Han Feng was so drunk that he slept for a long time.

One day and two days...... He was always lying on the bed, snoring twice from time to time, with a silly smile on his face, and he didn't know what he was dreaming about, and he looked very happy.

If it weren't for his ruddy face and good spirits, Pan Long would have been so anxious that he would have jumped to his feet.

"Why have you been drunk for so long after drinking this gourd wine?"

"Could it be that the so-called 'ten years of life extension' is actually ten years of sleep in one breath?"

He was a little worried and couldn't help but talk to himself.

According to the legend of another world, there is an immortal named Chen Tuan Ancestor, who is a sleeping expert. It is known as sleeping 3,000 and taking 800 naps, and sleeping for months, years or even longer at every turn. Relying on this method similar to hibernation, this immortal lived for many, many years, from the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, and he really lived a long life.

If Han Feng slept like this for ten years......

"It's going to get bedsores, right?"

When he slept on the fifth day, Pan Long couldn't help but ask a guy to help bring hot water and wipe the kid. Han Feng slept like a dead pig, and when he wiped his body with a hot towel, he was still snoring!

The guy was also dumbfounded, and asked, "This little boy...... What disease did he have?"

"God knows. Pan Long asked rhetorically, "What do you see?"

"The villain saw that his face was ruddy and his body was full of alcohol, isn't he drunk?"

"Pretty much. ”

"That'...... Why is it that when you are drunk, you will be drunk for so long?"

Pan Long rolled his eyes: "If I knew why, I would have thought of a way!"

"Do you want a doctor?" the guy asked.

"Do you know a doctor who can cure this?"

The guy thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Forget it, the little boy's situation is stable. Horizontal and vertical is nothing but sleeping...... Just let him sleep. ”

So Han Feng continued to sleep.

When he woke up, it was night, and he saw an oil lamp lit on the table, and Pan Long was sitting listlessly next to him, dozing off.

"Ah, Brother Long, are you drunk too?" he asked subconsciously.

Pan Long was startled and jumped up.

"You're finally awake!"

"Huh, did I sleep for a long time?"

"It's not very long...... Exactly ten days. Pan Long sighed, "Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, if you don't wake up today, you can be regarded as sleeping for a year." ”

Han Feng was taken aback and jumped up: "I slept for ten days?!"

"That's right. Fortunately, I haven't slept for ten years. ”

“...... Why do you think I'm going to sleep for ten years?"

"Ten years of life extension, ten years of sleep in one breath, isn't that ten years of life extended?"

Han Feng opened his mouth wide and was dumbfounded.

After a long time, he smiled and said, "Fortunately, I only slept for ten days! If I really slept for ten years, when I woke up, wouldn't my nephews be older than me......

His eldest brother, Han Shan, got married a few years ago and has a five-year-old son. And Han Feng himself is only fifteen years old, and his birthday is still young. If he really slept for ten years, there would really be a situation where his nephew was older than him.

Fortunately, he only slept for ten days.

The longevity spirit wine of the Lushan Mountain God is probably one day drunk and can live for an extra year.

When he woke up, Han Feng had not eaten or drunk for ten days, but he was not hungry or thirsty at all. The next morning, under the surprised gaze of his fellow men, he dragged Pan Long out shopping as if nothing had happened.

"I've already visited Wugong Town. Pan Long said helplessly, "I even know that from the west gate to the east gate, it is one thousand and forty-six steps, and from the south gate to the north gate, it is one thousand two hundred and thirty-three steps. I've been in every shop in the city, and I've seen every old tree...... Really, there's nothing to see!"

"Brother Long, are you still counting your steps? ”

Pan Long sighed and shook his head speechlessly.

But Han Feng is worthy of being a travel expert, and he was stunned to find a new attraction - starting this afternoon, the people of Wugong Town will light a bonfire in the small square in the center of the town, and the bonfire will burn until tomorrow morning, which means that next year will be just as prosperous.

"What's so nice about a campfire?" asked Pan Long.

"Wait a minute, there are still people singing operas. ”

Pan Long couldn't understand why Han Feng was so excited—was the drama interesting? Why would this kid be interested in the drama when he didn't even want to read the book?

But since Han Feng wants to watch the play, he also accompanies him to watch the play.

The drama sung today is "The Story of the Heavenly Sword". The author is Wen Chaogong, a famous dramatist in ancient times, and the era is probably in the early days of the establishment of the Great Xia Dynasty. The dramatist has written many well-known works, and his creative ability is truly outstanding. Someone has calculated that there are more than 40 plays that can be definitely composed by him, which can be called equivalent to writings.

"Heavenly Sword" is one of his most famous works, or a series. The first part is "Nine-Storied Pagoda", the second part is "Fairy Township", the third part is "Arrow of Life and Death", the fourth part is "Sword Duel", and the fifth part is "Kunlun Dream...... The storyline made Pan Long feel inexplicably familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere.

This is not the first time this has happened, I used to watch people sing operas in Dingfeng Town, singing the three legends of swordsmen also written by Wen Chaogong ("Shocking Knife", "Talking and Laughing Knife", "Lonely Knife"), Xianfan Siji ("Tianhe", "Splitting Mountain", "Sifan", "Yellow Robe"), the familiarity is even stronger, so strong that he wonders if this is his hometown.

