There is an old saying that since ancient times, chivalrous people are sentimental, and it is Dou Xian'er who makes the whole river and lake tremble, twenty years ago, Dou Chang'an's three words are incomparable, the green shirt and long sword go to the end of the world, a sword piercing clouds goes to the sky and the earth, God blocks and kills the gods and Buddhas, and the wind and flow occupy half of the rivers and lakes of the towering beams, I don't know how many young women's crazy admiration, but it is such a unique sword fairy in the world, but for a woman is willing to give up the entire rivers and lakes, put on his hair and enter the forest, and does not ask about the world.

After going through the Songhai Cangtian, the middle-aged man walked slowly up to the hawthorn forest, this way seemed to have walked back to his youth, he looked at a fruitful hawthorn tree and was stunned, he was no longer the chic and uninhibited green shirt walking the rivers and lakes, attracting thousands of women crazy sword god, at this moment his face was like a calm lake, but suddenly a drop of water droplets, gradually ripples.

Dou Changan turned his back to the three of them, and said with a smile: "She is a special woman, she said that as long as the spring is approaching the earth, sprinkle the hawthorn tree seeds in Vientiane Mountain, and wait until the spring of the next year, you can see the hawthorn trees all over the mountains, which will be the most beautiful scenery in the world. ”

"I really can't imagine it!" Dou Changan looked up at the sky and smiled.

Dou Changan didn't care whether the three people who followed behind understood it or not, he didn't stay too long under the hawthorn tree, slowed his gaze and continued to walk through the hawthorn forest, striding towards the mountain, leaving only the three of them with a bloated back.

Long Haotian picked off a hawthorn and put it in his mouth, and immediately his facial features were squeezed together: "Sour, astringent." ”

Bai Yunxin thought about the rosewood beads left to him by the gray-clothed old monk, where was there such a casual log to taste the hawthorn as the plain-robed boy, and followed closely behind Dou Changan without saying a word, but he still couldn't help but be curious in his heart, and said that the hero could not escape the gentle mound, but in any case, Dou Changan did not seem to be the master who would give up the splendid rivers and mountains for the sake of beauty, what is so special about the woman who can make Dou Changan look so forward to wear the autumn water?

The boy in plain clothes didn't rush to keep up with the two, and picked off a red and purple hawthorn and handed it to Ziyi, Ziyi pursed his mouth and shook his head, Long Haotian smiled and threw the hawthorn into his mouth.

The purple-clothed white throat moved, and then his expression became strange, and he asked extremely puzzled: "Childe, these hawthorns are so sour, why do you have to eat them one after another, isn't this asking for hardship?"

Quack quack chewed a few times, the plain boy couldn't help but be sour, so he spit out the hawthorn pomace, Ziyi hurriedly wiped the corner of his mouth with brocade sleeves for the plain boy, the plain boy took the opportunity to put his hand on the slender waist of the purple cloth, probably felt that the purple clothes were not a little funny, and said softly: "Qiuli, you don't understand this, the world has its own flavors, sweet and sour, hawthorn is sour, but it is unforgettable." ”

Long Haotian glanced at the fiery hawthorn forest, and there was an undercurrent rippling in his eyes

said deeply: "Just like Dou's predecessors, Yiren is far away, but he will never forget, do you know this feeling?"

Long Haotian's slender fingers caressed and wandered around the waist of the purple clothes, the master and servant often communicate in this form, although Long Haotian's teasing kung fu is unique, but he has never seen the real chapter, and the personal maid Qiu Li never feels inappropriate, she has known since she can remember that her life can only belong to this man in this life.

Ziyi bowed his head silently and said nothing.

Seeing this, Long Haotian withdrew his hand on the purple waist, flicked her nose lightly, and smiled softly: "Qiu Li, Qiu Li, you are so stupid, when will you be smarter?"

"Childe, were you thinking about the girl in white just now?" asked Ziyi softly like a mosquito.

The handsome and jade-like plain-robed boy of Fengshen was noncommittal, looking up at the vast hawthorn forest like a sea of smoke, and lost his mind slightly.

The blue brick mountain road runs through a large area of hawthorn forest, extends to the peak shrouded in mist, the weather of Vientiane Mountain Range is unpredictable, it is really breathtaking, just as Dou Chang'an, who boasted that he had entered the fairyland of the flood wilderness, said, Vientiane Mountain is indeed a good place. But if you want to talk about the landscape of the fairy scenery and strange stones, the Vientiane Mountain is far less magnificent than the Jixia Mountain, but the hawthorn forest at the foot of the mountain has a sense of a flash in the pan, amazing for a moment, on the other hand, the Jixia Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, the mountains and mountains are undulating, among which there are countless rare birds and strange peaks, and the background is far from being comparable to other new schools that have come out and made together.

