"Gang leader, that car tent seems to be coming up the mountain. I don't know where it comes from. How to deal with it?" Li San narrowed his eyes, put his palms together on his mouth and face, and exhaled a long breath that was like fog in his mouth. , but his expression was a little narrow.
Then the young man behind him threw a piece of dried meat to Li San and said with a grin, "No matter what you do, I have never dealt with nobles elsewhere. Besides, even if you are a rich relative, you will definitely not come to your door." Come; since they are not coming from the village, there is no difference between you and me as to where they are coming.”
"There are deep forests in the world, and naturally there are extremely many birds. There are people who abandon their wives and children, there are people who are infertile, and there are people who avoid danger and avoid disaster. It is nonsense to say that they are forced by the situation; in front of us is nonsense. This good fortune is what I almost lost my feet and drank snow for several months. Even if the princes and generals come, I will not give in." Zhao Ziyang tore at the bit of solid dried meat in his mouth and looked at the frame down the mountain more and more. The approaching carriage spat fiercely, "Those who can go to this remote place to climb mountains probably know that there is good fortune in this mountain. However, I never thought that the person coming here is actually a high-ranking disciple who only knows how to show off. , It’s really unlucky, I don’t know that the luxurious long sword on the waist was scraped from the flesh and blood of many people, and most likely it was used to show off to the prostitutes in Yanliu Lane.”
In fact, Zhao Ziyang has never been to Yanliu Lane. It is the closest city gate to the village. It takes six or seven days to walk on a starry night. There is no place in the city that can be called Yanliu Lane. At most, it is a place for the scoundrels and lazy people in the city. , the house is empty with four walls, how can we talk about smoke and willows.
But by chance, he saw a high-ranking boy resting and bossing around and doing evil in the city. This poor young man who made a living by hunting would always gently dig out a long brick from the surrounding land.
"Gang Leader, don't ruin your Tao Xing." Li San stood up and patted Zhao Ziyang on the shoulder, "If you don't come here to steal fortune, if you drop this brick, you will break your muscles and bones. You won't be able to find a doctor in the wilderness, and you will end up like this." It is not good to be physically disabled, and if you make the immortals above you angry, it will be even more difficult to achieve this fate."
"Yes, you are very thoughtful." The young man nodded, and then put down the bricks in hand, not forgetting to cover them with the remaining snow around them to hide them tightly.
"But having said that, Li San, your talent is really useless. You have stayed here for several months on Nangong Mountain, studying the ancient book every day, and you still haven't noticed where the Qi belongs. How can you go up the mountain like this?" ." Zhao Ziyang punched Li San, but found that this kid's arms were much stronger than before. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "I haven't smoothed my inner energy, but my body is much stronger. If I hadn't seen you gang up on weekdays, You are timid in martial arts, but I really think you have practiced some kind of internal martial arts."
Li San quickly withdrew his arm and grinned, "The gang leader is very strong. With this punch, I feel like my arm bones will be shattered."
"Go and cool off." The young man laughed and scolded, then frowned and looked down the mountain.
Of course, the second half of what Li San said made sense, but he didn't agree with the first sentence. Although there should be an immortal family on Nangong Mountain, this was only known not long ago, but just to the west of Yizhang Kingdom, there are countless towering mountains and rivers that penetrate the clouds. The name of Nangong Mountain is in the world, but It is just an ordinary mountain that the people of a village depend on for survival. The scenery is not surprising, and the mountain shape is not weird. How can there be children from high-ranking families coming here to enjoy the mountains and rivers.
Everything in the secular world is for profit. Even if you are drunk in the mountains and rivers, you should choose a famous mountain or river where the literati wrote an inscription and go along with it. This is human nature. Although when you go to the land, you will mostly see crowds of people and markets, but that is not the case. I can brag to my colleagues that the scenery in a certain place is extremely beautiful.
Zhao Ziyang once heard an old man passing by say that during the Daqi period, there was a famous writer who was famous all over the world. His writings were magnificent and his talents were full of talent. Every now and then, his articles were published, which attracted countless literati to imitate him, but he was always rare. Shen Yun one or two. The old gentleman said that this great talent who never comes back in a thousand years once had an article called Guan Qing Pavilion handed down from generation to generation. His writing power was so powerful that it could turn mountains and seas and send clouds to embrace the moon. It even attracted the attention of the Emperor of Qi. , I went out to Qingting Pavilion to watch it. But when the emperor returned to the palace, he did not mention a word about the scene in Qingting Pavilion.
The Qingting Pavilion is just a dilapidated pavilion in a barren mountain.
That person could write an article about Guan Qingting Pavilion, but he only had a brief look at ancient paintings.
Zhao Ziyang came back to his senses and asked Li San in a low voice, who was busy fiddling with the rabbit-catching noose, "Li San, if they are really here to rob us, with our two humble skills, we can't stop the gun from their waists." So what if I have a sword?"
The cart has left the village entrance and is heading straight down Nangong Mountain. The features of the young man in white on the cart have gradually become clearer.
Li San stopped what he was doing, hesitated for a moment, and then said with relief: "Gang leader, there is no need to worry too much. As the saying goes, everything is in order. God will naturally see the hardships he has suffered in the past few months, just like that in the rich man's house. When eating sweet cane, always bite from the slightly bitter end to the sweetest end. It is said that after all the bitterness, the sweetness comes. If you eat bitterly, the blessings will come naturally."
"Good luck will come." Zhao Ziyang, with wrinkles on his face, read out these four words one after another, "God has eyes."
"You came here because of a disaster in your family. You know that I have also suffered a disaster."
"I never need anyone to accompany me in the gang. Firstly, it is because I have no intention of occupying the position of the leader of the gang, so naturally it is not easy for me to act like the leader of the gang. Secondly, it is because of a military disaster many years ago. "
"Back then, I took a boy with me to sell rabbits for money in a nearby city. It was snowing heavily in the middle of winter. Bandits from the Xishiwan Mountains entered the city and took away the money and food. Even if they couldn't take away the money, they burned it all. Leave nothing behind."
"That boy has no name. He is an orphan who was left in the village just like me. He was just born with a dark complexion. Moreover, the old man in the village told him his fortune, and it was just a guess. So he simply I called him Little Black Pond. I had nothing to do all day long, so I took him up the mountain to catch rabbits all day long. If I was lucky, I could exchange it for some copper coins."
"The city was burned, and there was heavy snow for many miles, and there was no food at all. So I went with him to the village, hoping that we would not die of hunger and cold in the wilderness, and we could go back to the village to beg for a bowl of rice porridge."
Zhao Ziyang was sitting under the ancient tree. The remaining snow on the branches of the ancient tree fell with the wind.
"Xiao Heitang told me that in fact, every day when it was still dark, he got up from his thatched cottage and went to collect firewood outside the village on the mountain. After two hours of cutting firewood, he collected a basket and sold it to the woodcutter outside the village. In exchange for two copper coins, he said that the people in the village were very nice and often asked him to come to his home to have meals together, but every time he was thin-skinned and said that he had eaten by himself."
"Before he starved to death, that skinny boy said a few words."
"He said he really wanted to eat a bowl of hot dumplings."
"Big man, you'd better be more jealous."
"Fuck the sky has eyes."
The mountain clouds gradually opened, and the skylight, clouds and shadows illuminated the ancient trees. It was probably the remaining snow that gradually melted and shimmered, falling under the trees.
The young man wiped his face with the back of his hand.
