On the way to Tiandu Mountain, I passed through a small town, Tianjiao found a carriage, and the coachman was an old man, who looked more kind and had a loud voice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Out of town, the coachman whipped up and drove, singing from time to time. Tianjiao sat in the open carriage, and her mood was much better.

The bag of silver money that Murong Chong threw at her was enough for her to go to Tiandu Mountain to do a coil. She clutched her purse, her heart full of gratitude. Unexpectedly, Murong Chong, who looked cold and extraordinary, was very delicate in his thoughts, and he was even more compassionate.

"Brother Long, in front of you is Overlord Village, I have to rest there tonight." The coachman's voice interrupted Tianjiao's thoughts.

"Overlord Village! How could there be such a name? Tianjiao thought it was incredible. Last time, he and Murong Chong went to Tiandu Mountain, taking the official plank road, and it was an official post station all the way. Ordinary people are not allowed to take that plank road, this time the path is completely different, which makes her curious and uncertain.

"Let's not make trouble in peace, rest for one night and leave, what are you afraid of." The coachman's whip snapped, and the afterglow of the setting sun gilded the village road in front of him. Tianjiao felt that the coachman avoided the important and seemed unwilling to answer her questions, and she didn't want to ask more. Holding his throat and saying that a man speaks, he is afraid that he will be exposed if he talks too much.

The road to Tiandu Mountain goes straight from the Bawangzhuang, and there are towering mountains on both sides, so it seems that you can only enter the Bawangzhuang head-on.

From a distance, I saw the tall bamboo and wood gatehouse, hanging a log gold plaque, and the three words of Bawangzhuang were strong and powerful. Looking at the penmanship, you can know that the calligraphy is old and spicy, not like the book written by the villagers in the village.

"Get out of the car!" Zhuang Ding stood on the gatehouse, shouting loudly, startling Tianjiao. Where is this Zhuangzi, how does it feel like a place where thieves gather.

"Uncle, we're passing by." The coachman jumped out of the car and greeted Zhuang Ding with a smile on his face.

"Get out of the car, and the toll is a thousand dollars. What prohibited items can be carried in the car? Zhuang Ding looked around.

Tianjiao got out of the car, and the carriage could be seen through at a glance, empty as a wilderness. Zhuang Ding was a little disappointed, and slapped the old coachman, "What to do over there, you must know that the road to Bawangzhuang is more difficult!" Zhuang Ding stretched out his hands to the old coachman.

The old coachman looked at Tianjiao.

Tianjiao realized at this time that she hired a car at that time, and other coachmen were reluctant to take the job when they heard that they were going to the direction of Tiandu Mountain. Only the old coachman looked at her pleading and asked her what she was going to do there, and she remembered the words of the fat sister-in-law of Chaliao, so she said that she was going to look for relatives. The old coachman took the job because he saw her pitiful. It turns out that there will be such troubles on the way.

Tianjiao pinched the money bag, took out the silver money and handed it to Zhuang Ding. Zhuang Ding waved them over. Tianjiao just wanted to climb into the car, but Zhuang Ding stopped them again and pointed to the notice posted on the gatehouse.

"Have you seen this man?"

There was a portrait painted on the notice, and Tianjiao recognized it as Yanshu at a glance. She shook her head, and the old coachman's head shook like a wave.

"Also, how can you such a rough man see such a beauty! The Great Shadow King has a reward of one million dollars, if you want to find this person, if you see it, you will get rich, do you still need to be so shabby? Let's go, remember to go to the ghost building on the side of the mountain to rest, the cui'an fairy boudoir is already full of people. ”

"Why are you talking to them about this? Do you think they look like they can afford to live in the emerald shore? The Cui'an fairy boudoir has always been a distinguished guest. Another family member walked over and drove Tianjiao and the old coachman away with disgust.

