The green mountains are like ink, and there is a cloud.
On the dirt road in the mountains, the Taoist is in front and the horse is behind.
The dirt road is only three to five feet wide, and there are often cave-ins and breaks. People can walk on it without any problem, but bay-red horses have to be more careful when walking along it.
A swallow hovers in the sky.
The weather is quite cool today.
Song You looked up at the sky and couldn't see anything, but sensing the changes in the aura of the heaven and earth and the rotation of the seasons, he felt that it would not be sunny all the time today.
It doesn't matter if it's sunny or rainy, it doesn't matter.
Song You continued to move forward slowly.
What's the way forward?
To be honest, he didn't know either.
Just go south.
Seeing a clump of thorny moss growing on the roadside, Song You casually broke off a few thorns as he passed by. The shoots that had just sprouted in spring were so tender and crisp that they could be easily broken away from the thorns without using any force. It just broke.
The thorn moss is similar to the rose and looks similar. The young bamboo shoots that emerge in spring and autumn are edible.
About the thickness of chopsticks, gently tear off the outer skin. Inside are emerald green translucent tender stems, which look like lettuce. When you put it in your mouth, it has a very crisp taste, sweet and sweet, with a hint of sweetness. A very light plant aroma. The snacks these days are like this. They are everywhere, original and the taste is different. But you have to go to the mountains to find and pick them yourself, which is not a fun thing.
Not long after, a swallow glided over lightly, stopped on the horse's neck, glanced into the cloth pocket sewn on the quilt bag, and then looked at Song You.
"Sir, there are wild fruits in front. I have seen monkeys eating them. They are ripe and red. There are grasslands and streams next to them."
"Thanks a lot."
"It's not hard."
At this time, I saw a shaking in the cloth pocket.
A fluffy little head came out, with half-squinted eyes and a thin pupil, looking left and right in confusion:
"Where are you?"
"On the way."
"Aren't you moving?"
The cat stretched its head out a little more, looking left and right.
The swallow flew up again, away from the calico cat.
"Sir, let me show you the way."
"good."
Song You followed his direction.
Not far from Anqing County yesterday, Yan'er came to find him and said that he would take them all the way out of Xuzhou.
And it was really thanks to him that I was able to find a suitable stopping point every time along the way.
Because he was at a high altitude, he could see the fruits and water sources hidden in the mountains and forests at a glance. If they were close, he would take Song You and his horse there. If they were far away, he would fly over and transform into a human form and pick them. After the fruit was filled with water and then walked through the forest, it was scratched several times by thorn branches.
This is still true today.
After walking not far, I saw a small stream. The gurgling water made people calm when I heard it.
There is a bush climbing up the cliff or tree next to it. There are fruits on it. They are thumb-sized, oval-shaped red fruits. They are deep in the mountains, no one comes to pick them, and they are very dense.
"Goat milk fruit."
Song You recognized it.
This is also rare.
I reached out and picked one first. I couldn't wait to wash it, so I wiped it casually and put it into my mouth. I felt the juice was rich and the sweet and sour taste filled the air. The fatigue from the journey was immediately reduced by half.
The remaining ones are picked slowly and washed in the stream. Today, steamed buns are served as the staple food, and some wild fruits are eaten after the meal. Isn't this a fairy day?
Take some with you when you go.
Only in the middle of the afternoon, the wind began to blow in the mountains, and the sky gradually became gloomy.
Yan'er flew down early and told him that it might rain today. After saying that, she flew away again, flying higher and farther in the gray sky, and soon disappeared.
The wind got stronger and stronger, making the cloth quiver.
The sky is getting darker and darker, as if it is going to be dark.
The calico cat popped its head out of the cloth pocket again, and the hair on its head was also messed up, looking a little strange:
"It's such a strong wind."
"Miss Sanhua should come down and take a walk. If she stays in her pocket for too long, she will turn into a fat cat."
"Ms. Sanhua doesn't know how to do that."
