Chapter 265

Shen Yue is an eye opener.

In the past, he was always conceited of the well-informed people. Even the oldest tribe in Africa had been there twice.

Now it seems that he is a frog in the well.

There are no good people or hotels in Qingling county.

Anyone who dares to open a hotel will be regarded as the enemy if he cuts off the wealth of the people in the county.

In particular, there is a very unique custom in Qingling county. There is no such thing as marriage.

Qingling people's way of inheriting their families is similar to Dali's moon skipping and Mongolian customs. When the girls see the man they like on the street, they will take him home. After a lot of confusion, they will be married secretly and give birth to a child ten months later.

Women can't figure out who the father is.

After the child is born, women go out to work to support their families, while men take care of their children at home, do laundry and cook.

Although it's closed here, they also believe in the golden rule that "foreign monks can recite scriptures". Those women who want to have children especially like foreign men.

This mentality can be regarded as optimizing the genes of the local people. In addition, the environment is pollution-free. Beautiful women and handsome men with good mountains and good water are taken for granted.

It is this special folk custom that has attracted some "planters". They are willing to be slaughtered by female drivers and want to come here to show their strong style.

Shen Yue's appearance was regarded as a seeder by Qingling people.

Because this guy is pretty and attractive. Those people who have women of the right age in their family immediately lock him up and turn their minds. How can they beat some competitors and take him home to eat, drink and serve him so as to leave excellent offspring.

In order to deal with some competitors, everyone is as fierce as they are. Every sweat pore is releasing a strong domineering spirit: "this little white face belongs to my daughter. If anyone dares to compete with me, I'll waste his whole family!"

In order not to cause large-scale fighting, Shen Yue resolutely jumped on a Xia's motorcycle and hugged her waist: "go, go to your house."

A Xia giggled, suddenly turned the throttle, the exhaust pipe roared, the tires quickly rubbed against the road, the handlebars lifted, the front wheels flew up and rushed out.

When he saw that his favorite little white face had been taken away, there were many people who stamped their feet, denounced female drivers, swore to earn more money and must buy Motorcycles.

But there was no fighting, which let Mr. Shen down.

Qingling village is located in the southeast of Qingling County, covering an area of three hills.

The road up the mountain is even worse than that in the county. It's only two meters wide at most. From time to time, poisonous snakes of various colors pass by. The shepherd, who is roaring the sheep, lashes the ground with a whip to remind them to get out of the way.

There are two kinds of wild things that Qingling people don't kill.

One is fox.

One is the snake.

Fox is the totem of Qingling people.

Snake is the favorite food of totem.

If Qingling people kill snakes, what do their ancestors eat?

Compared with Qingling County, Shen Yue feels that Qingling village is more suitable to be a county.

Although there are mainly bamboo buildings and stone houses here, at least they are well planned and orderly. The streets are not wide, but they are very clean. There is no need to worry about stepping on cow dung.

When motorcycles roar across the street, a Xia greets the villagers warmly from time to time.

The villagers will basically ask a question: "is this kid in the back the most beautiful girl in Qingling village? Ha ha, little princess Qingling, we have finally found the man we like. "

Every time people ask, ah Xia will blush, eyes bright, pursed and smile, not admit, of course not deny.

Shen Yue has a sense of humiliation that she was robbed by a Xia to be his wife.

But also believe a Xia, said she had never been touched by a man before.

As for people calling her Qingling little princess, Shen Yue can automatically compensate her father, most likely the head of Qingling village.

In many ethnic villages, the patriarch is the local emperor, the son is called the prince, and the daughter is the princess.

It's no surprise.

All the way past, the deepest impression left to Shen Yue is that foxes are everywhere.

Not a real fox.

The people of Qingling village have no courage to raise totems.

All the foxes Shen Yue saw were cut out of various kinds of paper, pasted on the windows, or tied with bamboo strips, then pasted with paper and put at the door to ward off evil spirits.

"The front is the real Qingling mountain."

When Shen Yue studied all kinds of foxes and suspected that she was in the fox's den, a Xia suddenly stopped her motorcycle and said, "hold me tight."

Shen Yue looked up at me and wiped it. He was startled.

Not to mention, the shape of the mountain is like a fox lying on the ground. Its mouth and ears are lifelike.

The shape of the mountain is like a fox, which is not enough to make Shen Yue afraid.

The problem is that between the top of this mountain and that one, there is a valley about 500 meters long.

Up and down the slope, almost 40 degrees, the key is that the road is very narrow, at most about a meter, a twist, a careless, can hit the roadside Boulder, to a thousand peach blossom.

If Shen Yue is allowed to ride a bike, the steeper the slope is, he will regard it as leisurely.

The problem is that he is riding a car, and the cyclist is a Xia.

This little girl's heart is rippling and her hands are shaking. Isn't brother Yue going to return to bliss?

Shen Yuegang wanted to say that he would ride a bike, or he would walk. However, a Xia roared down the accelerator, and the motorcycle roared down.

"Sister, I'm still young. I'm still a virgin today. Please don't tell me here!"

Amidst Shen Yue's strange cry, ah Xia quickly rushed down the valley and began to climb.

