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Chapter 228: Extraordinary third

In autumn, Xiaoyue Mountain.

On the steep cliff, a light figure was flying by, and the long sleeves of the long gown were suddenly filled by the wind. This scene fell in the eyes of the woodcutter in the distance, and it was inevitable that a white feather peacock fell from somewhere. I was taken aback, and then I wanted to look closely, but the surroundings had returned to silence, with only the clouds surrounding the mountains.

Lu Zhui's hand folded the last red flower on the edge of the cliff, and then he flew steadily and landed on the ground, holding a large clump of wild flowers and weeds in his arms, which seemed to be quite rewarding.

Xiao Lan, who was guarding aside, took out a hand towel and wiped the wet dew on his face for him, and then asked, "Is it for these flowers, flowers, and grasses before dawn to enter the mountains?"

"Does it look good?" Lu asked.

Xiao Lan looked into his eyes and nodded: "You look good."

Lu Chai smiled and stuffed the flowers into his arms, and said, "Half can be used to match wine, and the other half can be used to steam pastries. I will make it for you when I go back. After this season, if you want to eat it, you have to wait. The coming year."

"Then go home?" Xiao Lan took his hand, "with the dew falling on his shoulders, I should catch a cold if I don't change clothes."

"It doesn't matter." Lu Chai patted his clothes and said, "You take these flowers and plants home first, and I will stay in this mountain for a while."

"What else?" Xiao Lan frowned as expected.

"The weather is fine today. The literati and elegant scholars of the king's city will gather in the Nansong Pavilion to drink and write poems and talk." Lu Zhui said, "I want to join in the fun."

Xiao Lan said, "I will accompany you."

"I don't want you to accompany me," Lu Zhui refused. "On weekdays, when I listen to my writing poems by myself, you will fight with eyelids and yawn. This time you will be a dozen or so scholars and scholars who will read together. The mattress will give you sleep."

Xiao Lan: "..."

Xiao Lan asked, "Do I have one?"

Lu Chai nodded, there is more to you.

Xiao Lan said: "Drink a few glasses and go home early."

The trail behind the mountain is rugged and winding, but the steeper the place, the more beautiful the scenery, the frosty leaves gradually stained with the mist, the color of the mountains becomes more intense and bright, Lu Zhui loves the beautiful scenery on the way, walking and stopping all the way Stop, when it arrived at the South Pine Pavilion on the mountainside, it was already past noon, and the poem meeting was almost over. The marigold wine was dumped on the ground at will, and the stone table was covered with rice paper. Lu Zhui picked up a pile of rice paper and read carefully However, there are those with elegant writing and those with gorgeous rhetoric. This talented man toasted and drank and talked. On the other side, the kabuki and musician had already used these new poems to compose new songs, hit the tanban and fuqin to sing harmony, and the singing was melodious, almost covered by the sounds of birds and birds.

The literati get aspirations, and the poems are like stars. Lu Zhui sighed in his heart, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, taking advantage of the three-point drunkenness, his men danced like dragons and snakes, poems were bold, vigorous, and romantic. When the last sentence was written, there was already thunderous applause and cheers.

"Brother Lu, where are you going again?" someone behind him asked loudly.

Lu Chai waved his hand, did not turn back, and continued to walk leisurely into the deep forest. Everyone didn't ask any more questions, and they drank their own wine. The noise and the music revived, adding a lot of hearty joy to Xiaoyue Mountain in this autumn.

As Lu Zhui went further and further, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. When he reached under a sturdy old tree, he raised his head and looked at the person above smiling.

Xiao Lan jumped down and sighed, "Can you be aware of being so far away?"

"Someone has been staring at me, how can I feel nothing." Lu Chai still held a glass of wine in his hand, "brought it to you."

"I don't want to sweep your interest." Xiao Lan held his wrist, "but I don't want to stay at home alone, I want to come here to find a shaded place to sleep, and I will take you home when it gets dark."

Lu Chau smiled and said, "Go, drink the wine, and take you to a place."

Xiao Lan asked, "Where?"

Lu Zhui didn't answer him. He just walked all the way to a high place holding hands, bypassing seven mountain bends, and then entered a canyon. Xiao Lan listened for a moment and said, "Is there a waterfall ahead?"

"No one knows here, even the woodcutter thinks the road is difficult and dangerous." Lu Zhui dragged him to a trot, "Hurry up, when the sun sets to the west, you won't see this bright spot."

Xiao Lan took advantage of the trend and swept him horizontally into his arms, touching the ground with his toes as if stepping on the wind, and then walked through the canyon before gently laying the person on the ground: "Quick enough?"

Lu Chai patted him on the chest: "Growth with light work."

"Only light gong can make progress?" Xiao Lan asked in a low voice in his ear, "How about the kung fu that pleases you?"

Lu Chai took two steps back: "If I owe some heat, keep working hard."

"I'm going to fall into the pool." Xiao Lan smiled and pulled him, "Come and stand."

"I came to Wangcheng with my eldest brother a few years ago, and I discovered this place by accident." Lu Chai said, "It's the best in winter. The silver coat is carved with ice and jade, and the frost hanging on the cliff is shone by the sun. Like a fairyland."