"It's better to walk more and see the scenery."
"Ms. Sanhua has been away all morning."
"Let's take a walk in the afternoon, so we don't have to run around at night."
"Cats can't walk very far."
"How can Empress Sanhua be compared to any other cat?"
"..."
"What do you think, Sanhua Empress?"
"It's such a strong wind."
"yes."
The calico cat quietly retracted into its cloth pocket, and only a vague voice came out: "Let's leave tomorrow, leave again tomorrow..."
As if telling herself.
Song You smiled and shook his head.
The swallow flew back again.
The wind was so strong that Yan'er could float stably in the air as long as she spread her wings without fanning or doing anything else.
"Sir, I saw a small town ahead, but it might be late at night to walk there. From here, you can reach the main road not far away. There are places to take shelter from the rain and a house to take shelter from the wind. , but I feel like there’s something wrong there.”
"What's wrong?"
"Somewhat sinister."
"That's it..."
I thought it was some kind of trouble.
"Sir, it's going to rain."
"not yet."
"Sir, you can ride on the horse and I will lead the way. You only need to jog for a while and you can get there."
"Not urgent."
"good."
The swallow flew forward again.
It’s interesting to say that this little demon was originally very shy and hesitant to speak. But after staying with Song You for a few more days, it seemed that Song You gradually realized that Song You didn’t actually care about whether he was shy or not, and he didn’t care at all. He didn't care whether he spoke, what tone he used, loudly or quietly, and he didn't even care what he did or whether he did it, so he became more comfortable when getting along with Song You.
There are also a few more words.
"Ding Dong..."
The sound of horse bells and the sound of wind are quite artistic.
Song You still kept his pace, the rain was not in a hurry to fall, and he was in no hurry to rush on, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding.
That's fine too.
About two-quarters of an hour later, Song You finally walked onto the main road. The trees on the street were rustling in the wind. After walking a little further, he arrived at the house that Yan'er said could protect him from the wind and rain.
"It's an official yizhuang..."
Song You raised his head and stared at the sign above his head.
In front of him is a larger dilapidated old house.
There is a signboard on the door with the word "Yizhuang" written on it, and there are some talisman papers attached, but the cinnabar on the talisman paper has long been soaked by the rain. I don't know how effective it was originally, but it is definitely no longer useful now. .
Song You led his horse to the gate of Yizhuang and took a few glances.
Sure enough, there is some yin energy.
But for him, it was the unpleasant smell inside that made him even more uncomfortable.
"gentlemen……"
The voice of a swallow came from overhead: "Are you going to spend the night here tonight? It hasn't rained yet. I can go see how far the city is."
When Song You heard this, he looked into the room again.
There are two kinds of Yizhuang in Dayan.
One is the charity land in the clan, and all proceeds are used to support the elders of the ancestors and provide education for the younger members of the clan.
One is the official Yizhuang.
Official Yizhuang was first built in this dynasty. The imperial court paid for it to build a special place for temporary parking of coffins. Most of them were in the city, but some were outside the city. The coffins parked here were usually temporarily unavailable due to various reasons. Find a place to bury them, even those who are unable to bury them due to poverty, or who died in a foreign country, transport the body back to their hometown for burial and pass by here, and park it temporarily.
Or maybe the corpse is ominous.
There are only two coffins placed in the righteous village in front of me. They are both made of logs and have not been painted. The one on the left is still very new, while the one on the right has been there for an unknown period of time.
The new coffin is supposed to be temporarily parked, while the old coffin remains unclaimed.
Song You looked at the foot of the wall again.
There was a pile of dry firewood.
This scene is familiar.
Song You couldn't help but smile, then took off the quilt bag from the horse and said to Yanzi:
"Just stay here, there's no need to find the way anymore."
"But here..."
"Since we are traveling all over the world, where can we not stay overnight?" Song You paused, "It just so happens that today is the right time for me to come. Maybe it's fate."
