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Yang Zheng was turning over and getting on the horse, and when he heard this, he hurriedly stopped his movements, turned around and said with a smile: "Is there anything else with the old man?"

The old man stretched out his thin right hand, and at the speed of Yang Zheng's stunned, he put the ingot of broken silver into his arms, and coughed twice before saying, "The old man Guan Gongzi has an anxious look on his face, could it be that he is looking for something?"

Yang Zheng's heart moved when he heard this, he glanced at the old man, and said, "My husband has good eyesight, he is indeed looking for something below?"

The old man glanced at him, seemed to look at Yang Zheng a little pleasing to the eye, and said, "I don't know what the son is looking for, but it's on the edge of the West Lake?"

Yang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then his face was happy, and he said in his heart: "Yes, why didn't I think of it? This old man makes a living by selling arts, and he is very familiar with this West Lake.

"Uncle, but is this from the West Lake?" Yang Zheng hurriedly asked.

The old man replied: "I have lived on this West Lake for more than 40 years, are you considered a West Lake person?"

Yang Zheng was overjoyed and said secretly: "God help me?" After a pause, he said: "Don't hide it from my father-in-law, Xiao Ke is indeed looking for something today, but this West Lake is too big, and I have found nothing by relying on the two of us, if my husband can give me some pointers, then it is really the best?"

The old man smiled, his expression was a little proud, he glanced at Yang Zheng and said: "I have never listened attentively in this Yuewang Temple on weekdays, and no one has ever listened attentively It's still the first one, it's rare that the son also gave the old man silver, this respect for the old man's heart, but the old man's song is not worth so much silver, and the old man has no broken silver, seeing the anxious look on the child's face, he thought that the son must be looking for something, and then he remembered if he could help, and it could be regarded as a favor?"

Yang Zheng was overjoyed and said: "Thank you for your help!" After a pause, he began to get to the point: "Don't hide it from my father-in-law, I have a friend who was captured by one of my opponents, and I learned from the letterhead left by the other party that it was in the West Lake area, so I came to look for it before, but this West Lake is too big and has no direction for a while?"

The old man nodded and said: "This West Lake was originally just a small lake, since the Sui Dynasty in the sixth year of the great cause of Emperor Yang of Sui, dug the Jiangnan Canal, connected with the North Canal, and communicated the five major water systems in the north and south, this West Lake suddenly became lively, and the emperors of the later dynasties have built a lot, so as to form today's West Lake, the son wants to find someone on this West Lake, if there is no clue, this is too slim?"

Yang Zheng responded: "Yes, I think so too, no, I first found some clues before I came, but I didn't find it?"

"Clues, so Childe has a clue?" the old man asked with a frown.

Yang Zheng looked at the old man's face, nodded and said: "Don't hide it from the old man, if you want to say that this clue is really a little bit, the rice paper I used on the other side left me a message, I think that the West Lake is the place where the literati of the past dynasties gathered, and there are a lot of rice paper used on weekdays, and there are people who use rice paper to sell rice paper, so I used this to look for it, but unfortunately I didn't see half of it after looking for half a sound?

When the old man heard this, he immediately grinned and laughed, a trace of pride flashed between his eyebrows, and he said to Yang Zheng: "Childe's encounter with the old man today is also a kind of fate, the old man is not afraid to sue the son, if anyone knows where the rice paper is sold on this West Lake, except for the old man, I am afraid that there is no second person?"

"Oh, really?" Yang Zheng's heart jumped.

The old man nodded triumphantly.

Yang Zheng said: "Since the old man knows, can he tell him to save people, if he is the old man?"

Yang Zheng was about to say that he would give a good reward, but when he saw that the old man's face changed slightly, he hurriedly stopped talking.

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The old man nodded and said: "This rice paper making zuò is time-consuming and laborious, in addition to the best materials in Huizhou, followed by the Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions, this West Lake has been a place where literati have gathered since ancient times, there are a lot of poems and paintings, and there are a lot of rice paper needed, some businessmen see the business opportunities in this, and there are many people who sell rice paper on this West Lake, but the imperial court prohibits it, so the people who buy rice paper do not dare to be too ostentatious, and they are mostly hiding in hidden places?"

Yang Zheng nodded and said, "What the old man said is extremely true?"

The old man felt that Yang Zheng was quite appetizing, and he bowed his head and said: "If you want to say that you can sell rice paper, but it doesn't seem too bright, you can't see the ten views of the West Lake, and the old man has sold the piano art on the West Lake for more than 40 years, and you can see at a glance that your rice paper comes from the area of Manjuelong Temple south of the West Lake in Hangzhou, which is located in the natural village under the confrontation between the South Peak and the White Crane Peak south of the West Lake, and is a valley." If the dew is heavy, often sprinkled with the wind, dense as raindrops, in the laurel bushes of people, Mu "rain" is covered with incense, there is no interest, so it is called "Manlong Guiyu", the scenery is beautiful, there are many tourists on weekdays, and there is a village here, more than a dozen families in the village, are coolie people, pick feet in the city to catch the car, some run with the ship, the government also rarely comes to inquire, it is the most suitable to sell rice paper here?

