I am a good citizen of Condor Shooting!

I don’t mention the chaos in Li Bai’s restaurant in Xiangyang City, but at the border of Xiangyang, in the grove that Mochou used to visit frequently, the figure in the green shirt standing far away with the moonlight behind his back is very familiar, and it is impressive to follow the Huang Yaoshi, who followed his trail all the way to find him.It's just that the heavy rain last night covered up a lot of traces. When he came to investigate again in the morning, he almost lost all clues. He only knew that Rong'er's last foothold was this forest, and according to this road, he was forced to the northwest direction. Look, it is probably heading for Xiangyang at the border.

Huang Yaoshi carefully estimated this for a long time before finally deciding on a continuing route, entered the woods, walked for a day, and finally saw the border of Xiangyang City in the distance at dusk.However, there was still no trace of Rong'er, probably only a few traces that could still be found sporadically later, could he know that he did not choose the wrong direction, but it was ten times more difficult to find someone, and I am afraid that it would be difficult to gain anything.Huang Yaoshi sighed, planning to rest here tonight, and wait for the dawn tomorrow before making plans, thinking about Rong'er, I'm afraid he has already left the forest, and he doesn't know where he is in Xiangyang.

Where else could it be? Huang Rong was supported by Hui Kong to move forward with difficulty, still not forgetting to comfort the two little milk eagles in her arms who could not fly, and complained loudly, "Why did it rain heavily yesterday, how about now, The road is so difficult, my legs are sore... Ahh!"

"What's wrong?" Hui Kong supported Huang Rong anxiously, not understanding what happened just now.

"My calf is cramping, it hurts so much." Huang Rong looked at Huikong with aggrieved face, and frowned. You must know that she has never been wronged like this. Who dares to ask her to travel day and night on Peach Blossom Island? It was that cold-faced father, but he was more severe when she was practicing. Although he looked difficult to get along with at ordinary times, he never punished her, but now... Huang Rong wiped her face, but inadvertently called her own face. Become more flowery, extremely embarrassed.

After all, she is a ten-year-old girl who has never suffered. How can she not feel aggrieved.

"If you're tired, take a rest. You were fine before. Since yesterday, why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?" Huikong didn't understand why Miss Huang was torturing herself so much.

"How dare you rest!" Huang Rong yelled in a low voice, her expression straightened, "My father came out to catch me, I didn't know he would come so fast before, do you still remember the sound of flute last night? , that is my father, only my father can understand Bihaichao Shengqu, I can't hear it wrong. You don't know, my father is very fierce, if I let him chase me, and Seventh Uncle is not here, I will be miserable It's gone." Forgetting that I just admitted that Huang Yaoshi looked stern but treated her very well, and exaggerated his horror ten times in a blink of an eye, and said pitifully to Huikong.

Looking at the anxious Huang Rong, Hui Kong swallowed silently, "He is your father, it will be fine." She probably wouldn't listen to this sentence. Seeing Huang Rong rubbing her calf, Hui Kong squatted down and patted her shoulder, "Come on, I'll take you away."

"..."

With a slight smile, Hui Kong gently urged, "I will give Sister Rong a ride." After a few days of getting along, the two got along more and more harmoniously. From the first girl and Hui Kong to the later Huang girl and Hui Kong brother, In the current Sister Rong and Brother Monk... Well, although it sounds a bit weird, it is indeed a lot closer.

"Brother Monk, you are so kind." Huang Rong took half a step forward, laying on Huikong's back, and let out a comfortable sigh. watching them.

Huikong's back is not wide, but it is surprisingly warm. Tired and sleepy Huang Rong lay on it, followed by soft steps that hardly swayed, and slowly closed her eyes, feeling as if she had found a comfortable harbor. Safe and reliable.

The combination of the two and two eagles continued to move towards the northwest, but they didn't know that because of Rong'er's slow movements before, Huang Yaoshi had already passed them, so he just passed them to the front, and the path he chose now was not very clear. The two groups of people with the same destination but no difference will probably meet again in the near future, and by then, it is unknown what will happen.

At the same time, at a distance of seven or eight miles from the two of them, Huang Yaoshi, who had finished his deep meditation, turned around quietly, looked at Bai Fei who was sitting under a tree and half asleep, and sighed almost inaudibly, and quietly He left the place silently and walked towards a low slope.Perhaps it was because the successive events of these days disturbed his mind, Huang Yaoshi felt that it was time for him to calm down his chaotic thoughts, and his judgment ability also declined, so he found a slightly higher place to stand still, thinking about tomorrow. When we're in town, it's better to put on some disguise, although no one will recognize him at all.

Thinking of Huang Yaoshi, he took out a spare crude human skin mask from his arms, and stuck it on his face, and in the next second he turned into a middle-aged man with a rigid and ugly expression. , but the mask is extremely thin. Although it is a bit awkward to stick on the face, outsiders can't see it at all. They just think that this person is born to grow up like this, and they will never think that it is a human skin mask. It can be seen that the producer of Huang Yaoshi The craftsmanship of the leather mask is superb.

Then he took out the jade flute pinned to his waist, and began to play it hummingly. He didn't know if he was thinking of the rebellious daughter who left home, or the handsome young man who stayed in his heart. Maybe he should be middle-aged now, ten years later. All wasted on Peach Blossom Island, no one is getting younger anymore.

