The mountain path, the weeds are slightly yellow, the fallen leaves are flying, the ground is bleak, and the breeze is a little cool.

In the barren mountains and forests, there is a tea shop next to the path.

The simple thatched roof, several sets of old wooden tables and chairs, and the blue and white porcelain pots, the tea may also be cold. A small apricot yellow flag flutters in the wind on the eaves, and the flag is the pattern of the stove

This picture is like the legend of the rivers and lakes, the kind of green forest and strong road stop, where many contradictions and disputes often erupt.

In the tea shop.

An old man with a hunchback and a goat's beard was squatting under the stove, boiling hot water and a freshly chopped firewood beside him.

The old man suddenly looked up, and a young man's clear voice came from a distance, breaking the cold silence.

"Old man, can I rest here?"

Ye Ling walked along the mountain road into the mountains, and finally saw this roadside tea shop.

The goat's beard was an old man, dressed in poor linen clothes, his hair was tied into an ancient bun, his head was lowered, and he walked over with his back on his back, which was not as high as Ye Ling's chest.

"Young man, it's hard to travel, come in and rest for a while, hot tea and pasta are available here. ”

"Okay, please serve me a pot of hot tea. ”

Ye Ling walked in in response, picked a slightly clean seat to sit in, his eyes swept over the slashing marks of the knife and axe on the table without showing any traces, and the slight smell of blood wafted on the tip of his nose.

It looks like a black shop.

The tea boiled quickly.

Ye Ling poured a cup of tea, glanced at it, didn't drink it, and asked as usual: "Old man, your tea smells so fragrant, how much does the tea sell for?"

When he left Lingbi City, in order to travel conveniently, he went to get some banknotes in case of emergency.

"Don't need money, it's a difficult and dangerous journey, I'll give you something to drink for free." ”

The goat-bearded old man raised his head and replied, his voice very hoarse.

Ye Ling saw the old man's face clearly at this time, his eyes were sunken, and the bags under his eyes were as heavy as lying silkworms, with a hint of kindness, but his face was scorched and old.

"Then ...... Thank you. ”

Ye Ling smiled and picked up the teacup, staring at the sharp tea leaves in the teacup, which were fragrant.

Don't want money?

So what do you want?

He was thinking like this, when a burst of heroic laughter suddenly came from outside the shop.

"Shopkeeper, a pot of good wine, two catties of beef!"

A scholar in a green shirt with a face like jade and a bookcase on his back walked up along the mountain road, in his twenties, holding a paper folding fan with a landscape pattern, with a graceful demeanor and extraordinary bearing.

Dressed in such an ancient style, like an old man with a goat's beard, if he is not a monster, he is a cultivator.

"There's no good wine, no beef, just free tea and pasta. ”

The old man with the goat's beard replied, his attitude was actually not good.

"In the middle of nowhere, it's no wonder that monsters breed. ”

The scholar in the green shirt muttered in a low voice, and replied loudly: "Then just serve some tea and pasta, I have been on the road for a day, and I am hungry." ”

The scholar in the green shirt walked straight into the tea shop, looked around, and suddenly sat opposite Ye Ling, closed the paper fan, and put the bookbox behind him on the ground.

"Hmph, shopkeeper, it's time to replace the items in your tea shop, it's unappetizing to eat. ”

The green-shirted scholar covered his fingernails on the table and pulled out some bloody residues, and sneered.

The old man with the goat's beard did not answer, as if he had not heard, and had heard, but did not want to answer. He was concentrating on stuffing wood into the stove, and noodles were boiling in the iron pot, and there was the sound of boiling water bubbles.

Ye Ling glanced left and right, and asked the green-shirted scholar sitting opposite.

"Friend, we know each other?"

There were four or five seats in the tea shop, but the scholar in the green shirt was squeezed into the same table as him.

"Of course we don't know each other. ”

The scholar in the green shirt smiled faintly, glanced at the old man with goat beard squatting on the ground in the distance, stretched out his head and whispered to Ye Ling, "But I'm saving your life." ”

Ye Ling narrowed his eyes and asked out loud, "Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?"

"Mirror Lake Song family, Song Zhili. ”

The scholar in the green shirt picked up the folding fan, spread out the folding fan in his hand, pointed to a red seal and said: "Have you heard of the leader of the Wen......dao in the land of Jingchu?"

"I haven't heard of it. ”

Ye Ling was puzzled when he heard this, and shook his head honestly.

He knows some about the Tongcheng Long family and the Kamakura City Bai family, but he has never heard of the Song family in Mirror Lake City, and it is probably a famous family of cultivators in the realm of mountains and seas.

"You're a young person who has just cultivated, the kind with no background at home?"

Song Zhili, a scholar in a green shirt, was stunned, and said to himself: "Do you know where this mountain road leads to the vicious realm? Without an adult to lead the way, you dare to run alone and run into the deep mountains and old forests?"

Song Zhili said as he spoke, and suddenly looked at Ye Ling in surprise, with a look of disbelief: "I didn't notice it when I was far away just now, but now sitting next to you, I can feel it, what a heavy yang energy......! What kind of blow did you suffer? Deliberately came to the mountains to die?"

