The sunset hangs on the top of the mountain, and the canyon is dyed with a faint golden color against the setting sun.

In the kitchen, Xu Buling hung the newly caught fish on the window, which can be stored for some time in the cold winter. As long as you eat fish for about ten days, the problem of food will be solved.

I have found a fish nest today, and I guess I can catch a lot of fish tomorrow. The dry food I carry can only fill my stomach. Xu Buling still took a fish, took out firewood and a small stool from the kitchen, piled it up near the melon rack in the yard, and baked it on the fire with wooden sticks. Then I sat in front of me, held a piece of log, and cut it carefully with a sword. With Xu Buling's martial arts, it would be easy to cut a bowl.

The burning bonfire made a slight sound of "slap", echoing the loom in the house. The smell of grilled fish quickly dissipated, and the puppy in the house should have smelled it, pulling the wooden door behind the door, making a 'whimper~' scream.

As the sky got darker, the light in the room might have been too dark and the loom stopped.

After a moment of quiet in the main room, the door opened, and the black dog rushed out and ran to the bonfire. At this time, he was not afraid of Xu Buling, and he stared at the grilled fish and drooled. Obviously, the food he usually eats is not very good.

Xu Buling thought for a while and turned his head to the main house: "Girl, are you hungry? I can catch more fish tomorrow. I lit the fire and roast two more."

The little village girl stood inside the door, looked at it for a few glances, and walked out slowly:

"I bake it myself, and I'll eat one with it."

As he said that, he walked into the kitchen, took off a fish, wore it with a wooden stick, walked to the opposite side of the fire, and grilled it carefully with the wooden stick in both hands.

Xu Buling cut the wood and looked up at it. He felt that it was a bit strange to stand so stupidly, so he dragged the lounge chair under the melon rack:

"Sit and bake."

The little village girl did not refuse. She walked to the recliner, turned the recliner halfway around, facing Xu Buling, and then lay on it, stretched out a wooden stick to grill the fish, and swayed leisurely.

Xu Buling shook his head and smiled when he saw this. He always looked at people with accurate eyes. He had traces of behavior and thoughts. He could basically understand what kind of personality and temper he was. But this little village girl made him a little confused. He always felt like a mentally retarded, and he was abnormal in his words and actions, but when he thought about it carefully, there was no problem. Anyway, it was just weird.

The black dog squatted in the middle, and the two were silent for a moment.

Xu Buling thought for a while and spoke first:

"Girl, why do you live alone in this deep mountains and forests?"

The little village girl shook the lounge chair, her tone was not very polite: "I want to live here, so I live here."

"Uh... look at the oil, salt and utensils in the kitchen. You probably have lived here since you were a child, and your family has sent it to you, or do you go out and buy it yourself?"

"You talk so much, I don't like to talk."

“…”

Xu Buling nodded, sighed lightly, and shut up silently.

Soon, the red sun completely sank to the top of the mountain, the sky and the earth completely darkened, the sky was clear and snowy, the starry sea and a crescent moon hung on the sky.

Xu Buling looked up and realized that the beauty in the canyon was a little dreamy, so he secretly pinched himself, sure that he was not floating in the river and fainted, and had already entered the dying moment, and was in an illusion.

The little village girl was also looking at the starry sky. After a long time, she suddenly stretched out the grilled fish and pointed to a very bright star to the west:

"Hey, do you know what that star is called?"

Xu Buling looked up and looked at him: "There is Qiming in the east and the Chang Geng in the west, it should be the Chang Geng star."

The little village girl poked her eyes out from the side of the back of the chair, slightly surprised:

"You have read the Book of Songs?"

Xu Buling had already seen from his words and deeds that this small village girl was not a foolish woman in the countryside. It seemed that she had probably read a lot of books. He nodded: "The Four Books and Five Classics are compulsory courses, so I have naturally read them."

"Then you can write poetry?"

Xu Buling blinked and shook his head and chuckled: "I can't write poems, but I have memorized a lot."

The little village girl seemed to be very interested in these things. She turned the chair halfway, held the grilled fish in both hands, sat on her knees with her elbows, and looked at it carefully:

"What have you memorized? I see if you remember it wrong."

