The ancient ruins are rarely inhabited. In addition to the rampant horse thieves here, there is also very little water source. After all, it is difficult to dig a well in thousands of miles of yellow sand.
Therefore, it is common for business travelers to retreat and pedestrians to be anxious. They are unwilling to stop for a moment in this desolate land. It is inevitable to encounter wind and sand. Horse thieves have knives and no water in their bags. This is the most difficult thing to deal with. I would rather have more. Even after traveling hundreds of miles, I don’t want to risk my life and fortune on the flying sand and rocks in the world, or the mercy of a horse thief.
Anyone who dares to pass through this place is either a caravan with majestic swords and horses, or a traveler with great skills and knowledge of the terrain and sky. Only with a little more caution can the passage be guaranteed.
But today, on the side of the big spring lake, a young man with handsome features appeared for no reason. He was carrying a book on his back, without a sword, and wearing a pair of embroidered shoes that were not new in style. He stepped out of the water with steady steps.
One step on the water, one step on the sand. The very wide Daquan Lake was crossed by this handsome young man in just one step. In the center of the lake, only layers of ripples remained.
The handsome young man dropped his foot, took a breath, and said to himself with lingering fear, "The skill of shrinking the ground into an inch taught by the city lord is easy to use, but it is always a little scary to use it like this. What if I have to travel across two mountains? , I can’t calculate the distance. What if I fall into a cliff? Forget it, I’d better use it less often in the future.”
After saying that, the young man took out a picture scroll from his arms, threw it on the ground, spread it five feet away, and then sat down cross-legged. The picture scroll automatically turned into a golden light without wind, and went straight to the middle of Qi Mausoleum.
The young student sitting on top of the picture scroll opened the book and read it carefully.
Even though the yellow sand is thousands of miles away, it is beneficial to read the book and enjoy the mysteries, which is much more interesting than practicing spiritual practice.
When he saw it, he became very excited. He completely forgot that he was still sitting on the galloping scroll. He stood up and paced back and forth. If he didn't pay attention, he fell off the scroll, his head facing the ground, and he fell upside down in the yellow sand. In the meantime, he stood up and puffed five or six times in a row, then lifted his legs and crawled back to the picture scroll in frustration, then picked up the scroll and read hard, over and over again.
It seems that for Shen Jie, who has rarely left Mocheng, the outside world is vast and has nothing to do with him. There is a golden house in the book, and there is a thousand-foot waterfall in the book. To him, the surroundings are nothing but Just to add color.
When the spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, it doesn't matter whether the fragrance of flowers comes with it or not.
After the handsome young man left, there was another wave in the Daquan Lake. A middle-aged man held a piece of cake in his mouth and a pot of wine in his hand. He laughed and cursed: "I have been famous all my life. How can I teach you such a good thing? It's so easy to study." More than cultivation, if you throw such a virtue into the world, you will be a weirdo again in ten or eight years."
The middle-aged man swallowed the cake and drank two more sips of wine. He was in a good mood, so he no longer cared about where the young man was going. He only glanced in the direction of Yi Zhang, poured out the wine from the pot, and then shook his fingers and poured the wine into the air. The wine pulp suspended in a spherical shape dispersed into a bunch, and shot towards the south in an instant. The lake water at his feet parted, and he was submerged in it again.
The lake water poured in backwards, and the door closed itself.
The next moment, the middle-aged man entered the desert city, changed his appearance, and made a grimace to scare a child running wildly on the street. However, the latter panicked and raised his hand to smear a lot of mud on the old man's face. Then he ran away like a frightened rabbit.
The old man finally wiped off the mud on his face without getting angry. He smiled and called him a stinky boy. Then he stepped into the restaurant and stood alone in the middle of the stage. He cleared his throat, raised his hand to pick up the gavel and put it on the table. As soon as the case was taken, he was full of energy and spoke.
"Three feet of green front and ten thousand volumes of books, how can I be born in the blue? If I can't bring peace to the world, how dare I declare my husband on the golden platform."
Hearing this, the hundreds of guests around who were drinking and picking up food stopped holding their chopsticks, turned their chairs, and looked towards the stage.
After the old man finished speaking, he wrote a letter, which was about a general of Da Qi who was ordered to do something in danger. He mounted his horse on a golden platform and hung a luan bell on his horse. He quickly traveled hundreds of miles to pick off the enemy general with a spear. The book reached a wonderful point. On the upper and lower floors of the restaurant, you could hear the drop of a needle, even though the words were spoken. The voice is old and desolate, but when it comes to the time when the general was ordered to face danger and the remaining soldiers shouted to fight to the death with their guns, the storyteller was no longer just a storyteller.
The old man's name is Nie Changfeng.
First, he left Daquan Lake, drinking wine instead of swords, and then he told a story and left in style.
But the handsome young man who was obsessed with reading had not left Daquan Lake for long when he encountered a group of twenty or thirty horse thieves. They seemed to be frightened. This group of horse thieves had no intention of watching the others and fled in panic from the young man. , slashing the horse's tail with the scabbard, not caring at all that this young man was sitting on the scroll, which was hanging in the air.
"Are you guys in a hurry? May I ask if there is a storm coming?" Hou Sheng reluctantly put down the scroll, smoothed the pages, put away the scroll, and walked a few steps quickly to get in front of the fleeing horse thieves. Ask questions loudly.
The horse thief didn't care about this. He didn't rein in the horse's head. He raised his hand condescendingly and struck with a knife. However, the handsome young man grabbed the blade with two fingers and couldn't make any progress.
"If it hadn't been for the wind and sand, I'm afraid you would have been chased here." The young man held the knife with one hand and thought about it seriously, and then his face became very happy. "After all, in the desert, thieves are not afraid, and they are not afraid of joining the army." If you are willing to take care of it, to be scared like this is probably because the master has weakened your courage."
When the horse thief took out the sword and saw that he could not move forward or retreat with the sword in his palm, he simply released his right hand holding the sword and suddenly reined in the horse's head.
The horse had been frightened many times today. He tightened the rein so hard that he almost instantly raised his front hooves and stepped towards the young man's head.
But the young man was calm and still had a smile on his face, and he only flicked the horse's hoof with his other palm.
The handsome young man remained motionless, but the thief rolled out together with his horse and man, as if he had ordered a huge creature to give him an angry slap and rolled away five or six steps. The horse was safe and sound, but the thief who was sitting on the horse happened to ask the horse to press his chest, spit out two or three mouthfuls of blood, and died on the spot.
"I wanted to ask for directions, but my brother decided to point his sword at me. In this way, my death should not be considered an injustice. Horses are not familiar with human affairs, and their lives should not be cut off. They can be sent back to carry goods to the poor people, or sent to the army. You can also help." The young man didn't care about anything else. He flashed his body a few times and cleared away the thieves. Then he patted the dozen or so horses and said with a smile, "Follow me obediently. Don't do anything to help the tiger again in the future. Then It’s a great blessing.”
A yellow rouge rushed towards him in the distance, raising a gust of wind and sand, and stopped in front of him.
The bloody swordsman on Ma'an Bridge hadn't drawn his sword yet, but when he saw the young man's face, he shouted suspiciously: "Shen Jie? Why have you gained so much weight?"
"If you eat well and sleep well, of course you will gain weight." Shen Jie narrowed his eyes and chuckled.
