How many times the group portrait is spring

The price of picking peaches is not expensive, fifteen yuan per person, you can eat them openly in the woods, if you want to take them away, you have to pay extra.

These peaches are white and red, and all of them are big peaches that have absorbed enough nutrients. When the thin layer of skin is peeled off, the juicy flesh is exposed, and the fruity fragrance is also diffused. The tip is still stained with red, which is even more provocative.

"Master, eat a peach." Mo Lingyun handed Jing Rong a peach he had peeled, and then remembered that Jing Rong couldn't eat it, so he turned his hand and took a bite of the peach, "I almost forgot that Master can't eat it." .”

"But thinking about it this way, what should I do if I miss Master again." Mo Lingyun asked him.

"There are also fruit forests in the Xuantian Mountain Range." Jing Rong reached out and picked a fruit and handed it to Mo Lingyun, "When you come back, come with me."

"Okay!" Mo Lingyun nodded, took the peaches that Jing Rong picked for him, and picked up two less familiar ones and put them in his pocket, bulging, looking a little funny.

The summer in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed hot and dry, but it is not so hard to bear under the shade of trees. There are not only peaches in the forest, but also gurgling streams flowing through it, which is just right for washing peaches.

Mo Lingyun soaked his hands in the stream, sighed contentedly, and asked Jing Rong: "Master, is Zongli hot now?"

"It's okay." Jing Rong is not afraid of the cold and warm, and he doesn't feel much about the temperature change.

"It shouldn't be very hot, after all, it's the Northland." Mo Lingyun was laughing, "It's true that winter is very cold."

When the two of them came out of the forest, they met many peach pickers, some with a whole family, and some accompanied by sisters and brothers. Handsome men like them were particularly eye-catching among them.

Mo Lingyun had no self-knowledge, he was jumping when he walked.

Jiangnan City is a bustling and bustling city, different from the blazing enthusiasm of Metallurgical City, they even have a little warmth in the wind, the roadside vendors are hawking endlessly, and the patrol team in the city does not drive these vendors away, and the weeping willows on the street shade them , pulled up a different kind of landscape.

Mo Lingyun rented a small courtyard in the old alley, and hadn't figured out where to go next, he was always alone, hometown?The hometown has long been torn apart by demon wolves.

The vegetables and fruits in the morning season in Jiangnan are fresh and tender, and the price is also cheap. Mo Lingyun bought a watermelon and a big rooster, and planned to cook roast chicken at night.

Smoke was rising from the small courtyard. Mo Lingyun put the watermelon in the well to freeze it. The lotus pond in the courtyard had just opened buds. He looked at the lotus leaves with morning dew on them, and he thought about making lotus leaf chicken again.

After chilling, the watermelon is sweet and cool, suppressing the heat of summer, and the heat of the roast chicken is just right. Mo Lingyun sprinkled a layer of chili noodles on top, and then made a bowl of rice. ready.

Mo Lingyun was a bit full from eating, and planned to go out for a walk to digest food when the summer heat subsided next night. Jing Rong accompanied him, and the master and apprentice walked side by side. He could vaguely hear the Jiangnan rumors over the wall tiles, and the whole city was trapped In a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere.

Mo Lingyun heard the murmur of the brook, saw the birds flitting across the smoky sky, the green bricks and green tiles of the houses in the alley, moss on the bluestone road, and children holding sugar figurines playing with their playmates on the side of the street.

Everything feels unreal.

Mo Lingyun exhaled twice, and said with emotion: "That's great."

Jing Rong was noncommittal, and a corner of the bamboo hat was lifted by him. Jing Rong's posture was pure and noble, soaked in the mist of the south of the Yangtze River, adding a touch of gentleness.

Mo Lingyun was much healthier and more cheerful. He always had a smile on his face, his long hair was tied high into a ponytail, and he was dressed in a black outfit to add to his heroic spirit. This man was a swordsman, no matter how you looked at it, he was an upright swordsman.

"Master." Mo Lingyun called him.

Jing Rong looked at him, and then heard Mo Lingyun say: "Actually, I think this is pretty good. I don't seek longevity, I only strive for the day and night."

"Chaomu?" Jing Rong frowned, and then his eyes fell. There was no distinction between morning and evening in his eyes. From the beginning of his birth, it seemed that endless years were waiting for him.

"Yes, as long as you cherish every moment, life is not too short for decades." Mo Lingyun raised the corners of his lips, as if he was infected by the Jiangnan atmosphere and gave up on the matter of meridians.

It seemed after a long time before Jing Rong raised his eyes to look at him. Jing Rong touched Mo Lingyun's forehead with his fingertips, and he said: "Striving for the future, and also seeking longevity, is to share the spring breeze every year."

Mo Lingyun lived in the small courtyard for half a month, walking around and playing with birds, and entering retirement early, if he hadn't seen Xuantianzong's school uniform on the bridge, he might have forgotten that he was a monk.

The group of people under the bridge is well-dressed and neatly lined up. The leading disciple has a handsome appearance, with a hidden meaning of being out of the world, and the moire on his sleeves is scattered. One can tell at a glance that he is the core disciple of Qingyue Peak.

Mo Lingyun saw that he looked familiar, but couldn't tell who it was. He held an umbrella for Jing Rong and asked softly, "Master, who are they?"

"The leader is Lin Wuduan, the chief of Qingyue Peak. He has been giving alms to others all the year round. You have seen him at the ceremony of apprenticeship." Jing Rong explained that Lin Wuduan came at the ceremony, but he, Junior Brother Lin, has always kept a low profile. Among all the heroes, he kept his sense of existence to the lowest level, and it was not unusual for Mo Lingyun not to have a deep impression of him.

