Lin Manliu followed the team from Yijian Villa and left Hangzhou city not long after. At this moment, he has begun to walk into the mountains and forests. The young man in short shirt looked at the scenery he had just seen not long ago, and now he was about to walk again.
I can't help but feel a little emotional in my heart. When I first walked out of Fengcheng, I never thought that I would walk through so many mountains and rivers!
The window frame of the carriage beside him was pushed open again, and the woman in black stuck her head out again. Eleven asked aloud: "Sister Qingze asked me to ask, does our little Manliu want to change with her?" The boy in a short shirt responded: "Senior Sister Jiang only needs to chat with the master, and there is no need to care about me!" Eleven looked back at the car and said, "Sister Qingze, look, be obedient!" Jiang Qingze's voice came from the car.
"Junior brother Lin is so sensible!" This question and answer made the young man outside the car extremely embarrassed. There were also junior brothers Zhuangnai watching... When the master was joking about himself, he was talking about Xiao Manliu. Made him very shy.
Even though you are such a grown-up person, Master, you’d better not call me that. The boy in a short shirt thought so in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.
Otherwise, according to Master's temper, he will shout more and more frequently. When Lin Manliu was thinking about this, Eleven spoke again.
"When I go to bury the sword valley, you can follow Feng Bai to southern Xinjiang!" The boy in short shirt said: "I can wait for the master to finish the matter, and then set off to catch up with the village owner and the others!" The woman in black said. He shook his head with a smile and looked at the young man riding the horse outside the car.
"I really don't need it. What if I need more time than Feng Bai? This trip to the west, you should treat it as a return home!" Lin Manliu was about to refuse, but was blocked by his master's words.
"How long have you been away from home? You don't want your home in Fengcheng anymore?"
"Your master and I are still thinking about those two small courtyards! Now that we are rich, do we look down on those two houses?" The boy in a short shirt shook his head, and the woman in black continued to speak loudly.
"When I return home this time, if I can pass by Fengcheng, I will clean the house again and make up for the lost time in the New Year!" Jiang Qingze, who was in the car, also said aloud: "Send farewell to the old and welcome the new!" Lin Manliu then nodded and said: "After sending the master to the Sword Burial Valley, Manliu will continue westward with the owner of the village!"
"Ah!!! This kid Manliu is so obedient!" Jiang Qingze said again. Eleven chuckled twice, then rested his head on his hands, leaned against the window frame, and looked at the disciple outside the car.
It was originally just a chat in the mountains on the way, but after the master's words, the young man's chat box opened up.
Lin Manliu suddenly asked: "Senior Sister Jiang is from the Miao Village, can you tell me about the Miao Village?" After hearing this, Shiyi shrank to the edge of the window frame and glanced back into the car. .
Jiang Qingze also poked his head out and looked at Lin Manliu.
"Junior Brother Lin, we met other Miao village women on the road, did you fall in love with them?" The boy in a short shirt hurriedly said: "No! I just met one person when we first went there!" The girl named Huan Yunxia He later told the old liar about the Miao village girl and confirmed that she was an old acquaintance of them.
However, Lin Manliu was still curious about what was so strange about these people from the Miao village who were in the same place as him.
Because even when I was young, I didn’t listen to those Taoist priests or those storytellers. He will also hear some strange things in the Miao village... all kinds of snakes, scorpions, cicadas, and insects can be driven by it, either invading people's ears and eyes, or frightening people's minds.
What kind of witchcraft can make the bones move and have the effect of channeling spirits? People with broken legs and hands can regain their health by walking into a Miao village.
For him, what he wanted to confirm most was the last thing. Eleven said aloud: "Although I asked the right person this time, why didn't I ask Master before?" Lin Manliu was stunned for a moment before wanting to accuse Master.
"I didn't think of it for a while..." He then remembered that when his master and the old liar were bickering, they would often mention a woman named Yourong.
From the conversation between the two of them, the boy in short shirt knew that the person was also a Miao village girl and had been the master's playmate since childhood.
