Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities
A black horse galloped from the north. The horse was thin, with slender legs, and its hooves touched the ground very lightly. It was carrying a graceful girl in black. The horse's hoofs were rising and falling dozens of feet away.
The horse galloped like flying. Within a moment, it ran through a large pine forest and came to a valley.
The person on this horse was none other than Mu Wanqing. When she woke up that day, she found that she was the only one left on the cliff. After calling for a long time, she didn't see the white figure. She couldn't help but feel disappointed. Then a The man got off the cliff and returned to his residence.
Mu Wanqing closed the door and sat with arms crossed facing a red candle on the table. Her heart was filled with joy and sorrow, her thoughts fluctuating: "He saved me twice in a row and killed the lustful villain. It shows that he is a good person." Han The night was freezing, and when he saw me shivering, he picked up branches and started a fire."
"The fire has not been extinguished all night long. It can be seen that he stayed up all night on the cliff and has been waiting by my side. It is enough to show that he is considerate. Otherwise, with his kung fu, even several evil people would not be his opponents. I think he has already lost his inner strength. If you are successful, you are not afraid of cold or heat, so why do you need to do it again and again?"
"It's just that I don't know his name yet..."
Mu Wanqing's heart was pounding rapidly, and she felt her cheeks were burning in the darkness. She raised her left hand to extinguish the candle. She went to bed, but she tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She just stared at the roof in trance.
For several days in a row, she felt empty in her heart. One day, she suddenly remembered that the person had Zhong Ling's lightning marten on him, so Mu Wanqing rode a horse to the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations.
"That girl Zhong Ling must have a close friendship with him. Whenever she sees Zhong Ling, she can always ask about him."
Mu Wanqing thought for a moment and sat down. Black Rose had already arrived in front of the Valley of Ten Thousand Calamities. She dismounted and came to a big pine tree. She pushed aside the dead grass under the tree with her left hand. She touched a large iron ring with her right hand. She lifted it hard and the wooden plank opened. There was a stone path below.
Mu Wanqing walked down the stone steps, turned a few steps, and heard a sweet word.
"Sister Mu, what brings you here?"
Zhong Ling came out as usual to catch snakes for the Lightning Marten to eat. She was overjoyed when she saw Mu Wanqing's figure. She jumped up to Mu Wanqing's side and hugged her arm, so intimately.
"This is the lightning ferret. Has he been here before?" Mu Wanqing lowered her head and her eyes fell on Zhong Ling's waist. She saw a furry head in the leather bag. Wasn't it the lightning ferret?
"Him?" Mu Wanqing's voice was not loud, but it was extremely cold. Zhong Ling was not used to hearing it.
When she met Mu Wanqing in the past, she had never heard her talk to her like this.
Mu Wanqing took Zhong Ling's hand away, and felt angry for no reason. She said angrily: "Zhong Ling, you girl is still pretending to be confused with me. Don't you know him?"
"Did your lightning ferret just get sent back? I clearly saw this lightning ferret in his hands before!"
Zhong Ling suddenly enlightened and said with a smile: "Sister Mu, you are talking about Brother Jing. Diao'er did not know where he ran away a few days ago. Later, Brother Jing sent it back."
With that said, Zhong Ling took out the lightning ferret from its fur bag, patted its head with his hand, and pretended to curse: "Fortunately, you were touched by Brother Jing and were not captured by the bad guys. If you run around again, I will But I won’t catch a snake for you to eat~”
Mu Wanqing suddenly raised her voice a bit, "How did you know him? What's his name?"
Zhong Ling said with a smile: "That day in Wuliang Mountain, Diao'er also ran into the hands of Brother Jing, and I became acquainted with him."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Zhong Ling recounted what happened that day and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, when Sister Mu asked, I remembered that I don't know Brother Jing's name either."
Mu Wanqing stared at Zhong Ling's face coldly and asked doubtfully: "You don't know?"