Yang Zheng listened carefully, felt that this Li Fuda was very likely to be in Manlong, and was about to ask carefully, the old man seemed to remember something, and said to him: "There is also a temple in this village, which was built in the fourth year of Jin Tianfu after five generations, and was originally named Yuanxing Temple, and was changed to Manjue Temple in the second year of Zhiping in the Northern Song Dynasty. There is also rice paper trading in this temple, but it is an obscure thing, and the decay is only slightly heard of?"

Yang Zheng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he hurriedly asked, "Oh, does the old man know how to go to this temple?"

The old man stretched out his hand and gestured, and when he understood how to walk, he exhaled heavily.

There is a temple, and there is rice paper? It is still very hidden? With his feelings, Yang Zheng feels that Li Fuda is very likely to be in this temple this time?

hugged his fist at the old man and said, "Thank you for your advice, if it weren't for my father-in-law's righteous words, my husband and wife might not be able to find it if they were looking for three or five days?"

The old man laughed and said proudly: "Childe is polite, the old man has no ability, except for this huqin, he can sing a few songs, he really can't help Childe, speaking of which, Childe is still at a loss?"

Yang Zheng laughed and said: "My husband laughed, there is a blind man in my hometown who is the same as my father-in-law, holding a huqin in his hand, playing a tune that laypeople can't understand, and I don't know how many years he has been playing, until the moment when he is about to die, finally someone listened to his tune, only to be surprised that it sounds good, and then I want to listen to it, the song is not a pity that the person is not there, speaking of which I am not a loss, today I listen to the old man's tune is extremely moving, and the singing is even more beautiful, I think that the prince of Yue may not be able to sing "Man Jianghong" with you It's good, so it's still a loss?"

The old man was praised by him, and he was immediately very happy, and he opened his mouth and smiled: "Accept what you said, the old man will be true?"

Yang Zheng hugged his fists and said, "Should it be, should it be?" After speaking, he turned around, walked to Shen Yanqiu, turned over and lifted the reins of the horse, and galloped towards the Yuanxing Courtyard.

When the sound of the horse's hooves went far away, the old man withdrew his gaze, twisted his long beard and pondered for a while, before he gently pulled the huqin, and a melodious sound of the piano slowly flowed out, and the mouth that had already been covered by the beard opened it vigorously, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, poured out a breath, and sang: "Last night, the cold scorpion couldn't stop singing." Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches. Get up and walk around the stairs alone. People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.

The white head is famous. The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, blocking the return journey. I want to put my heart into Yaoqin. There are few bosom friends, who listens to the broken strings? It is actually "Little Heavy Mountain", the singing, and the sound of the piano are accompanied by the Sanskrit sound of the evening drum and morning bell in the Yuewang Temple, and they are scattered.

Yuanxing Courtyard is on a hill, the two of them feel that at the foot of the mountain, abandon their horses to climb the mountain, the two of them are strong in martial arts, it is not difficult to climb up such a small hill in the south of the Yangtze River, not to mention that the two of them still have swords in their hands, Yang Zheng waved his knife to open the way, and walked towards the mountain through thorns and thorns.

After walking for a while, Yang Zheng returned it, Shen Yanqiu was a little unbearable, she tossed for most of the night last night, and she didn't sleep until dawn, who knew that she hadn't been able to escape from Yang Zheng's Wuzhi Mountain after dawn, and was forced to come to Guanyin to sit on the lotus, and now she has been running around for most of the day, even if she has a good body, she is tired enough at this time.

Seeing that Shen Yanqiu's face was ugly, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and said softly: "Sister Qiu'er, how are you, why don't we take a break?"

Shen Yanqiu was worried about Xiao Yue in her heart, and she couldn't wait to go up the mountain immediately, where would she rest, she shook her head and said: "When I fell into the hands of Li Fuda, Xiao Yue saved me regardless of life and death, but now I am just going up a mountain, compared to the other people's original hard work, it is really nothing?"

"I can't see that this girl is quite righteous, I like it?" Yang Zheng sighed, and suddenly with a force of his right hand, he threw the Pu knife in his hand to the ground, and the Pu knife was extremely sharp, and when he heard the sound of "bang", the Pu knife cut off a small sapling and sank into the soil.

Shen Yanqiu was slightly stunned, and was about to ask, when she suddenly saw Yang Zheng coming over, bent down in front of her, bowed her body, turned her head and said with a smile: "My little heart liver spent energy last night for our happy life, and it was all because I was not good to blame, and it made Sister Qiu'er so tired, so I decided to carry my sister up the mountain on my back?"

"Carry me up the mountain?" Shen Yanqiu was slightly stunned, and then her heart welled up with joy.

(I'm very tired today, but the 10,000-word update is also written, and I gave it to you!