"I'm about to get up, Erniang doesn't need our help to stir tea today, go to the mountains to play? I transformed the stone crossbow yesterday, and I can catch foxes. ”

In the early morning, Chu Zhanyan's room was banged by someone, and the door made of Nanzhu was elastic and good, and as the young man's fist fell, it continued to bend and rebound, rebound and then shock, and even the whole room was shaking, and the beams of the house were rattling, as if they were about to fall apart.

There was silence outside the house for a long time, and then there was an even louder slamming of the door, with a rough voice,

"Hey, is there anything in the house? No eyebrows, stone face, I'm Yan Hao, did you hear it?"

No response.

There was another silence, and then the sound of squirming sounded, and the window of Chu Zhanyan's room quietly opened a gap, and with a soft squeak, a swarthy and sturdy young man came in from outside the house.

The young man was straight-spoken, dressed in a slightly tight linen shirt, with bare arms, a leather bag slung around his waist, a slingshot pinned, and a firewood knife in his hand, carefully tucked his stomach to avoid knocking the table crookedly, holding his breath, and approached the bed lightly.

When he was about three steps away from the bed, the young man's face changed, as if he had been pushed by someone from behind, and the whole person strode forward and tore the gauze tent open.

"Wow......!"

A loud cry that had been brewing for a long time.

But only half of the sound came to an abrupt end, and the swarthy young man threw away the gauze tent with some obscurity, looked around the room with his hands on his waist, and muttered sullenly,

"Where are the people?"

——

"Fennel branch, angelica, poria cocos, white ginseng more than 20 years old, what else?"

In the depths of Daluo Mountain, on the rocky beach next to a certain stream, Chu Zhanyan fiddled with the results of a morning, which were some common herbs, not so unusual, they were all things that replenished qi and conditioned the body, and the year was not very high, and even a piece of white ginseng was only the size of a finger, which seemed to be less than ten years, and the medicinal properties were naturally pitiful.

Chu Zhanyan didn't seem to care about this, he counted the herbs placed on the rocky beach carefully, and confirmed that he could make three parts for the time being, so he took out the straw rope and tied the medicine tightly, and carefully put it into the bamboo basket on the side.

After doing this, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then took a cloth bag next to the bamboo basket and put it on his lap, staring at the sparkling water surface in a daze, and was extremely skillfully startled......

The natural stagnation is not occasional, in fact, in the past three years, whenever he is alone or in a bad mood, he has often been like this, and he has slowly developed a certain habit, once because of this Chu Zhanyan was not less reprimanded by the master, just because he was in a daze when he was practicing, and his soul wandered out of the world, causing his aura to be deranged and rampant, and he almost went mad.

For cultivators, the term "enchantment" is not unfamiliar, because it means the horror of stepping half foot into the abyss.

Chu Zhanyan has experienced it more than once.

is as strong as an outsider, but also still a human being, because of the clarity of the heart, so the love is deep.

"If the two love each other is long, how can it be...... Here's what the fuck thinks!"

The cold autumn wind woke up the young man, and found that he was distracted again, and a feeling of hating iron and steel arose, so he ripped open the knot on the cloth bag, took out a piece of steamed bread from it and stuffed it into his mouth, and scolded vaguely,

"Useless thing, I'll make you think, think of a fart, eat!"

It's just that I don't know if it's because the binge eating action is too intense and the choking in my throat, or because the steamed steamed buns of Fang's are tasteless and secretly wiped Luo Zi is too spicy, the young man's bulging cheeks look difficult and bitter, and in the depths of his eyes, there is gradually a little crystal permeated.

Rarely a little embarrassed to finish eating the dry food, Chu Zhanyan wiped his mouth, took a few sips of stream water, and finally calmed down the disturbed state of mind, suddenly he got up vigilantly and scanned, and found that the surroundings were quiet, so he patted his chest happily.

Fortunately, no acquaintances saw it.

With some self-deprecating laughter, the boy picked up the basket, shook his shoulders so that the rope would not hurt his shoulders, and took a step down the mountain.

