The nineteenth day of the lunar month, the beginning of spring.

The southern wild goose returns to the north, and it is advisable to go green.

The northern region of Kyushu, the north gate of Nanzhi Castle.

The carriage rode in the wind and gradually exited the city gates.

There was light rain, not much.

The drizzle is drizzling.

The driver was very young, but in his early twenties, with a hat woven of bamboo leaves and velvet on his head, holding the reins in his hand, and babbling something in his mouth, which he could not hear clearly.

The young coachman straightened his body like a long sword unsheathed.

Sitting in the carriage was a girl, leaning against the soft collapse, her face a little pale.

The official road is bustling with cars coming and going, so it's not lively.

On the contrary, the lotus picking girl who likes to be lively the most has never left Liu Xiaofan who is driving the car at the moment.

It's rare to stop being drowsy, and I always want to take a few more glances at this enemy.

Not to mention, Liu Xiaofan, who came as a coachman, is also very pleasing in the eyes of the lotus picking girl, and there is an indescribable similar taste.

Snow-clad and white-robed, famous horses and long swords, chariots and horses travel on the ancient road.

In the haze, this scene seems familiar.

Stop and go, listen to the wind and watch the flowers

"Liu Xiaofan ......"

The lotus girl looked at the back and muttered softly.

"Shopkeeper Lotus, are you calling me?"

The carriage stopped, Liu Xiaofan didn't turn around, there was a hint of banter in his words, and he still refused to add Miss Cailian well.

"Who's calling you!" Miss Cailian couldn't help blushing, glared at him, lowered her head, and pouted dissatisfied: "How many times have you said it, you are not allowed to call me the shopkeeper!"

"Okay, shopkeeper!"

Outside the carriage, Liu Xiaofan's voice was still so flat.

With a flick of the reins, the carriage continued forward.

The twilight clouds rippled, and the rain fell on the earth, but the sun was just right, as if the eyebrows of the Yiren were dark.

If the lotus girl looked up, she would definitely be shocked by the watery tenderness in the eyes of the young man outside the carriage.

The carriage was pulled by a white horse, without a hint of variegation.

Lu, whose name is a horse, is hard to find, and Liu Xiaofan rode back a few days ago.

To this day, the lotus girl still hasn't figured out where she got the money to buy such a famous horse, who is so poor that she eats and eats with her every day.

Thinking about it, I also feel that it is very possible to lead the horse.

For this reason, Miss Cailian was worried for a long time, for fear that one day the bitter master would come with a knife and ask for Liu Xiaofan's life.

Good birds choose wood, and virtuous ministers choose masters.

It's the same with famous horses, most of them are spiritual, and only heroes are not allowed to surrender.

The master of Lou will certainly not be bad.

Every time she thought of this, Miss Cailian stared at Liu Xiaofan's bastard with some concern.

She was thinking, this 'horse thief' can withstand a few slashes from the hero's master?

Fortunately, after so many days, there has been nothing to do, and I gradually relaxed.

As we move farther away from the city, there are fewer pedestrians on the road.

I heard that there will be a kite festival in the south of the city today, and it is a grand event for the young ladies in Namzhi City, and it is not to be missed.

Therefore, there are really not many people who come to the north of the city.

Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, the lotus picking girl felt inexplicably relieved.

Before I knew it, I fell asleep again.

Curled up in the soft collapse, breathing evenly, like a kitten.

Outside the carriage, Liu Xiaofan's hand holding the reins trembled unconsciously.

Then, hold it tightly again.

The car turned around and gradually drove away from the official road.

The rain stopped and fog grew.

In the misty mountains, a verdant bamboo building can be faintly seen dotted on the mountainside, and there is a faint smoke from cooking.

Liu Xiaofan parked the carriage at the foot of the mountain and gently touched the horse's head.

Lu Potong was human, gently rubbed his master's shoulder with his head, and stopped.

Lifting the curtain and picking up the sleeping lotus girl, Liu Xiaofan walked out of the carriage and looked up at the bamboo building close at hand, and walked towards the mountain.

The rainy mountain roads are a bit rough, especially in such uninhabited mountains.

The broken bluestone steps are covered with moss, and they are quite slippery to walk on.

Climbing up the stairs, Liu Xiaofan walked very carefully with every step, for fear of falling the girl in his arms.

About a hundred steps out, finally saw the whole picture of the bamboo building, not prosperous, but quite elegant, and the square architectural style of the Northern Qin, the three-storey small building has a hole in the sky.

There is a mountain behind the building, hidden in the fog.

The fog is hazy, and the scenery in the mountains is hidden from time to time.

Green bamboo, cold springs, and hundred-foot waterfalls splash down but are silent.

What is particularly surprising is that the water falling from this majestic waterfall as vast as the Milky Way is actually showing a touch of purple.

The purple air came from the east, and there seemed to be a phoenix and a dragon chanting in the water curtain.

Liu Xiaofan finally stopped, standing in the resting pavilion between the steps with the four big characters of 'Fangcun Wuling', his eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the waterfall behind the bamboo building, whispered softly, and leaned down to look at the lotus girl in his arms.

In his eyes, there was a touch of relief.

"Liu Xiaofan, since you're here, why don't you come in and have a cup of hot tea?"

"It's cold in the mountains, and the girl in your arms is already cold, so it's not good to stay outside for a long time. ”

The voice is ethereal, but with a wisp of vicissitudes, coming out of the bamboo building, people can't really hear it, and they can't guess how old the owner of the voice is.

Obviously, such a vicissitudes of life can only be found by the elderly, but the ethereal touch in the voice makes people inevitably think that the owner of the voice should be a young woman.

