"Now that the situation is pressing, there is no place in Huangshui City, it seems that at present, I can only go away and find a place to live!"

Wang Leng looked at the street scene of Huangshui City, although he had wandered in other places for many years, he also came back a few times from time to time to see everything in his hometown.

Now he is forced to be helpless, and he has to travel again, which makes him feel sad and miserable.

Until the afternoon of the next day, Wang Leng, who had left Huangshui City overnight, came to a mountain range.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and a touch of the remnant sun was like blood.

A few crows, "quacking", flew over his head, greeted the setting sun, and flew into the distance.

Seeing that it was getting dark, the mountain road was far away and difficult to travel, and Wang Leng, who was hungry and thirsty, planned to find a place to stay.

Fortunately, he had been to this endless mountain several times in his early years, and he was quite familiar with it, and knew that every day or so, there would be a mountain homestay inn.

Thinking back to the situation here, Wang Leng unconsciously quickened his pace, rushed into the door of an inn before the setting sun in front of the western mountain.

He was inside, eating, drinking, eating, drinking, and replenishing some dry food and water, and then rested a little, and hurried forward again.

Seeing that the sky is getting dark, and it is a vast mountain and wild place, all kinds of dangers under the night are self-evident.

But Wang Leng doesn't have much money, and he doesn't have extra hotels and taxis, so it's not that he doesn't want to, but his strength doesn't allow it.

If you want to rush to the next inn, you will probably get tomorrow noon, it seems that tonight he has to sleep in the mountains!

After walking for a long time, Wang Leng slowed down his pace slightly, and his eyes swept over his side from time to time.

A hillside was discovered, dotted with scattered wildflowers, and a faint fragrance wafted through the nose.

Smelling the fragrance of wild flowers, a trace of comfort appeared on Wang Leng's face, and his walking steps became brisk.

In the mountain season, the air is much cooler and wetter than at night outside the mountain.

In the current season, flowers are in full bloom in the park in Huangshui City, but only a few wildflowers can be seen in the mountains here.

"May buds are in full bloom and mountain wildflowers are in full bloom. ”

Wang Leng felt when he heard the flowers, and couldn't help but feel a lot of poetic emotion.

After turning a hill corner, suddenly there was a sound of a motor drifting in the wind.

"Da Da ......"

The roar of the motor is crisp and pleasant, as if it is like the sound of breaking the sky, floating in the empty and lonely mountains.

When Wang Leng heard this, he unconsciously narrowed his eyes, ignored it, and continued to walk his own way.

After walking for more than half an hour, the sound of the motor came and went, high and low, as if it had been accompanying the left and right.

Wang Leng looked at the night at this time, it was already dark, and it was estimated that it was more than eight o'clock in the evening.

He kept hurrying, and after more than two hours of unaware of it, he felt a little hungry in his stomach, and planned to stop his body, find a place to live, and take out dry food to wrap his stomach by the way.

At this moment, Wang Leng suddenly heard the sound of the motor much closer, and faintly, he also heard a familiar sound.

"Da Da ......"

It seemed to be a scattered roar of the motor, which resounded through the mountains and wilderness, and it was unusually deafening and annoying.

As soon as he heard it coming, Wang Leng had already heard the source of the sound of the motor, and guessed that someone was riding a motorcycle on a night road.

This made his heart rise with anticipation, hoping to take a ride and spend the cold night in the mountains.

"The years are quiet, and the floating life is like drifting away. When you drink half a lot, you dream of bliss. There is a lot of sorrow in the world, but I can live in peace. Everyone mourns and suffers, how can they hate the heavens......"

And at this moment, in the dark mountains, someone suddenly sang a poem.

His poems are calm and peaceful, with a lot of profound meaning, but the voice of the person who resides the poem is a little old and hoarse.

After only listening to the first few sentences, Wang Leng heard some charm from them, and had a kind of consciousness of putting aside vulgar thoughts and opening his heart.

However, as he lowered his head in contemplation, he began to walk, and his speed became slower and slower. When he was about to lift it, he had already deviated from the original mountain path.

Wang Leng originally wanted to stop and find a place to live, but at this moment, he saw that he had unconsciously come to a strange valley, and looked around to carefully observe the situation.

As the saying goes, the night is full of dangers, and Wang Leng, who is in the mountains and wilderness, only wants a cave, which can shelter from the wind and rain!

However, the sound of the motor before was still "clicking", echoing in his ears.

Wang Leng turned his head to look at the road, and saw an old man wearing a Taoist crown and a Taoist robe, riding a flaming red mountain motorcycle, turning from the corner of the mountain.

At a cursory glance, Wang Leng found that this old man was of medium stature, with white beard and hair, and he was about sixty years old.

But after Wang Leng approached, he took a closer look, and found that the old man was wearing a beige cardigan casual suit and white sports net shoes, fashionable and trendy.

His face is ruddy and clear, revealing an ethereal atmosphere, which looks like an old man in his sixties, and he is clearly a middle-aged man in his forties.

Wang Leng was surprised when he saw this, and couldn't help but feel a little curious about this old man who suddenly appeared.

When the old man saw someone, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, but then his face turned red, probably feeling a little embarrassed by the poetry he had just sung unwillingly.

Wang Leng walked a few steps to him, clasped his hands into fists and said, "In such a wild place, where did you come from?"

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly stopped the motorcycle and said, "The poor road has nothing to do, why is the donor here?"

As he spoke, the old man's right leg was raised high and he slowly got off the motorcycle.

But when the old man fell to the ground, he probably stepped under his legs, stumbled, and almost fell.

Fortunately, Wang Leng took a step forward, grabbed one of his arms, and said, "You are always careful!"

"When people are old, their hands and feet are not good for ......"

The old man laughed at himself in his mouth, and then added: "Riding on the mountain road for half a day, the bones in the body are about to fall apart, and people can't accept old age!"

After Wang Leng heard this, he smiled slightly, and said secretly in his heart: "It is human nature to be insincere, and if you don't think of such a person who looks like a fairy and has a bit of a fairy style, you can't avoid vulgarity!"

After some deliberation in his heart, he said to the old man: "Now that it is getting late, it is better for the Taoist to stop, rest for one night, and hurry again tomorrow, how about it?"

The old man listened to him, looked up at the sky, nodded, and patted the fuel tank cap of the mountain bike.

"Old man, go find a place to rest yourself!"

Strange to say, the motorcycle seemed to be quite spiritual, after listening to the old man's words, the motor roared, and the sound of da-da-da, immediately shook the night sky of the mountains.

In an instant, the four fields echoed, and I saw a red-hot motorcycle, roaring and running into the distance.

Such a magical and psychic motorcycle made Wang Leng, who was watching on the sidelines, couldn't help but be amazed, and added a bad curiosity to the old man in front of him, which was amazing.

But now is not the time to ask for advice, you have to find a place to stay, so that you can rest for a day or two.

Next, Wang Leng helped the middle-aged Taoist priest and walked around the valley, and finally found a small cave that could shelter from the wind and rain.

Before going to sleep, Wang Leng found the opportunity to ask the old man a lot of things.

I didn't know that after they chatted, they didn't have the slightest sleep!