Merry little roll

There is a Tangyin tree on Tangyin Mountain, and the Tangyin tree bears Tangyin fruit, and one Tangyin fruit can make a pot of wine, which can make the king drunk.

Yuan Yang pushed open the door. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still amazed by the magnificent scenery all over the mountains and plains, and couldn't help holding his breath.

There are thousands of Tangyin trees all over the mountains and the overwhelming red maple color, and the roads line the banks. When the wind blows, there is a rustling sound, bringing up thousands of flocs of Tangyin trees.Above the forest, countless flocs gathered to form a cloud of starlight.The clouds are floating, and there are broken golden glitters inside.Yuanyang stepped onto the path, and the sweet and sweet Tangyin fruity flavor instantly engulfed him, pervasive.

On the top of the mountain that day, the conversation between him and Yaojun came to mind like flowing water——

—— "I don't know when this Tangyin forest will bear fruit?"

——"When the old man returns."

——"Old friend, what old friend?"

——"The old man who created karma with me."

At that time, Tangyin Mountain was only filled with fluttering catkins, but now it is already full of intoxicating fruit fragrance, lingering on the air and smoke, adding a bit of vitality to the beautiful and verdant Lingshan Mountain.

There is gurgling water flowing outside the bamboo house, which wets the bamboo pipes. The source of water, which is drawn from nowhere, is continuously flowing to the depths of the forest. Shake the tail on the ground.

The bamboo tube was wet, and a few bamboo leaves fell down, gently falling into the downward flowing stream, ups and downs, swirling in it, being caught by a few perch spirits, they were drawn into the stream, rushing to go dirty.

The green soil on the shore is also crystal clear.

Beside the stream, there is a big ochre-colored stone with a smooth surface, standing motionless surrounded by the stream.

Yuan Yang suddenly felt blessed to his heart, and melted red sandalwood and black blade from the palm of his hand.

The sky is clear, the soup is intoxicating, the wind is light, the people are not in the mood, and the stream is gurgling. It happens that there is no wood carving for a long time.

The copper bells on the eaves jingle and turn slowly in the wind, and the falling red catkins draw soft arcs in the wind.

The man in red is leaning against the stone, melting into the shade of thousands of soups, turning the sandalwood in his hand above the gurgling stream, and carefully carving the wood with a knife.The wood turned in the hand happens to be the ice-friendly Dongyin sacred wood, and if it is carved with spiritual power, it can become the best ice artifact.

He seldom sculpts for others on weekdays, and now it can be regarded as a whim, but it is really hard to say for whom this heart and blood flowed.

Just do it for yourself.

Yuan Yang took out the carving knife that Heng Ning had forged for him in the fairyland, and compared it with the wood, his brows and eyes did not move, but his mind was flowing with the stream.

Trim the corners.

——Why am I called Xiaoyao, why is it just me.

The carving knife is like a soul walking on the sacred wood. Every grain and crease is the wasteland it faces. Yuanyang's technique flows, and the carving knife deftly works on the wood, quietly searching for the heart of the wood in a blunt way. the softness.

Glyph texture.

——If I am really the legendary God of War, what can I do for Wonderland now?

Shaking hands, blades of knives and pieces of wood are mixed together, like lightning flying through the clouds, and the spiritual power diffuses in the clang, and auspicious clouds, birds and spells gradually emerge on the desolate lines... Ingenuity Let the stubborn wood bloom with warm and elegant wisdom, every place is lifelike, every place is full of color and fragrance.

Wood shavings.

—Where do I go to find the lost soul, the forgotten memory...

Even those curly shavings and sawdust also wafted out the unique fragrance of Dongyang wood, and under the company of spiritual power, they gathered into a new mass of wood.

The sandalwood gradually took shape, and it became a small Tangyin fruit. Yuan Yang moved the carving knife sideways, pressed the bottom end, and carved characters on the inside carefully.

The mood gradually calmed down, and those unclear and unreasonable thoughts gradually spread in the bottom of my heart.

Keep the clouds open to see the moon, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge. If he is a fish in Jiang Taigong's pond, if Jiang Gong wants to find him, then one day the grandfather will come; if he is Jiang Taigong, if the fish are willing to favor him , Even if you sprinkle bait, one day the fish will come by themselves.

If Qingshan doesn't want to go to him, then he can go to Qingshan; if Qingshan is willing to go to him, he also volunteers to be that old man of Qingshan and a bird in the forest.

Dao is a person who is pure and at ease, but one who waits for the wind to come.

What else could it be?

"That's all." Yuan Yang turned over the woodcut in his hand, and the words in his heart flowed out of his mouth naturally.

"What's that?"

A sudden voice came from behind, and Yuan Yang's hands trembled, almost letting the carving knife scratch his fingers.

"Yaojun is really elusive."

Yuan Yang was about to raise his head, but the back of his neck was covered with a burst of coldness, freezing to the base of his neck. He turned his face to avoid it, but found that the coldness moved with his dodge, and he couldn't dodge at all.

What the hell.

"Demon Monarch..."

He turned his face to the left, and turned towards the cold face.

"Yaojun..." The tone was even more helpless.

He leaned forward, and the coldness sank into the base of his neck, bulging on the bone, a little hard and a little soft, I don't know what it is.

Yuan Yang finally gave in, and the conversation changed.

"Master......"

