Yunmeng Fuxin Chapter Twenty-Eight The Young Man in White Yunmeng Riding a Horse (Ask for Collection.)
The northern part of Yunmengze.
Thousands of winding roads are continuous, some mountain roads are criss-crossed, folded for several miles, and violently separated, it is really a natural danger, the Yunmeng land boundary is surrounded, at first glance, it seems that a thousand stone dragons hovering here, the atmosphere is magnificent and abnormal, if ordinary people see it, they will inexplicably have that solemn meaning in their hearts, and even more, they kneel down on the spot and pray for their wishes.
Because it is the periphery, there are often pedestrians walking around.
Regardless of which one of the thousands of winding roads stands, looking up, you can see the hanging waterfall on the top of the cloud dream like the heavenly river pouring down, straight through the clouds, colorful, the sun into the eyes of the glow, there are also clouds and cranes flapping their wings and soaring slowly, which makes people all sigh at the shocking spectacle of the ghostly workmanship.
Often lead some people from the rivers and lakes, literati and saucy guests to come here, a look at the masterpiece of the sky with a thousand feelings, the literati inscribed poems and songs, adding another ink color to Yun Mengze, among which the most widely circulated, is a down-and-out scholar, stepping on the dragon road to see the top of the clouds, I have all the knowledge to watch the Tianhe. Asked the world's most cloudy dreams, sighing the sky's one of the shocking guests.
Even ordinary people are familiar with one or two, the folk have teachers and masters, and the rivers and lakes have storytellers to sing, and gradually, it has been widely spread.
Even if it makes people look at it, they also know that this Yunmengze is a dangerous situation in the world, except for watching from afar on the periphery, there are very few people who dare to enter the mountain, and no one will despise their own lives for the sake of feasting their eyes, and it is not necessary to draw it.
Ordinary people will not enter the mountain, and the people in the rivers and lakes do not dare to enter too deeply, just because the rumors of the strange beast are also well known, and ordinary people often use it to coax children to be obedient, if they are disobedient, then scare them, and say that they will throw you into Yunmengze, and ordinary children will obediently listen to the words of adults after hearing it, and they are very afraid of this strange beast of Yunmengze!
The scorching sun hangs in the south, one of the thousands of winding roads, two people and two horses, leisurely and slow.
A person in white clothes is better than snow, carrying a pair of silver swords behind him, wearing a hat on his head, and the white gauze hangs down to cover his face, as if he is a lovely beauty under the white veil, not easy to show people, giving people a kind of mystery, making people think about it.
The other man, on the other hand, looked a little more cheesy, dressed in a gray linen robe, and was also neat and decent, holding a topaz hairpin in his bun, his hair was already half-white, with a pinch of loose beard, grinning, his face was full of folds, and a mouthful of yellow teeth were exposed.
He spoke from time to time, stretched out his fingers and pointed in all directions, gushing endlessly, spitting stars hanging on his loose beard, which was wiped off by him, and continued: "If you want me to say, this Yunmengze is also okay on the periphery, in fact, there is nothing to see inside, except that the mountain is a tree, or grass, those on the rivers and lakes who boast that the scenery in the mountain is infinitely good, are all bullshit, they have never been to this mountain at all, they know nonsense." ”
The yellow-toothed old man looked a little respectful to the young man in white who was riding the horse side by side, just like the master and servant went out to play in the mountains and rivers together, and he explained the scenery to the master on one side.
The young man in white didn't seem to be in the mood, and he didn't agree or refute the words of the yellow-toothed old man, but when he drove the horse forward slowly, his white-clothed posture was a little lazy and gently swayed.
The yellow-toothed old man's face tightened, and when he saw that he didn't say a word, he suddenly felt melancholy, it's been two days since he came out, and the young master is still depressed, how should this be?
He pointed ahead, raised his head and said: "Young master, look, that is the top of Yunmeng, the world only knows any one of the thousand curved dragon paths, you can see the river falling that day, in fact, it is because there is a waterfall on each side of the top of Yunmeng, and it is not a stroke of heaven, it is arranged by the sages of the Yunhai Immortal Gate with great means." ”
The yellow-toothed old man squirmed the corners of his mouth and continued: "In the eyes of ordinary people, what kind of heavenly river is it, but everyone who knows knows that those four waterfalls are the mountain protection array of the Yunhai Immortal Gate, it seems to be called 'Four Tides Hanging Sky', anyway, it is a name that doesn't sound like the name of the formation. ”
He wiped the corners of his mouth, as if he was deliberately provoking the interest of the young master in his mouth, but the young man in white was not moved at all, and let the yellow-toothed old man chatter non-stop, and he didn't think that his words disturbed the purity of his ears.