Eleven tilted his head away, as if he had a little temper.
"I have made a promise to you first. I will apologize to your sister Yourong when I see you in the future!" The boy in a short shirt hurriedly said: "I must apologize to your sister Yourong!" Jiang Qing hid his face and smiled, coming over. Then he spoke out.
"There are seventy-two Miao villages regardless of size. According to the ancestral system, they can be divided into two, namely the white Miao village and the black Miao village..."
"Your sister Yourong came out with me as a black miao..." Lin Manliu said curiously: "Will the clothes be different, for example, a white miao wears white, a black miao wears black?" Because? What I saw that day was Huan Yunxia, dressed in white.
Jiang Qing said aloud: "There will also be such classifications, but not all of them!"
"If you want to distinguish better, let me give you an example!" Jiang Qingze took his bamboo flute in his hand as he spoke.
"When we first met that day, did you notice my insect control method? This is what outsiders call insect poison..." Lin Manliu nodded and said, "That day when I saw Senior Sister Jiang's flute playing, , The flying insects in the mountains and forests are extremely loud!”
"As you can see, Heimiao is better at using these insect-control methods!"
"But it's not that the white seedlings can't do it, it's just that they often fiddle with some butterflies...and we use them for everything from small flying insects in the mountains to snakes, scorpions, and toads!" The boy in a short shirt took a breath. Angry, he looked at Jiang Qingze with a shocked expression.
The latter smiled and looked at the young man in front of him: "Are you scared now?" Lin Manliu responded: "It's just that I didn't take things seriously when I was a child, but now that it is real in front of me, I am inevitably a little surprised... "Jiang Qing hit his head with his bamboo flute, as if he was thinking about something.
Eleven beside him reached out to remove the bamboo flute, and raised his hand to rub the ends of Jiang Qingze's hair that he had touched before.
Eleven said earnestly: "Don't learn these things when you are thinking about things!" Jiang Qingze responded softly: "I know! Sister Eleven!" Not long after, her eyes lit up and she spoke to Lin Manliu again Said: "Then do you want to know where the Bai Miao God is?" The boy in a short shirt subconsciously asked: "Can't it really heal those broken arms and legs?" Jiang Qingze
"Hey", he said again: "It's like a fellow countryman meeting a fellow countryman! Manliu knows so much!" Lin Manliu was a little nervous, and subconsciously asked again: "Is it really okay?" Eleven saw that The young man's thoughts were caught and he could only continue to tilt his head and look away, pretending that he did not hear what the other two people said.
Why did Lin Manliu tentatively ask Jiang Qingze about the Miao Village? Did you really forget the name Yourong?
Or is he really obsessed with the origin of Huan Yunxia? None of it...just because of someone's hand injury.
Jiang Qingze naturally had some sense of it, and it was not difficult to guess what the young man in front of him was thinking. What he wanted to ask was actually Ye Dangting's broken pulse, whether it was possible to recover.
Jiang Qing could only say loudly: "Bai Miao likes to collect herbs. The herbs they grind are said to have the effect of resurrecting the dead, flesh and bones..."
"As for renewing the tendons and connecting the pulse, it should be possible..." Listening to Jiang Qingze's tone, Lin Manliu was silent for a while, and then smiled.
"Hearing what Senior Sister Jiang said, I really want to go to a Miao village!" Jiang Qingze said: "If you can pass by a Miao village, I will take you there. You can't enter alone. Go!" Lin Manliu said curiously: "Senior Sister Jiang, why is this?"
"Because the Miao village does not like outsiders entering, if you are the only one, you will probably be turned away!" The young man nodded meaningfully and looked into the distance.
...At the same time, in a small town on Shannan Road. A young man in ragged clothes was curled up beside the stone steps.
He held half a piece of steamed bun tightly in his hand, which was his ration for the next two days. This steamed bun was thrown to him by the old man who made tea at the inn when he passed by a village a few days ago.
He was so hungry at that time that he ate most of it at once. Just when he was about to finish the remaining half piece, he realized that the old man had already closed the stall and left.
