March 14th, sunny, with subtle sunlight shining on the earth in the early morning
After a two-day trip, the caravan arrived at the border of Qianzhou. There were rapeseed fields next to the farmhouses here. It was March, and the fields were golden. The caravan reached the upper reaches of the field. Among the golden rapeseed flowers, the caravan Men may also think of their hometown, the quiet and leisurely Fengcheng, because they are in the fields. They work in the public fields during the day and return home at night to enjoy the cool air in the yard with their families and talk about interesting things they encountered during the day.
This time the caravan has reached its halfway point, and the travelers have traveled through most of the Yanyang Dynasty. As long as they deliver the goods in Hangzhou, they can return home. Lin Manliu did not sit in the carriage in front because he was looking at the rapeseed fields, and walked in the fields with the caravan men. He was still wearing the blouse that was already somewhat wrinkled and damaged, and on his back was the spring window butterfly that his master had wrapped in black cloth for him. The difference from the past was that he had a sheathed dagger tied around his waist. It was Senior Sister Qiao. Give him a trip to the mountains.
Dressed up like this, he did look like a good young man. Along the way, some men inevitably said some complimentary words to the young man in short shirts. Lin Manliu just nodded and smiled.
The caravan had to rest at a station in front. After all, it had already entered Qianzhou. Due to the weather and possibly because of Lin Manliu, the caravan took less winding routes earlier than expected. arrived in Qianzhou. The performance of the boy in the short shirt along the way, whether he was fighting horse thieves or making friends with others, seemed to have given everyone in the caravan an inherent concept. This boy named Lin Manliu was unusual, very extraordinary.
The young man in a short shirt went to the inn owner to get some food, and then told the caravan manager that he wanted to go back to the fields to have another look and come back soon. After all, if you stay here, you will suddenly flatter yourself or call yourself brothers. In the crowd, Lin Manliu wanted to find a quiet place to practice his sword and enjoy the scenery.
The boy in a short shirt found a knotty grass root somewhere and bit it in his mouth. From time to time he hummed a few nursery rhymes sung by children in the alleys east of Fengcheng. He walked leisurely on the field ridge with a black cloth strip in his hand, and found an open space surrounded by gold. In the rapeseed flower field, he looked around and saw that no one was around, so he grabbed the black cloth strip and began to practice the sword skills taught by his master, Huang Longxin, combined with the sword skills he learned from his senior sister, Fei Guluan, but he did not use the black cloth strips or the sword skills learned from his sister. Shan Ye Xing swung out, but when he was about to catch Fei Guluan, he took Shan Ye Xing out of the sheath just a few inches, then sheathed his sword and continued to swing the black cloth strip.
"I don't know what sect the young hero comes from. I think the sword moves of the young hero are a bit like the moves of the Sword-Forging Peak. Could it be that he is a disciple who came out to practice at the Sword-Forging Peak?" A clear female voice came from nowhere, and Lin Manliu didn't know what was around him. The hidden person immediately pulled out his mountain walker and looked around cautiously.
"Don't draw your sword! I'm just passing by here. Please wait for me to come out. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." The clear female voice suddenly shouted in a hurry as if she wanted to gain the trust of the boy in a short shirt.
After a while, a woman in white came out from behind a tree next to the rapeseed field. Her dress seemed to be the style of some Miao villages in southern Xinjiang. "I have no sect and no sect. I use my sword skills to watch others compete and follow them randomly. Who are you?" After Lin Manliu answered the man's question, he had no intention of putting down his sword. He held up Shan Ye Xing with his left hand and held the black cloth strip horizontally with his right hand. in front of me.
"My name is Huan Yunxia. The young hero has no family or sect, so he is willing to join us in Yangfeng Valley. Our Yangfeng Valley is quite famous in this area of Qianzhou. Joining our Yangfeng Valley will be considered as a way to travel in the world in the future." We have found a backer, and our Lord Linggu is even a third-level Grand Master..." Huan Yunxia continued talking, planning to tell the history of Yangfeng Valley from its opening to the present. She had to say it again so that the boy in a short shirt in front of her could believe what she said.
If Master hadn't told me about the actual situation of Yangfeng Valley, I would have been deceived by you. "I'm just passing by here with a caravan and need to head east, so I hope you'll take care of yourself," Lin Manliu apologized to him.
Then the boy in a short shirt tied the black cloth strip behind his back and turned around to leave. After making sure that Yunxia had no intention of catching up, he sheathed the mountain walker and prepared to return to the inn to meet the caravan.
Huan Yunxia looked at the retreating figure of the young man in a short shirt and could only sigh silently: "People's hearts are not as old as they used to be. In today's world, no one greets even the most famous sects or the old sects with profound foundations."
What Lin Manliu didn't know was that there was another person behind the tree. He was a man holding an open folding fan with the words "Dongdu Wu Scholar" written on it. The man smiled and consoled Huan Yunxia: "Let's go, it's time to go back. Not everyone's children are as easy to deceive as Brother Ye."
"That guy is getting along well with Lu Fengbai now. You must have read the invitation I received at home a few days ago. Lu Fengbai is going to demolish the old house and the three of them will form a joint venture and invite us to have a banquet." Are you going or not?" Huan Yunxia thought for a moment and said, then punched the man waving the fan on the shoulder.
"Well...of course I'm going to do it," the fan-waving man said with a nod as he received the punch.
After the two of them finished talking, they found a trail and walked. At the end of the trail, there were two horses munching on the green grass on the roadside. One was like a horse with black horse velvet scattered around its neck in the dark night. It was a handsome and unruly horse. The other horse is as white as a bright moon in the night sky.
(It is recommended to watch it here in conjunction with the works related to the young people who are new to the world, including Yunxia and Meijiu Lang)
Not long after, Lin Manliu returned to the inn and nodded to the caravan steward to confirm that he was back. After a while, the caravan steward paid for food and tea and then gathered the caravan men to prepare to continue eastward. Today It seemed that they were going directly to Yuezhou to rest in the wild. They said that there was no supplies to be purchased in Qianzhou, so they did not enter the city to avoid unnecessary trouble.
The caravans looked at the map and continued eastward. As the number of villages decreased, the surrounding rapeseed fields gradually disappeared and were replaced by some cherry blossom trees. Also in March, the flowers bloomed so beautifully, but The caravan travelers were a bit more vulgar and still wanted to see the rapeseed fields they passed before. The pink flowers on these trees were not that deep.
The boy in a short shirt walked under these cherry blossom trees, and his mind moved slightly. He remembered that there seemed to be these trees outside his hometown, Dongcheng. It was also in this season, so he sneaked out of the city and sat under the tree, dragging off his boots. Putting his feet in the stream next to him, there were some cherry blossom petals and other leaves scattered in the stream. As a child, Lin Manliu raised his feet and patted the petals and leaves onto the rocks beside the stream, because he had no friends. Because of this, Lin Manliu could always watch and play alone under these trees for a long time when he was young.
The leaves drift along the stream, traveling to thousands of mountains and rivers.
