Li Jinglan finally sent Jiang Zifan with a broken mouth, took off his coat and looked at the whip marks on his shoulders, and couldn't help frowning and smiling bitterly, but in just a few days, two more scars were added to his body, what is this called, according to what the master said, his cultivation cannot be said to be a thousand miles a day, and it can be regarded as a speed of ascension, but almost every battle must be injured, and some creditor assassins in the past have also fallen, Du Teniang is the enemy, and it is natural to fight for his life, but it is a bit too much to be injured by Jiang Zifan and the shell girl, there is no place to reason, in Jiang Zifan's words, life is simply impossible to live。

Compared with most people in the realm of martial arts, Li Jinglan has seen a bigger scene, needless to say, how many times have he experienced even the means of earth immortals under his nose, he knows the depth of the rivers and lakes, with his current level plus Jiang Zifan, he is just able to escape from the hands of the master of the heavenly phenomena, it is really that the higher the martial arts, the less courageous he is, in the face of thousands of troops and horses, he didn't blink an eyelid, and now in the face of his unreliable luck, Li Jinglan feels that his progress is a little slow, so he has a more urgent desire to move forward in martial arts。

As the saying goes, if a person is floating in the rivers and lakes, how can he not be stabbed? But he can't always be stabbed? There are still people floating in the rivers and lakes, and the wine and sword are happy, when will he be free? I dare not think about it, and when I think of it, my eyes are full of tears!

Located in the southeast of the Longmen Mountains, the river oil in the upper reaches of the Fujiang River, covers a small area, but has its own elegance, here has been out of the most romantic Confucian sword fairy Li Bai for thousands of years, he has become a poet and a star, and the flying sword of a thousand miles takes the head. What a heroic and heroic man, which sword crosses the north and south of the river, that poem, the air runs through the mountains and rivers, so that the literati and writers of later generations, the heroes of the rivers and lakes bow and worship, let how many fairies and heroines go crazy, the eternal romance is finally beaten by the wind and rain, the immortals are gone, and there are countless beautiful legends left in this place.

In a few days, it will be counted to nine, the plug is already snowdrifting, the Fujiang River is still warm, a young man who looks to be eight or nine years old, dressed in cloth clothes and bare feet, is rolling his trousers and jumping along the river bank alone, holding a long bamboo spear in his hand, stopping from time to time, gesturing left and right, and making a hehehehe

The young man, who had been bouncing on the bank of the river for more than half an hour, finally felt a little tired, stuck the bamboo spear on the soft sand beside him, and lay on the riverside with his legs crossed, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, muttering to himself.

The boy is actually not very lonely, he has a lot of friends, but unfortunately his friends are thousands of miles away this year, this is not the case in the winter of previous years, but this year is a little strange, but he has confidence in his friends, he knows that his friends will not abandon him, so the boy will still stand by the river every day and wait, waiting for the surprise to come.

The young man closed his eyes, as if his eyes were full of red-billed birds, he waved his hand, and the red-billed birds fluttered their wings and flew into the sky, and in the distance a big red horse galloped with the dust in the sky, and immediately a burly man in a golden helmet and golden armor carried a big iron spear and rushed towards him, he was not afraid, but happily greeted him, the man let out a deafening laugh, and grabbed him, gently put him on the saddle, and the wind was galloping, but he was not worried at all, because the burly figure was his stinky father, and millet was very down-to-earth beside him。

"Daddy!"

Half-asleep, a word came out of Xiaomi's lips.

Two clear tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and fell from his sideburns.

When I was playing alone by the river, I was stunned by the bloody scene, a red-billed gull was attacked by a falcon in the air, and the red-billed gull that made a wailing gull fell to him in front of him who was stunned with fright, lying on the ground, and convulsed.

The falcon in the air was eyeing the tiger, the young man looked at the blood stains on the broken leg of the red-headed gull, he was ruthless, and danced the bamboo pole in his hand frantically, and the falcon circled a few times, feeling that there was no chance to take advantage of it, so he spread his wings and flew north.

The little hero sat on the ground panting, his little face was pale, and he didn't care whether the red-headed gull could hear or not understand himself, and said to it: "Don't be afraid, my father is amazing, fortunately this flat-haired beast is fast, let my father see it, and shoot it down with an arrow!"

Stumbling back home with the red-billed gull, only to feel the child with weak legs, did not call the mother first, because in his mind, the mother will only be for him to grow strong, the cute big bird stewed the soup for himself to drink, he quietly called out his father, the burly man who had not yet fought a hundred battles smiled and picked up the child who was screaming in one hand, and held the red-headed gull in the other, and shouted: "Lanxiang, I can fight the tooth sacrifice at night!", the child with his limbs hanging in the air and his teeth and claws crying:" Stinky daddy, rotten daddy, you dare to eat my big bird, I'll fight with you!"

The burly man laughed, and when he heard the scream, the young woman in cloth came out of the hut, and threw the rag in her hand at the man: "Hu Yang, you are dead! If you don't put the millet down, you are scared of him!"

