How many times the group portrait is spring

The guards at the foot of the mountain wore thick clothes, and after checking the name tags, they gave way to Jing Rong and the others; Mo Lingyun led the way and had a good time. There was only one mountain road, so they didn't have to worry about going wrong, and Mo Lingyun even picked it up everywhere. With a stick, push back the weeds and bushes.

After dialing and dialing, a cowardly little thing came out.

"Wow, what is this?!" Mo Lingyun was startled, looking at the black and white stuffed animal, he lowered his body a bit: "Its nose looks like a pig, but it is so black and white, White Leopard? It doesn't seem right..."

This little thing is a small ball, full of fluff, squatting in the weeds and not daring to move around, it looks so cute; however, Mo Ling has never seen this kind of animal when he walked around in the north and south of Yunnan.

"It should be a weasel badger." Ning Qing stopped Mo Lingyun's guess as to whether the little guy was a pig or a white leopard, "It's a unique species in southern Xinjiang."

"Is it unique to southern Xinjiang? It's so cute." Mo Lingyun was so happy that he could hold this little thing with one hand. It was small, fluffy and cute.

"Wait..." Seeing that Mo Lingyun directly picked up the weasel badger, Ning Qing didn't have time to stop.

Mo Lingyun looked at Jing Rong as if asking for credit, "Master, do you think it is cute?!"

"Like you." The corners of Jing Rong's lips curved slightly.

"Where do I look like a pig?" Mo Lingyun frowned, and then relaxed, "No, you're praising me as cute as it is!"

Mo Lingyun's smile didn't last long, and the next moment he let go of the little thing and let the little thing run away, "Hey, I'll go...! It stinks!"

"Weasel badgers stink." Ning Qing added what he had just said.

"I..." Mo Lingyun choked up the hand that held the weasel badger.

Jing Rong lowered his gaze, probably because he didn't want Mo Lingyun to see him laughing so as to maintain Mo Lingyun's bleak self-esteem, but the corners of his mouth didn't turn back! ! !

"I want to wash my hands." Mo Lingyun's expression was gloomy.

"I am Wood Lingen." Ning Qing answered him.

Mo Lingyun felt that he might have to say goodbye to this fake master-student relationship and the friendship between master-uncle and nephew.

Mo Lingyun stretched out his legs angrily and kicked the air, kicking the grass knot and successfully fell into the mud. It's good, he has lost his temper now, he just wants to lie down and ask the heaven why it is always him who is so unlucky? !

It was Jing Rong who knelt down and pulled the man out of the grass without hesitation. He brushed the grass dregs from Mo Lingyun's hair, and performed a cleansing technique, "Okay, it's clean."

"Really?" Mo Lingyun sniffled, a little aggrieved.

"Really." Jing Rong stretched out his hand to pat his head again, and this was considered a success for Mo Lingyun.

The three of them didn't meet any Gu people along the way, it seems that they really want to find the village by themselves.

And not long after they left, more than ten beams of light suddenly descended down the mountain road, all of them were dressed in black masks, only the leader covered half of his face, once this pedestrian arrived, the red-clothed priest of the Gu tribe also descended from the sky.

"Your Majesty, please be safe. We have a visitor." The red-clothed priest bowed down.

"Who is coming."

"Northern Xuantian, there are three seekers."

"It's finally here." Yan Huai smiled, and all the people in black who were standing on the mountain road disappeared in the blink of an eye.

*****

The Gu people's residence is surrounded by mountains and fog, surrounded by clouds and smoke, green grass and trees, there are no big rivers and rivers, mostly clear springs and streams, and in summer it is not as hot as the north and south. Apart from the remoteness and tranquility, it is really a good place to live.

The costumes of the Gu tribe are also different from those outside the frontier. The silver ornaments rang crisply with the movement of the Gu tribe. Sitting by the stream and watching, Mo Lingyun couldn't help but feel more comfortable. The stream is crystal clear, and the village is simple and quiet. This, unconsciously, my heart also calmed down.

That is, it is said that the high priest has no time to see them recently, so they can only wait.

It is very easy for Jing Rong and Ning Qing to enter the state of cultivation, let alone in such a quiet place with abundant aura, Mo Lingyun is the only one who is free. Fortunately, the Gu people are harvesting the tea leaves recently, and he happened to can help.

Mo Lingyun is enthusiastic, cheerful and good-looking, it is extremely easy to get along with a group, and he learned the essentials of tea picking quickly, that's right, that's right, there are a lot of young Gu couples who pick tea, and most of the time these people are in pairs En En Ai Ai, Mo Lingyun always picked tea with a dazed expression.

"Don't you take your family out for a walk?" The tea picker asked him with a smile.

"Who is it? My master?" Mo Lingyun blinked, but didn't understand.

The tea picker girl smiled more and more, "You don't have to be shy towards us, but it's a pity that you came a bit late. We just held a song meeting a few days ago. If you came earlier, you would just be able to catch up."

"Singing party?" Mo Lingyun was very curious.

"That's right, if you wear a costume and sing to each other, if you meet someone who closes your eyes, that's it." Another tea-picking girl explained.

Mo Lingyun tilted his head, but didn't understand.

As the girls talked, they talked about each other's feelings, and they smiled sweetly. Mo Lingyun maintained his silly expression, but his heart was: It's over, I don't understand a word.

Mo Lingyun couldn't figure out the taste of love, so someone wanted to wake him up. The older Gu tribe told him, "Xiao Lingyun, the mood of being happy with one person is different from others."

They also said that he should have come earlier, Nanshan was planted with peach trees all over the mountains, and when spring came, peach blossoms bloomed all over the mountains, making it a good place for lovers.

"Can't you eat peaches without a lover?" Mo Lingyun was dissatisfied.

