beg for chivalry

A gust of wind blew across the green water surface, caressing the wrinkled green ripples, and whimpering with the sound of the water turning and turning the wheels, it blew past the Moon Hall and the Drum Tower, fell into the second floor of the stilted building, and blew into the Bamboo stove.The sky was foggy and gloomy, and the emerald green trees were submerged in the surging sea of ​​clouds. The sky and the earth seemed to lose their color, and everywhere was faded pale.

Sitting on a small bamboo stool, Feng Heli carefully scooped the yellow glutinous rice dyed with Budsonia flowers into the bucket.Mu Shuanger had already steamed another bucket of glutinous rice on the pot, and was bored watching the fire, playing with the pebbles he picked up from the stream with his fingertips.Seeing that the wind was getting stronger, Feng Heli blew the flame seedlings to sway and scattered, and hurriedly said: "Shuang'er, cover the window and leave a gap."

Mu Shuang'er lazily walked over to close the window, seeing the sky, suddenly remembered something and said:

"Mother, is the Bullfighting Festival coming soon? Will Eldest Sister come back this year?"

"Your eldest sister runs to the mountains all day long, and it took half a year to fold a silver wind grass. It's difficult to come back." Feng Heli held a colander in his hand, and smiled as he poured glutinous rice into the bucket, careful not to spill it. open.

The Mu family finally separated more and less together. When the four daughters got together happily, there was no such thing as Mu San'er lost when he was young. The eldest sister went to the mountains to collect medicine all the year round. The third son disappeared, and the fourth son ran out of the valley willfully. I searched for San'er's trace, but didn't return home.Fortunately, she settled down at the Tianshan Gate, and often wrote some notes and tied them to Lingge's legs to bring back to her hometown.Mu Shuang'er was alone with his parents and Gu Ren.

Shuang'er smiled bitterly: "Forget it, all of my sisters are worthless." She stared at the flickering flames in the stove, put her chin in her hands, and murmured suddenly, "This year's New Year's Eve, Saner Are you coming back?"

Feng Heli smiled and said: "Oh, I thought she would come back sooner, maybe she would come home in despair during the Bullfighting Festival. Last time she was in a hurry and didn't taste our fragrant glutinous rice. I will tell her to eat until she is full, and she can't stop until she can't hold it in her belly."

After hearing this, Mu Shuang'er turned his head to look into the room, and saw three or four wooden barrels lined up on the ground, steaming hotly, and it looked like steamed fragrant glutinous rice.Mu Shuang'er was dumbfounded, she didn't expect that her mother is also a person who can depend on her daughter for everything!At that time, Zuo Sanniang only told her that she wanted to eat the fragrant glutinous rice from her hometown on the eve of her escape. Feng Heli remembered it in her heart, and unknowingly made a few large buckets out of it.

They can't finish these barrels of glutinous rice by themselves, and it's not enough to distribute them to the people in the valley.Mu Shuang'er folded her hands, frowned at Feng Heli, and scolded: "Don't steam the glutinous rice anymore! Are you going to feed San'er into a pig?"

"One more barrel, just another barrel." Feng Heli covered her mouth and laughed, the fine lines all over her face seemed to be ripples of happiness. "I'm afraid she won't come back until New Year's Eve, then we won't have much left for her!"

Mu Shuang'er sighed, leaning against the wall, her eyes kept looking out of the slightly covered wooden window.She remembered Zuo Sanniang hugging her on the night of parting, when she was pressed against her younger sister's chest, she could only hear a heart beating wildly, as hurriedly as hers.It seemed that she hadn't embraced this young sister for a long time, she was a little uncomfortable, but she couldn't bear to let go.Few people cut the weeds on the dirt paths in the grass forest. I wonder if this worrying sister will find a way back to the valley next time when she returns?

The wind outside the window was louder, whimpering and whimpering came in through the gap, brushing up the hair on her forehead, slightly itchy.Feng'er seemed to be whispering some secret words to her, for a moment, Mu Shuang'er's heart trembled suddenly, and an indescribable, sharp pain rose slowly.

"What's the matter, Shuang'er?" Feng Heli raised her head and called her, her smiling eyes seemed to contain spring water.

"It's nothing, I just want to know when that stupid little sister who ran out will come back..." Mu Shuang'er shook her head and gave a rare smile.

"Just wait until New Year's Eve."

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People come and go on the streets of Tianfu, shoulder to shoulder.In the martial arts field surrounded by bamboo fences, there was a lot of excitement on the ropes, and the heads of people like flies rose and fell, and they cheered repeatedly.Warriors in different clothes gathered in twos and threes by the stalls, eating wine and tea, laughing and glancing towards the martial field.

This wedding event for Wu Litian, the son of the leader of the Martial League, lasted more than ten days in a row, but it became more and more exciting every day.The female heroes from all corners of the country are all crescent-faced, and they show all kinds of kung fu, and the fights are quite pleasing to the eye, and they turned into tea and drinkers chatting for a while.Many warriors also bought seats in restaurants next to the martial arts arena, perched on blue tiles and stretched their necks to watch the women fighting in the arena.

Suddenly there was a slight exclamation from the street, and everyone covered their mouths and cast their eyes on the street.Not far away came a group of Taoist priests in white robes and snow laces, with long swords on their backs, and a string of jade beads hanging on the reins of the swords, which jingled like bells when they swayed.Although the group of Taoist priests walked silently and had a stern look on their faces, they couldn't move their eyes away like the stars and moons in the sky.

Hugh said he was a martial artist who had been in the martial arts league for a while, but when Lian Peddlers saw him, he gathered together and pointed out, "...it's the Tianshan Gate!"

People in the world often say that the Tianshan Gate has been declining day by day since the first battle on the precipice, but now looking at this group of high-spirited Taoist priests, they think that a thin camel is bigger than a horse.Even if the Tianshan Gate is in decline, it is still a giant in the Wumeng.

A martial artist poked his head out from behind the railing curiously, and then trembled all over: "Northwest Dazong is indeed extraordinary! Last time I saw them being led by Elder Beixuan at the Martial League Conference last time, this time they attracted a fierce tiger." Downhill..."

A bystander interjected and asked, "Who?"

"Look at the person walking at the end, whoever it is if it's not the Yubai Swordsman!"

For a moment, the entire boiling street seemed to be dead silent.Everyone in the houses, stalls, factories, and sheds sells goods and eats marinated noodles, and everyone turns their eyes away in unison.The group of Taoist priests in snow clothes walked forward neatly, followed by a man wearing a gauze hat, with a long snow-white knife hanging from his waist, leisurely swaying behind.

But any warrior can tell at a glance that the person's footsteps are light, but his internal strength is too strong. If this person is asked to pull out his sword, maybe he will teach the wind and frost to dissipate and the stars to shake as the rumors say.

The white gauze is lightly rippling, with a corner slightly fluttering in the breeze.Everyone caught a glimpse of the person's jade-white skin and the corners of the bright red lips smeared with lip balm. Just this one glance can make countless people feel fascinated.His body is obviously as delicate as a willow in the wind, but he has a sharp edge like a knife and iron.

That seemed to be a beautiful woman, more captivating than all the women they had ever seen, and once they saw it, it would be deeply burned into their hearts.

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The title comes from Nalan Xingde's "Mountain Flowers: The Floating Floats of the Wind Has Turned into Ping": "Treasure the petal of the incense, and remember the previous life."

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