The grass was green and the sky was blue, a vast expanse.

There was no evening breeze blowing the pine trees, only the grass leaves were flying in the wind. Looking around, no matter how I looked, there were always only two colors in my eyes, the green and the flawless blue connected at the horizon. But it didn't look monotonous. If the sea of ​​grass could be considered a sea, the scenery of the sea and the sky was undoubtedly particularly magnificent. The wind lifted Zhao Yulin's woolen coat again. At this time, he was holding a lion head in his hand - not a braised lion head made of meat balls, fried in a pan and then drizzled with sauce, but a bloody male lion head with red mane. About two minutes ago, the wind also blew, bringing an old and helpless voice: Let her eat it. The vast Hualong Valley, including the surrounding area of ​​more than ten miles, belongs to Qiu Baima alone, so the owner of the voice is naturally Baima Taoist. But Zhao Yulin still has unsolved confusion in his mind until this moment. He can guess that Chen Siyao and Uncle Baima are vaguely related, but the old man Qiu's eccentric personality has limited his imagination in the past. He really can't dare to speculate wildly, so that he can't outline the specific shape of the catty relationship between the two. Chen Siyao, Sun Leling, Zhou Caifeng, and Zhou Yidian are also in a state of confusion. After watching Zhao Yulin fight and kill the lion, he stood there and bathed in the rustling west wind. They were amazed at how beautiful he was. It is common sense that people are good at intelligence but not strength. So if it is reasonable, people cannot beat beasts. But Zhao Yulin just did something unreasonable. He rushed into the lion group from hundreds of meters away, fought with more than ten lions, and killed a male lion in the group with a strong posture. Then, like a god of war, he drove away the other lions. In the end, except for the blood on his body, he was completely unharmed. And he did it with his bare hands throughout the whole process. The grandeur of this scene was not only felt by the urban men and women a few hundred meters behind, but also by those who practiced martial arts from the major martial arts schools that still exist today. "Brother-in-law, were you the reincarnation of Wu Song in your previous life?" Zhou Yidian said hesitantly. Chen Siyao's mind was no longer on whether lion meat tasted good or not. She excitedly rushed to Zhao Yulin's side, bent down to look at the dead lion, and then put her pretty face close to Zhao Yulin's ear: "Remember you still owe me something? I've made up your mind. You will teach me martial arts starting today." When Zhou Caifeng and her brother moved into Zhuxiyuan Villa, Zhao Yulin asked Chen Siyao and Chen Meiyi to lobby Sun Leling. Chen Meiyi did not put forward any additional conditions, but Chen Siyao did, and it was the kind that could not be refused. Zhao Yulin nodded with numb pupils. ... ... The grassland was green and full of vitality, as if it was spring. It looks good, but it brings a problem. It is difficult to find flammable firewood such as dead branches or rotten grass. "This is the territory of the lion group. The smell has not yet dissipated. Other beasts dare not act rashly. I will go to find some dry firewood. You wait here for me and don't move." Zhao Yulin left after a few instructions. The grassland is closer to Tibet, and there are dead trees all year round. Dry firewood is not difficult to find there. Picnic is very romantic. Roasting lions in the grassland full of ferocious beasts is especially cool. It is expected that the meat meal at noon today will make the four boys and girls who have lived in the city for a long time remember it for a long time. There is a premise that they must be able to save food and lives from the mouths of the surrounding beasts in an environment where the smell of meat is wafting far away. Zhao Yulin quickly ran to the western edge of the grassland, quickly collected a bundle of dry firewood, and returned to the thatched house. He took out the Hanlin knife that Qiu Baima used to dissect animals, filled a large bucket of water from the Mirror Lake, and carried it back to the heart of the grassland. Sun Leling and the others were a little bored waiting, watching the pre-downloaded TV series on their mobile phones. They were safe. With Hualong Valley as the center, the vast area including this grassland was monitored by Qiu Baima's Qimen Dunjia technique. Any disturbance would alarm Baima Laodao, who was unknown at the time, so Zhao Yulin did not worry about it. Of course, there is another possibility that there is a master who can create a magic Dunjia technique that can be comparable to Qiu Baima and crack the needle method of this small world. But this probability may still exist 20 years ago. Today, there are not many new generation people who learn Dunjia magic, and naturally only one in ten can catch up with Qiu Baima. After all, the masters of the time are old and dead. They are not like Qiu Baima who has Changchun Gong to prolong his life. Even if an old and strong master comes in person, it is not easy to break the Dunjia formation that Qiu Baima has maintained for decades. It can be said that the Taoist Baima can achieve invincibility in a special sense in Hualong Valley, and Old Man Feng can't attack it even if he wants to. And if there are airplanes and cannons, that is naturally another matter, but who dares to drive a tank armored vehicle and run rampant on the land of China? "Let me help you." Zhou Caifeng walked over and squatted down beside Zhao Yulin. Zhao Yulin was cutting the belly of a dead lion with a knife. The scene was bloody and disgusting, so he stretched out his other hand to cover his girlfriend's eyes in time: "I have done barbecue many times, I am very skilled, you can go watch TV with everyone, after the cut is finished and washed, I will chop it into pieces, and you can come over and grill your own." "Okay." Zhou Caifeng turned around obediently and returned to the ranks of watching TV dramas lightly, leaving a spring breeze for the Sixth Soldier King. ... ... Stayed in Hualong Valley for a week, hunting in the warm sun during the day, and going to bed early at night. The work and rest schedule was very regular, and the diet was all mountain delicacies. Zhao Yulin found that the girls seemed to have added some fleshiness to their faces, which made them look more watery. On the last night, a snow from midsummer fell in Hualong Valley. Everyone got up early in the morning. The Jinghu Lake, which did not freeze even at several degrees below zero, was covered with snow. The entire valley looked like a vast expanse of white snow. There was finally no trace of a lake in the valley. "So beautiful!" The moment the door was opened, the vast expanse of silver was everywhere. Sun Leling covered her lips with her little hands, her bright eyes filled with shock and astonishment. Although she is a genuine northerner and has seen snow every year since she was a child, it is probably the first time in her life that she has seen the vast expanse of mountains in such a barren place. Zhou Caifeng also had the same joyful expression on her pretty face, but it was a little lighter. Zhao Yulin only felt novel and did not have much feeling. Looking at Zhou Yidian who was yawning beside him, he felt the same.

