As the night grew darker, the carriage entered Qingcheng Mountain along a path.
Half a car of apricot flower wine, and a few tiger skins that Xu Fengnian personally stuffed into the car when seeing him off. They could be exchanged for a house in Lingzhou City, and a few people would not have to sleep in the open.
Naturally, this tiger skin was not a kind gift. When Xu Fengnian saw him off, he patted his chest and said solemnly, "Brothers will settle the accounts." Then he picked up a large pen made of fine rabbit fur and waved it fiercely. I went to the two pages of accounts recorded in the notebook.
Qingniao tidied up the deserted temple, laid out the wool blanket, and put tiger skin on the wool blanket. Jingzhou glanced at the busy Qingniao and said softly: "It's cold and cold in the mountains. You and the white fox will sleep here at night."
The white fox nodded.
Qingniao asked in confusion: "Where is the young master?"
Jing Zhou took out a rope from the carriage and said with a smile, "I'll sleep on it."
The next moment, the soft rope was like a big gun in Jingzhou's hand, suddenly shooting into the walls on both sides.
The blue bird had a strange look on his face and thought to himself: "How can someone sleep with this rope?"
Jingzhou jumped up and lay down on the rope. He rested his hands on his back and closed his eyes. "This can be considered a skill. There once was a Tomb Sect who was good at light kung fu. This ability of sleeping on the rope is... That's what I learned from the Ancient Tomb Sect. If you want to sleep on a rope, you have to use your internal strength to balance yourself. When I first learned martial arts, I was weak in martial arts. This method can help people train their internal strength while sleeping. Control is especially suitable for people with unstable foundations. Later, when the skill becomes high, this little trick will be of little use in daily life. Just when you are out and about, this skill becomes extremely valuable. At least you don't have to worry about where to sleep. "
As he spoke, Jing Zhou turned over. Qing Niao was secretly surprised and thought to himself: "No wonder the master is so young, his kung fu has reached a level unimaginable by ordinary people. Although there are many people who practice Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter, But how many people in the world don’t even miss sleeping to practice?”
There was no pretense on Bai Hu'er's face. He took off the two knives from his waist and sat on the tiger skin with a book in his hand.
Seeing that Qingniao was still hesitating, Jingzhou turned over from the rope and said, "You have to worry about everything along the way. I am also tired. Sit down and have a good rest. I will go out to catch some game."
After Jingzhou went out, Qingniao did not sit down and rest like a white fox. Instead, he went out to collect some firewood and started a fire in the temple. She hugged her knees, and the orange flames illuminated her complicated face, which was flushed. Her eyes were looking at a towering mountain peak in the distance. Facing the dim moonlight, she could vaguely see the outline that seemed to be inserted into the sky. .
The "Six Yang Palms of Tianshan Mountain" in Bai Huer's face was put aside at some point. She picked up Xiudong in one hand and walked out. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and suddenly slashed out with a knife. Then, there were continuous shadows of the knife, dozens of knifes. Complete it in one go, leaving no gaps.
The blue bird raised its head and looked at the white shadow outside. The shadow of the knife was like a crescent moon, cutting out a mysterious half arc, like an antelope hanging its horns. The knife came out with one knife, and the other knife came again. The blade was as clear as snow, and the knife was majestic. The sword is extremely swift and powerful.
Suddenly the blade paused, and the flowing sword technique was a little jerky, but the aura on the white figure became more and more intense. In the eyes of the blue bird, it seemed that everything had disappeared, leaving only a breathtaking sword.
"choke!"
The embroidered winter has returned to its sheath, and the white fox is sitting on the tiger skin again, holding the book in trance.
Qingniao is not surprised by the look on Bai Hu'er's face. This person is three points prettier than the woman. Ever since he entered Beiliang Prince's Mansion, he has never left his book. If one day she runs out of books in her hands, Qingniao will feel weird.
"I don't know what kind of strength her enemy is that makes her so desperate." Looking at a pile of fire, Qingniao was in a daze.
"Tonight you are in for a treat. As soon as you went out, you met two ginkgo chickens. This is a specialty of Qingcheng Mountain. It grows by pecking at the ginkgo fruits, and the meat is three times more fragrant than wild muntjac." Laughter came from far away, and the blue birds got up from the ground. Looking outside, not long after, Jingzhou slowly walked in from outside, carrying two pheasants in one hand and a bundle of lotus leaves in the other.
"Young Master, did you return to the lake we passed at the foot of the mountain before you came here?" Qingniao caught a glimpse of the lotus leaf in Jingzhou's hand, which still had dewdrops hanging on it. It was obvious that it had just been picked not long ago. It's just that the lake at the foot of the mountain is some distance away from the ruined temple, and the young master's visit only lasts for her to add a few pieces of firewood.
Jingzhou said: "Now that you have encountered this ginkgo chicken, you can't waste it. It must be roasted with lotus leaves to get the flavor. Fortunately, the lake is not far away, otherwise you will have to wait for a while."