Unless you deliberately use the mountain and sea technique of surveying the breath, you can only detect the breath of yang energy if you get closer.

Yang Qi is so heavy, don't stay in a city with many mortals, hide traces, eat bear heart and leopard gall, and prefer to play in the mountains?

"Eh, I'm just here to play in the mountains, and it's not as serious as you said, right?"

Ye Ling looked at Song Zhili, who was startled, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"You said it wasn't serious, I said you were dying, and you didn't know it. ”

Song Zhili raised his chin at the goat-bearded old man in the distance.

"Do you see something wrong?"

"The shopkeeper ...... Very kind. ”

Ye Ling opened his mouth, not knowing why.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved. ”

Song Zhili shook his head repeatedly, and said in his heart This young man must be traveling for the first time, and he is stunned, you think that the tea is free, but in fact, the demon is harmful.

Not much.

A pot of new tea and a bowl of somen noodles are served at the same time, steaming hot and full of aroma.

The goat-bearded old man stood aside, looked at the slightest amount of tea in the teacup, and reminded Ye Ling.

"Guest officer, the tea doesn't taste good when it's cold. ”

Seeing this, Song Zhili raised his foot under the table and gently kicked Ye Ling's calf.

Ye Ling looked at it with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Zhili picked up the plain noodles twice with bamboo chopsticks, sneered, and vigorously covered the big bowl on the table, the juice splashed, the big sleeves flipped over the blue and white teapot, stood up suddenly, and scolded the old man with goat beard.

"You little devil blocking the road, Tai Sui's head is groundbreaking, dare to harm us?!"

In the tea shop, the atmosphere is frozen at this moment, and the needles can be heard.

The noodle soup mixed with tea dripped down the cracks of the wooden table, and the sound was dripping in people's ears.

A few seconds later.

"What do you mean, officer?"

The old man with goat's beard stared at the messy table, his face was ugly, and he asked, "Do you know how the dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know what the good people do?"

"You're a demon!"

Song Zhili's expression was cold, he raised the paper fan, grabbed the void with his other hand, and held a big golden character, which was full of treasure and soul.

Town!

This big golden character, the pen is strong, the shining person can't open his eyes, there is a power to suppress the demon and evil spread, and the light illuminates the thin face of the goat-bearded old man.

Wendao Mountains and Seas: Town!

Song Zhili hugged Yuan Shouyi, snorted coldly, held the word town, and pressed it against the old man's forehead.

"No!"

The old man's face quickly distorted, his body trembled in pain, and blue smoke rose in an instant.

But before the suppression, there was no way to escape, a pair of cloudy old eyes were full of sadness, and he could only watch the big golden characters attack in a daze.

Something has changed.

In front of the old man's eyes.

An arm poked out of nowhere, and the palm of his hand accurately grabbed Song Zhili's wrist in mid-air.

"Song Zhili, forget it, let him go. ”

Song Zhili's mask was frosty, and his arm struggled to break free, but he found that the palm of his hand was unbreakable like iron, and it was actually stable, so strong!

His arm suddenly erupted with an astonishing amount of energy, and he shook violently, wrestling again.

But then he found that the palm of his hand was suddenly hot and terrifying, like a ball of flame, and the skin of the thorn was so painful that the energy in his arm turned into nothingness.

Song Zhili turned his head to look at him in surprise, and his handsome face was gloomy.

"Friend, you're with the demons?"

Ye Ling smiled, picked up the tea cup on the table with the other hand, raised his head and drank a fine light, and turned the empty tea cup over to Song Zhili.

"Look, after drinking this tea, it's fine. ”

In fact, it's not just fine, it's fine.

Ye Ling's crystal brightness seemed to have been washed by divine water, transparent like a dark gem, folded and shining, but the brilliance was quickly restrained, and his eyes seemed to be blessed with a kind of divine power.

Seeing this, Song Zhili looked suspicious, and the big golden characters clenched between his palms weakened slightly.

"Kindly save you, you want to kill me with mountain and sea techniques! You scholar is so rude, and you have learned moral articles in the belly of a dog?!"

The old man with the goatee exhausted all his strength, and finally broke free at this moment, regained control of his body, and scolded loudly: "That's it, that's it, you scholar, you want to go to the end of this road, kill yourself, no one cares about you!"

As soon as the words fell, cracks cracked in the ground.

The goat-bearded old man took the opportunity to turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear into the ground. Then the entire pantry shook, as if turning into a thin piece of white paper, and the structure quickly split into countless parts, following the cracks in the surface and into the ground.

The light of day suddenly poured over the two of them.

The ground was empty, and the pantry seemed to have never been seen in this place.

Song Zhili's eyes were confused, his mouth grew in surprise, and the sudden reversal made him very puzzled.

"What's the situation? This demon is helping us?"

Ye Ling glanced at the teacup in his hand, and thanked him with a smile on the ground.

"Thank you Lord Land for your tea hospitality. ”

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Legend of the Ram": "The society is also the owner of the land." ”

Legend has it that the god of the land originated from the ancient shrine god, who was the god who managed a small piece of land, and his mana was not profound, and his heart was usually very kind.

The land god likes to transform the image of the old man to dispel evil spirits, avoid disasters, and pray for blessings for passers-by.

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