Xu Buling was a little funny, thought for a moment, and looked at the ten thousand peach trees that stretched out to the end of his vision outside the fence:

"Well... Taohua Temple in Taohuawu, Taohua Fairy under Taohua Temple..."

As soon as I read a few words, the little village girl frowned and shook the grilled fish:

"You are lying to me without this poem."

Xu Buling naturally knew that this poem was not available. He explained softly: "In the past two years, the talented man in Jiangnan has just written it, and it is popular all over the country and is very famous. It is normal for girls to not care about the outside world here, and it is not known to have heard of it."

The girl in the village is indeed different from a person's personality. She asked in the bottom line: "Who wrote it?"

"Uh... Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, a talented man from Wu County, Suzhou."

"You are lying, there is no such person in Suzhou."

Xu Buling naturally knew that there was no such person, and even if there were, he would have to be born hundreds of years later. It seems that this girl has not been careless of the world since she was a child and has a good understanding of the outside world. He had to continue to explain:

"It's normal for girls to become famous just now."

"Who is Tang Yin's father? Who is his teacher?"

“…”

This question obviously hindered Xu Buling. This world emphasizes respecting teachers and respecting Taoism. As long as you are a scholar, you will inevitably say "family teacher so-called". This is especially true for the respect for your teacher.

For others, just like in the world, I think a hero is very powerful. The first thing I ask is, "Who taught such a powerful apprentice?" Since he has memorized other people's poems, how could he not even know these things?

Xu Buling hesitated and said with a smile: "Tang Yin came from a poor family and became a self-taught person. He has never asked about his family."

The little village girl frowned slightly, obviously disbelieving it, and shook her head and said, "You like everyone outside, like to lie. Forget it, you can recite poems."

Xu Buling was a little helpless and continued, "...the peach blossom immortal planted peach trees, and picked peach blossoms and exchanged them for wine money..."

The stars are like the sea, and the fires are quiet at night.

Xu Buling cut the wooden bowl and recited the poem of peach blossoms calmly.

After hearing a few words, the little village girl supported her chin with her hands and placed her elbows on the armrest of the recliner, her eyes very seriously.

After reading a poem, Xu Buling smiled a little:

"how?"

"It's pretty good, why did you read this poem to me?"

"It's like a feeling when you touch the scene."

Xu Buling smiled, turned his head to look at the hundreds of saplings outside the fence, and asked:

"What do girls do for planting so many peach trees?"

The little village girl thought about it and said seriously: "Pick peach blossoms and exchange for wine money."??

Xu Buling looked at the deserted mountains and fields within a radius of dozens of miles:

"You don't go out, how can you change it?"

"It will bloom in February and March next year. Just pick it and change it. I'm not without long legs."

Xu Buling was speechless, feeling that he was not on the same channel as this little village girl, so he had to change his words and ask:

"What did the girl use to plant peach trees?"

The girl in the village still answered very simply: "The peach blossoms look good."

"All right……"

Xu Buling nodded.

The fish are gradually roasted and the fragrance is savory. Xu Bu Ling first, so it will be better. Now pull out the wooden stick inserted on the ground and hand it to the village girl:

"You eat first, I'll peel the bowl first."

The little village girl glanced at her, took out a handkerchief from her arms, wrapped a wooden stick, then turned her recliner over, turned her back to Xu Buling, and started eating grilled fish. The little black dog also lay in front of her.

Xu Buling cut the wooden bowl, maybe because the surroundings were too quiet, and he spoke again:

"There are many beautiful flowers in the world. This sea of ​​peach blossoms is only beautiful in early spring, and it is also ordinary at other times. I know that in a place, hundreds of flowers have been planted, and there are basically all kinds of flowers in the world. The scenery of the year is different. Now, it should be wintersweet, camellia, and Clivia that can’t be seen at first sight..."

The little village girl poked her eyes out from behind the chair, half-believing and half-doubting: "Is there such a place?"

Xu Buling smiled and said, "I definitely didn't lie to the girl this time. I was born there. I have lived there until I was seven or eight years old."
Chapter completed!