The truth of the matter is unknown, and there is no time to explore it now. After a general understanding of the customs of Chang'an, Lu Zheng immediately rushed to Huayin City by water through Weinan. Lao Yuanshu's life was approaching, and he insisted on refusing to continue to be hospitalized, but Zhang Yucheng couldn't help it, so he had to accompany him to live in the mountains of Kunshan.

The mountain is a branch of the Qinling Mountains, the terrain is steep, and it is deserted. Zhang Yucheng was inconvenient to come and go, so he couldn't come in person, and after learning the news, he asked Pan Zi to greet Lu Zheng in Huayin City.

At the Huayin City Railway Station, Pan Zi leaned against the door of a convenience store, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and guarding a rented noodle beside him. He smoked a cigarette and his eyes were fixed on the exit of the train station.

Seeing Lu Zheng coming out of the exit empty-handed, he hurriedly threw his cigarette butt and greeted him, looked left and right, and said in surprise: "Brother Lu, where is your luggage? I'll help you get it." ”

Lu Zheng smiled, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I never go out with luggage." Plates, how is the situation of Yucheng's master?"

Pan Zi only buys everything he needs when he goes out, and he is secretly speechless, and he is really rich and capricious. Hearing him ask about Lao Yuanshu's situation, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "This old man is quite mysterious, what do you say that the deadline is coming in seven days." But I saw that he was so strong that he ate more than I did. ”

"Oh?" Lu Zheng replied noncommittally and said, "Let's talk while we walk." ”

The entrance to the mountain is in the countryside, and the transportation is not very convenient, even if you drive a car, it will take a whole day. After chatting all the way, it was only in the evening that we arrived at an unknown town on the edge of the Kushan Mountains.

"Brother Lu, I have booked a room for you here, take a rest. ”

It is inconvenient to enter the mountain at night, mosquitoes, insects, rats and ants, maybe there are poisonous snakes and beasts, Lu Zheng doesn't care, but Pan Zi definitely can't stand this crime. The two had a full meal at the restaurant in the town and prepared to enter the mountain early tomorrow morning.

In the depths of the Mt. Kun, Qiyun Peak.

The cliff is huge, one finger is stuck in the sky, and there is only a steep road that leads to the top of the mountain side by side. At the end of the steep road, there is a mottled Taoist temple on the flat terrain of a thousand feet, the red paint has faded, and the green bricks are lonely.

The moon is like water, and the night fog is filled.

There is a coffin pit dug behind the temple, two cedars in front of it, and a small square table in the center. There was a copper-footed incense burner on the square table, and three incense sticks were inserted in the furnace. Glutinous rice chicken, water chestnut cake, fish maw, begonia mushroom and so on.

A bottle of aged Moutai wine, two fine porcelain tea bowls. Zhang Yucheng, wrapped in a military coat, sat cross-legged at the table and filled the two porcelain bowls with wine.

Opposite him sat a thin old man, slender and slender, like a straw. He was wearing a loose cotton robe, which looked empty. He folded his hands in his sleeves and stared at the sky silently without saying a word.

His face was also very thin, his chin was very pointed, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his face was pale, there was no bloodshot at all, a pair of small eyes were very small, the pain was dark and shiny, and he occupied almost the entire eye socket, and at first glance he looked like a zombie, eerie and terrifying.

Zhang Yucheng was not afraid at all, holding the wine bowl, and said with a sad face: "Master, these dishes are all the chefs of Fumanlou in the town, although they are not as authentic as Cantonese cuisine." But the ingredients are very fresh, so you can always try them. And this wine, I can't tell if it's real or fake, but the price is quite expensive. Come and try it. ”

"I would like to thank you for your twenty years of nurturing. Master, please drink this cup to the fullest. ”

"Hmm......" The old man rolled up his sleeves and nodded, his eyes retracted from the night sky, and his voice was hoarse: "Yucheng, let's save some money with this money." Master, I don't have any taste for what I eat now, and I spoil things. ”

"Then drink. Zhang Yucheng's eyes were sour, and he said astringently: "Master, don't you like to drink the most?"

"Hi. The old man smiled, shook his head, and said, "The master doesn't like to drink, but it's too boring to live." It's just a matter of drinking to drown your sorrows. ”

He shook his sleeves as he spoke, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all, smashed it and said, "This wine is not tasteless."