But whether it is his fellow countryman or not, this old gentleman Wen has been dead for many years, and it has nothing to do with him.

Unless this old gentleman can die without dying, as long as there are descendants who remember him and sing his poems, he may come back from the dead, otherwise even if he once left a will, it is impossible to inherit the inheritance to himself.

According to the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty, both wills and contracts could only be valid until fifty years after the death of the parties. And this literary legend has been dead for more than twenty and fifty years......

From three o'clock in the afternoon to eight o'clock in the evening, the troupe sang one paragraph after another, and in the end, it was all sung.

It's not early, the troupe also has to rest, and they also have to prepare for the New Year.

Not only the opera troupe has to celebrate the New Year, but everyone has to celebrate the New Year.

"The last part is really good!" On the way back to the inn, Han Feng said happily, "It's much better than the troupe that went to Dingfeng Town to sing opera!"

He danced with his hands, and from time to time he drew his sword and swung it a few times, imitating the movements of the characters in the play: "As soon as you sing a few words, you can make people feel the atmosphere in the story, and after listening to it for a long time, you even feel as if you have entered the play...... It's wonderful!"

Pan Long smiled and nodded, he had a similar feeling just now.

But he knew that it was not the high level of performance at all, but that the performer's mental strength was different from ordinary people, and when he was engrossed in the performance, his will radiated and infected the ordinary people around him.

With such a strong spiritual will, the strength must be extraordinary, either a master of cultivating Qimen martial arts, or a sorcerer.

(There is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger in this troupe, I can't imagine that a mediocre-looking troupe in Yongzhou has such a master!)

He sighed all the way back to the inn, ate supper, washed his face and feet and was about to sleep, suddenly felt that the night outside the window was unusually cool, and when he looked at it, he saw that the night sky was clear, and the stars did not even flicker, so bright that it seemed to be within reach.

(Huh?!)

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had some inspiration, and looked in the direction of the troupe, but saw that the troupe was stationed above the ground, and there was a faint aura hovering. The breath is neither dragon nor snake, the wings are extended, and there is a faint image of a literary bird.

(Could it be that I really guessed correctly, there are really sorcerers in their troupe, and this is a sorcerer practicing?)

(Or is there a bird demon hidden in this troupe, who is swallowing aura?)

He pondered for a moment, and then put it aside.

The breath is righteous but not evil, there is a smell of peace and warmth, obviously not harmful, no need to meddle.

After sleeping for a while, he was awakened by the sound of firecrackers coming from outside the window.

When I pushed the window and looked, I saw bonfires everywhere and the sound of firecrackers. Even at the door of the inn, the boss lit a bonfire, stuck bamboo poles into it, and burned it crackling.

"It's New Year!"

The exclamation came from the window next door, but Han Feng was also awakened and was sighing: "It's another year, I'm sixteen years old." ”

"Congratulations on being a year older. ”

"Brother Long, I always feel that something is not quite right. ”

"So what should I say?"

Han Feng thought for a while and shook his head: "I don't know either, it's just wrong." ”

He didn't talk about this topic anymore and asked, "Brother Long, what do you think Lao Li is ...... Are you home?"

"I should have arrived home without any problems. ”

"It's good to be able to go home for the Chinese New Year!"

"Yes, it was a good outcome for him to be able to go home with a sum of money and gifts after a few years of wandering. ”

"When are we going back to Dingfeng Town?"

Pan Long smiled: "Homesick?"

Han Feng's smile was a little shy: "Well, a little homesick." ”

"Yizhou is far away. Pan Long sighed lightly, "When I arrive in Yizhou, it is probably the season of spring flowers." Then if you delay anything, you may not have time to cross the Guimen Mountain before the heavy snow closes the mountain...... No matter how you calculate it, it is estimated that you will not be able to go home for the New Year until the year after tomorrow. ”

Han Feng also sighed lightly: "It's been two years at once, it's really not easy to break through the rivers and lakes!"

"yes, why else everyone says 'the rivers and lakes are far away'. ”

The two were silent for a while, and Han Feng said, "After we have been to Yizhou, let's go to Yangzhou to have a look." ”

"Aren't you going to want to go home?"

"From Yizhou, through Jingzhou, to Yangzhou...... Then go north, go to Qingzhou, then go to Zhongzhou, and finally turn back to Beidi from Jizhou. Han Feng looked at the starry sky and said faintly, "This circle is down, and I guess I should also perform the crown salute when I go home." When the time comes, I will marry a wife, have a few children, and spend the rest of my life writing books and writing down everything I have seen and heard along the way......"

He said with a dumb smile: "Brother Long, I'm planning to do this now, isn't it too early?"

"What's wrong with planning your life early?" Pan Long asked rhetorically.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with it...... Han Feng nodded and asked again, "Brother Long, what about you?"

"Me...... After sending you back to the Northlands, I'll probably continue to explore the rivers and lakes. When you cultivate to be innate, when will you go home. Pan Long said, "My grandfather is a congenital master, so is my father, and my mother may also break through the congenital." If I can't break through the innate and go back, I always feel inferior at home. ”

Han Feng laughed: "Then your son will be a lot younger than my son! ”

"What's wrong with that?"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with that. ”

This night, the two did not sleep again, but looked at the bonfires of every house outside the window, listened to the sound of firecrackers one after another, and chatted until dawn under the starry sky.