That means...he only has this half piece of steamed bun left. The young man had no choice but to put the steamed buns in his arms and continue walking south without looking back.
He couldn't stop for fear that if he stopped, he would return to that place again. A place he never wanted to go back to... At this moment, he was curled up on the stone steps, staring at the half piece of steamed bun in his hand. He was really hungry.
After several decisions, he wanted to put it in his mouth, but he was afraid that he would never eat it again. Just as he was hesitating, he heard the gossip of some pedestrians on the street.
"Have you heard that we have a lot of officers and soldiers here these days?"
"Isn't that right? I heard that... even General Chu who never goes out of his tent is here!"
"I don't know what's going on with such a big battle... Isn't it too chaotic in the south?" These words filled the young man's ears like a flood.
Listening to these words, it was like a heavy hammer was hanging on his heart, starting to knock on his heart mercilessly.
The rickety young man quickly got up, stopped nibbling on the piece of steamed bun, and continued walking south. He must walk faster, faster... But before he left the town, he saw dozens of Yanyang soldiers riding armor-clad soldiers passing by outside the town.
He hurriedly hid in a stall, trying to avoid the eyes of those people. But the next moment, he was kicked out.
"Where are you this stinky beggar? Get away from me!" the vendor who was looking after the stall scolded. The rickety boy hurriedly apologized: "Young ones don't have long eyes... Small ones don't have long eyes..."
"Get out of here! Don't hinder my business here!" the vendor yelled again. He had no choice but to get away from here as quickly as possible, fearing that he would be bumped into by those Yanyang Cavalry, and also afraid of bumping into the vendors at the entrance of these towns again.
But perhaps because the vendor's scolding was too loud, the Yanyang soldiers who were about to gallop away reined in their horses and stopped.
This move frightened the rickety young man. The whole person immediately fell to the ground and looked limply at the Yanyang soldiers who were looking at the cavalry.
It's over... He started to feel timid and scared, and tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes. As the sound of those horses' hooves approached step by step, he became more and more nervous.
A warm current also flowed out from between his buttocks, soaking most of his clothes. Not long after, the smell of urine spread throughout the entrance to the town.
The Yanyang soldiers who originally wanted to step forward to investigate the situation stopped in disgust. The leader of the Yanyang soldiers had to stand a little further away and said loudly: "You are just doing small business, but you dare to embarrass others and call yourself me?" The vendor hurriedly knelt down on the ground, regardless of the ground at this time. What a taste.
"I've made a mistake, little one. I've made a mistake, sir. Please spare my life!" Seeing that the owner was also a coward, he glanced at the stall, which was filled with worthless craftsmanship.
The Yanyang soldier spoke again: "I won't do this next time!" The vendor hurriedly shouted: "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord! You have great magnanimity, and you will definitely prosper in the future!"
"You're quite good at speaking!" The Yanyang soldier praised. Without waiting for the vendor to flatter him any more, the soldier shouted, and the others followed him and continued to ride horses out of the town.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look at the young man. Probably because the smell of urine is too unpleasant, who wants to stay longer.
"Brother, why don't you go check on the person who fell to the ground?"
"Are you going to check? I don't want to dirty my hands!"
"Um...I don't want to go either...but maybe?"
"A young man from a rich family would behave like this even when traveling?"
"Brother is right! No matter how miserable those rich people are, they still have to keep themselves afloat. What they fear most is that others think they are shabby!"
"Let's go, continue south! Meet the general early!"
"Listen to big brother!"
"Me too!" No one among the vendors near the exit of the town could understand these sparse conversations.
Only the boy who fell to the ground held it in until his voice could no longer be heard clearly, and then he dared to gasp for air.
After gasping for breath for a long time, he slowly stood up and carefully checked whether the figures of those people had really left.
But at this moment, he felt his head was hit by a heavy object. Click! A wooden basin actually hit him on the head, and the rickety boy fell to the ground again.
