After leaving Zhenyang, after passing through one or two towns, the small hills I saw along the way became more and more. As they walked on the post road, there was often a continuous mountain in the wilderness in the distance, which rose and fell gracefully with them, as if it were accompanying them.

At this time, it is the day of April, and the solar term is in the middle of spring. In the green fields all around, mixed peanut trees, warblers and birds fly wildly, the eyes are full of mountain flowers like the sea, and the clear silk is like smoke. At this time, the breeze blowing through the spring field is wrapped in countless flowers and herbs, mixed into a mellow and fragrant sweet brew, and it is greeted by pedestrians in the splendid smoke scene.

For the first time, he walked freely in the spring, and this young man who used to run for life understood for the first time why it was often said in the reading that "spring scenery is like poetry, and spring is like wine". In the past, he had always thought that this was just a mere arrangement of words by the scribes. But the spring is as old as ever, and now he has gradually gotten rid of the sad years and completely let go of his heart, so that he can really appreciate the moving things of this sunny spring smoke scene, and praise the ancients for not deceiving me.

Gradually, as you go farther, it becomes difficult to meet other pedestrians on the way. At this time, the post road has gradually deviated to the northwest, slowly winding into a tall mountain range. It seems that you have to walk a long mountain road to get to a populated place.

Walking into the mountains, this spring scene is different. In the silent spring mountains, birds cry in the air, and in the uninhabited paths, flowers fall spontaneously. Occasionally, the mountain breeze blows, and the flowers on the unknown forest trees are like rain.

Not long after walking, Xingyan, Qiong Wei, and Xue Yi were full of pink or white petals.

On the mountain path with slanting flowers and branches, there are many colorful butterflies fluttering at this moment, attracting the lively little girl to keep running in front of and behind the two of them, trying to follow the fluttering figure of a beautiful butterfly. And these elves among the flowers, the figures are erratic, which attracts Xiao Qiongwei's light posture, which is also like a butterfly dance among the flowers.

Looking at the happy figure of this little girl, Xingyan felt a little emotion in his heart. About a year ago, it was also such a bright spring scene in the mountains and fields, but this little girl whose heart was as pure as crystal transparent had to be with the birds and beasts in the mountains, silently enduring the loneliness that could not be self-evident.

One year is enough to change the fate and mood of many people. At this time, the Raozhou boy in this splendid spring can't understand why he can endure his heart and really leave such a girl who is attached to himself in the Luoyang Mountains where the bamboo shadow is deep. Perhaps, at that time, there should have been some reason for doing this, but no matter how you think about it now, it always feels incredible.

Thinking about it, the boy began to be confused again:

"Am I a bad guy sometimes?"

When he was waking up and feeling guilty, the woman next to him, who had been following silently, saw him in a trance, and couldn't help but ask:

"Hall Master, are you a little tired?"

Hearing Xue Yi's question, Xingyan immediately woke up from his pious repentance, calmed down, and said with a smile:

"Heh~ No. I'm just thinking about some of the things that happened to Joan Wei. ”

After saying that, he looked sideways at the woman next to him. Only then did he realize that Kou Xueyi's shoulders were already covered with flowers, and the colorful falling Ying added a bit of delicate color to this cold ice and snow flower spirit. Seeing this, Xingyan couldn't help but admire:

"Xue Yi, you are the most like the fairy in the flower at this time!"

So, the girl's face added a little more pink.

And the little girl who was busy fluttering butterflies, heard her brother praise Sister Xue Yi, so she hurriedly jumped to the young man's side, and while keeping up with the pace, she pulled his sleeve and asked hurriedly:

"What about me, what about me?"

"You......"

Xingyan tilted his head, thought for a while, then nodded Qiong Wei's pink nose, and said with a smile:

"Qiong Wei, you are most like a cute elf who can't get rid of your brother even if you want to!"

"Really? Great!"

Hearing her brother's comments, Xiao Qiongwei's confidence soared, and she shouted crisply:

"Look how you get rid of me!"

Then he opened his arms and continued to chase after the cute butterfly just now!

Just when the tireless little sister was chasing butterflies all the way, she somehow suddenly mentioned picking flower branches and weaving garlands with her friends when she was a child. As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately found that he was speechless, and just apologized to the girl next to him for a word or two, but saw that she was already smiling, like a spring breeze, and then she had long sleeves and was relaxed, and she didn't know what magic power she used, but she gathered the messy fallen leaves and flying flowers on the side of the mountain road, and condensed into a pink and green wreath out of thin air.

Carefully took down the flower crown, and said soberly, and then the ice fairy asked softly:

"Xue Yi's craftsmanship is rough, I don't know what to do?"

So a moment later, the three people of Shangqing Sihaitang on the Spring Mountain Road all wore flowers and walked.

Just like that, I joked all the way, although I didn't feel that the journey was lonely, but unconsciously, time passed very quickly. By the time the three of them walked out of this tall mountain that stretched for more than ten miles, the sky had completely darkened. Although the twilight is heavy, it is still in the wilderness at the moment, and there is no store in front of the village or behind the store, so Xingyan has no choice but to bite the bullet and lead the second daughter to continue to move forward.