"These Zhuang Ding are so arrogant!" Tianjiao looked back at the gatehouse that was gradually moving away, and then saw that the structure of the gatehouse was like an arched green dragon. She was secretly surprised.

"The owner of the Overlord Village is a relative of the royal family, and he doesn't even need to pay taxes, can he not be arrogant! The people in the village don't have to do anything, as long as they guard this road, they will be rich. The old coachman lowered his voice, and searched around with his eyes, for fear of being heard and causing trouble.

On both sides of the hillside, neat houses are built one after another, which will raise the smoke of the family, and the stone steps built up the mountain lead to the house at the highest point of the mountain, and the pieces of gold are splendid.

"Is it the royal prince of Dayou?" Tianjiao wondered, how could Murong Chong tolerate such a domineering and rude relative? Is this the self-proclaimed king of the separatist side?

"This old man can't tell clearly, this seems to be a place where there are three things, neither to Dayou, nor to Beiyan and Xishu. It has been a special place for thousands of years. Fortunately, the owner of the village does not cause trouble, and the villagers in the village are self-sufficient, and the king of Dayou turns a blind eye to him! ”

While talking, I arrived at the inn called the ghost building on the side of the mountain in Zhuang Ding's mouth, which turned out to be a house on the mountain in the innermost. The black roof beams and columns are indeed gloomy.

The old coachman patted the pillar and said to Tianjiao: "Don't look at this pillar ugly, but it is a good material that can withstand the wind and frost for thousands of years and is not afraid of insects and ants." ”

Tianjiao also saw that the blackened pillars had gone through time, and this was indeed a place with a story.

"Cough~" Tianjiao turned around, and there was a tall man standing in front of him, holding an abacus in his hand, and his eyelids were not raised, "How many days are you going to stay?" How many rooms do you want to live in, do you want a queen bed or a bunk on the floor? ”

Tianjiao looked curiously at the strange big feet under her robe, and the man looked up, a little displeased, "Did you not hear what I said or pretended not to hear?" If you don't stay in the store, please go out and turn left and go straight, and you will not send off guests. The man turned and walked away.

"Don't! Doesn't moving forward now send us to death? The old coachman was in a hurry and grabbed the big-footed man.

"Stay in the hotel, stay for one night, and leave early tomorrow morning." Tianjiao found that the people here were all extraordinary people and didn't want to cause trouble.

"Tomorrow at the beginning of the day or at the hour of the hour? The hour of the child is counted as today, the hour of the hour is counted as tomorrow, today is counted as one night, and five hundred dollars will be collected, and tomorrow it will be counted as a thousand dollars. What do you see? The big-footed man pulled loudly.

Tianjiao's head exploded when she heard it, "I'll leave tomorrow, here you go." "Tianjiao threw a thousand dollars to the big-footed man.

"How is that enough? One person costs five hundred dollars a day, and the two of you cost two thousand dollars for two days in a room. ”

"Okay, it's all for you, you don't have to look for it, you want two rooms, prepare the meal tomorrow morning, and then prepare some dry food." Tianjiao simply threw the money bag to the big-footed man, and the big-footed man weighed it, and suddenly smiled all over his face.

After nibbling on some dry food, Tianjiao climbed into bed. The ears listen to the movement outside, except for the sound of the wind, which is the cry of restless birds and beasts at night.

Tomorrow I have to ask the old coachman to hurry up, and at sunset he can go to the riverside to Jing Lake, and then change to a boat. You can send the old coachman back. As for what to do with the old coachman's return trip, she can't control it.

There was a rustling of footsteps in the wind, although it was very light, but it still couldn't escape Tianjiao's ears. Footsteps were coming into her room, and she quickly got up to blow out the candles, and hid in the shadows behind the bed, staring at the window with bated breath for a moment.

Sure enough, the sound disappeared by the window, and it seemed that someone was snooping in. Although she couldn't see the figure, Tianjiao felt that there was a woman outside the window.

(To be continued.) )