Qingniao stepped forward and reached out to take two ginkgo chickens from Jingzhou's hands. He wanted to pluck the feathers and clean them, but Jingzhou stopped him. He smiled and said: "Let's eat differently today and call them beggar's chickens. You two are thin." , it’s far behind Yu Youwei, it needs to be replenished.”
Qingniao's cheeks were slightly red, and he couldn't figure out why a master's son, like His Royal Highness, always said some embarrassing things. What's more, no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't catch up with Yu Youwei. Even Hongshu, whom she had never dealt with, was always favored by the prince because of her plump body. Wasn't it a big difference to Yu Youwei?
The white fox put the book away with a rare face, and spat in a low voice: "Ivory cannot come out of a dog's mouth."
Jingzhou laughed, took out a knife from the carriage, cut open the bellies of two ginkgo chickens, cleaned the internal organs, then picked up two jars of apricot flower wine and rinsed the chicken bellies twice. When there was no trace of blood inside the chicken bellies, Then he stopped. If Lao Huang saw this scene, he would definitely change his silly smile, jump up and curse him as a prodigal. This jar can be exchanged for one piece of silver wine, and that's it.
The chicken is not plucked, but lotus leaves are stuffed inside, and a layer of mud is applied on the outside. It is roasted on the fire. After a while, the sweet smell comes out of the mud.
Bai Huer's face dropped and he said, "So it turns out that chicken can be roasted like this. Why didn't I see you roasting chicken before when I was on the road?"
Jingzhou took the dark chicken roasted outside from the fire, put it on the ground and tapped it gently. The mud on the outside broke into pieces, and the chicken feathers fell off with the mud, making the chicken smell even sweeter. Wrapped in lotus leaves, Jingzhou tore the chicken into three parts, leaving one piece behind. The remaining two parts were given to Bai Huerlian and Qingniao, and then he said: "Didn't there be a beggar Huaxu before? Although the roast was black Huhu, but still edible."
After casually eating two mouthfuls, Jingzhou turned over the rope with a jar of wine in his arms, and said softly: "You two should rest early after eating. After we have passed Qingcheng Mountain, we have to go to Qingzhou again, and then we will change our way to the East China Sea. It’s not a short journey.”
The white fox-faced boy ate quite boldly, taking a mouthful of meat and a mouthful of wine. Just looking at his back, he thought he was some handsome man with a square face, a big nose and a wide mouth, so he almost slapped the table and shouted, "The wine is served, kid!"
The blue bird took small bites and chewed slowly, but it did not eat slowly.
"You just said that there are strange beasts in Qingcheng Mountain, and they are very powerful?" If it were in the past, Bai Huerlian would not have said a word, but someone once said that drinking must be accompanied by stories, and she didn't There is no story to tell, so I can only mention what Jingzhou said before. Besides, she was also curious about what kind of beast it was that would ask this person to travel far away.
The blue bird raised its head, also looking forward to it.
Jing Zhou closed his eyes and said, "This strange beast is called Hu Kui. It has six legs, is huge in size, and extremely ferocious. It can survive water like a dragon. It can dominate the mountains and become king. Its strength is comparable to that of a first-class master. This Qingcheng King Wu Big cowhide, shouting slogans loudly, but in front of Hu Kui, he is nothing! Even his "master", the wife who came from the Wu Family Sword Tomb, can't do anything to Hu Kui."
"It's just that the Lord of Heaven, this tiger Kui has taken over all the creation of heaven and earth. Although there are both male and female, they are often unable to give birth and live alone for five hundred years to die. Moreover, this beast has psychic powers, and its past whereabouts are obscure. Even if you want to find it, you can't find it. Found it. However, this tiger Kui in Qingcheng Mountain was already pregnant by chance, so he came out of Qingcheng Mountain from a deserted place to look for food. It’s just that this strange beast’s life is in danger. If I don’t take action, when it’s time to give birth, This is the time for its death. Such foreign objects that are favored by heaven and earth are often blessed with good fortune. Wouldn't it be a pity to die?"
In addition to this Hu Kui, Jingzhou remembered that there was also a thousand-year-old giant salamander in the Wubotan in Longhu Mountain. After practicing for thousands of years, the giant salamander can become a dragon, and after cultivating for thousands of years, it can transform into a dragon. It is a spiritual creature and can nourish the lotus with spiritual energy. This kind of spiritual creature, no matter what, you have to wait for him to recover from his injuries before catching him from the pit. The dragon salamanders are raised in Longhu Mountain, and they are raised even if they are thrown into ginger mud. Moreover, they are so kind that they even leave food for the mice. If they are bitten by mosquitoes, they are reluctant to fight the mosquitoes. They just wrap the quilt more tightly. The skill of the Jiao Salamander is not necessarily any worse than that of the Longhu Mountain herd.
