The sky is sparse, with floating clouds covering my eyes. Under the setting sun, the mountains are full of green, and a few fiery red mountain flowers bloom lonely in the green. The breeze passes by, swaying sadly, as if waiting for the fall of spring.
One year spent similar, each year is different. Wu Changkong came on horseback, thinking melancholy that the scenery was still the same and he was no longer a confused person.
The stream of light easily throws people away. A goshawk flew away in a powerful arc among the peaks. Its vigorous figure slowly turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the distance. Outside the setting sun, the wind and smoke are billowing, the grass is luxuriant, and the twilight is vast and vast, covering the iron walls of Guanshan Mountain.
Wu Changkong galloped on his horse and saw a villa surrounded by clouds, mountains and fog appearing in front of him. There were no servants or waiters outside the villa, and it looked very deserted.
The situation looked very bleak. When we passed by the hotel, there were a few chivalrous-looking people talking about how Qin Wanfeng gave birth to three sisters, Zhuo Fuyao, leaving only one named Zhuo Fuyao. The other two died young. And Qin Wanfeng also left this villa. Some people said that Chu Xianhuang did not die and followed Qin Wanfeng. Zhou Wei, the old woman of the Zhuo family, also passed away not long ago. Now there are only three women and one man left in Luoxia Villa. Zhuo Fuyao, Xianyu Qinyi, Xianyu Seyi and the only male left behind.
Wu Changkong listened for a while, and now you are outside the village, knocking on the door to enter, and hear the sound of someone practicing sword practice.
Really, I saw Zhuo Qihua sweating profusely after practicing his sword and resting against a pine tree. I looked up and noticed the scenery in front of me, and suddenly my heart moved. I looked up at the clear blue sky, with floating clouds covering my eyes.
Under the twilight, the mountains are full of green, and a few fiery red mountain flowers bloom lonely in the green. The breeze passes by, swaying sadly, as if waiting for the drifting time when spring comes. It is really the most wonderful magician. With a tap of his fingers, the child disappeared, and instead there was a young hero. The frail little body had already accumulated internal strength. The little hand that seemed to be riding a bamboo horse just now grasped the three-foot long sword tightly. With a shake of his arm, the steel sword Let out bursts of clear chants.
And the dreamy boyhood also ended, "Oh, time flies!"
"I guess you are Zhuo Qihua!" Wu Changkong asked.
I am! Who are you?
I was asked to come here to help! Wu Changkong got straight to the point.
I see. He thought to himself: "It should be someone sent by Zhuan Sunyan, so I won't ask any more questions."
Then take a seat!
Wu Changkong saw that all the people in Ruoda's village were women, and he was the only one who was a man, so he was feared to be the emperor!
Looking at the lush grass, clusters of flowers, bees and butterflies in the garden, there are ingenious rockeries, small lakes with rippling blue waves, cloisters that follow the terrain, and cobblestone paths leading to various green or green trees in the garden. An elegant and unique courtyard surrounded by bamboos or shaded by flowers.
"Everyone in our family has their own small courtyard in the garden. Everyone in the family loves me, takes good care of me, and dotes on me," Zhuo Qihua said.
Wu Changkong nodded and looked at this luxurious and luxurious place. He had no intention of looking at this now. I don’t really want to say anything more! Seeing that the owner of the village had no intention of resisting the coming danger, he originally wanted to warn him but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it.
I wanted to pick up the tips that my senior sister left for me, but looking at the beautiful night, I suddenly wanted to see the layout of this beautiful Luoxia Village.
Seeing a sound coming from the courtyard, Wu Changkong went looking for the sound and heard a sound coming.
There are thousands of miles of rivers and lakes. One day not too long ago, I will step into the world of martial arts, wearing a green shirt and a long sword, roaming around the world enjoying my grudges.
The sword drinks the blood of the enemy, and the wine is drunk until the cup is dry. Experience the wind and sand of the ancient road in the yellow dust, the loneliness of the lonely boat on the Cangjiang River, the generosity of the heroes' friendship, and the heroism of the sword sweeping the rivers and lakes. His name will be spread to every corner of the earth. Everyone mentions him, and his eyes will shine with admiration. They will proudly tell each other where they have seen the hero Zhuo Qihua, and brag about his various deeds. It will touch countless hearts, and walk into the dreams of the daughter of Jianghu every night... Zhuo Qihua looks at the various scenery of the empty mountains, the sunset, the spring flowers and the flowing clouds, and the long-lasting eagles. Dreaming about falling into deep thoughts about traveling in the world in the future.
At this time, there was a very handsome man practicing martial arts in the courtyard. He was quick and cunning in his moves, and his movements were flexible and escaping.
At this time, a woman came out of the room. She was about twenty-eight years old. She had a delicate face, a slim body, and exposed curves. She was like a magnolia in bud in May, with the rainy morning dew of youth, bright, fragrant, and full of vitality. . This person is Xian Yuseyi, the younger sister of Zhuo Zhoushang's newly remarried sister during his lifetime.
Zhuo Qihua hugged the woman and pillowed her on his lap. Xianyu Seyi felt that the back of her head was soft and elastic, and praised him for practicing Qinggong for so many years. His thighs were plump and strong, making him a good pillow. Xianyu Seyi smiled and pinched his nose. Her expression began to look different from usual. Her smile was still sweet, but she was a little more shy, and her voice became softer and softer.
Xianyu Seyi stared at Zhuo Qihua with a strange expression, as if looking at a beloved thing of hers, her eyes were gentle and full of love. When their eyes met, her face seemed to be getting redder and redder, but her eyes did not shrink at all. She leaned down and kissed Zhuo Qihua's forehead gently with her soft lips. When she raised her head, Zhuo Qihua met her panicked and evasive eyes, and he suddenly understood.
Wu Changkong thought in his heart: "No wonder those people in the world said that Tianzi Jian and his son were just picking flowers and asking willows for fun. His father nominally brought Xianyu sisters in, but there was no etiquette or marriage. Unexpectedly, his father died. On the bed, now that my son has inherited everything in the family, it must not be easy for these two women."
Wu Changkong looked at it without interest, thinking why he agreed to come to help! The man named Zhuo Qihua was polite to him on the surface, but in fact he had been coveting the sword in his hand for a long time. He remembered that Zhuo Qihua mentioned this sword many times at the dinner table.
Brother Changkong, this sword is such a good sword! It looks like it should be from Kunlun!
It was broken by his words.
Zhuo Qihua drew his sword many times. What a good sword! It has a simple shape. Looking at the navy blue sword body, there are lines of moon-white water light that sound like the sound of running water. When the sword is touched, it makes a sound of water ripples. It's so addictive!
Wu Changkong stayed awake all night, sitting alone on the roof overlooking the entire villa.
When I woke up, the red sun filled the window and it was almost noon. Zhuo Qihua yelled that it was not good and hurriedly stood up.
