After Chengying heard the words of the steward of Zhige, he fell into the moment when he had been looking forward to meeting for ten years, and the beauty in his heart was like that of the mother of the fairy, can he finally meet?

But how can a faint bitterness linger in my heart, what's wrong? What's wrong with Chengying? Is it because the picture of a smile on my lips that is often on my lips in my heart and when I am asleep is so beautiful!

Chengying put on the gray and white clothes that were as wrinkled as before, and tidied up before the house that could not see a trace of it, and then walked out with Muzi in vain, looking at the standing and outside the door, the slightly old Zhige housekeeper, ordinary and not too ordinary, the forehead has been slightly deeply wrinkled, a pair of eyes are cordial without a trace of the restraint of the subordinate housekeeper, revealing a little calmness, but, under the arms that hang freely at will, a pair of green jade hands, snow-white as jade, flawless, can't help but let Chengying forget the figure of the Zhige housekeeper, only a pair of hands are engraved in the depths of the mind, permanent and permanent, will not fade for a moment。

It can be seen that the butler of Zhige, in his kung fu, has seven points in his hands.

"Say something," said the butler.

Childe, the owner of the Drifting Rain Village has gone to the current place where Miss Yiren lives, and wants to invite you to come over to get together, you think it's good!

Chengying glanced at it, Mu Zi was in vain, and said, what is his explanation, the owner of the Drifting Rain Village, and the master of Chengying.

The butler said, "Let's go together, we'll see when we get there."

Childe, before going there, Zhi Gebo still wants to say a few words to you, and I hope that Childe Chengying will think twice!

Childe must not be willful, you know? There are several walls built in your heart, and Zhi Gebo doesn't want to ask, but the price you get, and the love and mercy you pay, all exist in your heart, and they are so good that you suffer, they are still your parents, how can you blame them. Remember, it's your biological parents.

A group of people, walking down in the snowy mountains, a few traces of green, gradually green, warmth melted a little blame in the haze of Chengying, mother, mother, finally about to see her, gentle as jade character, under the price of knowledge, what kind of road will be taken, Chengying in the flawed family, but also can't help but feel cramped and uneasy, can't help but think of the mother Piaoyu taught between his kung fu and moves, love and hatred tempering the heart, wind and rain, thunder and lightning refining the body, spring, summer, autumn and winter refining the sky. Don't think about it, in the whirlpool where you can't stand at all, you can be a beautiful ornament that stands and there, and there is like a glorious ornament!

It's just an ornament for people to play with, and a choice between the same famous sword that can be passed down through the ages, this is the way to Chengying.

A small courtyard group engraved with "Luofeng Nunnery" appeared in front of you, with red walls and green tiles, the new and ancient together, looking at the new house that had just been renovated. The two 10,000-year-old sycamores at the entrance of the gate have been accompanied by the ancient meaning of how long.

Perhaps the houses and courtyards are just to complement the embellishment of these two trees.

Sycamore is immortal for thousands of years, how can it be less moistened by the snow water, and the rain teaches Chengying is to know the handwriting, between reading and drinking. The heart and the body coexist, wandering at the intersection, the feet that dare not want to be as heavy as dragging lead, but the deep desire in the heart is like a wildfire. I really want to see my mother, mother, how can I let my footsteps not listen to the call and hesitate.

A resolute temperament occurs between the vast and the poor, compared to the fact that Chengying kills rabbits and chickens in order to survive. I really didn't dare to see blood, and I had to see the embarrassing scene.

Chengying has done it, and it can be now, yes, how can he stay here, but everything is just the futility of his heart and footsteps.

The vermilion door was opened, and the dust that wanted to be isolated from the world, the Yiren appeared there, how could they embarrass the heart of Chengying, the sun and the moon, the Glorious Virgin, covering the love that no one could stop and between the two, and they didn't dare to speak for a long time, like a wooden root for a long time.

Only the prayers and tears in the eyes remained, and on the cheeks of the Yiren, there was a cowardly expression of family affection and powerlessness.

Chengying grew up, in an instant, and in the blink of an eye.

The thin posture is comparable to that of the giant, less than twenty-eight years old, and the body is engraved with the smile of his mother, how can it be such a scene.

The snow-white temples, like a sharp sword, pierced Chengying's heart, and there was no wound, but bloodstained marks appeared in Chengying's heart.

Whoever embarrass you is the enemy of Chengying. You must die to apologize.

The elegant shadow of Chengying, the demonic aura is noisy, and few people can feel a trace of temperature and warmth in the cold eyes.

The Yiren were afraid, and the owner of the Drifting Rain Village who stood behind the Yiren was relieved.

The drunken owner of the Drifting Rain knew that he was afraid of being harmed, but he grew up, and a sign of clarity was fleeting, and he gently walked past Yiren's side, patted her shoulder, and came to Chengying's side.

One sentence, it's really hard to endure, one sentence, bullying is inevitable, one sentence, resist and fight for your own life, one sentence, you can't mold your conscience.

Go on, your mother will support you, although you are not a good father, but the fact that you are a father is really inevitable.

A soft sword with the color of fire and gray was held in his hand, and with two particularly strong hands, he put it in the palm of Chengying's hand, put it together, and held it tightly to make a blue and purple mark, and said, This is your mark last night.

Heal the wounds, the heart is still there, how can you go down your own way with the rain, don't just leave regrets.

Let's go, go and pursue your dreams, to find your beauty, you are really not needed here, you have made a mistake, how can the owner of the village ignore it.

Your mother wants to see you, but now she sees it, she is crying, you see, she can't help herself, you see, she sees you, her eyes are full of teardrops, let's go, a hand waved towards the courtyard, a snow-white horse, dusty, ticking horses' hooves, like a beautiful melody, telling the winter of parting, when returning home for the New Year, the east wind on the prairie, really didn't want him to go in, as if to drive him west.

But the sound of the dragon horse's throat slashed the dawning east wind, and on the horse's back, the burning knife prepared for him by his mother in the rain poured the broken snowflakes away.

On the grassland, the brave warriors of the tribes are already incompetent and unable to fill their stomachs, and they can only assemble towards one goal, that goal is the Ten Dynasties of the Dazi Dynasty, the land of lambs of the Dazi Dynasty.