the clouds are sad for eternity, and the brain is a golden beast. The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves. Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ”

The flute sighed and flew out of the wall.

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On a promenade in Liufu, a beautiful girl walked up.

The girl was wearing a long white skirt with a waist, a light-colored jade ring around her waist, her long black hair hung down softly behind her shoulders, her eyes and teeth, ice muscles and jade bones, and she was incomparably beautiful. It's just that her expression is cold, her eyes are cold, with a kind of coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away, like a snow lotus blooming alone on a cliff in the ice and snow.

Suddenly, she heard a flute like a sigh, like a mouthful.

She stopped, stopped and listened for a while, only to find the sound of the flute very sad.

A couple of little maids dressed like Fluttershy come down the corridor behind her with plates, and she calls out to one of them indifferently.

"You, come here. ”

The little maid seemed to be very afraid of her, bowed down, and saluted her submissively: "Miss." ”

The girl nodded faintly, still asking coldly, "Who is playing the flute?"

The little maid also heard the sound of the flute, and replied respectfully: "The slave maid doesn't know, but it sounds like it's coming from the apricot courtyard." Today, Mr. Ming brought back a son, who lives in the apricot courtyard, and it should be that son who is playing. ”

When the girl heard this, she waved her hand coldly, and the little maid retreated with relief.

The girl's footsteps paused slightly, and she walked towards the apricot courtyard.

When I got closer, I heard the sound of the flute coming from the courtyard.

She didn't go in, and stood silently under the tree by the moon gate in the small courtyard, her cold gaze on the courtyard.

I saw that in the apricot blossom tree in the courtyard, there was a fairy-like son, his appearance was very handsome, his temperament was dusty, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes seemed to be holding a pool of slightly drunk wine.

After the boy finished playing a song, he took the flute in his hand and studied it carefully for a moment, and then carefully tucked it away at his waist, as if it were very precious.

This flute looks like it's just made of ordinary bamboo, so cherished?

At this time, the voice of a little girl came from the wooden corridor under the eaves, and the voice was not loud and a little far away, and I couldn't hear what she said clearly.

It turned out that she didn't notice that there was a little maid standing under the porch who was cleaning, the little maid stopped what she was doing, smiled and said something, the young man's lips flashed a gentle smile, and he also replied a few words, very warm.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to catch a few falling apricot blossoms.

Suddenly. He looked up at the door, and the girl was startled and quickly avoided it.

An apricot blossom fell to the ground, and the door was empty.