Chapter 474

Before the dragon head left, he quietly told Fang Yuan that he must be careful tonight.

Fang Yuan thought that someone would come from the North tonight. After all, it was not far from the north. It was the big river that the volunteers bravely crossed.

But when the night came and Fang Yuan sat down with the Taoist nuns, he wanted to understand that there could be no one from the North - if Longtou had known that there would be someone to stop him, he would certainly make corresponding arrangements and would never let them sleep in the wild.

If something really happens tonight, where will it come from?

Fang Yuan couldn't guess and didn't want to guess. He just stood up and walked out of the woods after he found that Taoist Yan four had not returned for a long time.

When he walked out more than ten meters, he vaguely heard Taoist yuan, who seemed to sigh gently.

Fang Yuan's footsteps hesitated, because he could hear the old Taoist's sigh with obvious helplessness, as if he didn't want to let him go out to find Taoist Yan four.

It seems that Taoist Liaoyuan didn't sleep, and she should know something, otherwise she wouldn't use this sigh to point the circle.

The unfathomable Taoist priest Liaoyuan, Taoist priest Yan Si, who has a mysterious sense of closeness with himself, the guide who hasn't appeared until now, and the dragon head allude to the possible danger tonight -- these people and things have aroused great interest in Fangyuan.

It was as if eight people were walking through the maze. Except for the surrounding area, everyone knew where the exit of the maze was, but no one told him. Instead, they accompanied him around the maze like headless flies.

Interesting, really interesting.

After a silent smile, Fang Yuan went on and walked out of the woods.

The woods are planted on the hillside and extend to the northwest at an angle of 45 degrees. The higher you go up, the higher the terrain. There are weeds everywhere, but there is no Yan four roads in the radius.

He was a little strange. After looking around for a few times and didn't find anyone, he quickened his pace and came to the top of the hill.

As soon as he stood at the top, the fresh night wind with a little chill rushed towards him from the northwest, with a cold moon like a hook, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

In the cold moonlight, according to the vision of the surrounding area, standing high, you can see far away and hear the sound of running water from far away.

Beyond the hillside where the trees are planted, there is a stream under the valley.

A figure was sitting on the stone of the stream, wearing a big hat on his head, facing the cold moon on his side, just like a sculpture.

This man is not Taoist Yan Si, who is he?

It seems that it would be rude for her to disturb others when she is thinking by the stream.

She left the woods so far to think about things that she didn't want to be disturbed.

So Fang Yuan hesitated and turned to the way.

However, just a few meters away, I heard a faint song coming. It was very light. The melody was filled with incomparable resentment, just like the "Midnight Song" bridge that often appears in ghost stories. People can't help but feel numb.

Fang Yuan seems to have heard this song: burn your heart with fire, let the fire burn me, burn my heart, sing the song of true love, ignore your body, let your infatuation put out the fire, live the song I really love in the Loess field, write my poems with deep love, so that you can know my heart for thousands of lives and generations, and your heart for thousands of years--

Burning heart like fire.

Yes, it's this song. It's the theme song in the movie "the love of the terracotta warriors in the ancient and modern wars". It's made by the famous music producer Huang Zhan. The melody is subtle and euphemistic. With infatuation that can't be buried for thousands of years, it's as decisive as turning a butterfly into a fire. It should come from another time and space.

Fang Yuan sat down, took off a straw stalk and held it in his mouth. He looked up at the cold moon and listened to the song that made his heartstrings tremble for no reason.

At the end of a song, the song starts again. It's still this song.

The fourth Taoist priest Yan seemed to have a special liking for this song. He sang it over and over three times before he stopped.

Fang Yuan stood up and went up the mountain. When he looked down again, he could see that Taoist Yan had taken off his hat and was in a daze facing the stream.

Fang Yuan walked down slowly.

He was afraid to let Taoist Yan misunderstand something, and he was even more afraid to scare her, so the footsteps were very heavy when he walked. He also deliberately stepped on several dead branches and made a clear sound in the quiet night.

The fourth Taoist priest Yan must know that he came down, but he didn't look back. He began to hum a song slowly again. It was still that song, but he didn't sing the lyrics.

Fang Yuan stopped a few meters from the side of Yan Sidao's long body and found that she was washing her feet -- that is, washing her feet: the cyan trouser legs were pulled up and on her knees. A pair of legs were even whiter than the cold moon in the sky and greasy. A pair of beautiful feet were exposed. They were half explored in the stream, but a circle of red cloth was wrapped around the wrist of her left foot.

In the middle of the night in the wilderness, although Yan Si is a Taoist and much older than the surrounding area, she is a beautiful woman after all. Moreover, her skin is smoother and more delicate than many girls in their twenties, and even carries some evil temptation that people can't help kissing their feet.

So Fang Yuan took only one look and quickly moved away his eyes.

"Why don't you rest?"

When Fang Yuan secretly pinched his leg with his fingers and scolded himself how he had that kind of animal like idea, Taoist Yan looked back and asked softly.