"yes!"
"You come down and rest."
"No need."
Yan'er glanced under the eaves: "There is a swallow's nest here. The original owner of the nest must have gone to the south for the winter and has not come back yet. I will stay here for one night."
"That's fine."
Song You just sat down near the door.
The cold wind blew across the threshold of Yizhuang, bringing a bit of coolness to his face and blowing away the smell of decay in the house.
In fact, it’s okay once you get used to it.
The calico cat was also diligent. He ran out and turned into a human, went to the foot of the wall to fetch dry firewood, raised the fire, then transformed back into a cat, got back into his cloth pocket, and looked at him with only his little head exposed.
"Hurry up and warm yourself up to the fire."
"Thank you, Miss Sanhua."
"Bake it quickly. Bake it quickly."
"I'm baking."
"You're welcome……"
Sitting like this, it was getting dark.
And the rain hasn't fallen yet.
Instead, the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance.
Song You slightly poked his head out and saw a swordsman in black wearing a bamboo hat riding a horse. His clothes were trembling wildly in the wind, and he quickly arrived here.
"Xu~"
The horse stopped at the gate of Yizhuang.
The swordsman glanced towards the house, hesitated for a few seconds, then turned over and got down, then led the horse under the eaves, unpacked his bags, and stepped through the door.
"Be polite..."
The swordsman in black cupped his fists and said hello first.
"Be polite."
Song You returned the favor politely.
I saw the swordsman took off the bamboo hat on his head, and the firelight reflected a young face, which was quite handsome. However, due to the wind and sun, his skin became a little black and yellow, and his lips were chapped, which added a lot of vicissitudes. If you don't look carefully, you might be... I think he is much older than his actual age.
By the light of the fire, Song You recognized that it was the young swordsman he had met at the Liujiang Conference.
At the same time, the other party looked at him and was stunned for a moment.
"But that gentleman at the Liujiang Conference?"
"Destined."
"It is indeed fate that we can meet here!"
The young swordsman said something, but he didn't seem to mean to say more. Otherwise, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, he should declare his family name. However, he didn't even get close to Song You's rising fire. He just found a place to sit in the yizhuang. Down, right next to the old coffin.
Song You turned to look at him:
"You can warm yourself by the fire."
"I have good intentions, but it's not cold down here."
"Are you really not cold?"
"Just a couple of sips of wine."
"That's fine." Song You was not persistent, but just added, "Although it is getting late at this time, since Yizhuang is already here, it means that it is not far from the city, it has not rained yet, and there is a horse at your feet, why not take a walk Procedure?"
"I don't have a guide."
"Is it possible that I have to sleep in the open air all the way to Anqing?"
"Not to mention sleeping in the open, in ruined temples in the wilderness, in yizhuang outside the city, and in pavilions on the roadside. I have slept in them all."
"The martial arts warrior is indeed brave."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
The young swordsman took out the wine flask and took a sip of wine. He casually glanced at the two coffins behind him and said, "Dead people are just a piece of meat. They smell a little unpleasant at most, but they are actually easier to get along with than living people."
"Then you have to be careful where you step. The person in the coffin behind you may not agree with what you say."
"What do you mean? Sir, are you nagging me?"
"Not really."
"what is that?"
"Only the one who might get up tonight."
"Ah……"
The young swordsman sneered: "If he can really get up, I'll just buy him a drink, so what's the problem?"
Every word and every word is full of Jianghu arrogance.
However, he suddenly remembered that this gentleman had just invited him to warm himself by the fire. After a moment of hesitation, he stretched out his wine bottle again:
"Sir, would you like to drink?"
"I won't."
"good!"
The young swordsman took his hand back again.
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a thunderous sound, like the heaven and earth shattering.
The young swordsman couldn't help but frown and glanced back.
Somehow, although the thunder just now was deafening, he still heard a little noise, as if something in the coffin behind him was shaking.
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