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The car took a long time to get back on the road. It was just after noon, and both the people and the horses looked extremely tired under the scorching sun. Stepping on the shallow grass just below the horse's hooves, walking through the twists and turns of the path, gradually you can see the old houses and old tiles that appear and disappear from the green forest in the distance. Visitors learn that Yanzi Town is behind this forest. We were just rejuvenated and regained our strength to go into the forest.
Along the well-defined sandy path, you can clearly see where the entrance to the forest is. Looking outside, you can also see a high mountain next to the west of the forest. There is a curl of smoke rising from the mountain, and an ancient temple is faintly outlined under the smoke, which is quite deep and quiet. Everyone entered the forest, and the harsh light became softened by the outer layer of green clothing. Looking up, there is nothing but the shade of green trees and the dreamy sunshine dotting them; sniffing carefully, the unique fragrance of the forest mixed with the faint smell of fireworks is fascinating; listening carefully, In addition to the chirping of birds and the sound of running water coming from nowhere, there is also the sound of reading in the carriage that shuttles through the forest path...
"Yanzi Town is a place where swallows gather. It is located near Qingliang Mountain. In the early years, there were many swifts on the mountain, so it was rich in bird's nests and it was a prosperous place." A young master holding a large ceremony straightened his jade crown and continued: "There is a temple on Qingliang Mountain, called Qingliang Temple. It is a favorite place for dignitaries..." The young master seemed not to be interested in prominent people. He flipped through a few pages angrily and then said: "Swallow Pond is hidden in the mountains. There were many swifts in flocks, and many people went to find their nests. Over the years, there was a sudden flash flood, and the road up the mountain was blocked and very dangerous, so the townspeople no longer made a living from the swifts' nests."
"Ah? I heard Mr. Qian say this, can I still go to Yanzitan?" Zhao Xiaomei listened with interest and then asked.
"There is always a way! Since the townspeople are unwilling to go up the mountain, the monks who have been living in Qingliang Temple in the mountain must know how to do it!" Qian Xi looked at Mei Niang with a sideways glance, and at the same time replied to Zhao Xiaomei.
"I hope so..." Mei Niang said slowly, and Ajuan beside her suddenly became unhappy.
"I don't care about Qingliang Mountain! I want to drink water, my family is going to die of thirst!"
The young man driving the horse in front joked: "Brother Bai's gourd still has some wine!"
"I don't want to drink. If I get drunk again later, won't it give Mr. Zhao another chance to take advantage of me?" Ajuan frowned and looked very resistant, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, which was her inner joy. proof.
"How many times have I apologized to you, Miss Ajuan? What happened on the ship was an accident, an accident!" Zhao Kuo turned his head to explain while steering his horse forward. Unexpectedly, the young man leading the carriage suddenly reined in the horse, causing the two horses behind to stop and raise their heads and neigh. Zhao Kuo didn't react in time and was knocked down by the two reins in his hands, almost throwing him away.
"Brother Bai, what happened?" Zhao Kuo saw the young man in front of him turn over and dismount, and at the same time, there were several mournful screams from the side of the road just behind him.
"Young hero! Young hero! Come and save me!"
Bai Feng followed the direction from which the mournful cry came, and Zhao Kuo also got out of the car and followed behind. When he was young, a Han man with sloppy curly hair, ragged and messy clothes, and carrying a wooden long bow appeared in front of him. His body was curled up, squirming slowly like a caterpillar. The foot seemed to be bitten by a hunting trap, and the wound was covered with blood.
Bai Feng then called Murong Yan down from the car, because among the people traveling with her, she was the only one who knew a little bit about medical skills. The "Miko-sama" also wore a wreath of yarrow on her head, playing with the flowers from time to time. She didn't understand what was happening in front of her, and walked up to Bai Feng.
"Ah!" Murong Yan exclaimed, "What's going on?" After saying that, she walked up to the man, looked at the wound, and then whispered to Bai Feng for a while. Then he turned around and crouched down in front of the injured man, whispering: "Who is the young master?"
"Me?" The injured man looked at the strange girl in front of him with confusion. He felt that she did not look like a Han, but she had black hair. He became curious and replied: "I am the hunter from Yanzi Town. My surname is Yang and my name is Deqing..." As soon as he finished speaking, a severe pain came from his injured leg, and he shouted "Ah!". After a moment, he looked at his injured leg again and saw that the hunting trap was no longer biting him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Feng took the clip and asked Murong Yan, "Yan'er, what should we do next?"
"Um..." Murong Yan replied: "There seems to be the sound of water running ahead. Please help Mr. Yang wash his wound first and then bandage it!" After saying this, Zhao Kuo stepped forward and helped Yang Deqing into the car.
The car raised dust and rumbling sound again. After learning that Yang Deqing was from Yanzi Town, Murong Yan in the car picked up the portrait and asked him: "Mr. Yang, do you know the person in this painting? His name is Wang Ji!"
Although Yang Deqing looked like a beggar, his eyes were very clear. He rolled his eyes in a circle and replied with certainty: "Isn't this our parent official! Yang Ji, Mr. Yang!"
"No! His surname is Wang, not Yang!" the little girl on the side said in agreement.
"It's Mr. Yang! The most beautiful and virtuous girl in the town is willing to commit herself to him. Who doesn't know this face?" Yang Deqing said firmly again.
Murong Yan held up the painting and once again looked at the man in the painting carefully, she thought it was impossible! She felt that her mother would never deceive her, and how could a married man marry another man without his wife's permission? She looked at the young man leading the way and thought for a long time.
"If Yang Ji is really that Wang Ji, how should we repay Brother Feng's kindness?" Murong Yan said to herself.
After a short while, a trickling stream, only slightly larger than the sole of an ordinary person's foot, lay across the road in front of the carriage and horse. The stream gurgled down from the mountains to the west. Perhaps its source was the legendary Swallow Pond. Everyone got out of the car to rest, and people drinking water and washing their faces rushed upstream, while Murong Yan and Bai Feng took Yang Deqing downstream to treat their wounds.
Yang Deqing let the white phoenix support him and put his injured foot on the water. The cold spring slightly relieved the severe pain. There were a total of six blood holes in the wound on the injured foot, and blood was still flowing. When Murong Yan was cleaning his wound, she kept talking to him in order to prevent him from going into shock and fainting due to excessive pain.
"Mr. Yang, why did you let the hunting trap bite you?" Murong Yan squeezed a leaf into a scoop shape, filled it with water and put it on the wound.
"Eh...well!" Yang Dechang gritted his teeth and replied as if he had tried his best: "Last evening...when I returned to town, I didn't pay attention...and stepped on a trap set by someone else..."
"Then your parents must be very worried!"
"I only have one father... If he sees me now... he will have to beat me up! Ouch...!" Yang Deqing's expression was distorted and he clutched Bai Feng's sleeve tightly, almost crying. The sound comes. The dirty blood dripped onto the trickle with the water in the leaf scoop, dyeing the crystal clear coolness with a few touches of red.
The people in the upper reaches had a different view. They were cheering for getting the sweet spring, and Ajuan sang moving songs about it. Facing the direction of the trickling water, and to the few people downstream, he conveyed his emotions, which was very contagious. Even the horses drinking water raised their left and right front hooves in rhythm with the song. After the final repairs, the group of people, together with Yang Deqing, completed the final stretch to Yanzi Town.
