"You, you..." Song Maozhi was shaking with anger in the saddle and almost went crazy.
Child Cai Han raised an objection with a very academic spirit: "Sister, how can a woman drink flower wine? I heard Uncle Dao Scar from the back mountain say that only men can go to the flower house and drink flower wine."
Cai Zhao touched his head lovingly: "Uncle Scar from the back mountain is an honest man. When he was traveling in the world, he knew how to kill and rob, and occasionally slaughtered a whole family. In fact, he was a very honest and simple man. There are many things in the world. He doesn’t know, actually, as long as you want to drink flower wine, it doesn’t matter if you are a man or a woman, neither a man nor a woman, or half a man and half a woman.”
The child Cai Han said "Oh" and seemed to be very educated.
Honest and simple...
Essentially simple...
rustic…
Park...
A gust of cool wind picked up a few leaves and floated past. The disciples who stayed in place said:...
Song Maozhi's eyes were about to burst: "Your Cai family actually hides filth and shelters evildoers..."
"Second brother!" Song Yuzhi quickly stopped his brother from continuing to embarrass himself, "Junior sister Cai should be talking about Sun Dingzhou, the purple-faced guest with a palm that can determine the world. Although this man robbed, he must have robbed ill-gotten gains. Although he killed people, he killed He has always been a heinous person."
Cai Zhao touched his younger brother's head and continued to teach: "Xiao Han, you must remember in the future, if you don't understand the ins and outs, don't rush to brag about your beard and glare. It's just a joke."
Cai Han responded cooperatively, but Song Maozhi was so angry that he wanted to get angry again, and Song Yuzhi quickly changed the topic.
"The family that Junior Sister Cai said was massacred should be the Ishikawa Qiu family. This incident caused a sensation at that time. The five Qiu brothers and their gangs were full of evil, committing adultery, robbery, and killing the people. To ensure that the fortress was safe, no women or children were left in the fortress. , the woman who was kidnapped and used for their pleasure and humiliation could not survive more than two days."
When Song Yuzhi spoke, all the sect disciples around him listened quietly.
Song Yuzhi continued: "At that time, the former leader of the Demon Sect was confronting our Beichen lineage. No one on either side dared to act rashly. If it hadn't been for Sun Daxia to break the fortress and eliminate the thieves, the local people would have suffered a lot. ...Second brother, You'd better dismount."
Song Maozhi was dumbfounded and slipped off the saddle unconsciously.
Song Yuzhi turned his head and stared at Cai Zhao: "The purple-faced scar guest has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for nearly ten years. No one knows his whereabouts. It turned out that he was hiding in Luoying Valley."
Cai Zhao sighed: "Uncle Scar has killed so many evil people, so he naturally has many enemies. When my father brought him back to Luoying Valley, he was covered in wounds and dying. I was only five or six years old at that time, and I often talked to him about random things. .”
Song Xiuzhi, who had been silent all the time, said in a low voice: "I often hear people talk about Daxia Sun, but I didn't expect that Daxia Sun has withdrawn from the world. My old friends are thinking about him."
Cai Zhao said calmly: "Uncle Scar once told me drunkenly that he now has no wife, children, parents, and no enemies. As for friends, it's the same whether he has them or not."
——The hidden meaning behind these words is so desolate.
Song Maozhi rarely raised any objections, silently handed over the riding crop studded with pearls to the attendant, and stood aside without saying a word. Song Xiuzhi showed pity in his eyes and did not dare to interrupt.
"Since Daxia Sun wants to retire from the world and hide in Luoying Valley, would you say so?" Song Yuzhi took a few steps closer, his handsome eyes as clear as the cold moon.
Cai Zhao said calmly: "It's nothing bad. Two years ago, Uncle Scar relapsed and passed away."
This is Jianghu. Whether you have a good ending or not has nothing to do with whether you do good or evil, so Cai Zhao is not interested in Jianghu at all.
Song Yuzhi listened expressionlessly, and at the same time looked at Cai Zhao calmly.
Jade hairpin, partial hairpin, small half-moon-shaped silver comb, half-sleeves, underskirt, sheer silk shawl, long-sleeved style, and a small and exquisite pink jade banbu pressed on the edge of the gauze curtain. Judging from the shape, It seems like a round and small...fat cat? Still dozing off?
Very good, very good, this is the young disciple that his master has longed for and is about to become a disciple, the legendary diligent and well-behaved little junior sister - you can only believe half of what the elders say.
At this time, there was a noise at the cliff, and Zeng Dalou said loudly: "Brothers from Song and Cai, please be ready to cross the cliff."
