The carriage slowly left the city gate and went straight north along the official road. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The curtain of the carriage was removed, and Li Xianyuan sat in front of the carriage, holding the reins.

The groom was driven down by him at the city gate, and it was enough for one person to travel far away.

The clouds were lower, and the rain was heavier. The official road, which is already sparse with pedestrians, is even more unmanned. In the haze, the visibility is less than 50 feet.

The sound of raindrops crashing on the roof of the car was everywhere.

Li Xianyuan slowed down, and the carriage slowly moved along the official road. The speed is not fast, and it is impossible to go fifty miles in the dark at such a speed.

There is a pavilion not far away, a few horses outside the pavilion, and a few people standing in the pavilion, all wearing official uniforms.

"Lord Li, I won't send it far away!" the magistrate's shout passed through the rain curtain and came from afar.

When Li Xianyuan heard this, he stood up and bowed his hand over there.

It wasn't until he walked out of Baizhang that Li Xianyuan sat down and unfolded the sheepskin map.

A hundred miles ahead is Wuling County, and the rain can't stop in a short time, and it will never be there before dark.

There was a foothold halfway through, about thirty miles ahead. It's just that...... It was a righteous village.

Yizhuang, a place for the dead. Those who do not find a good place to be buried, who die in a foreign land, and who are poor and have no funeral, will be temporarily put in Yizhuang.

If it was a previous life, it would have been just corpses. But this is the world of mythology. In other words, if it is said that there are no ghosts and no stiffness in Yizhuang, the lords of the government will not believe it.

The carriage jolted slightly, and a little rain was poured into the carriage by the wind, which woke up Li Xianyuan.

Setting out on the road unprepared is really stupid. I thought I had a fever and burned my head, and I had some faint ideas.

Now that I am sober, it is too late to regret it, so I can only move on.

Li Xianyuan has ink in his belly, as long as he writes the world, there will not be too much danger on the road. The identity of the marquis of Guan Nei and the jade plate allowed him to get some convenience.

He was a little cold, I don't know if it was due to illness or rain. Li Xianyuan took out the child's robe in the baggage and put it on, only to feel a little better.

The carriage was brought from the county government. Suitable for long walks, some wind and rain are not enough to rush the way.

Li Xianyuan leaned on the carriage and let the horse-drawn carriage move along the official road, and suddenly felt a little tired, so he closed his eyes and took a nap.

I don't know how long it took, Li Xianyuan opened his eyes, his head was dizzy, and he felt very uncomfortable.

It was the first time he had been sick when he came here.

Li Xianyuan blinked a few times and found something abnormal. No matter whether you open your eyes or close your eyes, it is pitch black all around, and you can't see your fingers.

Li Xianyuan smeared out of the carriage and finally faintly saw the surrounding scenery. For some reason, the carriage stopped on the side of the road, and there were dense woods on both sides, and there was no shop in front of the village or behind it.

The rain stopped for a while, and the dark clouds overhead did not disperse, and it would rain after a while.

It was really dim, and he could only see an outline when he stretched out his hand, Li Xianyuan had to summon the aura of Haoran, and the milky white mist slightly illuminated the surroundings, so as to take out the paper and pen in the baggage, and disperse the aura of Haoran.

The amount of Haoran Qi is limited, and consuming too much of it will make the mind ache and make it difficult to concentrate. Besides, who would use that mighty breath as a beacon......

Sasha -

The sound of the trees shaking and rubbing obscures the sound of brushes writing on rice paper. Li Xianyuan, who was sitting in the front of the car, suddenly stabbed his brows, and his pen sped up.

A touch of moonlight poured out, as if the clouds were opening and the sky was clear. But the sky was still cloudy, and the moonlight only poured down more than a dozen zhang around Li Xianyuan.

Countless twisted shadows could be seen in the moonlight, and their nearest ones had spread to the side of the carriage. Illuminated by the moonlight, they all twisted and retreated to both sides of the official road.

"What's that. ”

Li Xianyuan was slightly stunned, and continued to write without stopping in his hand.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown.

The poem is completed, and the moonlight is flourishing within a radius of more than ten zhang. Pouring around, the trees on both sides of the official road are just ordinary trees, rustling by the wind, and it is cool.

The famous silent night thoughts are only visions.

Li Xianyuan held a pen and paper in his hand and gently pulled the reins to let the carriage move on.

There is a difference here, and there is no delay.

I think that the entire big merchant can't find someone as extravagant as him, using vision poems as lighting tools.

At this time, it is still on the official road. And the big merchants and immortals attach great importance to the official way. They will not look for trouble with the big goblins that hide in the mountains or are harmless to the human race, and once they encounter the monsters that kill innocents indiscriminately and wreak havoc in places with human tracks such as official roads and villages, they will all be killed.

What's more, there are many demon immortals in the heavenly court, and they will make their disciples and grandchildren restrain their ferocity. Therefore, except for the fierce beasts that have just opened their minds, there are few monsters eating people.

The moonlight poured around the carriage and could still last for a while. It's just that this place is deserted, and you may not be able to find a post house. Li Xianyuan didn't even know where he was in the pipeline.

At first, the moonlight shrouded a radius of more than ten feet, and gradually weakened as time passed. Ten zhang, eight zhang, five zhang......

After a hundred breaths, the moonlight weakened to three zhang. The woods outside the official road are hidden in the dark. There seemed to be countless resentful eyes staring at it in the gloom.

It's weird everywhere. Li Xianyuan has the aura of Haoran to protect himself, and there are vision poems to disperse. Not to mention the illusory, but real merits of Buddhism. Which demon dares to find him without knowing whether he is alive or dead.

As if in response to Li Xianyuan's thoughts, a few ghost fires lit up in front of him.

The carriage was still moving forward, and the ghost fire was as big as a fist, faintly showing its outline.

It wasn't a ghost fire, it was a light.

Two lanterns are hung high by the door, and a bluestone road extends to the front of the door.

The carriage stopped in front of the bluestone path, and the vision of silent night thoughts disappeared completely.

Li Xianyuan put away the rice paper and stood up from the car to look over.

It's a strange building, and it's so boxy that it looks like a flat box. There are no windows on all sides, only the main entrance. Two lanterns are hung on the side of the door, one on the left and one on the right, and there are many white silk sticks at the main entrance, on which some charms are drawn.

The only thing marked on the map that matches this situation is ......

Yizhuang.

Ordinary people were already frightened and frightened when they saw this scene, but Li Xianyuan was slightly relieved. It's easy to know where to go.

Thinking that he was asleep, the carriage took him to Yizhuang, which was more than thirty miles away from Wuhou County.

The white silk hanging on the door was suddenly lifted, and a figure came out, still holding a wooden basin.

The figure splashed the water from the tub aside, and was about to turn back. Suddenly, I saw a carriage parked on the official road, and I couldn't help asking, "Is there a new pen?"

New pen?

Li Xianyuan was puzzled, and said: "I came from Wuhou County, and it was dark halfway through. I want to spend the night here. ”

"Staying overnight?" The figure held a wooden basin, dragged the clogs to the carriage under his feet, and looked up at Li Xianyuan.

The man was in his twenties, and he only had a beard that made him look much older.

"This son, do you know what kind of place I am. ”

Li Xianyuan replied indifferently: "Yizhuang." A place to put the dead. ”

"In that case, Childe, do you dare to spend the night?" the man asked, tilting his head.

Li Xianyuan nodded.