Seeing that there was no one around the house, the long swordsman put the flower girl on his shoulders, made her ride on his neck, and walked up and down the courtyard. Of course, as a woman of considerable age, Hua Gu would never do something like this. Let others know whether she is ugly or not? As for the long swordsman, because of his strong body, he can still carry it even if it is a cow, not to mention the lady he likes.
"Put me down. I don't want to ride anymore. If people know this, they will say bad things about you, you know?" Hua Gu said.
And this long swordsman doesn't take this seriously, he just likes to talk, he is going to be like this anyway, let's see who can do to him? The long swordsman danced in this fashionable manner on the patio. Although it was not very standard, it was still very interesting. A smile gradually appeared on Huagu's face, and she no longer disliked the long swordsman.
At this time, the long swordsman heard someone cough again, and the voice was old. This didn't belong to Uncle Feng, but whose voice did it belong to? However, when dealing with Uncle Feng and his like, the long swordsman always only uses one hand, or even his hands, and just scares.
It seems that Uncle Feng is not convinced and may have another fight with the long swordsman. However, Uncle Feng is too overconfident. With such a thin body, how can he be the opponent of this long swordsman? However, Uncle Feng was not willing to give in. At this time, he came to the patio, lay on the ground, and kept scolding his mother, hoping to disturb him in this way so that he would not be able to do bad things as he pleased.
Although Uncle Feng had no strength left at all, he had been slashed by a long swordsman, and he had lost a lot of blood. In addition, he had tracheitis, so how could he still stand up? However, even if he was lying on the ground, Uncle Feng would not admit defeat. No, he was lying on the cold ground, cursing the eighteenth generation of the long swordsman.
Hua Gu stopped the long swordsman at this time and told him to stop jumping. She was afraid that Uncle Feng would be cool. Uncle Feng might not be jealous, but in terms of jealousy, he was almost one of the best in the deserted village. Now lying on the ground, facing this powerful swordsman, seeing him carrying his beloved woman, he felt angry for a moment, but he couldn't do anything to him, so he could only curse loudly.
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The swordsman didn't take him seriously, and his unwarranted insults just turned a deaf ear. However, when he scolded him too much, he would step forward and kick him severely, just to vent his anger in this way.
"Get out!" Uncle Feng roared while lying on the ground. He still remembered that it was because of his roar that the long swordsman got out of his house. At this time, he resorted to his old tricks again, with only one intention: to tell the swordsman to get out. Only in this way could he chat and laugh with the flower girl freely.
However, at this time, the long swordsman was not interested in his roar. Instead of going out, he walked into the luxurious house, closed the door with the flower girl, and left Uncle Feng lying on the cold ground. Cursing and roaring.
"Open the door!" Uncle Feng was lying on the door, beating it constantly. He knew that this couple was doing bad things in this house, so he disturbed them in this way, so that they could not do their work peacefully.
But the long swordsman really opened the room at this time. Seeing that Uncle Feng was so jealous, he opened his bow from left to right and struck Uncle Feng with horizontal fists. Uncle Feng couldn't stand the beating at this time and fell to the ground. For a moment, he could only breathe out, but there was no breath left.
Uncle Feng felt that he could not defeat this long swordsman, so he did not dare to stay here for a while. After such a big embarrassment, Hua Gu would no longer think highly of him. Uncle Feng left the house at this time and wanted to stand up, but couldn't, so he had to crawl along the dilapidated dirt road to the door of his house, went in, closed the door, and cried non-stop. Only then did Uncle Feng feel that he was getting old. Otherwise, dealing with this long swordsman would never be a problem.
Fortunately, he knew some medical skills, treated the wound briefly, and took some blood-activating medicine. Now lying on the bed, he didn't feel so painful.
As for the long swordsman, he was staying with the flower girl at this time, talking to each other about everything. Seeing that Uncle Feng was gone, he opened the door and invited the spring breeze into the house. He felt really relaxed and happy for a moment.
The sound of the river flowing eastward in front of the door is constant, and the music flowing out is so beautiful under the night, and the flower is constantly swaying in the wind, just like the beating of the flower girl's heart.
The long swordsman and Hua Gu were sitting on the patio, smiling at each other and not paying attention to the scorn of the people passing by. The long swordsman placed the long sword next to him. At this time, Diao smoked and looked at the people in the deserted village. If anyone spoke ill of him, he would serve him with the long sword.
No one dared to say "no" to the swordsman. Even if they walked past the door of Huagu's house, they pretended not to see it. At this time, the swordsman deliberately called out to those who pretended not to see him, but even though those people heard him, they were only frightened by the power of the sword, so they barely responded, and then fled as usual.
It is strange to say that whenever someone is unfavorable to the swordsman, or secretly slanders him, the sword will scream quietly, or stay in place and become furious, or move back and forth in the courtyard on its own. Whenever this happens, the swordsman's face will be expressionless, and it can be described as solemn. Then the sword will be covered in blood, and someone will really die.
The flowers swayed gently in the wind, and in the fragrance of the flowers, an old woman walked over. This person's steps were not very steady. Every time he took a step, he would deviate. If it seemed not to be the case, he would walk away. Not this way. This old woman kept walking along the deserted village. Although her legs were no longer strong and calluses had grown on the soles of her feet, she still kept walking. Her purpose was just to find her man, her own The man has not been home for a long time.
This old woman is walking in a deserted village, and the night is vast. Where is her man? No one knows, so she has to look for it on her own. If she doesn't get her man back, it seems that the old woman will never come home. At this time, the strong wind was howling continuously, and the heavy rain was pouring down. The torrential rain swept across the deserted village, and the road was filled with mud and water. If you were not careful, you would be knocked over, which was very annoying.
And since this old woman has made up her mind to find her man, what else can stop her from achieving her set goal? No, this damn mud can't stop it, nor can the torrential rain. Unless he is dead, otherwise, he must find his man.
My own man was very poor when he was young. It can be said that he had no tiles above him and no cone below. I married him not because of his money, but because he was good at other people, honest, hard-working and willing to work. Regardless of the opposition of his family, he stole all the family property and followed this good man. For this reason, the old woman even had one of her legs broken by her father. However, in order to be with her lover, what does a leg mean?
The old woman was also a famous beauty in the deserted village back then, and many of her admirers were wealthy people in the deserted village, but the old woman just fell in love with her man. However, after her father broke her legs, the men in the deserted village who admired her disappeared, and she smoothly married her man for a hundred years and lived a happy life in the deserted village.
Thinking of this, the old woman put a smile on her face. Unexpectedly, the mud on the road was too deep and the rain was heavy. She strayed into the quagmire and was unable to extricate herself for a while. At this time, the old woman seemed to see her man smiling not far away again, and when the man smiled, the old woman was really happy and inexplicably happy. In order to see the smile on her man's face again, the old woman used all her strength to climb out of the quagmire and stand on the smooth road again.
As soon as the strong wind blew, the old woman fell to the ground again. At this time, the rain and wind were violent, and a lightning struck her body. Maybe it was because of God's blessing that the old woman was safe and sound.
"An'an." The old woman kept calling out along the way, but everyone she met said they didn't see her An'an.
"An'an, where are you?" the old woman shouted, shouting, and the world is so big, and it is all covered with wind and rain, where can I find my own peace?