Maybe there are always some coincidences in this world, and together they become fate.Mo Yan went through a series of things tonight, such as discovering the plot of the God Condor, meeting Bai Fei Niang, and so on. He must not be able to fall asleep easily. After much deliberation, he decided to go out for a walk. Speaking of which, the moonlight is very bright tonight, maybe it is almost August Because of the fifteenth day, although it is not yet a full moon, it is already very round.

Borrowing the moonlight, Mo Yan walked all the way, the more he walked, the more remote he went, and the sounds of insects and frogs rang in his ears, which was quite interesting.Feeling excited, he grabbed a young leaf, stuck it to his lips and blew it. The crisp and melodious music brought a touch of comfort, free to aimless.

He couldn't help but think of the teacher who taught him to play the leaves, He He who was saved by him, obeyed him, worshiped him, admired him but saved him, probably the person he owed the most in this life, right? He was a young man full of vigor, but he only fought bravely in the battlefield of special forces for less than half a year, and he disappeared completely like a flash in the pan.The pitch lowered, and Mo Yan no longer had the nature of playing. He sighed and stopped. It was only at this time that he realized that he had unknowingly walked into the woods in the suburbs. It was obvious that he had forgotten about the outside world when he was playing. everything.

As the night grew darker, a gust of wind blew through, bringing with it a faint humming sound. During those ten years of living in Peach Blossom Island, he instantly recognized this very frequent sound—the Xiao Sheng, and he couldn't help but think of that People who are used to playing flute, secretly took a deep breath, clearly saying that they want to let go, but now this situation can't help but make Mo Yan a little depressed, just a flute can remind him of Huang Yaoshi, how can he forget it.

But even though his heart was shaken, Mo Yan still knew that the person who played the flute did not belong to Huang Yaoshi, of course it was not him, he was far away on Peach Blossom Island, so how could he appear on this border.However, despite thinking like this, Mo Yan still felt a little curious. He wanted to meet the person who played the flute. He did it when he thought of it. He judged the direction, raised his breath and flew, and his figure ghostly criss-crossed among the trees. When it came to the end, I saw the standing figure on the short slope at a glance.

Yaoshi Huang...

"Who!" With a sharp shout, the person on the short slope raised his hand and shot a stone with a sharp momentum. Mo Yan's mind instantly remembered the time when the two met for the first time, it was the same, the same night The same personnel situation caused him a moment of astonishment, but his years of martial arts foundation still allowed him to narrowly avoid the crisis, and when he looked up at that person, there was an eagerness in his eyes that no one had noticed.

The people on the short slope jumped down and put on a guarding posture, only to realize that the person looking up at him was Mo Yan. He was on the spot for a moment, but Mo Yan stared blankly at the expressionless ordinary middle-aged man in front of him. He frowned, obviously this was not Huang Yaoshi's face, but he was very familiar with this figure and the aura of this body.Swallowing his saliva, Mo Yan tentatively asked, "Huang Yaoshi?"

But I saw the man on the opposite side moved his arm, jumped a few steps and pulled Mo Yan past him. His forearm, which was held in the palm of an iron fist, felt a dull pain, but Mo Yan suddenly understood this deep emotion, and the other hand He lifted it up and stroked Huang Yaoshi's cheeks gently, and finally felt a gap, and slowly peeled it off, sure enough... Mo Yan looked at this familiar face, and all the fluctuations in his heart disappeared in an instant, leaving only With a sigh, "Pharmacist..."

Like a switch, Huang Yaoshi was taken aback by the overly intimate name, and looked at him in disbelief. You must know that even when he was still on the island, Mo Yan never called him that way, at best, he just called him directly Name, now... What is the reason for this?

"Ah Yan? Why do you..." There was some doubt in his eyes, but now Huang Yaoshi really couldn't understand Mo Yan's thoughts. He originally thought that there would be some friendship between them, but Mo Yan left very simply that day. He didn't even bring any extra things from the island, he thought they had nothing to do with each other, when they met today, he could see in his eyes the reluctance to hear him call 'pharmacist', he really didn't understand.

"I've thought a lot these days." Mo Yan looked into Huang Yaoshi's eyes and said seriously, "I left Peach Blossom Island because I didn't want to be a trapped animal imprisoned by you. Now I'm free. Standing at the same height as you. In fact... I have always been willing to stand side by side with you." Finally, Mo Yan heaved a sigh of relief. It turned out that the only person who trapped him was himself. Wanting to be free, leaving this man in a seemingly unrestrained manner, it is just his own hypocrisy, because it is an unexpected feeling, so he is afraid, escapes, and puts on a layer of sanctimonious cloak, which is just his own. cowardice.

Fortunately, he still wants to understand now, and when he understands, he will no longer run away, so what about Huang Yaoshi, he can tell the true and false of feelings, ten years of getting along with him has made him deeply aware of Huang Yaoshi's character, he knows that he will only get an answer.

Sure enough, Huang Yaoshi was silent for a long time after listening to Mo Yan's long sentences, and only called out Mo Yan's name as if sighing. Hugging her head lightly on Mo Yan's neck, the faint "A Yan" lingered in her ears, with a satisfied breath, Mo Yan finally cleared her mind and reconfirmed the relationship between the two. Mo Yan, shamefully hardened.