Zhong Ling shook his head, "I don't know."
Mu Wanqing stared at Zhong Ling for a while. Seeing that Zhong Ling was about to cry, she believed her words, "Then where did he go after leaving the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations?"
Zhong Ling said: "I don't know. Brother Jing didn't tell me, he just went south."
"Zhong Ling, I won't let you see him in the future! Otherwise I'll shoot you in the face!" Mu Wanqing raised her hand and with a "chi" sound, an arrow from her sleeve shot through Zhong Ling's bun, knocking off the hairpin. .
Zhong Ling's face turned pale and she took two steps back. For some reason, Sister Mu's face changed at every turn.
"me..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Mu Wanqing turning around and leaving.
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After leaving Xiangyang, Jingzhou traveled for a few more days and arrived in Hangzhou.
At this time, it happened to be March day, with green willows hanging down the embankments and apricot blossoms lining the paths. Many young people even brought their female relatives out for a spring outing.
"Miss, you have been looking at the young man holding the folding fan~"
"Damn girl, what are you talking nonsense! If you keep talking nonsense, I...I will ignore you!"
"Hehehe, Lingyi is in love with her. I'm very happy when I see the young master. I just don't know if we are getting married. I just look at the young master's appearance, but he matches our Lingyi very well. Otherwise, Shall we ask someone to inquire about it?”
"You... don't talk nonsense, when did I think... what did I think about..."
Several girls were playing around beside the apricot blossoms, and one of them even tilted her head toward Jingzhou.
The warm sunshine shone on his face, making him drunk. Jingzhou took a sip of wine and walked forward, ignoring the girls playing around.
Although the words of the previous girls were spoken in a low tone, they all fell into his ears.
However, Luo Hua has feelings, but he has no intention of looking after Mr.
“The warm breeze makes tourists drunk and calls Hangzhou Bianzhou.”
This is Hangzhou, also known as Lin'an. Jing Zhou also visited it several times when he was shooting eagles. Whether in the Northern Song Dynasty or the Southern Song Dynasty, the scenery here is unforgettable.
At this time, the Song Dynasty had not lost most of its territory. The biggest loss was the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. Compared with the Southern Song Dynasty, it still had certain control over the north.
Gusu and other places were still within the territory of the Song Dynasty.
But I don’t know how the officials in Gusu got involved. They are all people who protect themselves wisely and enrich their own pockets.
The biggest rebel leader in the Song Dynasty, the Murong family, lived in Yanziwu, Suzhou. For generations, they had secretly plotted the cause of rebellion. Not only were they not discovered, but they lived happily.
If Murong Fu hadn't been too small and could only play clever tricks, he might have succeeded in restoring the country. Not to mention that he himself had a good reputation and was as famous as Qiao Feng in the martial arts world.
Yanziwu's Huishui Pavilion has the most martial arts in the world. Thanks to the efforts of several generations of the Murong family, the martial arts inside is probably richer than that of the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. This resource has been stunned by Murong Fu wasted it.
As for Wang Yuyan, she was like a mobile Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and she was extremely beautiful, but in the end she took advantage of Duan Yu in vain.
There are also four ministers, and the Murong family has accumulated wealth that can rival the country.
However, Murong Fu only thought that his blood was noble throughout his life, and he always refused to admit that he was Chinese. He only regarded himself as a descendant of the royal family. It is even more because of this that I don’t even learn half of the Chinese characters. If compared with Jia Baoyu, Murong Fu may not be able to compare, and his belly is full of recklessness.
"Murong Fu should have gone to the Xixia Yipin Hall to become Li Yanzong now. I don't know what this guy was thinking. He picked up a good hand of cards in vain and beat them to pieces. This cousin really can't do it..."
Jingzhou sighed and stopped thinking about the Murong family. He took a walk around the West Lake, found the largest restaurant nearby, and ordered a table of famous local specialties. . .