Chapter XI

With the passage of time, the change of seasons, winter to spring, Zhao Qingzhe and his partners did not go out, because Dongmei Dao people did not allow everyone to go out without permission. She knew that the children were still young and ignorant, and they were full of curiosity about the world, so it would be bad to indulge them, and it was already winter, which was extremely bad for the children's health.

Maybe spring is coming, and everyone can go out for a spring outing.

Zhao Qingzhe had long wanted to go to see Akyu, maybe he might get on a horse, he thought about it for a long time, how much he hoped that it could be realized one day.

At the end of April, spring is late, and all kinds of flowers bloom in a gorgeous and splendid way.

The two trees in the courtyard of the ancestral hall have grown young leaves, and their vitality has returned to their trunks.

A pair of bluebirds flapping their wings landed on the trunk of the tree, and life appeared in front of Zhao Qingzhe's eyes, making him see hope.

On a sunny morning, Zhao Qingzhe went to the basic level school with joy, and he thought, "Spring is coming, and all good things will come." "He's hopeful.

"You know what?" said Willow, "and the highland plains outside are overgrown with grass. ”

"That's fun. Zhao Qingzhe said, "It's possible that we can go out ......"

"It's not good to be careful," Liu Cong said, "it's not good for the master to know." ”

"I know. ”

"Master is here, brother. Zhao Xiaoxin whispered.

Everyone suddenly stopped talking and waited quietly for Dongmei Daoren to come in and speak.

Dongmei Daoren asked, "Have you memorized the Book of Songs?"

Everyone said in unison, "Remember." ”

"Today I will teach you to recite the University and the Mean. You should follow the Master's recitation. ”

"Yes, Master. ”

So Dongmei Daoist recited a sentence, and everyone also recited a sentence, and in this way, time passed quickly unconsciously.

Zhao Qingzhe lived like this day after day in Kunlunmen, reciting poems or writing monotonously every day, and never touched a sword. However, it is inappropriate for him to touch the sword at this time, because of this reason, Dongmei Dao people have already thought about it. Others, some of the senior brothers and sisters at the upper level have not survived like this for a few years. The development of everything in Kunlun Gate is in the plan of the head of Baiyun, it will not be too early, nor too late, and it will be implemented at the appropriate time.

In May, the season of recovery is slowly coming. On the highland plains, the shoots of grass break through the soil and exude the fragrance of grass.

The children in the basic level have been staying at home for a long time, and everyone wants to go out and see the world of flowers outside. However, everyone was just ready to move in their hearts on a whim, and no one dared not disobey the orders of the master. But one day, a girl asked the master to go out. This junior master ordered that he was not allowed to go out because of the cold winter, but now it is spring, which means that the ban has been lifted.

Everyone can finally go out and do activities. It was a sunny spring day, and everything was fresh, wonderful, and full of life. No one was absent, because everyone was really suffocated by the cold winter, and they had long wanted to go out to breathe in the fresh air of the highland grasslands and the fragrance of the grass.

The highland steppes sprouted large patches of grassy shoots that stretched to the foot of the peaks. There is a lot less snow on Yuzhen Peak, but it is still unattainable.

"What a beautiful spring!" Zhao Xiaoxin said.

"The grass has grown," Qiu Ju said.

"Tender, green," Mr. Zhao said.

"Tender, green," everyone repeated in unison, and cheered.

Everyone didn't go far, but on the highland plains at the foot of the mountain, they were in a good mood, breathed in the air, smelled enough of the grass, and that's it. Some of them thought of Akyu, but none of them proposed to visit Akyu, and Zhao Qingzhe didn't want to do it today, because he wanted to relax.

The spring is wet and rainy, so the Yuzhen Peak is full of clouds and mist, like a fairy breath.

Everyone was fascinated by this spectacle and sighed that they were lucky enough to live under the fairy mountain and be happy and happy.