"I thought of the green mountains in my dreams

Don't spend time in the old city

The long pavilion is lonely

Listen sadly, the fourth sound

Slow and admonishable

Singing and pedestrians don't stop"

Qingya rode the wind all the way, walking and singing, his voice was ethereal and unrestrained, and his voice was roaring. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This song is one of his favorite ancient songs, free and natural, with far-reaching artistic conception, which is very suitable for his temperament, and he often sits alone and sings.

Qingya is not in a hurry, the speed is almost the same as the fast horse on the ground, the mountains stretch for hundreds of miles, the forest at the foot is forested, and the greenery is outstanding and comes into view, which makes the mood more enjoyable. Halfway through, Qingya suddenly felt a little tasteless in his mouth, touched the gourd on his waist, and his interior was empty, and he suddenly laughed dumbly, and when he turned in the direction, he landed down towards the mountains and forests.

There is only one official road in the mountain, which runs through the entire mountain range, and it is also the only way out connecting Qingquan Town with the outside world. The roads are all made of earth and rock, and because there are few people coming and going, no one has to repair and take care of them, and they are already muddy and rugged.

In the middle of the official road, there is a restaurant built on the street, which is a thatched house with two entrances, and the outhouse is used to entertain guests. The inner room is small, and the tavern owner is the owner. A place to live.

Due to the desertion of official roads, there are not many people coming and going, and the business of the tavern has always been very small.

"Old man, have a pot of wine."

At this moment, it was noon, the sun was scorching, and the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and a young man walked in, and he called out when he opened his mouth, it was Qingya.

Qingya shouted, sat down with him, but looked around curiously, it turned out that there were already many people in the room at the moment, occupying three large tables, as many as thirteen people.

Two of the large tables each sat five people, all of them were sturdy red-faced men, dressed in cloth armor, cotton robes, red boots, and a five-foot scimitar at their waists.

In the front of the center of the two tables, there were four other people, but two women and a middle-aged man.

Although one of the two women was also very handsome, with a face like a peach blossom, a high cloud bun, and a graceful figure, she was dressed in a strong outfit, and there was a silver long whip wrapped around her belt.

The other woman, who covered her face with a light veil and a pink dress, did not speak, but did not move, and occasionally coughed lightly, which made the people around her feel distressed.

As for the middle-aged man, he was dressed in a brocade robe, wearing a heavenly treasure, a golden dragon around his waist, and cloud boots on his feet, looking rich and noble, and he didn't know why he came to such a remote place.

However, this person's face was also kind, and he didn't care about the environment he was in, and when he saw Qingya's eyes turning, he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

The owner of the tavern is an old man in his sixties, not a local, and lives alone here. It is said that when he was young, he also had a personal family, but his family was robbed, and his parents and wife died tragically under the knife of the thief, but he entered the city and escaped without returning.

The old man has always wanted to avenge such a bitter hatred, but the gang of thieves are all strong in martial arts, and there are many powerful people, and even the government is helpless. After several attempts, not only did he not kill anyone, but he almost took his own life.

The old man was so sad that he fled from the place where he was so grieved, came here, opened this tavern, and stayed for more than a dozen springs and autumns.

"Objective, you're here." Qingya has been here a few times, but the wine in the Taoist temple is not enough to drink, and he was sent by the master to fight wine, and he is also familiar with the old man.

"Well, here we are. Everything is as usual, first two bowls of apricot blossom wine, and then fill this gourd. Qingya smiled slightly, unloaded the gourd from his waist, and handed it to the old man.

Qingya and his master love to drink two kinds of wine in their lives, one is the aged rice wine made by themselves, and the other is the apricot blossom wine here. Although this apricot blossom wine is not as sweet and bitter as rice wine, it has a unique sweetness and refreshing taste, and it also has a unique taste and an endless aftertaste.

"Okay." The old man took the gourd and drank it, turned around and walked into the back room.

After a while, the old man came out with a tray again, containing two large bowls of fragrant wine and a gourd full of wine, which were placed in front of Qingya.

Qingya didn't feel thirsty before, until he saw the wine, he suddenly felt dry, picked up the big bowl and drank it happily, there was no drip left in the bowl, and he was addicted.