At some point, several more thick iron ropes were shot towards the cliff. Cai Zhao saw the disciples of the sect, who were as light as a swallow, leaping and leaping on several iron ropes, and quickly laid out the rectangular black iron plates flatly. There are hidden buckles on the sides and bottom of each iron plate. The sides are interlocked with adjacent iron plates, and the iron ropes are firmly buckled on the bottom to prevent them from sliding.
With the clicking sounds of locks, a flat suspension bridge appeared in front of the cliff. Cai Zhao had always been puzzled before. Although martial arts practitioners could cross the cliff on iron ropes, how could a horse-drawn carriage cross the cliff? Now she knows.
"When we were alone just now, there were only four iron ropes flying across the cliff. Now Sect Master Song has come over. Not only have four more iron ropes flown over, but they have also been laid with iron plates for carriages. Dad, mother, don't you look down on the thousands of rivers and mountains and cliffs? Luo Ying Valley, why don't we go back." Cai Zhao was very sincere in provoking discord.
Cai Pingchun and Ning Xiaofengli didn't bother to pay attention to her.
The carriage moved slowly between the cliffs hanging in the air. The abyss under its feet was said to be filled with traps and poisonous mist and miasma left from the war between demons. Anyone who fell could never climb back up.
The carriage pressed against the cold iron plate, making an eerie and harsh friction sound, like fingernails scratching on the steel plate. The Cai Zhao siblings scratched their twitching arms. Ning Xiaofeng was displeased: "You can get by with just a few steps on the iron rope, but Song has to show off."
Cai Han was surprised: "Mom, you are so good at Qinggong."
Ning Xiaofeng's face turned red for a rare moment: "Isn't it your father? Your father will take me there." Her martial arts skills have been mediocre since she was a child, and she has no intention of working hard.
"I'm not good at Qinggong either." Cai Xiaohan sighed maturely, "I have to have my father take me there."
Cai Zhao sneered: "Are you not good at Qing Gong? Do you have Qing Gong?"
Douzhaocai continued to sigh: "I know that Sister A is unhappy, so I won't argue with Sister. But dad, does A sister really want to stay here for three years? Then Ah Hei A Gou and the others will bully me. Who will Go and scare them away for me."
Cai Zhao felt very sad after saying this and sighed.
Ning Xiaofeng said angrily: "Your father is the master of Luoying Valley, and he was so frightened by the children in the valley that he ran all over the place. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Cai Zhao quickly put his hand on his younger brother's head: "This is because our Xiaohan is approachable and never puts up with the son of the valley owner, so those children are willing to play with him. Auntie said that my father was also such a naive and easy-to-talk person when he was a child. I don’t know how reliable I will be when I grow up!”
"As long as Xiaohan is half as good as your father, I'll be thankful to God!" Ning Xiaofeng complimented her husband smoothly.
Cai Xiaohan leaned close to his sister. Cai Zhao hugged the little fat man and said sadly: "Dad, do I have to become my master? I don't want to be a chivalrous girl..."
Ning Xiaofeng took the lead and said, "Who expects you to become a chivalrous woman? It's to prevent you from becoming a witch."
Cai Zhao frowned delicately: "Father, mother, you also saw the town at the foot of the mountain yesterday. The shelves of the shops were bigger than those of the martial arts leaders. I know it was a powder shop, but I didn't know. I thought it was a coffin shop. Oh no, even the coffin sellers in our town in Luoying Valley treat customers as if they are celebrating a wedding."
Ning Xiaofeng puffed.
Cai Pingchun said helplessly: "...I'm afraid this is not necessarily a good thing." It was quite scary to see people opening the coffin shop with such joyful and smiling faces.
Cai Zhao held his parents' arms and said, "The whole town is like this, and life on Jiuli Mountain is even more miserable. It's not like our town. We have everything we need. We walk west along the blind fortune-telling stall at the entrance of the town. The water Pan-fried buns, swallow-skin wontons, sugar rolls, stewed meat steamed buns, pickled vegetable pancakes, crystal shrimp soup dumplings, mutton pot stickers, soy sauce pork belly rice dumplings, rice sugar soup... I can avoid eating the same thing in the morning for a month, even in the middle of the night. I can also have midnight snacks, unlike here..."
The speaker was unintentional and almost made Cai Xiaohan salivate.
Cai Zhao looked disgusted, "It's not like here. Even if I'm an expert and brave enough to sneak down the mountain on the iron rope, I can only eat a clear soup with less water than that pock-marked tall guy! He didn't even put any green onions!" "
"Yes, yes." Cai Xiaohan was also very angry.