"It turned out to be Master Lin."

As the drizzle fell over the blue stone and black tiles, Mo Lingyun tilted the oiled paper umbrella in his hand towards Jingrong again, and said, "Master, let's go back."

When the two turned around, Lin Wuduan, who had never been unusual under the bridge, stopped, and raised his head to look at where they were originally standing as if feeling something.

"Chief?" The accompanying disciples were puzzled.

"It's nothing." Lin Wuduan looked away. He had something to do during his trip to the south of the Yangtze River. There are monsters in the south of the Yangtze River. According to reports, more than ten middle-aged men have disappeared. The monks guarding the city could not find out the source of the monster. Unable to catch the evil spirit, he asked Wan Daomeng for help in panic.

Lin Wuduan and his party were the closest to Jiangnan, so they were assigned to deal with this matter.

The monks stationed in the city extended a warm welcome to Lin Wuduan and the others, and Lin Wuduan went straight to the point, asking him to explain the time, place and means of the crime.

The city guard monk who was still smiling looked at Lin Wuduan's five-sacred crown, and faltered for a while. He still had some eyesight. The leader of Xuantianzong is an outstanding Taoist cultivator, and the one following must be a Taoist cultivator.

Seeing that monk was speechless for a long time, Lin Wudu couldn't help but glanced at him.

"This... this... there are many missing people..." The monk choked up, "Many people are lost in the land of flowers and willows..."

Famous monks have always dismissed such places, so he didn't know what the consequences would be if he said this; the city guard monk in the south of the Yangtze River closed his eyes with the determination to die as a strong man, but saw that the Taoist priests in front of him were all expressionless. waves.

He was taken aback, did he guess wrong?These priests don't object to this kind of place?

After a while, Lin Wuduan, the leader, asked solemnly: "Hua Liu? Is that the place name here?"

The disciples also sat upright and listened to the teachings.

The monk defending the city froze, did he not respond because he didn't know where it was? !He looked away in embarrassment, and replied softly: "No, it's not a place name, it's also a place name..."

"what is that?"

After everyone in the Xuantian Sect got their doubts resolved, everyone fell silent by coincidence, and a few younger disciples even blushed and squeezed behind their senior brother.

"Also... you don't have to enter the flower building. In a few days, our oiran election will be held. At that time, all buildings will decorate flower boats and go boating on the lake for evaluation. Seniors can just mix in the crowd..." After finishing this speech The monks defending the city felt that they were about to die, and they didn't know if these priests would agree.

"Okay." Lin Wuduan didn't raise his eyes, he just answered.

"By the way, for such a grand event, it's better for you seniors to wear casual clothes..." the city guard monk weakly reminded.

"Understood." Lin Wuduan seemed to be calm, only the red ears could prove that he was not so calm on the surface.

On the second day after the disciples of Qingyue Peak arrived in the south of the Yangtze River, Jing Rong received the letter from Wan Dao League in Xuantianzong, and he roughly understood why Lin Wuduan had traveled to the south of the Yangtze River. Got so uneasy.

Even a thousand-year-old demon like Dongshan Daemon cannot completely hide the evil spirit, but the Jiangnan monster has managed to do so. Not a demon.

"My soul is in Jiangnan, so I can take care of it." Jing Rong wiped the scabbard with his fingertips, and when he raised his eyes again, Jing Rong from Jiangnan courtyard opened his eyes.

Mo Lingyun was squatting by the pond and teasing the fish. At the end of midsummer, when the weather became less hot, he became more interested in going out for a walk and cooking.

"Ling Yun." Jing Rong called him.

"Huh? Master?" Mo Lingyun moved closer to Jing Rong, the grass on his hand was still stained with dew.

"Wuyuan came to Jiangnan this time to get rid of demons. You can go and find him, maybe you can experience a thing or two."

"Okay! Master!"

Lin Wuduan didn't know anything about it, but new news came from the City Lord's Mansion. These men who disappeared for no reason had been to Wanhualou. What is Wanhualou? It is the largest red building in Jiangnan City, and it is also a Sell ​​gold cave.

Qingguan Chunqiu, who just came here not long ago, crushed the old leaders with his vocal music, and he had the intention of aspiring to be the top oiran in this grand event.

But if you want to see her, it is hard to find.

"My spring and autumn girls are very picky, and you may not be able to see them if they are rich." The old bustard of Wanhualou laughed tremblingly while pinching her handkerchief, expressing her pride in having such a treasure in their building.

Rao is a member of the city lord's mansion, and they would give them three points of noodles in Wanhualou on weekdays, but it's different today, the fairy head of Xuantianzong is still here.

The leader coughed twice, pretending to be serious and said: "There are so many rules, we are investigating the case, let everyone in your building come out."

The old bustard has also experienced ups and downs. Hearing this, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at her handkerchief: "Hey! You still want to bully others?! Although there are many girls in my Wanhualou, it's not the same. Very bullying!"

"Hey... Hey! I said why are you so blind?" The leader felt ashamed, and his tone became irritable.

"What kind of eyesight? This is the boundary of my Wanhua Building, are you still going to force it? If you insult the reputation of the girl in my building, I will sue Wan Daomeng for justice!" The old bustard became more and more courageous , A few words made the leader blush with anger.

"We are investigating the case! Do you understand the case?"

"Investigate the case? What kind of case can you forcibly break into a girl's boudoir?!"

"When did we break in?!"

"I don't allow any of them here, you are clearly going to break in!"

"Hey! You bitch! What the hell are you thinking?!"

"You have to pay to enter my Wanhua Building!"

"Okay! Here! Call me everyone!"

"No."

"Why can't it work again?!