The mountain is becoming steeper and steeper, due to the rain, the green brick path is slippery and difficult to walk, Dou Changan and Baiyun always walk in front, and Long Haotian, who has no martial arts foundation, slowed down his pace, and the girl in purple was afraid that the master would step on the moss on the green bricks, and the soles of her feet slipped carelessly, and she did not dare to be careless, and carefully supported Long Haotian, step by step.

"Dou senior. Bai Yun, who was following behind, suddenly spoke.

Dou Changan didn't look back, and said impatiently: "Don't ask any more questions about why Vientiane Temple wants to take Buddha beads and so on, Lao Tzu really doesn't know." ”

Bai Yun stopped and continued, "That tree seems to have your name engraved on it. ”

The man who had always been arrogant and unruly when the sky fell and was covered with a quilt was stunned for a moment, and immediately stopped his pace.

The middle-aged man's gaze followed the direction Bai Yun was pointing, and when he landed on the hawthorn tree engraved with his name, he was stunned.

The master and servant on their heels also stopped.

Dou Changan was distracted, slowly took steps, every step was like walking in the mud and heavy and unspeakable, when he approached the hawthorn tree, he suddenly found that a large area of hawthorn forest was engraved with the word Dou Changan, and there were one or two sentences attached to the name.

"The first snow in the north of the country is beautiful, and I want to bring this snowflake back to the south. ”

"He said he would take me to Erhai Lake in southern Xinjiang to see the wind and snow. ”

"He said he was willing to open the Angry Cangxia Gorge for my sword

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“。。。。。。 ”

Countless dusty and broken pictures are connected one by one like bead curtains, and they are rapidly floating in Dou Changan's heart.

"Bing'er... The middle-aged man's back sighed, approached one of the hawthorn trees, and reached out to gently caress the carved tree

of words.

The words on the hawthorn tree are almost all engraved with sharp weapons such as daggers, each stroke and every knife are neat and powerful, just like ink on rice paper, which requires great effort, and at the end of each sentence there is a word of ice, everyone knows that ice is the special woman in Dou Chang'an's mouth.

Dou Changan moved his footsteps, stopped for a moment in front of each hawthorn tree he passed, carefully read the words on the tree, and after reading more than ten hawthorn trees engraved with words, Dou Changan suddenly stopped, I don't know whether it was brewing in feelings or in tears, picked off a hawthorn, and put it in his mouth after looking at it for a long time.

The middle-aged man with his back to the lonely man always turned his back to everyone, without saying a word, the sourness of the hawthorn penetrated his internal organs, he chewed slowly, savoring this sourness.

Long Haotian was also attracted by the hawthorn forest engraved with a heartfelt monologue, and every sentence that was painstakingly portrayed, between the lines of the words there was a hidden deep love for the woman, not only was it greasy with the love of a child, but it made people feel that there was no one in a thousand women who were so affectionate. In this river and lake, who is not willing to drink the strongest wine, ride the fastest horse, kill the most hated person, and finally get along with the person he loves the most, it is no wonder that Dou Changan will close the sword and seal the sheath for her, put on her hair and go into the forest, and give up a beautiful scenery of the rivers and lakes.

Dou Changan swallowed the hawthorn foam, his face dispersed the haze, turned around and returned to the blue brick path, leaving the hawthorn forest full of his name and stories at this moment.

The hawthorn forest rendered like a red cloud faded away, followed by a mountain forest as golden as the sea, and strangely enough, this forest was covered with gold leaf, but the trunks and rhizomes were as green as the budding of early spring. The change of the four seasons is the iron law that the gods of Daluo can not change, although the autumn in the south comes more slowly, far less than the autumn in the north, and the branches are bare, but the dead leaves can be seen everywhere after the autumn in the south, but not as seen in the scene of yellow leaves hanging high on the Vientiane Mountain.

"Dead leaves can grow in reverse. Bai Yun couldn't help but secretly marvel.

Walking to the mountainside, in front of the blue brick mountain road, several Taoist priests are stopping and waiting.

Dou Changan has always been heartless, the front foot left the hawthorn forest engraved with his name, and the back foot licked his face like a naughty child and joked with Baiyun: "Boy, look, before you go up the mountain, the grandchildren of Vientiane Temple hurriedly came out to greet you, you see how big you are." ”

Bai Yun looked up, and sure enough, he saw several Taoist priests standing on the blue brick and stone road not far away, so he asked in a low voice, "Are they here to return the Buddha beads?"

Dou Changan spread his hands and replied: "Then you have to ask them, who do you ask me and I ask?"