Hearing this, Mo Yin raised the corners of her lips in satisfaction, and was finally willing to take the object in her hand from the back of Yuan Yang's neck, slid it across Yuan Yang's side face maliciously, dropped it to Yuan Yang's eyes, and swayed up and down.

Yuan Yang saw that there was a round persimmon in front of him, and couldn't help laughing out of anger.

"What is this for?"

"The freshly frozen persimmon." Yao Jun put the frozen persimmon on the tip of Yuan Yang's nose, touched it lightly, then withdrew his hand and shook it. "Eat?"

Yuan Yang quietly put the woodcut back to his waist, and stretched out his hand to take the persimmon.

The sparrow spirit on the top of the tree jumped around, pouted its buttocks and looked curiously at the persimmon in Yuanyang's hand.

The persimmon is already ripe, the orange is red, and it is plump in the palm of the hand.Yuan Yang became very playful, and flicked the red skin of the persimmon with his fingers, and there was a "pop", which startled the fat sparrow on the tree and let out a chirping cry.

It really is the soft bomb as imagined.

"Snapped"

Xiangtian swayed in it, and the fingertips were soft and cold for an instant. Yuan Yang picked up his finger and wanted to flick it again, but Mo Yin took it with embarrassment.

"Whether you want to eat or not, others will have to wait." Yaojun brushed Yuan Yang's hand with his hand, intentionally or unintentionally across his palm, leaving a scalding warmth.

"Who?" Yuan Yang trembled his fingers uncomfortably, but he didn't withdraw his hand as if trying to be brave, and tightly grasped the persimmon in his hand.

There was a smile in Mo Yin's eyes.

"Look, he's coming."

Yuan Yang followed the Yaojun's line of sight, and saw a black shadow in the distance, slowly approaching the bamboo house, and was tirelessly sniffing along the corner of the wall, flicking his ears and wagging his tail, even the moss at the base of the wall Nor was it let go.

"Ah Huang." Seeing an old acquaintance, Yuan Yang had no reason not to say hello. "You brought it here?"

Doing the calculations, it has been thousands of years, and Ah Huang, the egg thief in the kitchen back then, should be a well-established old dog now.

"Ah Huang, come here!" Yuan Yang stretched out his hand, shaking the frozen persimmon in his hand.

The man was so tall and big that he was so familiar, Ah Huang couldn't help trembling. He shook his tail, thought for a while, and finally hesitantly stepped out his claws.

"sit down."

Yuan Yang yelled playfully, Ah Huang was very concerned about face, and would not easily lower his head.

"sit down."

Ah Huang expressed hesitation, raised his eyelids and wandered around.

"sit down."

Shao Xiao dragged out his voice, watching Ah Huang wagging his tail hesitantly.Ah Huang instinctively felt the threat, and while uttering a pitiful cock, he bent his legs as a gesture.

"Sit down." Ah Huang bent his legs as a gesture, and quickly stood up straight again, still moaning.

Rather Stick to your guns.

"Ah Huang."

"Wang!"

"Did you see this? Tonight, we will eat dog meat stewed with persimmons."

"Wang Wang~"

"You don't understand, why are you humming?"

Yuan Yang was in a good mood, raised his hand and patted the dog's head vigorously, and patted Ahuang's ears to the back of his head. Ahuang hummed in a low voice with grievance, and the whole dog's face wrinkled into a ball.

The Yaojun stood aside, and couldn't help but lifted Yuan Yang's shoulder-length black silk, letting it pass between the fingers, the palms, and the palm lines.

"You treat Ah Huang more earnestly than Master."

Yuan Yang laughed lightly when he heard the words, but turned around, "If Master answers all my questions, I will be more eager than Ah Huang to see the persimmon."

"Just ask."

"Didn't Master say that there are only three people in a day?"

"Your kiss is it."

Rarely did Yuan Yang not respond, he clenched his left hand tightly, and the two wooden beads in the palm of his hand were pinched on the palm bone, and they also pinched the beating heart.His Adam's apple trembled, and he slowly stretched out his hand, striking the Yaojun's face.

"Master underestimated me."

No matter what, I have to save face, and I can't let the reputation of being romantic be in vain.

"Ok?"

Yuan Yang's fingertips felt a fleeting cold touch, and he couldn't help trembling. He suppressed the heart that wanted to shrink back, and raised his eyes. There was a little more charm in the deep eyes, and the rich ink color became thicker. Press on the side face of Yaojun.

"Here, a question."

Mo Yin didn't move her brows, she stared at Yuan Yang into her eyes, full of tenderness.

"Ah."

His fingertips were scorching hot, and the burning cloud climbed up Yuanyang's face again. He raised his hand, pleasing the eyes, nose, and all the way, outlining the cold and perfect outline, until the two petals were warm, and he barely stopped his movements.

"Here, two questions."

"Exactly."

Yuan Yang's palms were sweating, as if his own hands were no longer his own, his heart was already on fire.

"That......."

Yuan Yang stared closely at the deepness in Mo Yin's eyes, leaned forward unconsciously, his red lips were hot, and slowly fell down the corners of Yaojun's eyes.

"What about here?"

The mountain wind blows the Tangyin all over the mountain, and the persimmon falls from the palm of the hand, and rolls away into the distance.

Ah Huang wagged his tail and hurried to catch the persimmons.

Yaojun was stunned.