The old saying that a horse can run to death when looking at a mountain is true. Chang Yu and his group of nine people almost broke their own legs when they had no horses. They looked at the foot of the mountain not far away, but the terrain here is steep, with thorns and rocks everywhere. Even if The smugglers walked out of a narrow path, but it was extremely difficult to walk under the snow, and there were many roads. When they were walking and they were about to reach the bottom of the mountain, a cliff suddenly appeared blocking the road, and they had to go around a long way.
After walking for more than half an hour, everyone was exhausted and sweating before reaching the foot of the mountain, even though the wind and snow were howling at this time.
It seems that this smuggling business is not that easy to do! It's so tiring to go down the mountain, let alone go up the mountain, not to mention they have to carry large and small bags of goods!
"Wu Ren, how many people carry weapons over there?" During the rest on the way, Chang Yu looked at the market at the foot of Yuanbao Mountain in the distance and asked the Mongolian who led the way. His full name was a long list, but Chang Yu and the others only remembered the first two. Character.
"Many, Mongolians all carry swords." Wu Ren nodded to himself when he spoke: "Protect yourself!"
"Why, are there still people who can't rob?" Kuang Ren asked with squinting eyes. Wu Ren nodded: "Yes, the Han people also carry swords, and there are no officers and soldiers."
Everyone looked at each other, but they also understood that at the foot of Yuanbao Mountain is the market of the Mongols. The folk customs here are fierce and fierce, and there are not only Mongols, but also Manchus, Hans and even Tibetans. In addition, there are not as many officers and soldiers as in the pass. Maintaining order is a completely wild market, where various forces are entrenched, and it is not uncommon for the strong to bully the weak and even rob.
But that's fine, it doesn't look out of place for Chang Yu and the others to carry weapons.
It was already dark in the winter, with gloomy and falling snow. By the time Chang Yu and his party came down the mountain, the sky was already dark. Looking back, the Great Wall on the top of the mountain was already faintly visible, but it could be seen that the pass of the West Gate Gate was almost six or seven miles away from here.
After leaving the border gate, walk two or three miles and then follow the valley to the west for three or four miles. You will reach Yuanbao Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there was originally a village that later evolved into a market. There are many shops stretching for several miles. There is everything to eat, drink and play.
From here, you can follow a valley in the northwest to exit the vast mountains and go straight to the boundless grassland. Although the valley under Yuanbao Mountain is not the only way out of the mountain, it is the largest and closest one. In addition, it is close to the port where caravans from outside the customs gather. Every day when the market opens, hundreds of people line up here to enter the customs. There are also many people who come out of the customs. It goes without saying that the bustle is high.
The market was brightly lit, with crowds of mules and horses, and crowds of people and vehicles. Chang Yu and his entourage had smoke coming from their throats as they rushed from the mountain. They were not in a hurry to visit the market. They just wanted to drink some water to quench their thirst. There was a teahouse just opposite. .
To be precise, it is a food stall where you can eat and drink tea. You can go inside to eat and drink tea under the thatched shed outside.
This food stall is not big enough and there are a lot of customers, but many people are crowded in, drinking shao knives, cracking dried fruits to keep warm and chatting. Chang Yu and the others are sweating all over the mountains and they are not too cold, so they sit on the table outside and Wu Ren calls out He shouted: "Man, nine bowls of tea."
"Okay." The waiter turned out to be a Mongolian, but he spoke fluent Chinese, much more fluently than Wu Renke. Chang Yu looked at the store curiously, only to find that the waiters here were not only Mongolian but also Han.
"That's not..." Wu Ren looked at the Mongolian guy: "He's a Mosiwa assassin."
The powerful Mongols back then were divided into Tatars and Oasis in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. The Mongolians in the Mongols were the Oasis, and the Tatars gradually divided into southern and northern Mongolia. However, this was their own internal regional discrimination. , but at this time the Tatars had gradually come under the control of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties. After all, the Manchu Qing Dynasty's strength was at its peak during this period.
Soon the tea was served, and Chang Yu couldn't wait to drink it. He couldn't help but spurt it out as soon as he entered his mouth. Damn it, such a bitter and coarse tea!
You must know that although he likes wine, he also likes tea. What he drinks on weekdays is the royal tribute, which is fragrant and refreshing. After drinking this kind of coarse tea leaves, it is really bitter and difficult to swallow.
"What's wrong with you, sir?" Chang Yu's spout attracted the sideways glances of the guests at the tables next to him, and the waiter asked hurriedly.
"No, no, no, no," Chang Yu quickly waved his hand: "I drank too quickly and choked..." He knew that his behavior would definitely reveal flaws if it fell into the eyes of interested people. Those who have been cheating and selling all year round drink these crude teas. , I have long been accustomed to it.
"Hey, brothers, let's get together a table." At this moment, a thin young man dressed in black sat down next to Chang Yu, and then waved his hand towards the inside: "Here comes a bowl of tea." He said, taking off the wrapper on his head. He was wearing a black scarf and muttering: "Damn, I'm so thirsty."