"I'll accompany you again in winter." Xiao Lan said.

"But autumn is also good." Lu Chai sat on the rock, took off his shoes and socks and soaked his feet in the water. "Speaking carefully, each season has its own beauty. Spring is full of flowers in the valley, and summer is full of water. The most abundant, there is wet mist everywhere."

"Is the water cold?" Xiao Lan asked.

Lu Chai shook his head, and said again after a while: "You don't have to go back to the city to eat at night, just grab two fish in this pond and grill them."

"Have you brought salt?" Xiao Lan asked.

Lu Chai shook off a packet of salt and pepper from his sleeve, and said with a smile: "I found it at the poem meeting. They grilled fish and barbecue in the morning to match the wine. I poured it out when I went, and only a bone was left."

Xiao Lan gathered some dry wood around, and a fire soon started. This season is when the fish and shrimps are most plump. After washing them, they put on salt, and the fragrance diffuses in a moment. Lu Chai leaned on his shoulders, waiting for the meal with nothing to do. Xiao Lan tore a piece of fish meat with her hand, and handed it to his mouth after blowing it cold, "Slow down."

"A bit salty." Lu Chai smashed his mouth.

Xiao Lan was amused and fed him another piece: "Is today's literati gathering fun?"

"It's fun. The rice paper filled with poems fell on the ground like snow flakes. I was fighting over who was number one, and some people were jealous and had a thick neck." Lu Chase said, "But that's because I'm not here. If I were earlier In the past, the first round was not on anyone's head."

"So confident?" Xiao Lan smiled, "I heard that all the talents in King City have almost all gone today. Why are you so sure that you can come out on top?"

"Wen is not first, and poetry is even less first. This is naturally incomparable." Lu Zhui said, "Do you know who is the winner today? Li Mi."

"I know, the person who often comes to Shanhaiju to eat beef with soy sauce can't go if he doesn't drink enough." Xiao Lan nodded.

"Tell me, such a five-and-three rough person, with a face and sleeves, the other weak scholars dare to fight with him, don't say that his poems are really good, even if he doesn't write anything, just hand in blank paper Go up, no one will stop you if you want to be the first." Lu Chai said, "And I'm different, he's like that, I can hit twenty with one hand."

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "I was told by you, this is a poem contest, it's like a martial arts conference."

"You don't understand, this is fun." Lu Chase said, "The scholar will ask whose belts are not fastened when he is anxious, revealing you as a dog. Everyone is human, who can be sour all the time I can’t shake my head."

"It's all right." Xiao Lan couldn't help covering his mouth, "I'm not allowed to say these pompous words that I learned from you."

Lu Zhui leaned close to his ear: "There is something more nasty, don't you listen?"

Xiao Lan said, "Don't listen."

"Brother Xiao..." Lu Chai wrapped his neck with one hand, and said, "How serious is today? Then I have to say more."

"You think carefully." Xiao Lan raised his lips and continued to tear off the fish and feed him, "You can rely on talking, and I can do it."

...

Lu Zhui sat up calmly, "Qiu is high and airy, but I think of a poem, Brother Xiao, listen to it?" Qingya, beautiful, indifferent and quiet, without desire and desire.

Xiao Lan held his wrist and pulled the person into his arms: "Have you eaten?"

Lu Chai secretly used his force, squeezing out from his nose: "Yeah."

Xiao Lan smiled and wrapped his waist with one hand: "But I'm hungry."

"It's easy." Lu Chai put his hands on his chest, "Back to Shanhaiju, I will ask you to eat your elbow."

Xiao Lan kissed him on the neck.

Lu Chase slapped the person away with a backhand, bowed and ran forward.

Xiao Lan flicked the Wujin Iron Whip twice behind him.

"You are not allowed to use weapons." Lu Chai turned around and warned.

Xiao Lan readily threw the iron whip aside.

Lu Chai stepped on the wind, his figure resembling an autumn leaf, strange and erratic following the wind. Xiao Lan failed three attempts. Lu Chai sat on the treetop and raised an eyebrow at him: "You lose."

"Really?" Xiao Lan turned his belt around, "Well, Brother Lu, please come back."

...

A gust of mountain breeze blows, and Young Master Mingyu's clothes are wide open, and the spring light leaks, which is very insulting.

Xiao Lan stretched out his hand: "Be good, and I will return it to you."

Lu Zhuiyou looked into the distance and refused.

"Not coming?" Xiao Lan turned around, "Then I'm leaving, let's say goodbye."

A blast of wind came from behind her ears, Xiao Lan flashed sideways, and with his right hand, he pressed the attacker against the thick grass, and raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

Lu Chai slapped him on the shoulder twice with a smile: "Indecent."

Xiao Lan held his forehead against him, "I take it as a compliment."

"Let me up." Lu chased.

Xiao Lan sucked a kiss on his neck: "Don't let it go."

...

Don't let it go.

The four fields are quiet and the trails are rugged, and they are not afraid of being disturbed.

Lu Chai put his hands around his neck, a smile in his eyes.

Besides, with such a beautiful scenery, it would be a pity if I ran away.

Xiao Lan squeezed his chin and kissed deeply.

As the sun sets, everything in the mountains seems to be covered with gold.

It's the best season.