Liu Xiaofan didn't speak, raised his head and looked in the direction of the bamboo building, bowed his head slightly, and stepped forward.

There is a saying that a glimpse of the whole leopard, the exterior of the power bamboo building is elegant, and the interior is particularly victorious.

"I said, this is Mr. Qingdie's hospitality?" Pushing the door in, raising his hand and pinching a colorful snake that came to his face, Liu Xiaofan frowned slightly, and finally spoke.

"Hehe, my little dragon is the most grudgeful, after coming out for so long, that is, he suffered a loss at the hands of the demon boy last time, and the enemy is naturally very red when they meet. The voice came from the second floor, and this time the vicissitudes of life faded, but added a bit of playfulness, as if a woman was coquettish.

"If you talk about holding grudges, I think it should be Mr. Qingdie?" It didn't seem to be the first time to come, Liu Xiaofan was not surprised, smiled softly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, pinched the big snake seven inches, threw it out of the door with his backhand, carried the lotus picking girl behind him, and walked towards the second floor.

"Giggles......" After a string of laughter like silver bells, a graceful figure appeared at the corner of the second floor, with his back against the wall, the tulle covering his face, the purple skirt gently shaking the jade fan, and a pair of slightly upturned eyes seemed to have all kinds of charm, "Could it be that the demon boy forgot, I said at the beginning that only villains and women are the most difficult to raise in this world." ”

She looked at Liu Xiaofan, and then looked at the lotus picking girl in Liu Xiaofan's arms, there seemed to be resentment in her eyes, and she said softly: "I am a woman and a villain, you have not come to look for me for a long time, but it makes people think about it so hard." Looks like you've got those two things?"

After speaking, his voice changed, he raised a slender white jade hand and gently brushed the hair on his forehead, and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, the famous demon prince of Great Qin in the northern region of Kyushu in the past two years is really reluctant to give up his life for this little girl?"

Liu Xiaofan didn't speak, and his eyes fell on the corner of the woman's eye, and in the corner of her left eye, there was a little cinnabar red mole, like teardrops, adding a touch of charm.

A long time ago, Liu Xiaofan heard the storyteller mention that if a woman has a mole in the corner of her eye, she will be deeply affectionate and crazy in her life, but she will end up miserable and lose her love for life.

The name of the mole is tears, and it also calls the snow between the eyebrows, which is the condensation of the tears of the loved ones in the previous life.

The snow between the eyebrows, the cold between the eyebrows, and the bones are like blood.

This is the effect that cinnabar dots can't be, so real.

Tear moles, the marks carved on the Sansheng stone, the traces that can't even be erased by reincarnation.

Such a woman naturally deserves the four words of amorous style.

This is especially true when the woman seems to be smiling but not smiling, and looking at a person with disgust.

"Mr. Qingdie..."Liu Xiaofan couldn't help frowning slightly, and finally spoke.

"Hehe, okay, I won't tease you!" The woman who was called Qingdie put away her smile, turned around, led Liu Xiaofan up to the second floor with her hands behind her back, and said softly: "It's still early, count the days, there are still two or three days to wait until the full moon, if you regret it, it's too late." ”

"Regret?" Liu Xiaofan was slightly stunned, then laughed, shook his head, carefully put the lotus picking girl from her back on the soft collapse in the house, gently tucked the corners of the quilt, and chuckled: "Three years ago, my life was originally exchanged for her life by this dead girl, but now it is just a heart for life, what is there to regret?"

"I don't understand!" Qingdie glanced at the lotus girl who was sleeping sweetly on the soft collapse, and then took a serious look at Liu Xiaofan's rather good-looking face, and said truthfully.

"Haha, that's because Mr. Qingdie is still too young to meet someone he likes, and you'll understand by then. Liu Xiaofan cautiously closed the door and said with a chuckle.

"I still don't understand!" the woman called the green butterfly shook her head again, and gently brushed her hand on the light purple ring between her fingers.

Then, a wine gourd half a person tall appeared out of thin air in his palm.

On the gourd, there is a butterfly word engraved, and the strokes are pleasing between the strokes, and it really looks like a cyan butterfly dancing when you look closely.

Uncorked the wine, and the woman called the green butterfly threw her head up.

The charm is no longer there, and the Qingdie girl at this time is heroic and does not lose to the man.

In the room, there is the smell of wine.

"Come on?" Very satisfied, she burped, Qingdie's face flushed slightly, she raised her hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, and handed the wine bottle in her hand to Liu Xiaofan and asked.

"It's okay!" Liu Xiaofan was not surprised, it seemed that he had long been accustomed to the changeability of the woman in front of him, took the wine jug, and drank with one hand.

Maybe it's because the tulle covers half of her face, and the expression on the face of the woman who Liu Xiaofan calls Mr. Qingdie is not very real, but there is light flashing in those eyes that are more charming than the fox fairies in the world, and the waves are turbulent, as if she is drunk but not drunk.

In the more than two years I have been in this world, I have met many people of the same age.

I have to say that it is a great world for Kyushu to come.

Among the five domains, between the four seas, there are countless young people of all races.

Now, among the seven sons of the Great Qin Dynasty in the northern region of Kyushu who have been in the limelight in the past two years, only the immortal-swallowing iron sword demon prince in front of her is the most incomprehensible and incomprehensible.

was originally here to find the heart of the ancestor of the clan, so the green butterfly girl knew that the 'pure heart' of this demon son must not be lost, and it must be obtained.

The ancestor is about to be reborn in response to the catastrophe, and there is no medicine for the medicine stone, only this heart can be crossed!