The yellow-toothed old man seemed to be used to talking to himself, and the young master beside him still said:
"Right now, we are in the north of the Yunhai Immortal Gate, and I heard that a waterfall here is used by the disciples of the Yunhai Immortal Sect at home, and the disciples with low cultivation realms can use this waterfall to climb to the top of the clouds or come down from the top of the clouds.
If you want me to say, except for the elders in charge of the sect, they all have to use this waterfall to go up and down, I don't know what the sages of their Yunhai Immortal Gate think, if it weren't for this waterfall in front of us, few of their Yunhai Immortal Men would be able to go up, if this waterfall is broken one day, then there will be a lot of excitement. ”
The yellow-toothed old man grinned after speaking, and the smiling thief was honest and kind.
After a while.
The voice of the young man in white came out of the white yarn, and he didn't discuss the scenery along the way with him, but just called softly: "Liusan." ”
"Hey, young master. ”
"You say, is that old thing my own?"
The young man in white shook his body while waiting for the old servant named Liusan to answer.
The yellow-toothed old man was a little stunned after hearing this, and his face twitched twice inadvertently, what the young master asked was really not easy to answer.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the young man in white turned his head to look at him, and after a while, the young man in white suddenly realized that he laughed.
Seeing his young master like this, the yellow-toothed old man couldn't help but smile and said: "I understand what the young master means, I dare to pack the ticket, the young master is definitely born to the master, this can't run, the young master should not be cranky, be happy, just go out to enjoy the mountains and rivers." ”
The young man in white laughed and said, "Is it biological, who knows? Is there such a father in the world? That is, my mother is gone, otherwise, that old thing dares to do this to me?"
Seeing that his young master was full of resentment, the yellow-toothed old man didn't know what to say for a while, thinking about it, he had lived for half a hundred years, and he really hadn't seen that father treat his children like this.
Two days ago, the wind and snow flirted with the women of the good family, and the city was full of wind and rain.
There are millions of people in the huge Wuxiang City, and I don't know how this news spread, so that the whole city knows about it, young and old, women and children.
The golden king of the city, that is, the father of the young man in white, immediately issued a royal decree to personally drive the wind back to the snow out of Wuxiang City, this practice, won the support of the people of the city, all praised the city lord for his selflessness and righteousness, and for a time the king of Liujin was like a god in Wuxiang City, and the prestige and faith could overshadow the temple with incense in the east of the city.
However, those in the know, except for the young man in white himself, is the yellow-toothed old man.
At the moment of the incident, the young master was obviously playing games with the little maid at home, and the yellow-toothed old man himself was watching from the sidelines, so what kind of molesting a woman from a good family was clearly framed!
It wasn't until the two of them were driven out of Wuxiang City by the young man's father that his father said, son, it's all for your own good, go out and practice, and in the future, your father can rest assured that this Wuxiang City will be handed over to you, and told the old man with yellow teeth to take care of the young man, otherwise, then cut it off by himself.
Thinking about it now, this old thing is really not necessarily the young master's own, experience is experience, what to do according to a stigma, no wonder the young master has been against that old thing since he was a child, this kind of father is not good for anyone.
"Liusan, according to our speed, how long will it take to pass through this Yunmengze, and Young Master Ben doesn't want to stay here for a moment. The young man in white said coldly.
Especially when he saw the top of the cloud dream, he thought that when he was a child, the old thing had to force him to go to the Yunhai Immortal Gate to practice, but fortunately, he met the master and gave him a sword, otherwise, how boring and boring it would be to blow the cold wind on the top of the clouds.
The old man with yellow teeth thought for a while, looked ahead and said: "If it is slow, it will take about five or six days, and if it is a horse, it should be around dark to pass through the periphery of this cloud dream." ”
"Drive!"
When the young man heard this, he drank a deep sigh and rode his horse forward.
The yellow-toothed old man shouted behind him, "Young master, wait for me!" With the reins in his hand, he clamped his legs and chased after him.
On the Qianqu Dragon Road, two people and two horses, one in front of the other, shuttled through the forest road and mountains.