Qingqiu is difficult

In the winter of a certain year, the snow fell heavily and thickly, and there was not a single small animal in the mountains. The little rabbit felt too lonely, so he built a snowman, wrapped his favorite carrots and a red scarf around the snowman, and regarded it as his only friend.

Although the snow baby couldn't move or speak, the little rabbit still jumped around it, very happy.

When he was tired from playing, the little rabbit went back to sleep. Because it was too cold, he added a lot of firewood to the stove, but the fire burned hotter and hotter. The little rabbit was so deep in sleep that he didn't even notice. The surrounding area was eroded by the flames. It was about to become a sea of ​​fire, and Snow Child was extremely anxious.

It wanted to shout loudly, but it couldn't make any sound. In desperation, it actually grew its legs, pushed open the door of the cabin, rushed into the cabin, and took out the little rabbit.

Fortunately, the little rabbit was not injured. When she was taken out, she was still sleeping soundly! But the fire was too great and too hot. The snow child looked at the little rabbit sleeping peacefully in his arms. It smiled, but tears flowed from its eyes - its body melted little by little.

After the fire passed, the mountain returned to its original tranquility. Little Rabbit woke up from her dream. She was surprised that she was sleeping outside the house. The cabin had long been burned down, but underneath her was a puddle of melted snow.

The carrot and red scarf are still shining on the ground.
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After Lu Xinyi finished telling this story, he secretly looked at Zijing and saw that he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

She stuck out her tongue, covered him with a quilt, and then slept on the other side obediently.

"How come there is a big snake demon who likes to listen to fairy tales?"

The next day, Lu Xinyi's spiritual cultivation increased day by day, and she had reached the stage of a junior killer. The two of them had no horses and walked slower. She could walk fast with her spiritual power, but Zijing was always holding her back.

I didn't expect to arrive in a day or two, so I simply took a detour and went to a blacksmith shop at the foot of the mountain to buy a soft sword.

"If a worker wants to do his job well, he must first sharpen his weapon. You tie this soft sword around your waist, it just matches your spiritual power."

Lu Xinyi nodded, and then listened to Zijing say: "It's just that the realm of the unity of man and sword still needs time to practice, so you can practice it slowly! Remember, don't expose your spiritual practice until it is absolutely necessary. That's it. .”

Xin Yi smiled and said: "Of course, "Sun Tzu's Art of War" says, show what you can't do when you can, and show when you don't use it. I still understand this!"

Zijing just thought this guy was cute and silly. He smiled and shook his head, took out some broken silver from his wallet and paid it to the blacksmith.

Lu Xinyi stretched out his neck and marveled: "It's so rare to pluck a feather from an iron rooster."

Wen asked the blacksmith to forcefully buy a fast horse, and the two rode the fast horse to Huanchu Mountain. Along the way, the wind blew, and they saw that the willow trees had sprouted buds, and there were already delicate flowers peeking out from the grass, and the stars were twinkling. With eyes wide open, Xin Yi took off his jacket and threw it to the big tree on the side of the road.

Zijing's horse went faster. He laughed in the wind and said, "You have thrown away your coat now. What if it gets cold in spring?"

Lu Xinyi clenched his arms around her waist: "In the cold spring, I had already arrived at Huanchu Mountain. My father and Liu Zhang were there, and there were so many soldiers from my motherland, and I still didn't have a coat. ?”

Zijing laughed at her for living a free and unrestrained life, and felt a lot happier in her heart unconsciously:

"Aren't you good at writing songs? I'm so happy at the moment, it would be a pity not to sing a line or two!"

"Okay! Then I'll sing "Free as the Wind"! Let's run!"

the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Success or failure turned empty.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine.

So many things in ancient and modern times are all made fun of!

After singing, she unconsciously recited Yang Shen's lyrics. The wind blew past her ears and blew her hair around her ears. Lu Xinyi sighed:

"Everywhere in life, we know what it is like, it should be like a flying dragon walking on snow and mud!

Zijing, I only wish that you and I can be as happy and free as today, clean, free and free all our lives! "

With a quick crack of the whip, the horse ran faster. Zijing looked pale, but still squeezed out a sweet smile, as if he had never been so satisfied and happy as he is now.

Huanchu Mountain is getting closer.

When they reached the bottom of the mountain, the rocks inside were rugged and inaccessible. The two got off their horses, chased them into the forest, and walked into the mountain.

There were too many rocks in this area, but luckily there was a trickle of sweet and delicious mountain spring. After a big drink, and just as he was about to walk forward, a man suddenly jumped out from the mountains.

"I opened this mountain, I planted this tree... If you want to go this way, leave the money to buy it!"

I saw that this man was not tall, only more than three feet tall, with a crooked beard, skin like ancient tree bark, and a pair of small black eyes that moved very quickly.

Zijing stopped Lu Xinyi who was about to step forward: "This guy is not a mortal, he looks like a mountain spirit. Don't disturb him."

He stepped forward, bowed and said: "We are in a hurry and don't have much money with us. I only have these in my arms. Please accept it with your Majesty's approval."

After that, hand over the money bag. The mountain spirit monster weighed the money bag and was very happy, but he had no intention of letting it go. Instead, he whistled behind him and called loudly:

"Brothers, there are two living people here today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless macaques and hozens suddenly jumped out from the depths of the strange trees and vines on the mountain. They seemed to have fallen from the sky, densely packed and overwhelming, and only pounced on the two of them.

Zijing hugged Xin Yi and protected him so that she was not too frightened.

The mountain spirit yelled to stop, and the hozens calmed down a bit. The two of them raised their heads and looked at each other. They already looked embarrassed, with their hair and clothes in a mess.

The mountain spirit said strangely: "You guys have searched it, and you two really have nothing to hide. So be it, this woman is too ugly, let's go! This young man is a good man, stay and be a brother with me!"

"What the hell are you chewing!" Lu Xinyi stepped forward to argue, but Zijing pulled her over, held her shoulders with both hands, and said in a comforting, almost pleading tone:

"Let's go. After this strange stone forest, you will reach Huanchu Mountain. You will be safe if you go there. Don't worry, I have a way to deal with them."

After saying that, he smiled at Lu Xinyi.

She looked at him, then looked around at the hozens around her. She knew that even if she was a master of one head and one head, she might not be able to escape from the mountain with all of her tail. She felt fear and hesitation, but she still shook her head.

Zijing was a little anxious, and he said with a hint of sullenness: "Be obedient, they are not easy to deal with. You hurry up and you will be safe when we reach Huanchu Mountain."

She took two steps forward, but suddenly ran back, grabbed his sleeve, and said: "You are not safe anymore. How can I feel safe when I step on other people's blood! I am with you!" (this chapter) over)