"The wontons don't contain chopped green onion. It's outrageous that such a ridiculous thing exists in the world." Miss Cai Zhao's face was full of bewilderment. She must have been so surprised when the sun came out in the west.
Ning Xiaofeng turned away with a smile, and Valley Master Cai could do nothing: "Zhao Zhao, think about Uncle Dao Scar in the back mountain. Qingque Town is actually similar. Those who sell fragrant powder, those who open noodle stalls, and the inn where we stay The taciturn shopkeeper here used to be a wealthy businessman who ran rampant in the world. When they were desperate, they asked for favors from the Qingque Mansion, and now they are in the town, acting as gatekeepers for Jiuli Mountain."
"Just watch the door, why do you want to do business? Business has its own business, and it's not good to be in a bad way." Cai Zhao sighed like an adult, "Of course, I also know that it is not easy to get involved in the world. My aunt said that many rich people The guests were all majestic when they were young, but when they become disabled and old, they become desolate. Since ancient times, heroes, like beauties, are not allowed to grow white hair."
Ning Xiaofeng's shoulders shook with laughter.
At this time, the sect disciples outside the carriage shouted "We've arrived." The four members of the Cai family hurriedly got out of the car and found that the carriage had moved from the iron plate to the stone floor. Cai Zhao touched his temples and adjusted the hem of his skirt. He looked like a lady, and then he looked up...
At this glance, she was stunned without any defense, her mouth couldn't close for a long time, and she didn't even know that her parents and brother were gone.
Chapter 4
Lush grasslands and mountain forests extend endlessly ahead. The clear blue sky is high and vast. The distant peaks are covered with a white haze, covered with snow that has not melted for thousands of years. There are also a few plump branches sticking out from the cliff. of buds.
On both sides of the entrance to the cliff are waterfalls formed by the melted snow on the peak. They flow down the mountain wall and accumulate layers of semicircular pools under the mountain wall. The water is clear and sparkling. Just looking at it makes my mouth water. At this time, the morning light has not receded. Through the misty sunshine, you can reach out and receive a few drops of water with the fragrance of peach blossoms, which is refreshing and fragrant.
——This is the world-famous Thousands of Waters and Thousands of Mountains and Cliffs!
After seeing this mountain, there is no mountain in the world. After seeing this water, there is no water in the world.
Cai Zhao couldn't breathe due to the beautiful scenery. She suddenly felt that staying here for three years didn't seem to be a terrible thing.
Song Yuzhi walked over slowly and smiled at the little girl who had her head raised and her mouth opened blankly: "Junior Sister Cai, do you have anything to say?" There are few people in the world who are not surprised when they come to Wanshui Qianshan Cliff for the first time. He is prepared to hear some excitement. remarks.
Cai Zhao was startled, as if waking up from a dream: "Oh? Ah! Yes, I do have something to say! Senior brother..."
"I'm not senior brother." Song Yuzhi's proud eyebrows spread.
"Oh, Second Senior Brother."
"I'm not the second senior brother either." Song Yuzhi continued to correct him.
"Third Senior Brother?" Cai Zhao was cautious.
Song Yuzhi nodded.
Cai Zhao couldn't help but look around for Cai Pingchun and his wife, saying that the Qingque Sect only sent three disciples to receive Luoying Valley, which showed that they looked down on them, so they might as well go back home. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, her parents hugged Cai Xiaohan and ran away to nowhere.
She had no choice but to turn back, take a deep breath, and continue the topic: "Third Senior Brother, I..."
"Do you think my father and brother are too particular about ostentation, and their clothes are too gorgeous, and they are not like people in the martial arts world?" Song Yuzhi suddenly asked.
Cai Zhao was surprised and said: "No, it's not too much."
When doing business, one needs to be careful about words and expressions. Seeing the expression on Song Yuzhi's face that said, "Junior sister is just being polite," Cai Zhao quickly added the reason: "Actually, everyone who knows the industry knows that what looks shiny may not be really valuable. For example, Third Senior Brother, although you look at He is dressed plainly, but the robe he wears must be made of ice silkworm silk yarn. How many people in the world want to use ice silkworm silk yarn to make a pair of gloves that are invulnerable to water and fire, but they can't. The gold silk embroidery on it is probably divine. It must be the handiwork of old lady Zhuo, alas, we originally wanted to ask old lady Zhuo to open a branch in Luoying Town, but she couldn't even be found."
Song Shijun:......
What the little girl meant: In fact, your father is just a wealthy man with no taste. In fact, you only dress too much.
