Taoyuan Village is located deep in the mountains, isolated from the rest of the world. Surrounded by mountains full of peach blossoms, the scenery is beautiful, like a paradise.

Ye Hang leaned on the pillar of the small pavilion, looking at the small village under the cliff that was only ten miles round, and couldn't help but sigh.

The sound of the faint piano enters the ears, and the distant mountains are surrounded by mist, as if in a fairyland. But when I think of what happened to me, thinking that my wife is still in danger, how can I have leisure and elegance to appreciate it, this time this scene only adds sadness.

Yiqin's long skirt fell to the ground, and Qianqian's fingers plucked the strings, and the rhythm was beautiful, like a fairy sound. However, looking at the young man leaning on the pillar in front of him, as if he was rendered by that lonely sadness, he remembered some sad past, and there was a little sad atmosphere in the sound of the piano.

After the sound of the piano ended, he sighed, half loudly, and said leisurely: "Ye Gongzi, have you thought of anything sad?"

Ye Hang came back to his senses, looked at Yiqin who was holding the piano cross-legged, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm worried, and I don't want to listen to the girl's elegant music, I really shouldn't be." ”

Yiqin put down the qin, got up and walked to Ye Hang's side, sat not far from him, and also looked at the small village under the cliff, and said after a long time: "Do you know?... The first time I came here, I was fascinated by the life here... Actually, I didn't belong here in the first place, so I kind of escaped here,... In fact, I worry every day, afraid that one day such a peaceful life will be broken. ”

Ye Hang looked at Yiqin's helpless words, and suddenly felt that this seemingly optimistic girl might not be as happy as she seemed, and for a while there was a feeling of sympathy. None of them belong here, they all have a different fate from ordinary people, sitting on this half-mountain cliff overlooking the paradise below, but they dare not think that they actually belong to one of them.

The voices and smiles of some simple villagers in that small village were faintly in their ears, making them feel inexplicably sad.

After a long time, Yi Qin turned his head to Ye Hang and smiled: "It is also our fate to meet here, let's be friends." "A clean smile is free from the slightest impurity.

Ye Hang looked at Yiqin's half-squinted eyes and crescent-like smile in a daze, and felt a burst of warmth. also showed a smile and replied solemnly, "Okay." ”

Itchie heard it and giggled excitedly. The two chatted a lot from time to time, as if they had been friends for many years, and after a long time, the sun slowly set, and the beautiful glow fell on this half of the cliff, forming a beautiful landscape. Perhaps, as Yichen said, all kinds of things in the world are fate.

Itchie suddenly said, "Are you hungry? I'll cook for you." As she spoke, without waiting for Ye Hang to answer, she got up and walked into the courtyard, there was a hut in the middle of the bushes of flowers, and she went inside.

Ye Hang looked at all this, as if he had returned to Tianyou Mountain, the day he woke up, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes, the beautiful face was deeply engraved in his heart, even if another 10,000 years, 100,000 years, even if the world was destroyed and reincarnated for a hundred lifetimes, it could not erase his memory.

The glow of the sun fell quietly in this small village outside the world, Ye Hang only learned from Yiqin that this village was called Taoyuan Village, and he didn't know anything else, and he didn't know how far away it was from Tianyue Country.

He took out the Mo Forget Sword, held it in his hand, and stared quietly, thinking about the past and present lives, thinking about Mo Li's voice and smile, as if he had forgotten time and this piece of world.

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Eventually, the last rays of the setting sun dissipated, and the sky grew darker. "Ye Gongzi..."Yi Qin shouted Ye Hang, walked out, and saw his back in front of the cliff in front of the courtyard gate, that kind of desolation, as if he was more lonely than this isolated village, as if he did not belong to this world, as if he would disappear at any time.

Watching this scene quietly, she suddenly felt that she might not be able to forget this lonely back, the man who fell from the sky into her eyes for the rest of her life.

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Time passed day by day, this is the tenth day that Ye Hang has come here, after Yiqin's careful care, drinking the unknown decoction every day, plus his own repair, he has basically recovered his health. It's just that cultivation is not so easy to recover, and it has not yet returned to its peak state.

After ten days of getting along, Ye Hang and Yiqin did not cause embarrassment as often as they did at the beginning, but became more and more tacit, and they became familiar with the villagers in the village.

Every day, many injured and sick villagers come to the small cabin on the cliff to seek medical treatment, and Yiqin is the only "doctor" in the village, who is not only beautiful, kind and gentle, but also has excellent medical skills, no matter what disease she suffers from. Therefore, it is very popular with everyone, and some young men in the village even regard marrying Yiqin as their goal.

In this isolated village, there is no such thing as money and goods trade, and almost all the hundreds of households in the village have food and clothing. Everyone is relatively simple and simple, materially there is no distinction between you and me, and everyone helps together in everything, which is very harmonious.

Naturally, Yiqin didn't think about asking for any reward for helping the villagers, but everyone often brought some chicken, duck, fish, firewood, rice, oil, salt and other things. Some young guys also helped Yiqin go up the mountain to collect medicine for free, but of course, these young people were sincere in sharing Yiqin's worries, and there was nothing wrong with them.

Although many people regard marrying Yiqin as their goal, but they dare to say it in front of Yiqin, in the eyes of these people, Yiqin is as beautiful as a fairy, and she is generous, for fear of blaspheming her.

Ye Hang also knew many people, for example, Xiao Yu'er, who had heard Yiqin say that he had rescued him from the stream, often came here, Xiao Yu'er was a little girl about ten years old, innocent and very cute. The first time I saw Ye Hang, I was surprised, and I thought that I had recognized the wrong person, and my suspicious eyes kept looking Ye Hang up and down, making Ye Hang cry and laugh.

There are also Erhu and the village chief who came before, Erhu is a young man about twenty years old, with a sturdy body, honest and simple, a low-level martial arts cultivator, and the cultivation of an eighth-level martial artist. There are also some ancestral cultivation exercises in the village, but most of them are relatively low-level exercises, and although the aura of heaven and earth is quite strong here, the vitality stones are scarce, and the spirit stones are even more rare, and there is no alchemist to provide pill assistance, so the general cultivation is at the bottom.

They didn't even know that there were spiritual realm warriors who could fly to the sky and the earth, and even stronger ones could move mountains and reclaim the sea. The strongest old martial artist in the village was only a first-level martial artist cultivator. The old man was more than a hundred years old, and he did not have much to live, and occasionally pointed out the young people in the village, and was as respected in the village as the village chief.

Erhu and Ye Hang also get along very well, Erhu is honest, although he is also one of Yiqin's admirers, but he has no hostility towards Ye Hang, and he also told him a lot of things in the village.

Ye Hang gradually smiled a lot, not as worried as when he first came. But only Yiqin knew that Ye Hang was still very lonely, very lonely. Every time she saw him sitting alone in front of the cliff, with only a sword that seemed to have a spirit by his side, she felt an unprecedented distress, but she never bothered, she knew very well that she could not enter the heart of the owner of the back. His heart is as independent as his lonely back, and perhaps no one else will be allowed to step into it except his wife.