Separated by a wall, one person is looking at the bright moon in the distance, with mixed thoughts, while the other person is fast asleep.
There are all kinds of things in the world, and everyone is different.
There was no words for a night, only the bright moon for sustenance. The next day, Huang woke up, packed up, said goodbye to Wei Yang, and left Anyi.
Everyone has his own way, Wei Yang is like this, and so is he.
This time I entered Anyi to meet Yang and Bai Xue. As for meeting Wei Yang, it was just an accident. That day, he really just wanted to drink.
Wei Yang packed his luggage and left Anyi by water. His meditation last night made him calmer. Now Anyi is a trap of right and wrong.
The back-up plans left by Gongzi Yan, Pang Juan, and the dead Gongshu Cuo will put him in danger.
Scholars ran away, and the kings subconsciously did not want to stay. However, in recent years, countless scholars have disappeared quietly.
Wei Yang would not overestimate the moral sense of King Wei.
On this day, one of them rode a horse and the other went boating, and left Anyi. Their era began quietly from then on.
Twenty years later, his name overshadowed an era and became a legend for thousands of years.
It is not far from Anyi to Zhou Wangji. Huang is riding a horse and is not in a hurry. The scenery on the road is picturesque, and the sky and earth are full of vast green.
This is a different kind of life.
Different from the intrigues in the court, it has its own charm and makes people linger.
The Jianghu is a magical place that people yearn for. There are stunning beauties there, young geniuses there, and various ranking lists that attract the world's heroes to their knees.
Huang Bu longs for the world of martial arts. The reason why he sets foot in the martial arts world is because there are masters in the martial arts world, there are chivalrous women in the martial arts world, and there are also lost secrets in the martial arts world.
The Great Qin State Master entered the rivers and lakes and stabbed them completely with a knife.
As we walked and stopped, we saw a wine stall in front of us. In this wilderness, it was very rare to have a place to drink and have some shade.
Huang tied the horse to the wooden stake, walked into the wine stall and shouted: "Waiter, serve the wine."
"Guest, here we come."
At the wine stall, the young man responded with a rag on his shoulders and a smile on his face. After a while, a jar of wine and a plate of wild vegetables were served.
The wine stall was too remote, with only one drinker. The waiter sat lazily at the door, looking at the desolate surroundings, sighing secretly.
"This place is deserted. If you open a wine stall here, you won't be able to earn much food at the end of the year."
Huang took a bite of wild vegetables, and his mouth was filled with bitterness. He couldn't help but frown: "Why do you open a wine stall here?"
"Haha, you made the guests laugh." The waiter smiled bitterly, with a hint of reluctance: "The ancestral heritage of the family has been passed down, and future generations will not dare to violate it."
"The family's ancestral property?"
At this moment, Huang was a little curious. In the wilderness, in a place where no one was around all year round, there was an ancestral legacy that was protected from generation to generation.
As soon as he thought about it, he opened his mouth and stopped talking. This is the other party's family matter. He is a passer-by and is really embarrassed to speak.
Maybe he was alone all year round, or maybe the waiter finally met a live person, and the conversation became more and more sexual for a while.
Seeing that Huang was about to speak but stopped, he couldn't help but smile: "The guest is curious about such a desolate and barren land, where no one can be seen, where can the ancestral property come from?"
After taking a sip of herbal tea, the waiter chuckled. Huang could see Yu Yourongyan on his face. It was obvious that he admired his ancestors very much.
"I'm really curious, can I tell you?" Huang said, drinking wine and testing.
"There's nothing bad to say." The waiter sighed and explained to Huang, "It's just a rumor, more like a legend."
The waiter's words aroused Huang's interest. He held a drink and leaned on the desk with his hands to listen.
"My family has been keeping this wine stall from generation to generation. It was once a prosperous place, but then natural disasters and man-made disasters gradually made it desolate."
"My father once told me before he died that this is the place where our ancestors ascended to heaven. I think my father was sick and confused at that time, so he talked nonsense."
The waiter smiled bitterly: "After so many years, I have never seen anything strange. Maybe my father lied to me, hoping that I can guard the family business and pass it on from generation to generation."
"Feathering and ascending?"
Huang took a deep look at the waiter. At this moment, Huang was no longer sleepy: "I think your ancestor is an immortal and powerful person. I wonder if he has left a name?"
"Ancestor, my name is one word, Keng." The waiter drank herbal tea and complained casually: "My family name is Peng, I don't know whether it is true or not, but it is passed down this way."
"Haha, I admire you for your quick words."
At this time, Huang smiled meaningfully and said: "Logically speaking, these are the secrets of my little brother's family. The ancestors must ask for them to be kept secret. Why would my little brother tell me?"
It's a taboo in personal relationships to make shallow and deep conversations. The waiter's ability to survive here and open a wine stall is by no means as simple as it seems.
Although he looks young, he has been polished into an old fox by life, and he is a stupid young man who has been eaten away by the world without leaving any bones.
"You are the first guest who is willing to sit down and listen to my chatter." The waiter looked at Huang, his tone still calm: "And my family has been passed down from generation to generation, and now I have not married a wife and have children."
"The guests have also seen that this place is deserted. It is not certain whether I will leave any descendants in this life."
"I'm afraid to tell you that one day I will take this legend underground..."
While drinking, Huang couldn't help but fall silent.
He did not expect that he would meet a descendant of Peng Zu at a wine stall in the wilderness.
According to rumors, Peng Zu was famous for his longevity. He was the great-great-grandson of Emperor Zhuanxu and the son of Lu Zhong.
According to legend, Peng Zu was already over 700 years old when he became the doctor of Yin, but he did not age at all.
He often took water osmanthus mica powder and mijiao powder. He was good at the technique in the room and guided the flow of qi. He passed it on to Cai Nu, King Yin and others, and then traveled around the world and became an immortal.
Although I don't know whether it is true or not, I still miss it. Such a person can be called a god.
Making plans in his mind, Huang showed a bright smile on his face and said to the waiter: "Brother, do you plan to stay here for the rest of your life and not go see the prosperity of the world?"
"Don't you want to continue the Peng family lineage and let this lineage be cut off?"
"Yes I do!"
There was a hint of desire on the waiter's face, but then he slowly calmed down: "How can future generations dare to violate the teachings of our ancestors? Although I am down and out, I am not an unfilial person."
"I once heard that there are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having an heir!" Huang said seductively, and his tone became urgent: "Compared with staying here, passing on the family legacy is more important!"
"Peng Zu was a senior official of the Yin Shang Dynasty. It is now the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Hundreds of years have passed, and the number of people in the Peng family has become so thin that only my younger brother is left."
"In the Central Plains, prosperous descendants are what our ancestors want."
The waiter was silent. He had already finished his cup of herbal tea. He sat at the door without making any movement. Huang was also silent and did not disturb him.
It always takes a certain amount of time to break and rebuild inherent concepts.
After a long time, the waiter sighed: "I have no talents. If I leave here, where can I go in this huge world?"