"Third senior brother, third senior brother, three...I, what, I still have something to say." Cai Zhao apologized.
Song Yuzhi closed his eyes: "Junior sister, it's okay to just say it."
"That's it." Cai Zhao straightened his face and said sternly, "I know that there are many retired wealthy people in Qingque Town, and the hidden secrets among them cannot be explained to outsiders. I know the truth, but -"
She raised her voice slightly and persuaded her with her usual good-natured voice: "But Senior Brother Song, can you ask our master to think again and again? There are specialties in the art industry, and they are not the material to do business - there are many other things if you don't do business." There are things you can do. For example, the life experiences of those high-rollers must have been very exciting. If you have nothing to do, you can write and reminisce about the past."
"For example, the confidante who passed by each other in the past, the life and death brothers who turned against each other in the past, and the mistakes and injuries that I regretted so much. We have several bookstores in Luoying Town. The prices are fair and the children are honest. The covers are I specially look for paintings by famous calligraphy masters in the world, and the patrons also have good taste."
"The shopkeeper at the head of the town likes the kind of love-hate entanglement and the dilemma between beauties and confidants. The shop at the end of the town likes the kind where swords are like a dream, jumping off a cliff, picking up martial arts secrets and being force-fed martial arts. However, the old shopkeeper recently plans to go back to his hometown to hug someone. The grandson is gone, and his son, the young shopkeeper, likes stories about old grudges and grievances that last for generations... In short, the remuneration must be favorable."
"I mean, it's a great skill to serve food, drink, attract customers, and greet people with a smile. If you don't have that talent, you should not open a shop. The Qingque Town will be deserted and you won't make much money, right? Are you wasting such a good location in vain?"
Qingque Sect's Jianghu status ranks first among the descendants of the six branches of Beichen, and even the entire martial arts world. There are countless Jianghu guests coming and going every year. The passenger flow in the town can be imagined. Living in Baoshan and starving , Cai Zhao's liver hurt.
"Hey, Senior Brother, Senior Brother Song, Senior Brother Song, why don't you say anything..."
Song Yuzhi lost all of his smile and looked at Cai Zhao for half a cup of tea, as if a morning glory suddenly grew on her face. Then he turned and left expressionlessly, refusing to look back no matter how much Cai Zhao yelled.
——Is this the girl raised by Cai Pingshu, whose father hates her so much? Well, if Cai Pingshu could be so irritating back then, then it would be considered a good accomplishment for his father to endure it till today without stabbing anyone.
Looking at Song Yuzhi's back, Cai Zhao didn't quite understand why he suddenly became angry. At this moment, Cai Zhao suddenly realized that he was out of place on the cliffs of thousands of rivers and mountains. There were people coming and going around him, full of busy sect disciples, or people moving. Carrying things, or leading various disciples to different houses.
Among the six Beichen sects, Song Shijun, the leader of the Guangtianmen sect, second only to the Qingque Sect, happened to come over at this time. He was not here to attend Cai Zhao’s apprenticeship banquet, nor to visit his third son who was studying abroad, but to attend the Beichen sect. The 200th anniversary of the death of our ancestor.
In addition to the descendants of the six branches, there were also several sects who had good relations with Beichen who came to watch the ceremony. Just now, Cai Zhao saw several bald monks and nuns arranging boxes and cages on the edge of the cliff. People from Jialan Temple and Xuankong Temple must have Has arrived. The abbot of Xuankong Temple, Master Jingyuan, and her aunt Cai Pingshu had always been at odds with each other. Cai Zhao didn't want to meet them, so he immediately applied oil to the soles of his feet.
Cai Zhao was not in a hurry to find his parents. He thought it was a good day in spring, so he might as well take a walk first, so he put his hands behind his back, like a happy and leisurely little shopkeeper, and leisurely patrolled ahead.
According to legend, Jiuli Mountain was originally a black iron stone pillar connecting the human world and heaven, used to extradite destined people to heaven. Later, when heaven was in chaos, the column head was broken, and the palace above it collapsed, leaving the pillar in the human world. The remaining parts of the stone pillars became huge mountains.
Because of the rich spiritual energy on the mountain, nine wild beasts from the wild were attracted to practice here, and many monsters came to build their nests. As a result, the Immortal Staircase became a magic mountain, which not only swallowed up billions of living beings, but also spread miasma and poisonous swamps, causing harm to mountains, rivers and fields. , making the bones filled with bones. The following story is just as Cai Pingshu told little Cai Zhao. The immortals destroyed the magic mountain, and the Beichen ancestor who was left to guard it renamed it Jiuli Mountain.