Only then did Chang Yu see clearly that this guy was quite handsome, and he even had a Lu Xiaofeng beard.
Seeing Chang Yu staring at him, the young man smiled slightly and said, "Isn't it rare to see such a handsome and handsome man outside the world... Hey, after a few days, the landlady has become more and more coquettish..."
Chang Yu and the others looked at each other and almost vomited. This guy is too narcissistic. What kind of boss lady is there? Following his gaze, a Mongolian aunt in the store was greeting customers: "Uh...brother, your taste is too strong," Li Bingxiao couldn't help but frowned.
The young man kept his eyes on the old Mongolian women in the store: "This brother has never seen the world. These Tatar women outside the customs... are so exciting. How can I put it? Well, they resist torment, unlike the guys in the customs." My daughter can't bear it three times or two!" His expression became more and more obscene as he spoke.
Chang Yu leaned closer and said, "Is it possible that your Excellency is a flower picker... big..."
"It's not big, don't think I'm a prostitute, I'm a celebrity." The young man withdrew his eyes and glanced at Chang Yu and the others: "Hey, why do you guys look so strange?"
"Besides, is it possible that you know everyone in the market?" Kuang Ren rolled his eyes.
"It's not that we all know each other, but most of them look familiar... Oh, I know, you are climbing the wall, no wonder you have a dusty face and smell of urine." He rolled his eyes at Wu Ren with disgust: "You are not the same way. I can’t help but come down here to find something to eat and drink.”
Chang Yu and others were shocked, this guy has such a sharp eyesight.
The so-called wall climbers refer to the smuggling gangs who climbed over the city wall. This guy regarded them as the same as Wu Ren, but now they are indeed a group.
"How do you know we are wall climbers?" Li Bingxiao asked. He is from Jianghu, and his words and deeds are the least likely to be found. Flaws in his words and deeds are difficult to detect, unlike Kuang Ren and the Chen brothers. The fixed actions and expressions of soldiers are difficult to detect. Cover it up, but luckily the young man didn't look at them closely.
"Oh my god, is this so difficult?" The young man said with disdain: "If you have a gray head and a gray face and the smell of urine, you will know that you have dug a hole in the earth, and if you are covered with thorns and thorns, you will know that you have just come down from the mountain." He pointed to the people at the table next to him. : "Just like those ghost hunters, you can tell by just looking at and smelling it. Isn't it difficult?"
Chang Yu and others turned to look at the table. They were four or five thin people: "Ghost hunters? Taoist priests?"
"You're a tomb robber!" The young man shook his head, took a big drink of tea, and looked at the Great Wall on the mountain: "The gate has been closed for several days, when will it be opened?"
Chang Yu thought this person was very interesting, so he cupped his hands and said, "I haven't asked you for your name yet."
"People in the world call me the Jade-faced Little White Dragon, Li Xingtian." The young man stroked his moustache with a proud look on his face. Chang Yu, uh... was a bit handsome, but the Jade-faced... and this White Dragon ... Then he looked towards Li Bingxiao, only to see him shaking his head. It seemed that he had never heard of a person with this name.
"So it's Brother Xiao Bailong. I wonder what kind of business Brother Xiao Bailong is engaged in?" Chang Yu asked again.
Li Xingtian raised his brows and spread his hands: "I am a young knight in the martial arts world. Of course I am a knight-errant in the martial arts world. Do I need any profession?"
Uh... everyone was speechless. Chang Yu thought this guy was interesting and continued to ask: "It turns out he is a knight-errant in the Jianghu. So tell us what kind of knightly deeds Hero Li has done. And what do you do for a living when you are in the Jianghu..."
"I...hey, why do you talk so much about climbing walls..." While talking, a few big men walked by in front of the tea shed. Li Xingtian's face suddenly changed, and he quickly turned his back to the outside and hooked Chang Yu. He pretended to be chatting with his shoulders, as if he didn't want to be recognized by anyone. A smile escaped from the corner of Li Bingxiao's mouth. Maybe the hero of p has three hands like himself, and he might even be a flower-picking thief.
Seeing those people walking away, Li Xingtian took a long breath, let go of Chang Yu and patted his shoulder: "You have climbed walls at a young age, you have a promising future."
Fuck you, uncle. Chang Yu cursed secretly and shook his hand off: "It seems that Master Li is going to enter the prison. Why not climb the wall with me?"
Li Xingtian raised his eyes and looked towards the top of the mountain in the distance: "I'm sick. Hey, what if I was caught by the officers and soldiers when I climbed up with all my strength? I was lucky enough not to be discovered. There are cliffs over there. I won't be able to get back down all day and all night. If I get lost, it will be even worse. I don't have anything urgent to do, so I just wait slowly. There is food and drink here and the Tatar girls are so comfortable." .
Ahem... everyone was speechless: "Is Master Li familiar with this area?"
Li Xingtian shook his head, then grinned: "It's very familiar!"
Chang Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes, this is really weird!
