"During the day, Brother Zhang and Sister Zhang said that they were going to look for their daughter, do you think they can find it?" Mo Lingfan asked.

"Of course you can, people have to live! And maybe their daughter is looking for them, too. Brother Yang replied.

Finally at night in Lechuan Village, Mo Lingfan returned to Yang Fei to live in the house, the two talked about the day's events, Yang Fei also asked some things about Mo Lingfan after entering Brother Zhang's body, and he said it all, except for the gloomy scene.

"By the way, why didn't Sister Baixia look for his husband later?" Speaking of the Zhang family couple looking for their daughter, Mo Lingfan suddenly remembered the red-clothed woman Baixia when she first came to Lechuan Village.

The blood marks of everyone in the village have been cured, and I don't know if Baixia will go to the village and wait later, Mo Lingfan thought to himself.

Yang Fei turned around and told him, "Actually, Baixia knows why that person is leaving, because he doesn't love him anymore." And Baixia also knew that the man had gone to Yuxing City. I just didn't look for it. Hearing this, Mo Lingfan was confused, "What do you mean by not being in love? Why don't you go looking for it? Isn't it hard to wait?"

"Oh, don't ask, you're still young, you'll know when you're older, or you can read more books in the future. Brother Yang turned over and ignored him, still thinking, why do you have nothing to say to the child.

Leave Mo Lingfan alone to think in the quilt. Suddenly, there was a whisper, "Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, the little kid asks what love or not!" suddenly came out and said, "I'm happy today, I'll tell you, love is for a person who can give up everything, and if you don't love, that person is insignificant to you." Got it, kid, read more books. "Uh-uhh

I swore in my heart that I would read more books in the future...

In the early morning, everyone packed up their things, Mo Lingfan carried the previous small baggage, and the opera troupe had a small carriage dragging a disassembled stage, and there was an open space to sit, and the two children happened to sit on it.

There were a total of seven people in the opera troupe, the old troupe leader and the small man who had a big stone on his chest before, including a woman, and the others Mo Lingfan could also roughly recognize him.

A group of seven people walked to the entrance of the village after saying goodbye to the people in the village, and when they walked to the entrance of the village, surrounded by mist, the flowers and plants were very lush, looming in the haze, as if they wanted to be the paint on the drawing board, scattered there, a red non-dazzling light appeared in front of their eyes, the man turned his head lightly, and gave them a back with a side glance, "Sister Baixia!" Mo Lingfan shouted.

jumped out of the car and ran in front of her in a few big steps, "Why are you still waiting here, didn't Brother Yang say..." "Say what?" She asked him in a sweet voice.

"No, nothing, you shouldn't have waited any longer. Mo Lingfan said without knowing it.

The woman turned around, her skirt fluttering, and said lightly to the Lechuan River: "If the long-term love is not worth it, the lonely shadow sequoia, look at the end of the world." "The water of Lethe turned blood-red and sparkled in the light of the early sun. "Let's go, take care!" she said as if to Mo Lingfan or anyone else.

Everyone nodded, "There are too many things in this world to be measured by whether they should or shouldn't, and sometimes I have to say that I get used to it." The faint words rang out.

Mo Lingfan had no choice but to walk back into the car, but Tang Xiaolan, who was in the car, pouted and stared at him hatefully, and for a while Mo Lingfan didn't know what was wrong?

"Mo Lingfan, let me ask you, do you like Aunt Baixia?" Tang Xiaolan asked unreasonably.

"Yes, Sister Baixia is so beautiful, of course I like it!" replied Mo Lingfan.

"Uh... Mo Lingfan, you are a big fool. I'll ignore you. Tang Xiaolan shouted loudly.

Everyone outside was happy, and the only woman in the opera troupe smiled: "Xiaolan, what is there to tell Sister Mu, don't let this group of men bully." ”

The big guy felt wrong when he heard this, and sure enough, Tang Xiaolan got out of the car after a while, ran to Mu Yu, and Mu Yu took her hand and walked together.

Liumo Lingfan was stunned in the car, "Did I say something wrong?"

Yes, read more books, my father asked me to read more, it should be to understand these things, I want to read books. With that in mind, he took out a basic book of poems that he had brought from home.

"Boy, don't be lazy, what broken books to read, give me sword practice, let me practice ethereal swordsmanship, what poetry collections to read, it's really brain-burning. A faint mockery drifted through.

"Yes, Brother Hades is right, I'm going to practice swords. Because in the car, I can only practice the mind first, sit upright, close my eyes and recall, "The sword is ethereal, and people enter the country." The moves are empty, and the sword shadow is empty. Scenes of ethereal sword-shaped sword dancing appeared in his mind.

"That's right, practice the sword well, something as profound as a poetry collection is still something that only I can comprehend. Quietly speaking, he looked at the poetry book on the ground in the spiritual sea.

Everyone was still walking forward, but the speed of walking was too slow, and before leaving, they had discussed going to Lingcheng to rent transportation and buy some dry food on the road.

However, it is still about a day's journey from Lingcheng, and it should be there tonight.

A whole morning has passed, Mo Lingfan has been sitting in the carriage, and there has been no movement at all, at this time Tang Xiaolan's anger has also disappeared, so he looked into the carriage, everyone knows that it is a child's temper, Mu Yu joked to her: "What, it's related to people again, then go and take a look." "Hmph, I'm just tired of walking, and I'm going to go in and sit for a while. Tang Xiaolan said and ran into the carriage.

As soon as she entered the carriage, she saw a book of poems on the floor of the carriage, "Three Hundred Tang Poems", she also looked at the book and turned the pages from time to time, and there was no wind in the carriage!

However, her attention was quickly attracted by Mo Lingfan, where Mo Lingfan sat cross-legged, with a calm face, with a trace of fine and dense Han.

Girls like to see boys look serious the most, and Tang Xiaolan is no exception, seeing Mo Lingfan meditating and cultivating seriously, she actually touched his face with her hand on the side. Now Mo Lingfan has blue hair, and the outline of his face is getting longer and more distinct, obviously a handsome guy. The touch flashed through her heart, and the child's skin was very soft. She wiped away the sweat from Mo Lingfan.

The ethereal realm is cold and lonely, and there is nothing around it, and it is definitely no good to be in it for a long time.

And he opened his eyes. Just touched his face Tang Xiaolan's eyes, and the two of them subconsciously blushed, but Mo Lingfan didn't know what to embarrass before, he grabbed Tang Xiaolan and touched his hand with his backhand, and said: "I'm sorry, Xiaolan, I don't know how I made you unhappy, you tell me, I apologize to you." This made Tang Xiaolan, who was weak-hearted, immediately find a position.

"Then you listen, you can't think that other girls are better looking than me, and you can't be courteous to other girls. Do you know?" She said seriously.

"Why?" Mo Lingfan was puzzled.

"Oh, it's not allowed. Tang Xiaolan replied, "I..." couldn't speak, thinking that I liked you.

"Okay, I promise you. Mo Lingfan replied when he saw her cute appearance.

"Then let's hook up!" "Hmm. ”

The two of them pulled up the hook in the car, and after pulling it, Tang Xiaolan grabbed Mo Lingfan's hand and told him that this is called a handle, and if you hold a hand, you just like it.

"Hmm. Mo Lingfan is also the first time to pull a girl's hand, I feel that her hand is very soft, the temperature is just right, and it is very comfortable.

Outside the car, Tang Baichuan was still looking at Lingcheng not far away, not knowing that her daughters were relying on people by themselves.

When people are children's tricks, they won't look at it, and now he cares more about the "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

"I want to be Li Bai. "This is a shout from the sea of the last spirits.