Longhushan made a good plan and took refuge in the Liyang royal family, taking advantage of the situation to suppress other factions, making one family the dominant one. If Xichu wants to regain its kingdom, Longhu Mountain must be an insurmountable hurdle. But without the dragon that can nourish the lotus of luck, let’s see how Longhu Mountain can suppress Wudang Mountain.
Bai Huer's face chuckled: "This is the 'fellow Taoist' you once said, is this thing destined to me?"
Qingniao said "Ah" in surprise, and then thought carefully about the sentence "This thing is destined to me". It seems that there is some truth in it. Don't scholars most admire "courtesy first, then war"? I don’t know which scholar this sentence came from.
Jing Zhou smiled awkwardly: "Drink, drink."
The air became quiet, leaving only the sound of Bai Hu'er's face drinking "gudugudu".
Jingzhou opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Qingniao. The half of the chicken in her hand was almost finished. He guessed what the girl was thinking. He said softly: "There is no need to eat this meal so fast. Anyway, there is nothing left or right." Well, are you still thinking about going out to watch the night after eating? The little thieves here were just cleaned up by me before going out, and they are probably still lying on the ground squeaking at this time."
Qingniao was stunned for a moment when his thoughts were revealed, and then he softly said "Yeah".
The next day, the blue bird had a pair of big dark circles under his eyes. She stayed up all night. Although the young master said there was no need to keep vigil, as a maid, Qingniao always remembered her identity.
"Okay, you go and take a nap in the carriage. Otherwise, I won't trust you to drive the carriage if you behave like this." Jingzhou pushed the haggard but stubborn-looking Qingniao into the carriage, and sat in front with his legs crossed, not driving the horse. , let this old horse go on its own. The morning air in the mountains is the most refreshing. After taking a deep breath, I feel relaxed and happy. Then I take a piece of dogtail grass in my mouth and two words: comfortable!
As the old horse walked along the road, there was a noise in the dense forest. After a while, several hungry-looking people rushed out from the dense forest and stopped in front of the car. There were more than ten people in ragged clothes, wearing straw sandals, with disheveled hair, and holding wooden sticks in their hands. They were quite similar to when Xu Fengnian was wandering.
Bai Hu'er couldn't help but glance forward. After all, it was rare for a thief who didn't even have any decent weapons.
Qingniao opened the roller blind and was about to get out of the car to pick up the gun, but was pushed back by Jing Zhou.
This girl is good at everything, but it's a pity that she doesn't know how to love herself. She is a pitiable person.
"What, you heroes are going to rob?" Jing Zhou said cheerfully.
"Uncle Li, what should we do? Have you encountered a troublesome idea? This young man is not afraid of us. Do you want to hold on to the wind?" A young man covered in dirt stepped forward and asked in a low voice. After all, he had encountered this kind of thing in the past. The lonely nobleman, the young lady and his wife, who was not frightened by them to the point of crying for father and mother? He thought his voice was low, but whether it fell in Bai Huer's face's ears or Jing Zhou's, it was extremely clear.
The man named Uncle Li thought about it seriously and shook his head. After all, they are also a group of quite prestigious among the dozens of bandits in Qingcheng Mountain. The boss, Lao Mengtou, is the earliest mountain king. The seventh wife of the county magistrate has been snatched away. Now if they don't gather some wool from a fat sheep, what do these old people on the mountain have to eat?
He glanced at the man in white covering his face with a thick book in the carriage, and secretly admired him. People who are still in the mood to read at this moment are called that. They are probably brave readers. I heard from the older generation that hundreds of years ago, people who really read books to the core are not those who just read books now. Those who know how to shout can also compare with him. When he opens his mouth, he can make the heaven and earth eclipse. But he admired him, he had to eat after all, so he pretended to be a vicious thief and said sternly: "We also understand the morality of the world, hand over the money, and we will let you go!"
Jingzhou nodded and said "Yeah", and all the thin thieves were eagerly waiting.
After a long while, the young master did not take out the money. The thief named Li glared and said impatiently: "Then what are you waiting for? Come out with the money, or we will tie you up to the mountain to see how thin you are. In this way, I haven’t experienced hardship even if I think about it, I only need to live in the mountain for three days, and I will make you cry for father and mother!”
Jing Zhou spread his hands and said in a very sincere tone: "Everyone, I don't have any money!"
After all, when he goes out, all he takes with him is gold!
He did have the banknotes, and they were still warm. He had just brought them from Mr. Li, who liked to play with his little husband, in a fair way.
It's just that the denomination is not small, and if you give it to these people, you might cause some trouble. Half of the thieves in Qingcheng Mountain are ordinary people who are struggling to survive in a difficult world. If they are not hungry and have no food to eat, who would be willing to become a bandit? Even if he occupies a mountain and becomes the king, he can only rob some rich people's money, rarely harming their lives. Even if they meet poor people, they may even get a piece of their meal.