Fortunately, at this time, the stars and moon in the sky were shining, and the road in the hills and fields in front of him was very clear, and he was not afraid to accidentally encounter any potholes and fall. As for the other beasts of the wilderness, it is not within the scope of the awakening. After all, they haven't been without effort in their cultivation this year, and now these ordinary fierce beasts, if they don't take the initiative to provoke them, they are already very lucky.

After walking for a while, I saw a temple squatting at the foot of a mountain not far ahead. Through the bright moonlight, Xingyan stared slightly, and saw three words engraved on the plaque of the temple: "Mountain Temple".

"Okay, this is where the three of us will settle down today!"

With a cheerful greeting, the bold young man took two young girls who also didn't know what to fear, and walked towards this unknown suburban temple.

When I walked to the temple, I saw a glimmer of fire faintly leaking out of the cracks in the dilapidated mountain gate. Pushing open the temple door vigilantly, he found that in this inconspicuous mountain and ruined temple, there were seven or eight old beggars in ragged clothes.

These beggars, whose eyes are cloudy, are now sharing the cold burn of the scraps of begging in the light of the half-truncated candles. It seems that this dilapidated mountain temple is the shelter of these poor people.

I heard a "squeak" door knock, and suddenly saw three neatly dressed young men and girls break in, these beggars who were silently sipping the soup and water in the crockpot, were taken aback, and their eyes showed a vigilant look.

Suddenly seeing these many people appear in front of him, Xingyan was also shocked. It's just that when he swept his gaze, he immediately understood that these people in front of him were just some hard-working beggars, and they should be harmless. So not long after, the boy who was used to walking at the bottom of the market since he was a child soon mingled with these beggars and homeless people. And these poor beggars who sheltered in the deserted temple were very afraid and restrained when they saw Xingyan at first, but after listening to him for a while, they found that this well-dressed young man seemed to be very familiar with the affairs of the market, and the words naturally revealed a bit of affinity, so these poor people let go of their restraint and awe, and began to answer his words with courage.

The two girls who came with Xingyan were not used to talking to strangers, so they hid behind the boy and said nothing.

After chatting for a while, he saw that the clothes on the clothes of these begging old men were in tatters, and his heart was unbearable, and when he saw that in the broken cans on the ground in front of them, not a drop of the soup used for dinner had been sucked, and his heart was even more sour. In the past, he often suffered from such hunger and hardship, but now in his eyes, he can simply empathize.

So, without saying much, he unwrapped the package behind him, and put the round package that he had bought in the market town yesterday on the green brick floor in front of him, saying that he would cook it for everyone to eat. Hearing him say this, the beggars crouched in a circle and watched curiously how he fiddled.

In the midst of everyone's puzzled gaze, Xingyan took the broken candle, lit the bottom of the thing wrapped like a felt ball, and then placed it on the green brick floor, and let it burn on its own.

After a while, these inexplicable beggars were surprised to smell that from the flame in front of them, a pungent smell of meat was wafting out!

Finally, when the package outside burned out, everyone who was full of anticipation saw that among the few white ashes on the ground in front of them, there was a "zizi" bubbling roast chicken!

It turns out that the dry food of the boy is a new thing. In this package, it is a fat half-cooked roast chicken, which has been pre-marinated with salt and other condiments, and then the shop will wrap it in layers of specially selected dried bark and red thatch to make the finished product. When eating, as long as there is a little sparkling, it is easy to roast a fat roast chicken, just like freshly baked, especially suitable for travelers to enjoy on the go.

At that time, as soon as he saw this fresh item in the store, he immediately decided to buy one for dry food. Now, it comes in handy for these hungry people.

Naturally, the beggars who never dreamed of being able to eat such delicious food were grateful to Dade for a while. After a rare chewing and slow swallowing, these poor people full of gratitude automatically gathered at the dilapidated mountain gate, and used their rickety bodies to block the cold evening breeze blowing from the mountains for these kind-hearted young children.

Seeing them like this, Xingyan was terrified, so he excused himself several times, but in the end, he couldn't resist the kindness of these beggars, so he had to be a little grateful, and he and Qiong Wei Xueyi leaned against the warm god case with their clothes, and began to doze off.

"Alas, in fact, those of us who are poor are easily satisfied......"

In the contemplation of the young man, these people who meet in the water will spend a peaceful and warm night in this lonely deserted temple in the vast mountains.

It's just that when the night was deep and the moon shadow that penetrated the temple gate was gradually lengthening and gradually moving eastward, the half-asleep young man suddenly keenly caught a strange sound:

In the unknown light outside this dim temple, it was as if someone was running around in the dark, seemingly incomparably chaotic and busy, but it seemed to be completely silent!

As he was trying to listen, the strange movement that came from the tail of the wind suddenly stopped, and the sound of the forest leaves and the cries of the mountain birds, which had just seemed to be separated by a thin film, came to the young man's ears with great clarity.

"What's going on?"

Just when Xingyan was in doubt, in his incomparably spiritual ears, he heard a shrill strange voice laughing there about four or five miles away:

"Haha! Tonight, Benxian has accumulated merit to purify a few turbidity untouchables in this world!"

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