"The old man took it, this is the money to buy wine."

Qingya took out a piece of broken silver, put it on the table, and pushed it to the old man.

"You can't help it, you're giving too much." The old man hurriedly excused himself.

"This kind of yellow and white thing is of no use to me, the old man should not refuse, he can accept it." Qingya persuaded, picked up the silver and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

When the old man saw that he refused, he didn't say anything more, thanked him repeatedly, and accepted the silver.

"Little brother is not only a generous drinker, but also kind-hearted, and I will toast you."

Qingya turned his head, and the person who spoke was the middle-aged man, who was holding a bowl and looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Haha, how can it be a cup, it's obviously a bowl. Please. Qingya laughed and picked up the big bowl as well.

"Haha, what the little brother said is right, come, and do this bowl." The middle-aged man also laughed, drank with Qingya in the air, and drank the wine in the bowl cleanly.

"It's really a good wine, sweet and pure, with a long aftertaste." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, put down the wine bowl, stood up and arched his hand at Qingya, and said, "In Xia Pengzong, passing through here, I don't know what the little brother is called." “

"Just call me Qingya." Qingya replied.

"Qingya, Qingya, Qingshan is reckless, the road is endless, good name, good name." Peng Zong said with a smile.

"Brother Peng has won the award, but it was called casually by the master, how can there be so much attention." Qingya smiled slightly and responded.

Peng Zong nodded, paused, and said: "It depends on the situation, Brother Qingya should be a local, I don't know where to go this time." “

"Let's go to White River City first."

"It's just my brother."

"Yes, I'm alone."

Peng Zong was slightly surprised, the official road here is not comparable to other places, it is located in the deep mountains and old forests, rugged and difficult to walk, not to mention, it is rumored that there are fierce beasts infested, the danger is tight, how dare this Qingya walk alone.

You know, they brought a full ten master guards with them before they dared to walk here.

"Ah, Brother Qingya is really courageous, admire and admire."

Qingya waved his hand, smiled and said, "What kind of courage is outstanding, it's just that I am a little familiar with this place." “

Peng Zong groaned slightly, thought for a while, stared at Qingya, and said, "In this case, I have a proposal, why don't you go with Qingya and see how it goes." ”

I heard Peng Zong add: "We have about ten master guards, but we are very unfamiliar with this place, and Brother Qingya is quite familiar with this place, but it is difficult to avoid danger, if you and I go together, wouldn't it be better." ”

However, without waiting for Qingya to answer, the woman in the power suit who had been frowning and silent on the side suddenly opened her mouth and said coldly: "Uncle, this is inappropriate, who knows where this kid comes from, how can he easily believe it"

Peng Zong shook his head and said in a low voice: "Xuan'er, you can rest assured, I have just observed that this little brother is indeed from this place, and he is also familiar with the old man in the tavern, not those people in disguise." What's more, this place is full of dangers, and with his guidance, we can pass through this place safely. ”

Seeing Peng Zong's resolute attitude, Peng Xuan'er didn't say much, but her eyes were cold, and she glanced at Qingya, with a strong warning in her eyes.

"Brother Qingya, don't blame, Xuan'er has this temper, and she has no other intentions." Peng Zong arched his hand to Qingya and said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay." Qingya waved his hand slightly, hung the gourd Fu on his waist again, and said: "Since the elder brother invited, it is not beautiful to refuse in the next place, so go together." ”

"Okay, okay, with Brother Qingya to guide the way, I'll wait for this trip to be safe all the way, without further ado, I'll wait for this to go." Peng Zong stroked his palms and laughed, greeted everyone behind him, and stood up.

Everyone did not hesitate and packed their bags and prepared to hit the road.

Peng Xuan'er and Qingya passed by, the other party's beautiful eyes were slight, his mouth opened slightly, and he said coldly: "Boy, you'd better not have any ghost ideas, otherwise, I will never let you have a good time." “

Qingya was stunned for a moment, looking at Peng Xuan'er's distant back, and smiled dumbly, but he didn't take it to heart.

After leaving the restaurant, the group immediately hit the road, and soon disappeared into the reckless mountains and forests.

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