The Gu clansman who told him about Peach Mountain snorted, "It's not that you are not allowed to eat peaches, we are saying that it is an excellent thing to take your sweetheart to enjoy the flowers."

Do you want to enjoy the peach blossoms?Mo Lingyun was taken aback, "Does it count as taking someone to pick peaches?"

"You are so sincere." The Gu race matchmaker frowned, thinking that the young man looks good, but his brain is not very good.

The matchmaker, who was very worried that Mo Lingyun would end up alone forever, said to Mo Lingyun earnestly and earnestly before parting: "Little Mo, don't be so hard-headed, or you won't be able to find a wife."

"What do I want my wife to do, my master is enough." Mo Lingyun snorted softly, handed the tea he picked today to the eldest sister, and went back to the village according to the way he came.

From a long distance away, Mo Lingyun saw the scene waiting for him under the eaves.

"Master!" Mo Lingyun yelled, and ran towards Jing Rong as if he was having fun, threw himself into the man's arms and smiled again. His smile was always warm and sincere, and the joy in his eyes was not hidden at all. It spread to the corners of the eyes and eyebrows, and the corners of the lips were also raised to reveal his canine teeth.

Few people can resist such a smile, at least Jing Rong can't.

He patted Mo Lingyun's shoulder lightly, and asked, "Are you still used to it recently?"

"It's very good, uncles and aunts are all very kind to me." Mo Lingyun was still smiling, Jing Rong thought about it, and that's right, with Mo Lingyun's temperament, how could anyone not like him.

"There are many mosquitoes in southern Xinjiang in summer, this is the wormwood bag made by your uncle, keep it away." Jing Rong handed Mo Lingyun a sachet.

"Oh, good." Mo Lingyun nodded, grabbed Jing Rongxiu who seemed to be about to leave, and asked: "Master, they have different moods when they say that they are happy alone, I think so, I like you very much, Do you like me?"

Seeing Mo Lingyun's silly expression, Jing Rong couldn't help pinching his face, but fortunately he didn't reach out, and he replied, "I like it."

"I like you too." Mo Lingyun's smile widened, and Jing Rong added: "You are people close to me, and I like them all."

Mo Lingyun's smile collapsed, feeling that this answer was not what he wanted, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he could only purse his lips and ask Jing Rong: "Can't you like me more than others?"

Jing Rong just smiled and didn't answer.

Mo Lingyun was a little bit aggrieved, but he couldn't say where he was aggrieved, he just muttered: "You are my favorite..."

"You are my only apprentice, so I naturally like you very much." Jing Rong started his unskilled grooming behavior again.

Mo Lingyun is best at climbing up poles, "Then, can you just accept me as an apprentice, and then you will like me the most?"

Jing Rong couldn't help laughing for a while, but under Mo Lingyun's expectant eyes, he replied: "Okay, when your meridian problem is solved, you will be my only apprentice."

"Then, hook!"

"Pull the hook."

Mo Lingyun had excellent aptitude, extraordinary comprehension, and possessed a heavenly root, but unfortunately he was defeated in the meridian problem. If this matter is resolved, it doesn't matter that he only accepts one disciple for the rest of his life.

During the days of quietly waiting for the high priest of the Gu clan, Mo Lingyun was poisoned quite suddenly.

It is said that the Dripping Guanyin was eaten by mistake on the road.

The aunt who was walking with him said: "I just told this little brother that Dripping Guanyin has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxification, but he opened his mouth and took a bite."

According to the description, in the scene at that time, Mo Lingyun took a bite of Dripping Avalokitesvara, said something to clear away heat but not to clear away heat, but his mouth was numb, his eyes rolled over, and he fell to the ground.

The witch doctor in the village went out to do medical work again, and the frantic ladies thought about it, and they had no choice but to invite that lord.

It was already night when Jing Rong received the news, and the drizzle confused his vision. Du Mo Lingyun's small courtyard was dimly lit and pointed to his way. Jing Rong walked away in a panic, and as soon as he arrived outside the courtyard, he saw a strange black figure walking away. When he went out, his figure looked like a ghost in the night.

"Who are you?!" Jing Rong panicked, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and went straight to the man in black.

Sensing the attack of killing intent, Yan Huai turned sideways in an instant, avoiding the long sword, the wind was solemn and drizzled in the night, and the long sword alone was full of sword intent, and the move was straight at his death gate.

Yan Huai's eyes were fixed, water-colored streams of light covered his fingers, and he turned around again to avoid Jing Rong's sword, but when the rain was accompanied by the wind and the lights flickered, Yan Huai reversed the defensive position empty-handed.

The sword in Jing Rong's hand was not Ling Xiao, and he would not give in to the other party's spiritual power. When the light golden streamer covered the sword, he asked coldly: "Why are you in my disciple's courtyard?"

The man in black didn't answer, and used the aura as a barrier to avoid Jing Rong's sword. The mask covered his face, making him look less and less a good person.

The two confronted each other and refused to give in. Jing Rong was worried that Mo Lingyun struck harder. When he swept across with his sword, he saw that the flute sacrificed by the man in black was annihilated and turned into dust in the wind, and the mask on his face was also shattered. , I think the mask is a high-grade defensive magic weapon.

The face hidden behind the mask was also exposed. It was a beauty that could not be described in words. Even if a few strands of hair were scattered, the color of his lips was also whitened.

With such an appearance, who else could there be except Yan Huai, the other Tianfu Lord.

Jing Rong was startled, put away the sword in his hand, looked at Yan Huai and said, "Why is the Fujun here?"

A fishy sweetness filled Yan Huai's throat. He pursed his lips expressionlessly and swallowed the mouthful of blood. He just felt that he and Jing Rong were incompatible. Still maintaining his cool attitude, he replied coolly: "Do you want my life, or your apprentice's life?"