Pinch your fingers to count the days, and it has been two years and three months since I came to this Daluo Mountain.

The boy thought,

After all, there are many, many things to do, and there are still many, many things to see and hear, but he really likes it here, so let himself leave some gifts before saying goodbye......

——

Chu Zhanyan met Yan Hao at the foot of the mountain, and when he saw him, this guy was throwing clods of soil boringly next to the irrigation canal at the entrance of the village, and his lazy movements and the left hand on the side of his cheek all obviously released his master's dull and silent protest.

Seeing Chu Zhanyan's figure carrying a basket from a distance, the swarthy young man suddenly came to his senses, and kicked the small stone pile into the water with one kick, with the sound of plopping, many fat rice fish were frightened by the flying stones, and the swarthy young man also rushed to Chu Zhanyan's side like a rabbit, and the joy on his face that could not be concealed was almost flying to the top of his eyebrows,

"You guy is back, where did you go? Yo he! The basket is still quite heavy, what kind of treasure did you go? You talk about you, don't call me when you go into the mountain, this second mother's house roasted tea, the big guys go and no one cares, I was looking for you to go to the mountains to try the newly changed bow, who knows that you got up earlier than me, and you went before the rooster crowed, and you just went without squeaking!"

"It's too early, I thought you were all asleep. ”

Chu Zhanyan said with a smile, Yan Hao This guy is the second friend he met here, he lives in the east of the village, he has no mother when he is young, his father has a good skill in ironmaking, from the tip of a needle to the farm tools, someone in the village will always call Uncle Yan affectionately when he asks for help, and he is a well-known figure.

As for Yan Hao himself?

That's a standard teenager, fun-loving and noisy, with a big grin, and the bronze color is naturally baked out in the high temperature of the blacksmith room, and it is as strong as a copper block.

"Come on, I can still sleep when I play? ”

Yan Hao pursed his lips, generally speaking, this morning's leisure made him suffocated, and at this time, he was a little reluctant to stop, chasing Chu Zhanyan,

"The results of the last bow test were very unsatisfactory, the string strength was not enough, I asked my father to pull a tough wire into it yesterday, twisted the twist and grasped, hey......! No, it shouldn't be effortless to shoot wolves, but it's a pity that you're not here, and it's not interesting to go by yourself, and then I thought about whether I should go to Erniang's gang to help......?

Speaking of this, the swarthy boy seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and couldn't help but snort and complained,

"Our place, said to be a wilderness is not far away, 108,000 miles away from the town, the biggest guest is still the county lord's grain urging officer, that is only once a year, what "distinguished guest" can run here? Could it be a foreigner?"

"It's hard to say, nothing is absolute. ”

Chu Zhanyan stared at the delicate bamboo building somewhere in the south, and answered a sentence a little absent-mindedly, one hand quietly reached to the bottom of the basket and turned it upside down, feeling the real weight, and his heart was a little stable,

"She can stand it, right?"

The teenager muttered to himself, a little hesitant, more worried.

"What can stand it?"

Yan Hao glanced at him in surprise,

"I said, are you listening to me, what are you thinking?"

When the words fell, the swarthy young man subconsciously followed Chu Zhanyan's gaze, pulled back again, looked again, and pulled back again......

Gradually, the look in the young man's eyes became interesting and playful, and he was filled with the discovery of a certain unspeakable but known sense of shock and laughter, excitement, and a little ambiguity.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Chu Zhanyan was a little confused by Yan Hao's second monk, and I have to say that this kind of wonderful look on a guy who is a teenager but no different from an adult black man is really a little too much to explain.

Yan Hao didn't know the indescribability of his expression, he quietly smashed Chu Zhanyan with his elbow, raised his eyebrows at the delicate attic, and said with a low smile,

"The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder in winter is shaking, the rain and snow in summer, tsk...... Chu Zhanyan, Chu Zhanyan, you can, no wonder Fang Jingya is always glued to you, it turns out that the world has long been secretly together, and she is with Jun Huan!"