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Yang Muyun's ears moved as he heard the sound of the wind.

He flipped the back of his hand to the back of his head and pushed it open. A wave of energy rushed toward him and he clenched his fist tightly.

He easily caught the object that was smashing towards him from behind.

Yang Muyun held the object in front of his eyes and looked at it. It was just a stone.

He turned his head and saw a little boy sticking his tongue out at him.

"Dog, what are you doing?" Xiao Hu looked at Yang Muyun and questioned him.

"Hmph, I said I'm not a dog." She spoke in a childish voice to Little Tiger.

"Little Tiger, he is." Yang Muyun threw the stone on the ground and asked Xiaohu about the little boy's identity.

Yang Muyun didn't blame the little boy. After all, he was still a child. If there was anything wrong, just be a bit more mischievous and let him be.

"Oh, he just came to our little village. He's called Nooblet."

"I already told you that my name is not Coyote, it's Tu Zheng." The little boy retorted.

"Slightly." Little Tiger mimics, sticking out his tongue at him.

Just then, a woman's voice called out, "Where are you?"

"Mom, I'm here." Tou shouted in the direction of the woman.

The woman slowly approached the sound. Not long later, the woman arrived at Yang Muyun's house.

When she saw Tu, she hugged him and said, "My good son, how can you run around?"

At this moment, Yang Muyun looked at the woman in front of him and saw that she was extraordinary.

This woman wore a green dress, her skin was fair and beautiful, her figure was graceful, autumn water was a god, jade was bone, and her red lips emitted an alluring luster.

His black hair was tied behind his head, and every step he took gave him an indescribable aura.

This person is definitely not simple, Yang Muyun thought.

Little Fu Village had never seen this person before, nor had they ever heard of anyone having this kind of relative. So, what was this person's purpose in coming to Little Fu Village?

Yang Muyun was always on guard against people, and since this matter was related to Little Fortune Village, he had to be even more careful.

"Aunt, do you know?" Xiao Hu pointed at Mu Yunji and started to complain, "That dog just used a stone to nearly injure big brother Mu Yun."

Yang Muyun quickly patted Little Tiger's head, "Kids don't know what to say, don't mind it, Madam."

"Huh?" When the woman heard Xiao Hu's words, she didn't pay attention to it and immediately apologized to Yang Muyun, "Young master, I'm really sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Yang Muyun replied, "Madam, may I presume to ask you, you … …"

Before the woman could say anything, Yang Muyun had already finished talking and quickly left.

Before he left, in order to express his apologies, he did not forget to bow.

There really was a problem, Yang Muyun secretly remembered it. The direction the woman had left in.

Xiao Hu looked at Yang Muyun in a daze and pulled him, "Big brother Mu Yun, are you alright?"

"Oh, nothing." Yang Muyun immediately replied.

"Then let's go look for him."

"Sister Qianqian." Little Tiger took Yang Muyun's hand and ran towards the west end of the village.

Little Fu Village wasn't very big. From the east side to the west side, it would take less than an hour.

Therefore, although Yang Muyun took a detour, he quickly arrived at the western end of the village.

At the west end of the village, there was a large apricot tree. Ancient trees reached into the sky, and its roots were crisscrossed.

Even the old people in the village didn't know when this tree was planted, they only knew that it was planted before they could remember.

The dense branches and leaves of the ancient trees opened up in the air like an umbrella.

At this moment, Yang Muyun was being pulled by Little Tiger. When they arrived, they saw more than ten children sitting under the tree with a girl in the middle.

The girl was wearing a long white dress. Her long hair that reached her waist was not tied up. Instead, it was gently draped behind her back.

Her skin was snow-white and her nose was pretty. A pair of intelligent eyes flickered with a light of intelligence, and a confident and gentle smile hung on her slightly baby fat face.

She seemed to be brimming with spirit energy, like a fairy that had just entered the mortal world.

Yang Muyun looked at this girl, and stood far away, not continuing to move forward.

"Hmm?" Xiao Hu was pulled to a stop. "Big Brother Mu Yun, let's go."

"Hush, listen." Yang Muyun did a silent action.

He only heard the girl leading a dozen of children reading a poem.

He picked a few rolls and put them in the basket. Sadly, I am carrying someone else.

And I, the horse, will do it. I will not be forever.

I, Ma Xuanhuang. I will not be wounded for ever.

It is enough for me, my horse. I'm done, what can the clouds do!

The girl's voice was like a oriole, coupled with the children's childish voices, she read the poem like it was a beautiful piece of music.

"Classic of Poetry, Zhou Nan Tuo Er." Yang Muyun murmured as he revealed the origin of the poem.

"What's that?" Little Tiger looked up at Yang Muyun and asked in puzzlement.

"The Book of Songs is a collection of poems by ancient saints. It is the first collection of poems in history, and this book is one of them." Yang Muyun gave Xiao Hu a simple introduction.

"A woman who was collecting rolls in the book [1] remembers her husband who was away on a long journey..." When Yang Muyun said this, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't help smiling bitterly.

After he finished reading the poem, the sound from the tree gradually died down.

"Come, let's go." Yang Muyun held Little Tiger's hand and slowly walked over.

At this time, the girl put away the book, and smiled.

When she turned around, she saw Yang Muyun walking towards her.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes, realizing that she wasn't dreaming, she immediately ran towards Yang Muyun.

The girl also hugged Yang Muyun tightly, "Brother, you're back … …"

"Mm, little girl, I'm back." Yang Muyun said.

This girl was Yang Muyun's sister, Yang Qianqian.

Yang Muyun pulled her close and pinched her face, "My little girl is still as beautiful as ever."

Yang Qianqian frowned and straightened out Yang Muyun's clothes, "My brother is a bit thinner now."

Just like that, the two of them stared at each other. In the shade of the tree, it was like a beautiful picture.

Only then did Yang Qianqian realize that the children's eyes were already on them.

She put down her hand, then pulled Yang Muyun's hand and said to Xiaohu, "Xiaohu, why didn't you come and learn poetry from everyone?"

Hearing Yang Qianqian's words, Xiaohu quickly ran towards the children under the tree, "I …. I'm not interested in any of this. "

Yang Muyun watched as Little Tiger ran away, then asked Yang Qianqian, "Little girl, what are these kids doing?"

"Oh, these children are all from my uncle and aunt's house in the village. Tomorrow is the rain and the village is going to hold a sacrificial ceremony. Everyone is going to prepare them, but no one cares about the children."

"I've already brought them all over. Teach them some poems and songs to improve their knowledge."

Yang Qianqian slowly explained as she saw Yang Muyun's question.

Yang Muyun thoughtfully nodded. Then, he held Yang Qianqian's hand and walked to the middle of the children.

"Elder sister taught everyone a poem, and brother taught everyone a poem too, okay?" Yang Muyun said with a smile.

At this moment, his smile was exceptionally brilliant, giving off a feeling of gentleness and warmth.

"Sure." The children said in unison.