Jiaohua

Chapter 40
Bian Yuanfeng didn't sleep for a long time. After taking a nap, the first thing he did was get up and go up the mountain.

The servant followed behind him, panting from exhaustion: "Master, wait for me, don't be so fast!"

Bian Yuanfeng grasped the long grass on the side of the road, and took advantage of his strength to take a big step up, pulling the distance further.

The mountain wind became stronger, and a large black cloud floated over the horizon.

The little servant glanced at him and shouted, "Master, it might be raining!"

Bian Yuanfeng didn't turn his head back and continued to stride forward.

The little servant complained bitterly, took a breath, and caught up again.

The wild apricots on the mountain are in pieces, and the light and dark red and white are suitable.

The weeds on their way up the mountain were high, and occasionally petals floated, and they only looked at a few scattered pieces, and they did not make flower mud. For Bian Yuanfeng, it was really less interesting.

But there is definitely a lot more rhythm than driving at night, which is a beauty that he has never noticed.

Holding a pen and paper in his hand, he was dressed in a green shirt, strode forward, and finally pushed aside the most thorny bushes, and saw Yun Gao Qiuyuan when he came last night, and the world opened even wider.

"call……"

Bian Yuanfeng let out a long breath, exhausted.

"Young master," the little servant was still chasing after him, "Master."

"What are you arguing about!" Bian Yuanfeng shouted back with some energy this time.

Xia Zhaoyi was still sitting there, and when she heard the movement, she turned to look.

Bian Yuanfeng took a deep breath and said again, "Come up slowly first, I'll go over there."

"Young master!" The little servant shouted in alarm, "Don't walk around."

Bian Yuanfeng had already strode away.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and his blue shirt was blown upside down, and the bun had been messed up when he was climbing, and now it was completely broken.

The hairband fluttered far away, and the black hair fell on the shoulders, and then was lifted by the mountain wind and flew behind.

His hair was the same as Madam Bian, thick and dense, soft and smooth, and under such a strong wind, his hair was not frizzy.

He walked towards the source over there. There were many small lakes and rivers on the top of the mountain, and there was a high mountain in the distance. There should be a larger water storage lake there.

Xia Zhaoyi retracted her gaze and looked back at the mountains in front of her.

She recognized this person. The young boy on the first night was probably the Bian Yuanfeng that the servants and Lian Ping spoke of.

After a pause, she propped the trunk down, walked to the other side, and hid herself deeper in the cemetery.

After a long night of exhaustion, she had to rest, and she just heard him talking to someone over there. She didn't know how many people there were. It was always right to avoid it for the time being.

"Master."

The servant finally hurried and caught up with Bian Yuanfeng by the river.

Bian Yuanfeng sat on a square stone, with one leg spread on the higher stone, and looked up at the wooden railings and iron nails in the distance.

Under the night, it feels majestic and long, and now during the day, it extends directly to the foothills of the sky together with the waterway.

"I thought this was the source." Bian Yuanfeng said.

The little servant who just arrived was a little stunned: "Huh?"

"I really saw it," Bian Yuanfeng said again, "but I can't remember it."

"I want a lot of masters, let's go back and ask Mr. Su." The servant said weakly.

"Do you think he would know? Even if he did, would he tell?"

"Uh……"

Bian Yuanfeng snorted coldly, lowered his head, directly dipped the pen in the saliva from his mouth, and spread out the paper to prepare a drawing, but found that the paper in his hand had long been soaked by the dewdrops on the grass along the road, and it was bright green.

It hurts.

He frowned and became more irritable: "Go down and get me a stack!"

"what……"

The little servant made a very long and soft cry under the shock and fear.

"Are you a man or a woman!" Bian Yuanfeng stretched his foot and kicked, "Yin and yang are weird, if you don't go, you won't go, what a strange noise!"

The little servant was hurriedly dodging, but he was still kicked. He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and said a little aggrievedly: "Master, this road is not easy to walk. I will lose half my life when I come up. If I go down again, I will die here."

"Die here? Then you have to deserve it." Bian Yuanfeng said.

Those who died here were all the ancestors of his Bian family.

He looked at the wooden rod and iron nail in the distance, and then lowered his head to draw on the dirty paper.

After two strokes, Bian Yuanfeng raised his head and called, "Come here."

The little servant sighed, walked over, squatted down in front of him, and raised his back.

Bian Yuanfeng spread the paper on his back, which made it easier to draw.

　Begging for votes, begging for collections, begging in various ways, begging on your knees, begging on your knees, begging with five bodies on the ground...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)