"The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the light boat has passed over the ten thousand mountains. ”

"It's a good poem, it's just right for this scene!" hahaha...... "The sword-idiot naughty boy stood on the bow of the boat and chanted poetry, and laughed stupidly.

Ling Feiyun's paddle gradually slowed down, and behind him was the flames and gunpowder smoke that were gradually moving away, gradually moving away, until only a ball of sparks was left in the distance, and the green smoke slowly disappeared into the sky. At this moment, Ling Feiyun really felt what the so-called sadness and hesitation in his heart was, I don't know how many people can survive the smoke of the war, I don't know if Brother Jinlong can take his brothers to defend the city, and I don't know if Yu'er can be rescued by a master, and I don't know whether the nineteen-year covenant is true or false, there are too many unknowns and hesitations, and after thinking too much, I turned into confusion and deep despair.

"The predecessors are not only outstanding in martial arts, but they don't want to have such a vast amount of literature and ink in their chests, which is really embarrassing. Ling Feiyun didn't want to say anything at the moment, but he couldn't bear to flick the sword idiot Yaxing, so he had no intention of saying it.

"Of course, I think I was also a rare chic son on the rivers and lakes back then, both civil and military, and Pan'an, who was also quite famous in Jinling and Luoyang, and that year, ......" The sword idiot chattered endlessly, but Ling Feiyun didn't have the heart to listen at all, numbly and indifferently rowed the oars in his hand, but the nurse who woke up from fainting sat on the boat bench and listened with relish.

In the middle of the night, the boat arrived on the south shore.

The three of them abandoned the light boat and came ashore.

Ling Feiyun took out two taels of gold ingots and handed them to the nurse, and after thanking her for her kindness, the nurse went all the way north to find her way home. Ling Feiyun has already taken Beijun as his home for many years, but at this moment he can no longer go home, the Shuizhai camp has been destroyed, Huang Yanding should concentrate his troops to break the city and capture Xiangyang in one fell swoop, if he takes Qilin'er back at this moment, first, the army will be defeated and shameless to face his former brothers, and the army's morale will be affected; second, Guo Jinlong has fallen into the situation of throwing a rat bogey, and he can't defend the city wholeheartedly if he is constrained everywhere; if he returns to the city alone, this Qilin'er has no one to take care of; after several plans in his heart, he still has to hold Qilin'er all the way to hurry.

The sword idiot took Ling Feiyun straight to the south, wearing the stars and the moon and taking advantage of the night. The two of them under the moon did not speak, they walked all the way to the moon, only to hear the rustling of the branches, the rabbit falling and falling, the phantom bushes in the moonlit night, the two fought all the way, ten miles have passed, and the two of them still can't distinguish between the two.

The moon has passed in the middle of the sky, and the time has passed, and it is the ninth day of the ninth month of September.

The earth fell into a deep sleep, only the moonlight poured down, and a quiet little village, with the occasional sporadic barking of dogs, made the emptiness of the earth and the loneliness of the night seem more and more silent.

"The seniors have abundant and endless internal strength, and the juniors are willing to bow down and admit defeat!" Ling Feiyun stopped, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a few feet behind the sword idiot.

"Okay, okay, just admit defeat! Your kid is not unjust at all when he loses to the old man, he has suffered a heavy blow from seven injuries, and it is really great to be able to do this, but it is also a blessing that many people in the rivers and lakes can not ask for it to be on the same level as the 'sword idiot'. The sword idiot had already turned back, standing beside Ling Feiyun with a proud expression.

"There is a small village in front, why don't you find a farmer to ask for some 'Chongyang Night Food', what do the seniors think?" Ling Feiyun touched the Qilin'er in his arms, his pink face was sleeping peacefully.

"Well, the little one is indeed hungry, and he should find a peasant woman to breastfeed. The sword idiot seemed to suddenly remember the Qilin'er in Ling Feiyun's arms.

Chongyang night food, some very few and very poor remote places, the Chung Yeung Festival starts to get up in the middle of the night to prepare, steam glutinous rice, grind sugar, pound glutinous rice, and invite relatives and neighbors to celebrate Chongyang Festival together after dawn.

The two of them searched for the village path, and knocked on the door of a farmer whose family did not seem to be too wealthy. Because often wealthy people are always not very enthusiastic, on the one hand, they are careful to let others see their wealth, on the other hand, they are more persistent in frugality, for fear that the wealth will become less and less, but the poorer the family, the more hospitable and befriendable, and the more enthusiastic they are, the more they will be poorer and poorer, and this cause and effect always makes people a little inexplicably angry.

Pushing the door in, the farmer's family was really enthusiastic, and their clothes were shabby but extremely clean. A shriveled peasant woman was grinding sugar with a baby on her back, and a farmer with a wooden face and his two sons stepped barefoot on a hammer, one high and one low, hammering heavily into the low-lying stone hole.

The peasant woman took out the sticky rice that had been smashed by the hammer from the stone kiln, and kneaded it into bowls of cake shape with her hands, "Two distinguished guests, come and taste the fresh glutinous rice cakes!"

In the steamer, it is called glutinous rice, and after being hammered and kneaded, it is called glutinous rice again, in fact, he has always been glutinous rice, but he has changed his appearance. Isn't it the same for people, after reading for a few years, they go to distant places, people in the city, living in the city, 369 or businessmen, in fact, he has always been a farmer, and he has always been a person who is born equal.

The peasant woman put down the baby on her back, quietly hugged the unicorn, turned around and hid in the back hall, and took out the milk that she had stored little because of poverty. After a while, the peasant woman came out of the back hall and returned the Qilin'er in her arms to Ling Feiyun, and the ***, who had not grown up and plump before, dried up a little more.

Ling Feiyun tied Qilin'er to his chest with half of the armor inlaid with a heart guard, and after turning around to thank him, he found that the sword idiot had already quietly left without knowing when, and he was so proud that he said "thank you".

Ling Feiyun turned around and went out and closed the dilapidated wooden door with his hand, still standing outside the house, listening quietly.

"These two distinguished guests from afar are really hungry, and they actually ate four pieces of glutinous rice in one go, it seems that we have to scoop some more rice tonight, and tomorrow we have to go to the market to buy some glutinous rice, so that we can entertain Uncle He, a carpenter from the neighboring township. The peasant woman said helplessly.

"What's this, I'll buy some tomorrow, it's a big deal, I'll do some carpentry work in a few days. The farmer, who had been wooden, spoke very firmly.

"Also, entertaining such a distant person should be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue and doing good deeds!" The peasant woman, who was still a little helpless, was also relieved.

Ling Feiyun always suspected that this poor peasant family was waiting for his rich reward and pretending to be enthusiastic, so he listened quietly, but he never thought that what he heard was the sorrow of poverty and the kindness of human nature.

Ling Feiyun took out a pea-sized pearl from his sleeve, flicked it casually, and accurately passed through the dilapidated hollow window of the farmhouse, and landed steadily in the earthen bowl where he had eaten glutinous rice cakes, dripping and spinning in the bowl. Without waiting for the farmer's family to react, Ling Feiyun turned around and flew by, hurriedly chasing after the sword idiot.

Ling Feiyun wants to make life understand that kind people are always not too lucky, and hospitable poor people are not always poor, and they deserve the cause and effect that kindness and generosity deserve, even if this cause and effect is man-made, at least they will always continue to be kind.