Shen Yue was so scared that he couldn't help jumping.

But he finally came to Qingling mountain alive. As soon as the motorcycle stopped, Shen Yue, sweating, jumped down, raised his hand and patted his heart. He swore that he would never take a Xia's motorcycle again. He was almost scared to death.

Compared with the two hilltops in the stockade, there are obviously fewer residents here, which is the appearance of more than a dozen buildings.

The street is wider, about three meters.

The key is that the roads are paved with blue and black stones, which are very flat, just like the Suzhou and Hangzhou alleys in the mainland, which are cleaner.

Because the east side of Qingling is the sea, the climate here is a little humid, and the roadside where few people walk is covered with moss.

An old hen, leading a group of fluffy chickens, looked this way behind the bamboo building, and then retracted her head.

Two yellow dogs, happily chasing, ran past Shen Yue's feet.

There is an old woman wearing a blue embroidered scarf. From the window on the second floor of the bamboo building, she smiles and nods to ah Xia.

It's about 9 a.m., and the bamboo building is surrounded by light fog.

And the biggest difference between the two mountains, especially in Qingling County, is that it's very quiet here.

It is clear that there are the cackle of old hens, the low barking of small local dogs, and the chirping of unknown birds. These lively beings, however, are like embellishments to set off the tranquility.

There was no voice.

Time is here, just like those mists, flowing slowly with the wind. Nothing else can speed up the rhythm, making Shen Yue feel impetuous and gradually calm down.

Picking chrysanthemums under the East fence, leisurely see Nanshan.

When Shen Yue thought of Tao Yuanming's poem, a Xia stood on tiptoe, her soft lips almost touched his ears: "do you want to live here forever?"

Without thinking about it, Shen Yue nodded and replied, "yes."

All the people who live here all the year round must be birthday people.

"Come on."

A Xia is very satisfied with Shen Yue's answer. She smiles sweetly, takes his hand, and walks to the easternmost bamboo building.

All of a sudden, a melodious flute came from there.

White fox.

The song is Shen Yue's favorite old song. With a slight movement of his ears, he subconsciously sings in his heart: "I am a fox who has been practicing for thousands of years. I have been practicing for thousands of years and I am lonely for thousands of years. In the dead of night, can someone hear me crying. In the dim light, can I be seen dancing "

Shouldn't Shen Yue's favorite song to hum be "big sedan chair" or "mouth doodle"?

The rhythm is cheerful, catchy, and has a certain ruffian nature.

In fact, when he first heard the song "white fox", he was fascinated by its graceful and sad melody.

However, as one of the "seven kinds of weapons" of Chinese special elite, Longteng's close disciple in January, the owner of No.1 disabled spirit black thorn, has gone through too much bloodbath, amputated limbs and body. If you play "white fox" in public, it will make people feel disgusted.

But he just likes this song.

Shen Yue was stunned when he sang a few words in his heart.

It seems that he hasn't hummed or heard this song for a long time.

But now in Qingling village, a paradise in the world, when he hears the flute playing, he subconsciously sings in his heart, but suddenly there are more pictures in front of him.

In the higher and farther mist of Qingling mountain, there is a girl with white clothes like snow, beautiful hair like silk and slim figure. With the soothing melody of white fox, her clothes are floating and dancing.

The girl's slender waist, like the willow branches blown by the wind, slowly twisted and turned her head.

Then Shen Yue saw a face.

He dares to use his head to guarantee that only this pure little face can be worthy of the melody, that white clothes, the dreamlike immortal realm show Xiaobai.

The pure girl dancing in the light white fog will be Zhan Xiaobai.

It doesn't seem to be.

Because Zhan Xiaobai has no tail.

The wind blows up the white gauze robe, revealing a fluffy pure white fox tail which is divided into nine tails like a tree branch.

Nine Tailed Fox.

Zhan Xiaobai is just a middle-aged girl spoiled by old Zhan. How can she appear here like a Nine Tailed Fox.

But her face, figure, and really show white no doubt.

The girl with pure appearance suddenly has a white fox tail, which makes people think that she is evil, weird and cold in her heart.

But what Shen Yue sees now is that Zhan Xiaobai is so perfect.

Her white fox tail, not only did not make her look very scary, but also gave her a refined spirit.

As if, with a fox tail, Zhan Xiaobai is the real Zhan Xiaobai.

"Here you are."

When Zhan Xiaobai turns around and sees Shen Yue, he chuckles and his eyes flow. He is no longer familiar with the domineering.

Yes, it's just tender.

"Here I am."

Shen Yue murmured: "you, how can you be here?"

Zhan Xiaobai stopped, the sleeves of his robe fell like white clouds, and answered softly, "I was here."

"You are here?"

Shen Yue was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand why she was here. He asked, "well, why did you grow fox tail?"

"I've always had foxtail."

"Why didn't I see it before?"

"You see it now."

Zhan Xiaobai began to smile, thinking about the snow-white toes, walked slowly, and the ethereal voice came with a strong bewitching: "do you want to touch it?"

Think about it

When Shen Yuegang was about to say this word, he felt a sharp pain under his left rib.