Gao Buluo and Shu Yunu came to the extension of Qianmo Valley, and walked along the road to the bank of the Songjiang River, which is a guest house, which is convenient, and they lived after measuring it. The guest house door is on both sides of the tea table, inside is two into the room, one into the meal, one into the accommodation, the front faces the riverside, the back faces the mountain wilderness, but it is a pleasant scenery, the location is dangerous.

"I heard that Ah Kite has forgotten the past, is that true?"

In the afternoon of this day, the three of them sat together to talk about important matters, and soon, Shu Yunu had no intention of mentioning the matter.

"That's how it should be. The wind kite smiled and said.

"Do you know who the thief who killed you is?" Shu Yunu's tone was obviously a little hurried.

"It should be a half-imprisoned person. ”

After Gao Buluo answered, Shu Yunu looked at Feng Kite again: "You were also present at the martial arts conference, and you didn't think of anything when you saw the half-imprisoned person?"

The wind kite touched the hem of his clothes, lowered his eyes and replied, "No." ”

"No?" Gao Buluo also looked at the wind kite.

The wind kite watched as the sky darkened outside the door, and the sunset sprinkled out of the shadows of the leaves.

"Nope. She took a sip of her tea and put her cup down.

"What kind of tea is this?" Gao Buluo suddenly asked. Since it was asked suddenly, it means that there was a purpose for him to ask.

The movement of the wind kite putting the tea cup slowed down, she straightened the hair in front of her ear, and said with a smile: "Ah Kite doesn't understand this." There is no tea in Ah Kite's cup, the sky is dark and there is no tea, Ah Kite is stupid and can't smell the Tao. ”

"This is the microphylla bitter. The brilliance in Gao Buluo's eyes fell with the setting sun, and he thought she could guess it.

Yuehou Villa has always been a tea business, even if you don't know everything, you don't remember, you should know, and this is Gao's tea, Ah Kite really forgot. Gao Buluo listened to the sparse and faint calls of the autumn finches and insects outside the corridor, and his voice sank.

Seeing that the two of them were afraid that they had something to say, Shu Yunu stood up, bypassed the porch, and walked to the river outside the museum. It is a good place, the sunset boat, the long river and the dead trees, and the autumn scenery is a sorrow and Liao.

"Ah Kite really can't think of it for a moment at the moment. The kite slowly lowered its head.

"Sometimes I wonder if Ah Kite can remember me, or ......" Gao Buluo moved in front of the wind kite and looked down into her eyes: "Is Ah Kite a kite?" ”

The wind kite did not speak, but still lowered its head, its black hair slid down its shoulders, and the tips of its hair were lightly lifted by the wind and floated in the air.

After a while, the tent was raised in the evening, and the lantern at the door was picked down by the shopkeeper, and the candle was lit and hung up, and the two sat in the light, and the two shadows were melancholy together.

"But, how can I doubt Ah Kite?" Gao Buluo leaned back as if he was afraid of the wind kite getting angry, and then knelt down and said: "But Ah Kite really doesn't remember anything, and has become a kite who doesn't remember Gao." ”

"I guess I remembered, and I was fine. He held his chin, tilted his head and smiled at the wind kite with her head down, watching her bow her head like a frosted flower and not speak.

Suddenly, under the face covered by the scattered black hair, it began to rain, and by the time Gao Buluo sat up, her tears had already dropped two drops.

Tears came like rain on a spring night, silent and heartwarming. It's like this girl's temperament, impatient and spicy, and jasper hurts.

Gao Buluo felt bad at this time, and he was at a loss.

Smart people also use their intelligence in the wrong place, and intelligence is useless in weak places, or how to be direct and how to be more stable.

"Ah kite, I'm just kidding......" Gao Buluo put his hand on her shoulder, shook his eyes, stared at her a little overwhelmed, and said gently. I'm afraid of touching something and getting something.

"Can you ...... Tell me to stay by myself for a while......" Her trembling voice echoed in her ears, swinging in the air as weak and fragile as a lamp.

Gao Buluo didn't know what to do, but now he had to obey her, so he stood up and left with regret.

The wind kite wiped the tears from his eyes and took out a piece of wood in his arms, which was engraved with the words "Moon Queen Villa".

She touched the engraved trend on it, and there was no movement for a long time, and when she looked up and pulled her hair behind her ear, and put her hand on her lap along the end of her hair, it was already dark at night, the sound of the rain was gradually leaving, and the lights were flickering.

Speaking of infatuated women, Feng Kite is counted as one, and Song Hongchun is counted as another. I haven't heard of her since the martial arts battle.

The only thing that is clear is where the cold iron sword goes.

She should have followed the steps of the Iron Sword.

Saying this, it is better for her to follow Xia Puyu's steps. Now Xia Puyu has entered the Xinghan Plain, maneuvering in the obstacle laid by the Xuanji Department outside the Biyan Cave, and Song Hongchun is the same.

But she had arrived many days earlier. I walked out once, but I was blasted in.

When she met Urayu on this day, it was already the third day that she had entered this formation for the second time.

Although it is said to be General Lingmen Zuo, since General Zuo has a position because of the Cold Iron Sword, now that the Cold Iron Sword is gone, General Zuo is gone.

Song Hongchun is now just a Song Hongchun, just a woman who can dance with knives and guns, and she abounds in the rivers and lakes, but she is a little special, that is, she has met Xia Puyu and knows him, and sooner or later she will be injured by him, that is, she can be injured by him when she sees him.

Xia Puyu looked at the woman in front of her, her clothes were dirty, her face was pale, her hair was untidy, and her eyes were confused, she was still holding her spear tightly, and the tassels on the spear were still rippling with the forest wind, she seemed to have expectations in her eyes, and she seemed to be desperate.

Anyway, why did Xia Puyu come here alone?

Indeed, he did pass through the Yellow Springs Valley. The Mocao River only browsed for a mile, and then got off the boat, which was very close to the Flowing Fire Pavilion, and the junction of the Mangmang Plain and the Xinghan Plain was the Flowing Fire Pavilion of Mr. Chronicle.

He didn't plan to go down to the Yellow Spring Valley, but walked straight to the Flowing Fire Pavilion.

The outside of the Flowing Fire Pavilion was as sluggish as when Lin Yan visited, although the seasons were different, they were running towards one purpose.

Pu Yu stroked the forehead band to the back of his head, raised his feet and went up the stairs, whispered twice, and called Mr. twice. There was no movement for half a day.

After a while, when the wind blew the door lamp, I heard footsteps coming from inside the door, and then the door panel began to move. An old man in his fifties and sixties opened the door.

The old man had gray hair, long hair like a fairy, old flesh drooping cheeks, and his eyes were sunken and somewhat dim.

"Mr. Puyu?" the old man called out the same title he had been called almost a year ago.

He hurriedly bowed his hand: "The younger generation can't bear it." ”

"Mr. Chronicle is not here, so let's leave. The old man didn't answer Pu Yu's words, and he wanted to close the door by himself.

Pu Yu arched his hand again: "When I passed by the Flowing Fire Pavilion below, I wanted to visit Mr. Chronicle, and I didn't have any other intentions." ”

The old man looked at Xia Puyu for a moment, sighed and said, "Mr. Remember, I have already been arrested." ”

Xia Puyu was about to ask when he remembered to ask the old man's name.

"I don't know what the seniors are ?......"

The old man smiled: "It's just a small stream in the next class, and it's just a name." ”

"Since you can call out the name of the junior, it's not easy. ”

"Everyone else calls me the crane in the clouds. I'm Dongfang Yuntian. The old man's sleeves floated up gently, like two faint wisps of smoke.