It may be true that girls are more emotional than boys, and emotional people tend to be sentimental, so it is normal for them to be moved by the scenery.

Chen Siyao was not a girl in the ordinary sense. She had a strange way of thinking. Looking at the frost and snow outside the door, she sighed, "Snow in June, what a great injustice!!"

Qiu Baima stared at the thin girl's back. He seemed to be very proud of what he saw. He explained with a smile, "There are many strange phenomena in the valley, which are like two different worlds from the outside of the valley. Snow in June is not strange. The plum yellow snow at the beginning of December and the pink snow at the end of January are the most wonderful. If you have free time during the New Year, you can come to Hualong Valley to see it."

Zhao Yulin had already gotten used to his uncle's unreasonable politeness. He was not surprised. After a few words, the old Taoist Baima turned back to the bed, took out two crumpled hundred-dollar bills from under the mattress and handed them to him.

"Go out and buy some decent breakfast. You are leaving today, so I should treat you to a normal meal, just as a snack."

Zhao Yulin took the banknote and put it in his pocket. He didn't say anything polite, nor did he say that he would pay for it, because the meal was mainly for Chen Siyao, and there was no reason to let others pay for it.

But he thought. Qiu Baima was too good to Chen Siyao. What kind of relationship was hidden between the two of them was more intriguing.

The breakfast in the town outside the valley was very simple, mostly just the Han people's steamed buns, steamed bread, white rice porridge, or oil tea and glutinous rice cakes. There was no high-end stuff to be found.

Zhao Yulin bought two bags of meat buns and white porridge, picked up a few fried dough sticks, and visited the three small shops in the town, carefully selecting some snacks that girls like to eat. At least he spent the two hundred yuan, and finally lived up to his trust.

The Taoist priest Baima lived with the green mountains and trees every day, and had not left the valley for decades. He had no idea where the new version of the banknotes came from. When Zhao Yulin returned to Hualong Valley, everyone had moved the table and stool from the thatched house to the side of Jinghu Lake. Sun Leling saw the military jeep from a distance and called out impatiently, like a little sparrow crying for food, without any reserve of a rich and prestigious family.

Zhao Yulin got out of the car and walked to the lakeside, carrying breakfast and two big bags of snacks that could serve as breakfast. He wondered, "The stove in the house is burning well, don't you feel cold running outside?"

Sun Leling leaned on his arm, their bodies close together, and whispered, "Si Yao seems reluctant to leave. She's in a bad mood. She insists on eating and fishing at the same time. Be more accommodating."

Zhao Yulin looked towards the shore and saw a few bamboo fishing rods next to the small table. He nodded thoughtfully.

The food was placed on the table. Zhou Yidian took the lead in the fight. He picked up a meat bun and started to bite it, as if he hadn't eaten for several days. He complained while chewing: "Brother-in-law, if you come back later, you won't have a brother-in-law

anymore. I'm almost going crazy with hunger, you know?" Zhao Yulin patted his head lightly and scolded with a smile: "It's better to be gone. I'm almost hallucinating because of your noise all day long."

"Brother-in-law, I'm very sad when you say that."

Zhou Yidian looked like a resentful young lady, but there was no sadness on her face, only butter flowing out of the beef bun in her mouth.

Zhao Yulin was absent-minded, his eyes fell on two figures near the lake, one with a lonely outline and a beautiful and bright face.

One was an old Taoist priest who lived in seclusion, and the other was a fierce and powerful female police officer.

As a foodie, Chen Siyao was a little strange today because she didn't eat the steamed buns when it was time to eat.

Qiu Baima, as usual, was always unpredictable in his mood. He sat on a low stool and looked at the Toad Dry Smoke. Just like the water of the Mirror Lake buried by snow, it was hard to tell the depth.

"Why hasn't the fish been caught yet?"

Chen Siyao seemed a little impatient with waiting. Her tone was melancholy and sad, but it was unpleasant.

"You have to be patient. It's best to fish when it's cold. The fish are also fresher and more delicious than at other times."

Qiu Baima was like an ordinary old man, teaching the little girl beside him.

At this time, the two of them, with their crane-like hair and black silk, looked like a pair of grandfather and grandson who were old and new, enjoying the family harmony and happiness.