Volume 1: The revenge of killing his father has not yet been avenged, and he fled to Beizhou with a Buddhist secret Chapter 47 Coming to the door

About half an hour later.

On a winding intestine in Yunlan City, Shen Yichen and Hu Jinliang were trotting all the way, and the two took turns carrying an iron tool wrapped in a tarpaulin, which was the real treasure that Liu Fu wanted to sell to Chen Zhiye.

This real treasure is called "mixed yuan iron plow", a real treasure of character, and I don't know why it is sold so badly, not just a tool for plowing the field, this iron plough was sold for as many as 100,000 real coins.

However, Shen Yichen didn't think too much, let's go to the seller's destination first, and the two walked on the street outside Liu's mansion under the scorching sun, Yunlan City during the day was not as prosperous as it was at night.

"How long will it take to go, this Chen Zhiye is also a strange master, isn't it good to live in the city? If you want to live in the south of the city, we estimate that it will take an hour to walk!"

Hu Jinliang was carrying a heavy "mixed yuan iron plow" while wiping his sweat and complaining.

Shen Yichen turned his head to look at him with a smile and said, "It's almost, look at your tiredness, I'll help you carry a while." ”

Hu Jinliang looked delighted and said gratefully: "Hehe, thank you." ”

So the two of them took turns carrying the "mixed yuan iron plow", rotating every fifteen minutes, fortunately they took on this task together, otherwise it would be really difficult for a person to carry such a heavy real treasure and go so far.

The sun slowly climbed into the air, and it was already noon at this time, and the scorching sun stinged people to get up, but Shen Yichen and the others still took turns carrying extremely heavy iron tools, and walked slowly between the sheep intestine paths.

The neighborhoods on both sides of the street are gradually becoming fewer and fewer, and it seems that Shen Yichen and the others have begun to walk out of the center of Yunlan City, and gradually move towards the location in the south of the city, so that the destination is not far away.

"It's the south of the city over there, and the old gentleman named Chen Zhiye should be around there. Shen Yichen took a deep breath and lifted the "mixed yuan iron plow" behind him, and his pace gradually accelerated.

At this time, Hu Jinliang also cheered up and strode towards the location in the south of the city.

The south of Yunlan City is a relatively remote place, but fortunately, Yunlan City is not large, and the area is the smallest of the five major cities, and the buyer named Chen Zhiye lives in seclusion in the south of the city.

The two of them quickened their pace to the south of the city, where there were no neighborhoods or streets, but there were many green trees and wooden houses, and the vivid scenery was even dispelled a little by the scorching sun.

"It's here. ”

Shen Yichen threw down the heavy "mixed yuan iron plow" with a "bang", which made him breathe a sigh of relief, the wooden house in front of him had been searched by the two for a long time, and now this simple wooden house should be Chen Zhiye's residence.

Hu Jinliang cleared his throat, his fat face was smiling, his fat fingers were slightly bent, and he gently knocked three times in front of the wooden door:

Knock knock.

"Is Mr. Chen here?" asked Hu Jinliang in a smiling and honest voice.

No one answered.

Hu Jinliang adjusted his voice again, and knocked three times again:

Knock knock.

"Is Your Excellency here?" Shen Yichen also shouted helping.

Still no one responded.

Hu Jinliang frowned slightly, wouldn't that Chen Zhiye not be at home? If this is the case, wouldn't the two of them come for nothing today? Thinking of this, Hu Jinliang's heart rose a little uneasy, and his mood became a little anxious.

So Hu Jinliang knocked six times again: knock!

Still no one opened the door.

This annoyed Hu Jinliang, and just as he was about to kick the wooden door open, suddenly the wooden door "creaked" open, and an old man with a gloomy face appeared in front of him.

The old man twisted a string of Buddha beads in his hand, a pair of thin palms kept turning Buddha beads, his eyes were gloomy and old, and the wrinkles of the years climbed up the old man's face, looking like an old dragon clock.

Shen Yichen looked at the old man cautiously, the old man was dressed in gray, and the dead gray clothes highlighted the old man's eccentric character, which couldn't help but make Shen Yichen's eyelids jump: People who live in seclusion are so weird...

The old man put his dry hand on the door frame, ready to close the door at any time to send off guests, he stared at Hu Jinliang vigilantly, and asked gloomily, "Who is it?"

Hu Jinliang hurriedly withdrew the foot that was about to kick the door, and smiled at the old man: "Ah, is it Mr. Chen Zhiye?"

The old man didn't answer, even if he acquiesced, he still looked at Hu Jinliang coldly, obviously wanting Hu Jinliang to report his identity first.

Shen Yichen stepped forward, clasped his fists at the old man and said with a smile: "Shen Yichen, his name is Hu Jinliang, we are apprentices of the Liu Mansion, and we want to visit Your Excellency." ”

The old man's gaze stabbed Shen Yichen again, he looked at the iron behind him without a trace, and said with a strange smile: "Visit me?"

The old man's sentence of "selling iron" made Shen Yichen stunned for a moment, this old man called Chen Zhiye had really vicious eyes, and the "iron" he was talking about should be the "mixed yuan iron plow".

Just when Shen Yichen was running his brain, racking his brains to think about how to explain, the wooden door suddenly closed with a "bang".

The old man was too lazy to deal with Shen Yichen and the others, so he directly issued an eviction order, and closed the door decisively without saying a word, leaving these two people alone in the scorching sun.

Hu Jinliang was closed, he looked at the wooden door that was closed again, and thought of the old man who was walking away at this time, and suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "This old man Chen is too unreasonable! We have been gone for so long, and this old man actually drove people away directly? I'm so angry!"

Shen Yichen was also helpless, so he had to propose: "Why don't you discuss it first, how can you let him buy this iron plow." ”

Hu Jinliang sat on the ground with his head downcast: "Alas, I think it's a problem to be able to enter the house, and I will be kicked out by that weird old man anyway." ”

Just when the two of them were at a loss, Hu Jinliang suddenly spoke again and said resolutely: "No, the boiled duck can't fly like this, let's wait here, I don't believe that the old man won't open the door!"

Shen Yichen nodded with a wry smile, there was indeed no better way, so the two of them sat on the ground, put the "mixed yuan iron plow" under the buttocks, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and recuperated.

Time passed quickly, the scorching sun at noon had already set, dusk was quietly coming, Shen Yichen looked at the top of the mountain that was red for half the sky, and couldn't help but feel a little drowsy.

The wooden door was still tightly closed, and the old man named Zhiye still didn't want to open the door, Shen Yichen and the others had to sit outside the door and stare dryly.

While cultivating, Shen Yichen secretly sighed in his heart: "This Chen Zhiye is really a stubborn old man, it's really not a way to go on like this..."

Just when Shen Yichen was halfway through thinking alone, he suddenly heard a piece of pipa music in the distance.

The music was melodious and poignant, and he couldn't help but withdraw from the cultivation state, and couldn't help but look at the source of the sound.

Shen Yichen stared at a hillside in the south of the city stupidly, and muttered: "Hu Jinliang, have you heard... The sound of the lute?"

Hu Jinliang also seemed to hear this pipa music, and the poignant music came from the distant hillside.

I saw the grassy slope in the south of the city, and I could vaguely see a girl in white yarn, looming and sitting on the hillside, stroking the piano with her jade hand, twisting it lightly, like a fairy.

The two of them were fascinated by the obsession, and the boredom of being turned away vanished, and at this time, the sun gradually set back into the mountains, and the moon hung high in the sky.