"You haven't been back for a long time. Cough and can't sleep. When you walk around, I hear you singing. I'll come and have a look. Didn't I disturb you?"

Fang Yuan took a breath and looked at Yan Si again. The instinctive unhealthy idea had disappeared, only sincere respect.

"Nothing. Even I can't sleep. I came to this place."

Yan Si shook his head and looked back at the stream. He didn't speak any more, but with a pair of beautiful feet, he gently kicked up the water, swinging and swinging. His action was very natural and elegant.

Fang Yuan stood there foolishly, at a loss. He didn't know whether to sit down or not.

He could feel that Yan Si had quite a good feeling for him -- not between young men and women, but the closeness of his mother, oh, no, when his sister took care of her little brother.

He really wanted to sit down, even if he didn't say anything. He would be satisfied as long as he accompanied Yan Si here to watch the moon and listen to the stream.

But he didn't dare.

Obviously, this is a wilderness. If he sits casually, even if he rolls on the ground with flowers, no one has the right to care about him -- but he just doesn't dare. It seems that as soon as he sits down, it is a blasphemy to the fourth Taoist priest Yan.

So after a few minutes, Fang Yuan smiled and said softly, "Taoist priest, I'll go back first... You and you go back early. After all, this is a wild place. I'm afraid of poisonous snakes."

"Yes."

Yan Si made a low um sound, but he stopped talking and didn't stop kicking the water.

Fang Yuan smiled again and turned to the top of the mountain.

After Fangyuan walked out of seven or eight meters, Yan Si suddenly said, "Fangyuan, you can't help going to that place?"

"No."

Fang Yuan stopped, turned and looked at Yan's four long back. He hesitated before answering in a low voice.

"That place is very dangerous. Once you go, you may never come back."

The fourth Taoist priest Yan looked back at him. His eyes were so bright in the moonlight, with the tenderness that blind people can see.

But Fang Yuan didn't dare to look at these eyes. He quickly looked up at Lengyue and said, "I know. But I have to go. If I don't go, I can't forgive myself for the rest of my life -- I don't want to live in guilt. "

"Do you love that girl very much?"

When the fourth Taoist priest Yan asked this sentence, she looked at the stream again. Her feet kicked the water a lot more, and the water splashed and fell on the green Taoist robe she took off on the grass on the bank.

After thinking for a while, Fang Yuan said, "there's no love, but I'm sure she really loves me."

After laughing, Fang Yuan said, "so even if I don't love her, I have to go. Because her love is mine. Strictly speaking, I would rather save my love than save her this time. "

Before that, Fang Yuan was most tired of those chirpy love. He felt that instead of talking about love, he might as well cut two kilograms of pig head meat and blow the wine with goats and donkeys.

But now when he said these words, he didn't feel even a little uncomfortable.

As if he should have said so.

Yes, his trip to the Northern Dynasty is not to save the shadow of water, but to save sister water's love for him.

That's his stuff. How can he leave it to those villains?

"Hehe, your words are very artistic conception. This may be the love of you humans and normal people."

The fourth Taoist priest Yan chuckled and began to kick the water again without talking.

Fang Yuan waited for a few minutes before whispering, "Taoist priest, I'll go back."

"What if I don't let you go?"

Taoist Yan asked suddenly.

"You won't let me go?"

Fang Yuan was stunned.

"I don't like you to go. I just hope you can be good and don't do any dangerous things in the future."

Yan Si kicked the water. Suddenly, the water splashed.

It seemed that as she said these words, her heart was suddenly confused.

"I, I --"

Fang Yuan doesn't know what to say.

"Well, whatever I say, you'll go, won't you?"

Yan Si sighed and lifted his left foot.

In the moonlight, the foot was more beautiful than that carved from white jade. It fell gently on the stone, but the other foot still stepped lightly on the water, but the action was much smaller.

After making sure that no matter what she said, Fang Yuan had to go to the Northern Dynasty, her heart returned to calm again.

"Yes, I must."

Fang Yuan whispered, looked at Yan four long, and untied the red cloth wrapped around his left foot wrist.

Many modern girls who love beauty wear foot chains.

Fangyuan also likes girls to wear this thing, and even thinks it makes men feel more beautiful than wearing a necklace.

But unexpectedly, the fourth Taoist priest Yan also wore such a thing -- two silver bells that were not much bigger than peanuts. They were strung together with a red rope. After untiing the wrapped cloth strip, the silver bell sent out a crisp silver bell.

Very light, but very clear and pleasant.

Yan Si untied the silver bell anklet and threw it around.

In the crisp sound of the bell, Yan Si's voice rang out: "here you are. Wear it on your ankle."

With a slap, Fang Yuan raised his hand to catch it, as if he had caught the fog all over his head.

He just appreciates girls wearing this thing, but he never thought that one day he would wear it in a big man's house -- if he really wore it, he would not laugh if he was known by goats, landlady and others?

"I, I..."

Fang Yuan was holding a silver bell and was unable to laugh or cry.

"This is my amulet."

Yan Siang raised his chin and looked at the square. His eyes twinkled and whispered, "you can't take it off unless I'm dead."