Shenzhou Continent, Valley of Hundred Flowers

Mu Wanfeng and others followed behind Wang Jingrui, walking through the valley step by step, the mottled bluestone slabs full of cracks, telling the years experienced by the Valley of Hundred Flowers, simple but not heavy, just like an old wine, waiting for people to savor it.

The morning sun is shining in wisps.

The attics on both sides of the street are antique, and there is a special fragrance wafting out inside, which seems to be burning with special spices, which makes Mu Wanfeng feel comfortable.

As Wen San said, there are hundreds of flowers in the Valley of Hundred Flowers.

Eighty percent of the disciples on the road were female disciples. There is no shocking exquisiteness, but the eyebrows are clear, gentle and lovely.

It makes people feel that if you pick one of the valley flowers, it will be worth your life!

After careful observation, Mu Wanfeng found that each female disciple had the same robe, but the embroidery on it was slightly different, with peony roses and lily narcissus, which seemed to be embroidered by herself.

Many female disciples on the road looked sideways when they saw a strange monk coming to the Hundred Flowers Valley, and some even bit their ears like jewels, laughing and whispering......

After seeing Mu Wanfeng's gaze swept over, they parted as if nothing happened. However, he didn't look away, and looked directly at Mu Wanfeng unscrupulously.

The burning gaze was like looking at something strange.

"How is it, do you feel like your heart is beating?" Wen San touched Mu Wanfeng with his elbow.

Mu Wanfeng was a little hairy, touched her nose, and said with a wry smile: "I have the feeling of a heartbeat, but it's the kind of ...... that is targeted by a wolf."

"This is called being in the middle of ten thousand flowers, and the leaves don't stick to your body, Brother Feng, your realm is not enough. Wen San enjoyed this gaze very much, and walked a little drifting with the steps that his six relatives did not recognize.

Han Rou didn't care about her curiosity, she felt very keen, and she smelled something unusual. After carefully scanning it for a week, I found that the eyes of many female disciples were focused on Mu Wanfeng.

She frowned, walked back to Mu Wanfeng's side quickly, pulled his arm, and begged: "It's all in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, can I not cover my face?"

Mu Wanfeng glanced at her, a little puzzled by her sudden move.

Thinking of being in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, there shouldn't be anything else because of Han Rou's appearance. And it was a bit too much to keep her from showing her true face, so she said: "Yes, but after leaving the Valley of Hundred Flowers, you still have to bring it." ”

Han Rou jumped up with joy and took off the silk scarf, revealing her beautiful face, which still had a mature charm that did not match her age.

Han Rou held up her full chest, confident and spontaneously appeared, glaring back at those eyes cast at her one by one.

This act of swearing sovereignty did not make the eyes decrease, but made most of the male disciples look over, and their eyes were full of envy for Mu Wanfeng, but there was no jealousy.

For the first time, Mu Wanfeng was looked at by so many people, but there was no contemptuous gaze among them, and he didn't know what it was like in his heart.

It took nearly an hour, almost across the entire Valley of Hundred Flowers, and finally, everyone crossed an arched bridge, and found a quiet small courtyard among the flowers, which was simply enclosed by a wooden fence.

"Here it is. Wang Jingrui said to Mu Wanfeng with a light smile.

"Where does my mother live, can I know?" Wen San snorted and said, "Don't think I don't know, what are you calculating in your heart!"

"......Shhhh ”

Wen San suddenly smiled: "Hehe, I remember that guy Huafeng, he also likes Baihua wine, give him a jar, I can't say, he will go to you to talk about life......"

Wang Jingrui's face changed, and then he immediately put on a smiling face, hugged Wen San affectionately: "Ah San, brothers, decades of relationship, why do you want to see each other like this?"

Wen San trembled, choked on his disgust, shook him off, and said, "Hmph! Don't get so close, it's like you're very familiar." ”

Immediately afterwards, Wen San said to Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou: "Brother Feng, Senior Sister Han, after you go in later, no matter what I say, don't be surprised, let alone refute, you know?"

Although Mu Wanfeng didn't know why, she still nodded.

After Wen San finished instructing, he was still a little worried about Han Rou, her expression was a little embarrassed, and she whispered a few words to Mu Wanfeng.

Mu Wanfeng understood and asked Han Rou to bring the silk scarf again.

Ready to stop, Wen San took the first step, pushed the door in, and with a soft squeak, he said loudly: "Mother, auntie, we are back......"

There are flowers and plants planted in the courtyard, and there are many common elixirs, Mu Wanfeng spent nearly a month, the book was not read in vain, he knew all these elixirs.

In addition to these elixirs of flowers and herbs, there are four adjacent cabins, located in the innermost part of the courtyard, surrounded by a cluster of green bamboo.

The winding path leads to the secluded, crooked and twisted path for only one person to pass, and everyone came to the small cabin not far away, and saw a quiet woman like a quiet orchid, standing under the swaying bamboo shadow.

