Gou Shiyun was careless and the actions of the little ones were not exposed. Han Shaer excused himself to change clothes and went home in the evening. The next day the rooster crowed, so he got up early and went up the mountain at night, bypassing Jiannan Gate and heading straight to the top of the mountain.
It was surprisingly cold before dawn. He jogged, and when he reached the top of the mountain, he was already slightly warm. He had a wish, that is, to see the swan again. Subconsciously, he and her were inextricably linked in the past and present, and they were inextricably linked to each other.
Contact, he felt tenderness, affection, and deep and strong expectations.
The sun reveals its shy face from the mountains in the east, and the peaks are covered in red and gold, magnificent and enchanting, like standing rouge maids, waiting for the arrival of the master of gold. The sky and the earth are the same color, gold grows in the red, and the gold is embraced by the red.
, Golden grew rapidly, breaking away from Yanhong's embrace every second.
In the favor of the rising sun, in the cold breeze, he threw off his jacket, took out his wooden sword, and began to practice dancing. This set of swordsmanship is a combination and improvement of introductory swordsmanship, such as practicing calligraphy and mastering the basic strokes.
Then there are horizontal hooks, horizontal folds, vertical hooks, etc. After mastering it, you can write some simple characters; when you practice it to the intermediate level, you can write a lot of characters and can arrange them into an article; when you practice it to the advanced level, it is called calligraphy.
Different qualifications, different skills, and different styles, the most highly regarded is Wang Yizhi's "Lanting Preface". If one's martial arts reaches this level, he will definitely become an invincible swordsman who dominates the world.
He jumped from one stone to another, constantly changing directions and angles. The wooden sword whirred and the wind stirred up with the blowing wind, making the sound of a konghou. He moved, he jumped, he leaned up,
He stood on his head... thrust out one sword after another, slashing with a hook, piercing with a pick, sweeping with a hidden edge, a white rainbow penetrated the sun, a golden dragon swung its tail...
The beautiful swan flutters its platinum wings and comes gracefully. She hovers left and right, flies up and down, performing the most beautiful dance in heaven and earth. Is it a colorful feather coat? Is it a fluttering fairy mantle? Is it a phoenix spreading its wings, is it Chang'e descending to earth... She
It chirps cheerfully, showing off its intoxicating singing voice, like the endless sounds of Buddhist songs in the Buddhist world, or the divine music of heavenly music. It is the nine ancient songs and the legend of this world... The sound of nature touches people's hearts and comforts them.
The human soul. His heart is at ease, happy, empty and pure, like the blue sky washed by heavy rain, like the crystal clear lake water without any ripples.
The rays of light, cloud shadows, dancing geese, and sword flowers... form the most beautiful picture in the world. It is so beautiful that it catches the soul and attracts the attention of hundreds of birds... The sound of wind, the sound of geese, and the sound of swords form a music that has never been heard throughout the ages.
It is so intoxicating that the heart and mind are intoxicated, and everything is so beautiful that it is silent...
Han Shaer was tired, so he stopped, opened his arms, and welcomed his dance partner. She was graceful and graceful and stopped in front of him gracefully. She was a gosling, with a lot of down and a touch of fetal yellow, or tender.
Ye Qing, she is very tall and her wings are as tall as his shoulders.
Han Shaer was both loving and afraid, so he stretched out his hand timidly, wanting to touch it but not knowing where to touch it. As if the swan had read his mind, it stretched out its beak and rubbed it in his hand. Han Shaer became bolder and lightly touched him.
He caressed her neck, stroked her wings, and said eagerly: "Let's be friends! Okay?" She tapped her beak on the palm of his hand, raised it, stroked his forehead with her crown, and then stroked his cheek.
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"Then you agree!" Han Shaer jumped up and couldn't help hugging her neck. Swan let him hug her, pulled out her neck collar, looked at him with her eyes, and leaned tenderly on Han Shaer's chest, as if she had a tacit understanding.
Long-time lovers are quietly enjoying their world together.
"In the future, I will come to see you, and you will come to see me, okay?" Han Shaer asked expectantly. After his mother passed away, he could no longer feel the care and tenderness of women. When his father was around, his second mother
Fortunately, turning his back on his father, he felt Er Niang's indifference. Bing Yue had been close to him for a long time, and Er Niang would take Bing Yue away... As for Huo Huo, is he a classmate? A buddy? A sister? It's bittersweet,
He couldn't tell clearly either.
The swan rubbed its head against his face and got closer to him. Tears flowed out of Han Shaer's eyes. For a long time, no matter how miserable or tired he was, he never shed tears. Suddenly, the swan gently pecked him.
The collar of his shirt was pushed outward. Han Shaer was puzzled, combing the feathers with his hands, and asked softly: "Sister Swan, what's wrong with you?" The swan was not interested in him, and pecked up his sleeve again, and pulled it down the mountain.
Han Shaer understood that the swan was chasing him down the mountain. At this time, he felt the chill, stopped practicing his sword, and the heat gradually subsided. He put on a jacket, which could not resist the cold wind.
Looking back three times in one step, Han Shaer left the top of the mountain. When he was far away, the swan reluctantly flew away.
Han Shaer kept his joy and attachment deep in his heart, and sometimes slowly and sometimes briskly returned to Jiannan Gate. During this morning's trip, he made a beautiful, psychic, gentle, and delicate new friend. It was a great harvest!
Seeing that Han Shaer came late, Huohuo scolded Han Shaer Nuonuo, saying that after practicing swordsmanship, he could not learn from his old brother Fat Dun, who spent three days fishing and two days drying nets. Wasting time is equivalent to slow suicide! Han Shaer Nuonuo, deal with it.
Already.
Practicing swordsmanship after breakfast, Han Shaer's yin and yang activity, and his lack of energy made Huo Huo particularly angry——