Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives.
Deng Fang stood alone outside the cave, looking at the buds everywhere, and felt infinite vitality.
In the blink of an eye, Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan have been here for three months, and they spent the Spring Festival together.
Deng Fang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could already feel the vibrant breath of spring.
At this time, Yang Hanhan walked quietly behind Deng Fang, jumped up, and hugged Deng Fang with both hands.
Deng Fang smiled sideways and said dotingly: "What do you want to do again?"
"I want...I want to go boating on the lake with you!"
Yang Hanhan thought for a moment and then responded, the squeamishness in his words clearly visible.
Deng Fang turned around, hugged Yang Hanhan into his arms, and said softly: "Okay, I will take you to the lake to see the most beautiful lake in the world."
"Okay, I'll wait, you can't lie to me."
Deng Fang laughed loudly, hugged Yang Hanhan and looked at the sky in the distance, and said softly.
"Hanhan, is it time for us to hit the road?"
"On the road? Where are you going?" Yang Hanhan was slightly surprised and asked Deng Fang.
Deng Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Please accompany me to the Shaolin Temple first."
"Shaolin Temple? What are you doing there?" Yang Hanhan was shocked. He didn't expect Deng Fang to want to go to that place.
Deng Fang shook his head and replied: "If you have any information about an old friend, you should inform the monks in Shaolin Temple."
Seeing that Deng Fang didn't want to say more, Yang Hanhan rolled his eyes, closed his mouth knowingly, and just nodded, then turned around and walked towards Donkey'er.
Deng Fang looked at Yang Hanhan's leaving figure, and the image of Monk Huiqing appeared in his mind again. All kinds of memories from the past came to his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
Then, he took out the Diamond Sutra from his arms, touched it carefully, and then put it away again.
Early the next morning, Deng Fang let Yang Hanhan ride on the donkey's back, while he led the donkey and left the place where he had lived for a long time.
On the road, the spring breeze blew slightly on her face, and the sun shone on her body. Deng Fang felt comfortable and relaxed all over, as if her whole body had been reborn.
This year, he is nineteen years old. Inadvertently, he has been away from home for nearly a year.
Speaking of which, he also missed home.
But Deng Fang knew that for him, Yang Hanhan was his home at this moment!
As long as he takes his beloved woman with him, home will be there wherever he goes.
In less than half a day, Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan saw an imposing city in the distance, which was Jingjiao City.
After Deng Fang hesitated, he decided not to enter the city, lest he be recognized by the Cui family and get into trouble.
Later, Deng Fang turned around and told Yang Hanhan what he thought. Yang Hanhan also thought it would be better not to enter the city, so he told Deng Fang that he could reach the next city in a few days and then go to the city to rest. That's fine.
Deng Fang nodded, led the donkey, bypassed the road to Jingjiao City, and walked towards the mountains.
On the way, Yang Hanhan seemed to be a little worried inside, and asked Deng Fang: "Deng Fang, how is your injury? It doesn't matter."
Deng Fang smiled at Yang Hanhan, picked up a branch casually, shook his fingers, activated his internal energy, and the branch actually started to burn out of thin air.
Deng Fang casually threw down the branch, looked back at Yang Hanhan and said, "How was it?"
Yang Hanhan looked at the flaming branches on the ground, surprised and happy, with a bright peach blossom smile on his face, and praised Deng Fang for his greatness.
Deng Fang looked up to the sky and laughed, turned around and continued walking forward.
But just after Deng Fang turned around, the smile on Yang Hanhan's face immediately froze, replaced by a look of confusion.
Yang Hanhan was riding on the back of the donkey, staring condescendingly at Deng Fang's back, his eyes flashing constantly.
After a while, Yang Hanhan's eyes showed determination.
"Deng Fang, I also want to take a walk."
Yang Hanhan suddenly spoke. Deng Fang was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement and helped Yang Hanhan get off the ground.
The two walked side by side, Deng Fang holding the donkey with one hand and resting his hand on Yang Hanhan's shoulder, leisurely and at ease.
As they walked, a gust of wind blew in their faces, making Deng Fang and Yang Hanhan unable to open their eyes. They lowered their heads to avoid the wind.
At this time, Yang Hanhan quietly took out a silk scarf from his waist, then let go of his hand, letting the silk scarf float away in the wind.
"Oh, my scarf!"
Yang Hanhan looked at the silk scarf flying away, then turned around and chased after it.
Deng Fang saw Yang Hanhan running back and quickly followed him with his donkey.
Deng Fang looked at Yang Hanhan, very surprised, and asked quickly: "Hanhan, what's wrong?"
I saw Yang Hanhan standing under a big tree, pointing to the treetops and jumping up and down, looking nervous, and kept shouting: "My silk scarf, my silk scarf!"
Deng Fang came over, looked at the red silk scarf hanging on the tree, and laughed helplessly: "It's just a silk scarf, what happened to me?"
Yang Hanhan was like a little bird at this moment, leaning on Deng Fang and mumbling constantly: "I like this scarf, help me take it off, help me take it off!"
As he spoke, Yang Hanhan grabbed one of Deng Fang's arms with both hands and shook it.
I dare to ask, which man in the world can resist the woman he loves being so tender to him?
Deng Fang comforted her softly: "Okay, okay, I'll help you get it down! But this scarf hangs so high on the ground, how can I get it down?"
Yang Hanhan pouted, looked around, then ran to the side, picked up a slender branch from the ground, and returned and handed it to Deng Fang.
"Just use this!"
Deng Fang took the branch and looked at Yang Hanhan's angry and delicate look. He felt very funny, but he still walked to the tree and climbed up holding the branch.
Yang Hanhan stood below, watching Deng Fang climb up the tree, with his hands behind his back, full of joy.
After a while, Deng Fang climbed to the top of the tree trunk, and the silk scarf was not far away from him.
When Deng Fang saw that the distance was right, he stopped and used the branch Yang Hanhan handed him to explore the silk scarf.
However, no matter how Deng Fang stretched out his hand, the front end of the branch was always just a short distance away from the silk scarf.
After probing for several times, Deng Fang lost patience and simply threw down the branch.
Afterwards, Deng Fang performed the Haori Glazed Gong, causing the true energy in his body to flow and his internal energy to burst out.
Then, he slapped the tree trunk with his palm.
With one palm, the entire tree began to shake slightly.
The trunk of the tree was fine and the shaking was small, but the treetops were shaking violently.
The red silk scarf hanging on the tree also fell downwards during the shaking.
Deng Fang watched as he shook the silk scarf down with his palm, grinned, and climbed under the tree.
Yang Hanhan stood under the tree and saw this scene in his eyes, but his face was surprisingly gloomy.
She looked at Deng Fang who was crawling down, and then at the branch that fell on the ground. She frowned deeper and deeper, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart.
Suddenly, Yang Hanhan said to himself.
"Does he really not know how to use a sword?"
