Looking here, but you can see a river and a moon and a thousand miles of rivers and sky.

The water of the Xun River, rushing and vast, breaking free from the shackles of the falling snow mountains, surging the journey, to the south of the country, the magnanimity has presented the magnificent scene of "the river entering the great wilderness". The sound of the waves rolling from the depths of the Falling Snow Mountains has long lost its former violentness, and has more longing for majesty.

It still keeps going.

I don't know how many years have resounded like this, I don't know how many poets' sighs have been touched, and I don't know how many joys and sorrows have been seen in this wave after wave, how many clutches have been read, how many ambitions have been buried, and how many pride have been inspired.

Ning Tingxue smiled playfully, and said to Ning Wenxi: "I still have something to do with Han'er and my brother." ”

Without waiting for Ning to answer, the girl Gu Zi said, "Brother, go a little farther away." ”

The dry grass on the bank, stepping on it, is very soft, the warmth in the wind, although it is light, a few days, the grass is light and spread, and the spring of the Hunhe River is just like the warmth between the eyebrows of this young man and woman.

Rather ask for tears, don't ask for love, but it is strange that their gods are mysterious. When Ning listened to the snow and take the long sword, the young man leaned over and picked up the grass clippings and dirt, and understood what to do. "The long sword is buried in the grass, and the spring is full of artemisia", and the young man Wuliguan once promised to be a "poor monk". It turned out that they had already discussed it and buried it on the bank of the Jianchun River. Han'er took the long sword and put it into the bottom of the pit, so that the hands of the hands and the claws of the claws were covered, and another burst of dirt flew.

Watching from a distance, Ning asks tears, Mo asks for mercy, but is envious.

The two of them looked at each other's faces with grass clippings and mud stains, and grinned. Ning Tingxue was silent for a while, and said, "Brother, I made a wish." But you have to face the river and say it out loud and say anything. ”

The young man stood upright, thought for a moment, and said clearly: "The long sword pillow is in a dream, and I will listen to the snow for the time being." ”

The girl's eyes, sly and bright, hugged Han'er, stood up, stood on tiptoe, unstable, and leaned towards the boy. The tightly closed lips, coincidentally or not, are imprinted on the mouth of the wind and light night, staying for two breaths. Only then did he let go of Han'er, ran away from the distance, dragged the stunned Ning Wenxi, and urged Beifei to go.

In an instant, the mind of the wind and light night is empty. Only a little bright, a little excited, a little shy girl's pupils, fluttering between consciousness. The long touch of the lips is indescribably light. A little warmth, a little pleasantness, a little listening to the unique smell of snow, interweaving a world that lasts forever lingers there. This young man who has entered the world has held the girl's hand many times, smelled the girl's fragrance many times, and has been impulsive in his heart, but all of this, how can the girl's lips stick? Seeing Ning Wen and Ning Tingxue flying away, the young man was obsessed with the afterglow of his mouth, and there was no other reaction.

Mo asked about the approach, but the wind still pursed his mouth in the light night, and secretly laughed at the love of the young man. Suddenly nostalgic for his long past, why not just the same thick branches and leaves, swept by? For a while, his heart was empty, and he accompanied the young man and Han'er to be stunned on the bank of the Xun River.

A river of spring water, where is the unknown moon?

The sound of the waves was deep in my ears again, and the smoke trees on the other bank became more and more misty.

The young man said, "Sister Mo, let's get acquainted again." ”

"Oh?"

"The younger brother is light on the night, and he brings Linghu to the cold, and meets Mo to ask Mo seniors. Ha ha. ”

The formal gift of the wind and night walk, Mo can't help but believe it. Suddenly remembering the reason why the night remnant star recognized the master, he was startled, and said in a low voice: "...... So, what about Xingye?"