"It's all your fault, you bitch! I have to talk down to those soldiers! Why don't you die!" The vendor roared, waving his wooden basin in his hand, apparently preparing to give the boy a head Come on again.
The rickety boy endured the severe pain, held his head with one hand and wanted to get up, but also wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He cried and shouted: "The little one is wrong...the little one doesn't have eyesight...
"The hawker had no sympathy for him. He was about to swing the wooden basin in his hand again. He saw blood seeping out from the young man's forehead, which made the hawker hesitate for a moment. But waiting for him to smell the urine again When I tasted it, the feeling of boredom came to my heart again.
"You, a bitch like you, deserve to die at home!" the vendor shouted, slapping down the wooden basin in his hand.
The rickety young man curled up into a ball, trying to reduce the damage caused by the wooden basin to himself as much as possible. But when I came to count my breaths, I didn't feel any pain at all.
The young man stretched himself out again and looked carefully at the vendor in front of him. It was discovered that the vendor's arm had been restrained by someone.
He is a middle-aged man who looks like a man from the countryside.
"Did you know that if you keep swinging, this person will die!" the middle-aged man said. The hawker's wrists were sore from being clamped down by this man, and he immediately started to behave with his tail between his legs.
"It's not serious, I didn't know it would be like this...Brother, please spare my life...Brother, please spare my life..." The middle-aged man looked at the vendor in front of him with disgust, and the strength in his hands increased.
This made the vendor feel so painful that he immediately shouted again.
"I don't dare anymore... Please... let me go... I have an old mother at home... a wife and children..." Listening to the hawker's voice getting smaller and smaller, the middle-aged man held his hand The Tao is even more serious.
The rickety boy saw the scene in front of him clearly. He knew that this was the best opportunity to escape and he must seize it.
But before he could get out between the two of them, the middle-aged man immediately pinned his back with a kick. The middle-aged man asked aloud: "He was just going to kill you, why do you want to run away so cowardly now?" The ricket boy let out a pain, and just as he was about to speak, he saw his half piece of steamed bun. I don't know when I fell from my arms.
It was now covered in mud, and the young man wanted to reach out and grab it. The next moment, the middle-aged man took action again, raised his foot again, and stepped on the sole of his foot together with his hand and bun.
"It's okay if you don't want revenge, but you still want steamed buns wrapped in your own urine?" A contemptuous tone came from the middle-aged man's mouth, but the rickety boy didn't seem to hear it at all.
The hand holding the steamed bun took it together with the mud around the steamed bun. The middle-aged man seemed to have thought of something, and removed the strength from his feet, freeing the young man's arms.
The next moment, it was just as he thought. The extremely hungry boy put the steamed bun directly into his mouth and chewed it without caring about the taste.
The middle-aged man spoke again: "If you want revenge, hit the ground once with your head. If you don't want revenge, hit the ground twice!" The rickety boy only hesitated for a moment, and then hit the ground hard with his head. .
But in the aftermath, there was no so-called revenge... The middle-aged man threw the hawker somewhere casually, then dragged the young man by his collar and began to walk out of the town.
While walking, the middle-aged man said aloud: "Don't expect others to avenge you. Revenge can only be done with your own hands..." The young man, who gradually regained consciousness, sobbed: "I know... "The middle-aged man snorted and threw the young man he was dragging away, letting the rickety young man fall into the stream at the entrance of the town.
The cold water flowed past the young man's side, making him more awake. He hadn't dealt with the mud on his body for a long time, and to a certain extent, these messy dirt were his protection.
After thinking twice, the young man began to clean his body. The middle-aged man on the stone bridge asked: "I forgot to ask, what is your name?" The rickety young man replied casually: "Jiang...Yan..." Before the young man could finish speaking, he immediately fell silent. , he wanted to see clearly the middle-aged man on the stone bridge.
But when he looked at the stone bridge, there was no man on the stone bridge. Only a long shout was left: "If you are not wary of others, you will die quickly..." The young man named Jiang was horrified. He had a vague guess that the person just now might... come to kill him. of.