As soon as Hu Yang let go, the millet bar fell to the ground, not caring about the pain in his body, the dust jumped to grab the red-billed gull in his father's arms, Hu Yang smiled and supported his little head with one hand, Xiaomi's two lotus-like arms were on the head and wanted to get rid of his father, but how could he have such strength, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help crying.

Ji Lanxiang came up and kicked her husband's calf, Hu Yang smiled and didn't dare to hide, spread her hand, Xiaomi hugged her mother's thigh and shouted: "Mother, save the big bird, save the big bird, it's so pitiful." ”

Ji Lanxiang felt sorry for the child, touched Xiaomi's head, and glared at Populus euphratica, "Don't go to the medicine soon, if you don't take the medicine, it will really die, I really want to stew soup and drink!"

Hu Yang grimaced at Millet and walked into the house quickly, and Millet hurriedly followed.

cleaned the injured leg of the red-headed gull, applied gold sore medicine, and wrapped it in a clean white cloth, Xiaomi looked at his father with a slight apology, and Hu Yang smiled at him: "A good man can't just cry his nose to save people's lives, study hard!"

Millet pouted and threw him the back of the head.

In the days that followed, Millet took good care of the big bird, watched it slowly gain energy, watched it slowly stand upright on one leg, watched it try to wave its wings, watched it fly into the blue sky, and flew back again.

The lonely millet has a good friend, who accompanies him for a walk by the river, watching him "sweep thousands of armies" and "split Huashan", waving two big wings to "applaud" him, standing beside him like a personal soldier guarding the general, or flying to the blue sky and looking down at the millet hand dance. This year, Xiaomi is happy.

In March of the following year, the red-headed gull was reluctant to leave the millet and flew north, and the millet chased more than two miles along the river bank, but the red-headed gull still flew into the distance and disappeared.

Xiaomi didn't dare to tell her father, but secretly scolded the big bird for not being a friend enough, but how could Hu Yang and Ji Lanxiang not know their children, not to mention, in the middle of the night, he said dream talk and sad sobbing, how could a father not be heartbroken.

One morning six months later, Millet opened the door of the house and was pleasantly surprised to find that his friend had returned, and not only that, but also brought him eleven new friends, large and small.

On the banks of the Fujiang River, it is lively again, and the little general also "inspects" and "marches" at night, and is happy to do this.

In the autumn of the third year, the big bird came, but the father left, when he left, the father made him this bamboo spear, and told him to protect his mother, the father said that he was going to be a real general, the father said that the black iron helmet was as heavy as the iron pot, the father said that he was going to learn to ride a big horse, and the father also said that one day, he must change a big iron spear, and asked him to practice kung fu well, otherwise he could not move.

Dad left, and my mother chased out five miles, farther than when he chased the big bird.

My mother cried, crying very sadly, heartbreaking, more powerful than he was at the beginning, and my mother bit the corners of the quilt at night, and her tears soaked the thin pillow.

Even millet carrying a bamboo spear felt that it was not interesting, like a general who had lost a battle, a flock of red-billed gulls surrounded him, flapping with their wings, pecking lightly with the tip of their mouth, and millet was indifferent.

It turns out that the stinky dad who has always been in his heart, the bad dad, doesn't seem to be so bad, dad, you come back quickly! Xiaomi doesn't want a big iron gun, and he doesn't want to be a general, Xiaomi just wants to guard his father.

At the head of the southern city of Ningwu Guan, Hu Yang looked at the gloomy and snowy sky, Rao is his kung fu is profound, and he is not afraid of cold and heat, but he still subconsciously feels cold, and stretches out his hand to brush away the frost on his eyebrows, he thinks, the water of the Fujiang River is still flowing in a hurry! The millet in winter should be happy! There is a large flock of red-billed gulls accompanying him, how tall is the nine-year-old man? Can he reach his chest? Hehe! This child has grown up with him since he was a child, and he must grow up quickly, Lanxiang wants to beat him now, but he can't catch it!

"General Hu, do you miss your sister-in-law?" asked Li Jinglan on the side with a smile.

"General Li, I have also read books for a few years, but it is not quite the same as you, those wind and snow and moon I do not agree, the wife and children are hot kang heads, is the heart of our veterans, to be honest, what I just thought about was my own rabbit cub, and the money letters to your sister-in-law have never been less every month, but the iron gun promised that rabbit cub is really not good to carry, that kid and my temper are similar, I guess it should annoy me, hehe, this father, not a good one!"

Hu Yang's emotion made Li Jinglan's nose sour, what was that fat man thinking in the far north? Is it just like General Hu, thinking about his rabbit cub?

He looked up due north, where the clouds were heavier, where the sky was darker, and a huge snowflake fell and streaked across his eyelids.

The snow is coming again,

Daddy! What is the habit of wearing a sheepskin coat?

The dark clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it, the iron armor is cold and the wine beads are icy, and the two men, one looks south, the other looks north, and they are all in love.