A horse galloped wildly in the hands of a man wearing a wooden mask. The wind brought by the horse's hooves made the woman in a moon-white gown behind him narrow her eyes in confusion.
Riding his horse and leaving Jialan City, Wen Jirou followed the ancient road outside Jialan City and ran eastward for another cup of tea. A village hidden among the lush trees appeared in front of him, and he stopped. The horse whip in his hand, the horse's hooves just now gradually slowed down, and he began to walk into the village step by step.
The village is dotted with low one- or two-story houses made of bamboo or straw. They seem light and a bit crude. If you look closely, you can see the care of the owner who built them. The bamboo of each house They have all been carefully polished, smooth and flat, without any bamboo thorns.
There was no noise at this time in the scattered place, and it was unusually quiet. Only the occasional coughing sound of an old man or the cry of a child could be heard from the small house next to it.
A middle-aged woman wearing a tube skirt and a headscarf was driving a group of white sheep toward the sheep shed at home. Hearing the sound of horse hooves approaching, he greeted them with a smile from a distance.
"Brother, didn't you go to Jialan City to join in the fun? Why are you back?"
Wen Jirou jumped down and took off the mask on her face. Under the mask, the usually pale but beautiful face showed a smile: "There are too many people, I'm afraid of being crowded."
While talking to the aunt who was driving the sheep, he passed his hand in front of Gu Jianghe.
After hesitating for a while, Gu Jianghe still held Wen Jirou's hand and dismounted.
The aunt holding the sheep whip suddenly lit up her eyes, and ran over without caring about her own sheep: "This lady is so beautiful. She seems to be from the Central Plains. Is she your wife?"
"I'm not, you admitted your mistake."
Gu Jianghe stood beside Wen Jirou and said coldly.
The inhumane expression made the aunt's originally enthusiastic attitude suddenly wilt as if a basin of water had been poured on it. She waved the sheep whip in her hand and ran back muttering, muttering in a low voice as she ran, The women in Zhongyuan are indeed not as good as those here, and they are not very fierce.
"This is the village closest to Jialan City, called Gedo. Today most of the people in the village went to Jialan City to participate in the prayer meeting. You can stay here for a while. When the prayer meeting is over, I will take you back. "
Wen Jirou stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation, then walked forward by herself.
The two entered a small two-story attic made of wood. Wen Zhirou casually placed the wooden mask in her hand on the table, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip of wine and drank.
"I didn't expect that I saved you twice in one day." Wen Zhirou played with the simple wine cup in her hand with her reddish fingertips, "The entire southern Yunnan region regards the Mingyue Sect as their divine religion. , the leader Mingfeng is like a loving father. Miss Gu can do this in such a conference, I am really impressed. "
"What about you?" Gu Jianghe, who was standing by the window, turned around. With her back to the sun, she seemed to be standing in the radiance, which made Wen Jirou's eyes trance for a moment, "You Aren't you afraid if you dare to take me away in front of everyone?"
He laughed, and there was a rare sincere smile in his light eyes. When he stood in the attic next to the square and saw the woman in the moon-white gown among the crowd, he was a little surprised, but he was also expected. . Probably because she had never been bound by various rules in the Central Plains, this woman seemed to have no fear. When the prostrate people raised their heads and pointed at her, she just looked at the people in front of her coldly.
The moment I saw the cold light in her hand, I didn't know why, but I rushed forward on impulse.
"I never believe in any gods, I only believe in myself."
Gu Jianghe slowly walked to the table and sat down.
"Miss Gu, I always feel that Mingfeng seems to know you." Wen Jirou suddenly looked at Gu Jianghe with some interest and said this, "What is your connection with Jialan City?"
"How can it be?"
Gu Jianghe's first reaction was to blurt out that the leader on the bamboo platform looked so enchanting that he could not tell the difference between male and female. He looked to be at least thirty years old. Besides, she had lived in seclusion in Yaowang Valley for ten years, so how could she possibly know him.
unless--
Gu Jianghe raised his head suddenly.
"Look carefully, Miss Gu, she doesn't seem to look exactly like a Central Plains woman." Wen Jirou put down the wine cup in her hand, stretched out a slender finger and touched her nose, wanting to take a closer look. She came and said, "As for women from the Central Plains, I think Miss Gu has more of the charm of a woman from Southern Xinjiang, especially your eyes."
Wen Jirou suddenly stood up and approached Gu Jianghe.
Eyes facing each other.
A burst of fresh magnolia fragrance drifted over from Gu Jianghe's body,
The light-colored eyes reflected another pair of beautiful eyes. Under the long eyelashes, a pair of dark eyes looked at him intently.
But if you look more carefully, you can actually find that there is a faint blue in the eyes.
"The people here are mixed and there are many races. It is said that there is a tribe in southern Yunnan. The woman looks like a fairy and has blue eyes. Has the girl ever thought about where she came from?"