The young man thought about it and said, "Since I am the young master of the star master, then, I will give him hope." ”

In the name of "Night Light Breeze", the wind is light and the night is only reported by the Tianzong Mountain Gate. Communicating with Mo Wenqing and the Night Remnant Star, Shen Chuishang was the first to shout, and Mo Wenqing also complained about the gossip guy because of this. Thinking about it like this, the young man never said that he was a "night breeze", in front of the gentleman who watched the people, and Ning listened to the introduction of the snow, she was the only one in the dark. Of course, there are even worse star masters.

Mo Wenqing was annoyed and said: "Okay, you and Tingxue's stinky girl, Han'er too, it's so hard to hide from me!"

Her mind changed, like a seductive illusion of expression, a string of delicate laughter, ringing through the moonlight, and said: "Hehe, my younger brother, as the young master of the star, can give him hope." So, what for my sister?"

The wind was light and the night looked at the water potential of the Xun River, pointed to the end of the great river, and said: "There, there is the Mangshan country outside the Benxun country, and then several countries to the south, that is, Zhongzhou, and to the south of Zhongzhou, is the Nuhai Sea." Yue Nu Sea, through the Southern Regions, through the Gobi, to a 10,000-mile-long moat, across the Cloud Continent and the void. I am by my sister's side, and all I can give my sister is the road ahead and the courage to abandon the country. Isn't that what my sister is looking forward to?"

Mo asked the shocked silence. However, no matter how far away Ren is, how light Ren is, he really walked leisurely to the moat looking at the void, and it is not as exciting as "For my sister, there is only the road ahead, and the courage to abandon the country".

A quarter of an hour ago, he, Han'er, and Ning Tingxue went to the grass to dig the soil, doing the same thing as a child player who buried the sword, and then recalled the words that gave Xing Ye "hope" and gave him "courage", which pointed directly to the hearts of the people, and it was indeed the most scarce thing for the two. The fantasy of youth, don't dare to think about it.

"Demon!" Mo asked: "Hey, demon, do you know where Xing Ye touched my sister the most?"

"Divide the storage bag that you robbed in the clouds. ”

Mo Wenqing's apricot eyes glared, took a deep breath, slowly spit out, and said softly: "No." It was he who called me 'Mo girl'. ”

"Well, Mo girl. Feng Qingye laughed.

"Hey, young master. Mo Yatou obeyed the order of the star master and served the young master, what is the first thing we have to do without a Li view?" she continued: "By the way, the young master just did the first thing with Miss Tingxue, and now what? ”

Feng Qingye's face turned red and said, "Buy a piano for Han'er." At least buy a good piano at the magic weapon level. ”

"Yes, young master. Mo Wenqing agreed with a smile and said: "As a personal maid, it is related to whether the young master grows up or not, and there is a place to remind the young master." ”

Mo girl said. ”

Mo asked for a bridge between his two index fingers, nodded, and said with a sly smile: "In the future, the young master will talk to Tingxue or other girls, this and this, don't close your lips tightly, open some ......"

The young man and Han'er jumped into the Xun River, and fled in the "giggles" of Mo Wen's laughter.

After a few miles, his mood calmed down a little, and the sorrow that separated from Ning Tingxue poured into his chest and could no longer be shaken away. Above the lips, the piece is warm and free, and the taste seems to be getting richer and more relaxed.

Mo asked for love and chased after him, and said: "Hehe, young master, here is seven hundred miles to the east, that is, Fuqing Mountain." The Fuqing market in the mountains is a special product of the country. We make a purchase, go to Danding Gate to make a sale, and make a hundred and ten times, which is not a problem. Isn't the spirit stone that bought the piano for Han'er to be settled?"

"Didn't the Lord of the Hearing People Viewer secretly give you the spirit stone?"

"Oh my God! a million! Hmph! Xing Ye took it back!" Mo interceded and said, "Carrying you behind your back, you taught me a lesson." ”

"Haha, take it back and I'll believe it. The young man said, "Teach you a lesson, Han'er and I don't believe it." ”

"Shhhhhhhhh......h Can't earn it? Can't make it...... Can't you hide it from the young master, scratch your head and make a gesture at someone, stun others with your fingers, and snatch his storage bag?"