The woman was dressed in coarse linen clothes, but she could not hide her graceful demeanor, and looked at the people who came with a smile.

When the crowd came near, the woman spoke, "Come back, come back, shout something......

"Mother, we haven't eaten yet. Wen San stepped forward, grabbed Wen Ya's arm, and walked into the room, rubbing his head against her.

Wen Ya shook her head helplessly, poked Wen San's forehead with her hand, and said, "How big a person, I'm not afraid of other people's jokes." ”

The gentle cabin is not big, and it is not much when you usually live alone, but when everyone enters, it looks very crowded.

"They are jealous of me, there is such a beautiful mother, I can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour!" Wen San still said with a gentle voice.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou, their expressions were dark, they were the few people who couldn't eat grapes.

Wen Er stepped forward quickly, slapped Wen San's head, and then dragged his ears away from Wen Ya.

"Mother, the second brother beat me again!" Wen San still held Wen Ya's hand and told him aggrievedly.

"It's you who hit!" Wen Er slapped a few times one after another, and gave Wen San a frantic look.

Wen San finally saw that there was something wrong with Mu Wanfeng's faces, he knew that he was speechless, he no longer pestered Wen Ya, pointed at Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou, and introduced with a smile: "Mother, this is Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou, Brother Feng He also saved the lives of our three brothers!"

Wen Ya read countless people, and when she looked at the expressions on Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou's faces, she didn't know why Wen Er beat Wen San.

Wen Ya took the two of them to the bed and sat down, and said with a smile: "I am usually very deserted here, this time you come, stay longer, treat this place as your home, I have always wanted a daughter, but I gave birth to three uneasy sons." ”

"From now on, you will call me Aunt Wen, well, this is not appropriate, I still have a sister, you will call me Auntie, and my sister will be called Auntie......"

Wen Ya just talked briefly about the parents, and she didn't mention that Mu Wanfeng had saved her son, nor did she ask about the two of them's father, but it made the two of them very warm in their hearts.

Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou called Aunt in unison, and Wen Ya responded happily and said, "You wait, the medicinal food in Baihua Valley is very delicious." ”

After Wen Ya finished speaking, she turned around, glared at Wen San, and then walked straight out of the door......

As Wen Ya said, the medicinal food of Baihua Valley has a unique taste, the taste is very light, but it is very fragrant!

Mu Wanfeng also tasted it, the Baihua wine in Wen San's mouth, the taste of the wine was not very strong, but it made people drink one cup after another.

The mellow sweetness, scattered all over the limbs, has an endless aftertaste, which is intoxicating.

Wang Jingrui got what he wanted, so he said goodbye and left, although there was nothing important at the mountain gate, but he was still worried about Zhou Huimin, so he had to go over and watch.

After Wen Ya finished cleaning up, Wen San asked, "Mother, why didn't you see Auntie?"

"She, she went out early in the morning," Wen Ya asked a little strangely, "Why didn't Beitangyi come back this time?"

Wen San pondered, sighed, stopped talking a little, and said, "Let's wait for my aunt to come back......"

"I'm back, let's talk about it......"

At this time, a beautiful figure appeared at the door, carrying a basket of medicinal herbs, also coarse linen, and his appearance was seven points similar to Wen Ya.

Wen Yi had a cold face, as if she was hanging with a thousand years of ice, and looked at Wen San for a moment.

Wen San had long been accustomed to Wen Yi's frosty face, and got up to welcome her into the house.

After he sat down, Wen Sancai looked solemn, solemnly took out a beautiful wooden box from the storage ring, put it on the table, and placed it in front of Wen Yi.

Wen Yi looked at Wen San's expression, and felt a little panicked inexplicably, although she hated Beitang Qiu to the core, but Beitang Yi was still her own flesh and blood, and it was impossible to be indifferent.

"What is it?" Wen Yi didn't open it immediately, but asked Wen San.

Wen San didn't speak, just quietly lowered his head, and Wen Er and Wen Yi also hung their heads in tacit understanding.

Inside the cabin, there is an indescribably heavy atmosphere......

Wen Yi had a frosty face in her mouth, and she could no longer remain calm.

Click!

In this oppressive atmosphere, Wen Yi's hands trembled a little, and when she opened the wooden box, Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou looked in at the same time.

A clean lace brocade sheet, neatly folded, rests quietly in a box.

Looking at such a thing, even Wen Ya was a little inexplicable, let alone Mu Wanfeng and Han Rou.

Wen Yi recognized this thing at a glance, she shook off the sheets, there was a little blood stain on it, although it was old and a little dull, but it was extraordinarily bright......

The water valve was opened in her mind, and the tidal wave of memories poured out, and Wen Yi seemed to be back to that night more than 20 years ago.

That night was the happiest moment for her, and it was also the most painful moment.

Wen Yi rubbed the sheet, the expression on her face was cloudy, and after a long time, she asked, "What does Beitangqiu mean?"

Wen San said with difficulty: "Uncle he, he ......"