"If you don't agree with this Moutai, I'll let Pan Zi bring something else tomorrow. ”

"No need. Lao Yuanshu picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, clapped his hands and said: "It's not this wine that has no taste, it's the life of people." ”

In a stunned tone, he glanced at Zhang Yucheng lovingly, and grinned: "Yucheng, you don't have to be too sad." The master has you, a good apprentice, to support the elderly, and he will not be wronged in this life. ”

"This cup is a tribute to your twenty years of careful teaching, master, please drink this cup to your heart's content. ”

Zhang Yucheng picked up the wine bowl and drank it dry, and said with a crying voice: "Master, I can't bear you." ”

"Silly boy. Lao Yuanshu's stiff and pale face squeezed out a little smile and said: "Your life is very good, you have to cherish it, you know? Don't come back in the future. Now, your calamity has passed, and in the future, go home to see your parents, and be filial to them. ”

"Hmm. Zhang Yucheng couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.

"What are you crying about, it's useless. Lao Yuanshu turned his face and said: "Manly man, I'd rather shed blood than tears." You will have a princely atmosphere in the future, but don't fall into momentum and soften your mind. ”

Zhang Yucheng hurriedly wiped away his tears, thought about it and shook his head: "Master, I believe you say something else." You say that I have a princely atmosphere, isn't this a fool? I went into the mountains with you before I even finished elementary school, let alone a prince, and I couldn't even be a village chief. Besides, it's peaceful in this world, where are there any princes? There are monkeys in the zoo. ”

Lao Yuanshu smiled mysteriously and said, "In my master's life, I haven't seen it yet." ”

"I don't believe it anyway. Zhang Yucheng only laughed as a master, suddenly remembered something, and asked tentatively: "Master, tomorrow my boss will go into the mountain to see you old." I guess he might ask you to tell his fortune. You see......"

"I've already arranged this. Lao Yuanshu seemed to have known about it, and said with a solemn expression: "I started a hexagram yesterday, the hexagram is like a flying dragon in the sky, and the purple qi comes from the east." Your boss is definitely not a person, if I can get up this hexagram, if I can't, don't blame the master. ”

"The flying dragon is in the sky, and the purple qi is coming from the east?"

Zhang Yucheng was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he had heard such a hexagram mentioned by his master. He has studied Yili since he was a child, and he knows the meaning of these eight words very well.

Flying dragons and purple qi are all extremely luxurious, indicating that Lu Zheng's identity is extraordinary. He suddenly remembered the vision on Lu Zheng's body, pondered for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Master, have you ever seen an inhuman eye?"

"Inhuman eyes?" Lao Yuanshu's eyes widened suddenly, and his expression was surprised and a little fearful, and he said in a loud voice: "Have you seen it? Don't provoke people with inhuman purposes." ”

Zhang Yucheng smiled bitterly: "Master, you said it was late. My boss has a bad eye. ”

"What?"

Lao Yuanshu suddenly bounced up from the horse and exclaimed, "Is it true?"

"It's true!" Zhang Yucheng nodded firmly.

"The flying dragon is in the sky, not the eyes of people. Lao Yuanshu rubbed his hands in place anxiously, sweating on his forehead, his eyes were frightened, and he muttered to himself: "It's broken, it's broken, it's coming to the door." ”

Zhang Yucheng was taken aback by the appearance of the master, and said hurriedly: "Master, what came to the door?"

"Yucheng, Yucheng. You're going to be miserable this time. Lao Yuanshu slapped his thigh, his face was gloomy, and he sighed: "It must be the enemy who came to the door!"

"What enemy?"

"It's your boss, who is here to seek revenge. ”

Zhang Yucheng was confused when he heard this, and said in a daze: "It's impossible, right? Brother Lu is far away in Jiangcheng, and he hasn't even seen your people before, so why do you have any grudges?"

"I can't say a word or two about this. Lao Yuanshu's eyebrows were full of anxiety, his eyes were purring, and he said after a while: "Yucheng, you quickly pack up your things and leave." The master is a person who is going to die anyway, two days earlier and two days later, nothing to worry about. ”

"Master, what are you singing here?"

Zhang Yucheng looked confused.

"By the way, take the piece of jade from my bedroom. Don't come back in the future, during this period of the Chinese catastrophe, if you have the ability, go abroad to avoid the limelight. (To be continued.) )