There seemed to be no emotion in Gu Jianghe's eyes: "Mr. Wen, you are a little too close."
Wen Jirou laughed, sat back in her seat again, took out the jade bone fan from her arms and started fanning: "If you really have anything to do with this clan, then I advise the girl, in Jialan You have to be careful when walking in the city, you have completely attracted Mingfeng’s attention today.”
"Thanks for the reminder." Gu Jianghe said lightly, but he was shocked in his heart. How true or false what he said was true. If it was true, then it would make sense why his brother was here. If it's not true, then why, why on earth did my brother come here. Wen Jirou, why do you know these things?
At the same time, in Jialan City, Si Miao's words shocked everyone. Even Qingyang and Jiuxia were so shocked that they forgot to find their girl for a moment.
Girls from southern Xinjiang are really unrestrained.
Feng Fanxiao's blush went from his neck to the back of his ears in an instant. He had been with Ranchen since he was a child and had basically never had much contact with women, let alone one who wanted to marry him right away.
Uncle Jinzhu slapped Si Miao on the head, bowed to Ranchen, and said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, sir, but our custom is that if a woman falls in love with a man she likes, she will To put it bluntly, if the man also likes her, we will get engaged. If he doesn’t like her, we will give up. My doll has caused you trouble."
As Uncle Jinzhu spoke, he held Si Miao's hand tightly: "I am the young master of the Central Plains. Why did you rush up to me and say you want to marry me?"
Uncle Jinzhu was still upset at the same time. He originally thought that these gentlemen, each of them looking pretty, might be able to get one for his own doll, but now it’s better. He hasn’t figured out how to get it yet, so this girl just came up and gave it to me. Get this together.
Ranchen looked at Feng Fanxiao who was blushing, his eyebrows as soft as jade stretched out, he smiled slightly and said: "Miss Si Miao is innocent and innocent, there is no need to criticize her harshly. Marriage is not a trivial matter. Miss Si Miao can think about it carefully before proceeding." Make decisions."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Uncle Jinzhu nodded in agreement, and at the same time pulled Si Miao behind him.
Just when Si Miao was extremely reluctant to be pulled by Uncle Jinzhu, the sound of footsteps came from downstairs.
A man in black clothes and a long sword appeared in everyone's sight.
Mo Ningyi stepped in front of him and blocked the sword between the two of them.
"It's you." Mo Ningyi was a little surprised when he saw the appearance of the person.
The visitor's eyebrows were thick and short, and his eyes revealed the aura of murderous intent.
He was the one who followed Wen Jirou all day long.
"My subordinates came here to tell Mr. Ran that Miss Gu is with my master. Please don't worry, master. After the prayer meeting, the master will send Miss Gu back."
It seems that Wen Jirou really has everything in her hands. Ranchen's doubts about him deepened. When he was in Lanshan County, he noticed that Wen Jirou seemed to have a different kind of emotion towards the land of southern Yunnan. He couldn't understand it. It seemed to be nostalgia, but also hatred.
From today's situation, it seems that the Mingyue Sect has penetrated deeply into the people here, but Wen Jirou is able to dare to take people away in public. With his character, he would never do such a reckless thing.
"In that case, thank your master for your generous action just now."
"Master Ran, my master asked his subordinates to remind you that Ming Feng, the leader of the Mingyue Sect, is definitely not an ordinary person. Please try to avoid his sharp edges."
After Sifeng finished speaking respectfully, he bowed slightly and turned around to leave without looking back.
"Unreasonable person."
Seeing Sifeng's attitude and regarding himself as nothing, Mo Ningyi seemed a little angry.
Underworld wind?
Ranchen unconsciously looked back at the man in red in the center of the bamboo platform in the square in the distance.
The prayer meeting seemed to be coming to an end.
A melodious yueqin sound came from nowhere and began to hover over the square.
What is falling down?
One piece, two pieces—
The blue-purple petals were narrow and long, and they fell on the heads of the people lying on the ground.
"It's the gentian--
Oh my god, it's the gentian--
The Godfather has blessed us—"
One person in the crowd exclaimed, then the second, and the third——
Countless people began to stand up, scream, and jump to catch the blue-purple flower rain that was falling from the sky.
After a while, the blue-purple petals blurred everyone's sight.
Through the gap between the flowers and rain, Ranchen seemed to vaguely see the red figure, and then took a deep look in their direction, and then disappeared.
"It's the gentian flower."
Uncle Jinzhu also became excited when he saw the blue-purple flower rain, "Gentian flower is a unique flower species of Mingyue Sect. If the godfather rains gentian flowers at every blessing meeting, our days will go smoothly, baby." , let’s go quickly.”
After saying that, he took Si Miao's hand and ran downstairs.
