Walking out of Yixian a few miles away, the old yellow man's face was still a little worried, and he didn't know if he was worried that the demon of the tree doctor would return. Chen Fusheng sat upright in the sedan chair, and put the black yarn back on, just like when he first met. It's just that all the way at this time, the people of Lonely Whistling Heights had to part ways with them, and they were a little lonely.

When the group passed by the sinkhole again, the soldiers stationed there did not know each other in the slightest, but watched them intently with a kind of vigilance to examine strangers. The old yellow head couldn't help laughing at himself: "In mundane things, but a few clouds have changed their faces, but the old man didn't expect it, ashamed and ashamed." ”

Chen Fusheng, who was sitting in a sedan chair, was not affected by this, but softly hummed the poem that had been widely circulated in the distance of the setting sun, "Standing on the top of the mountain and shaking in all directions, ten thousand households come to the court and are busy all day long." The moon and the stars are drunk alone, and a child returns to his hometown. ”

Gu Xing opened the carriage curtain and looked at Chen Fusheng's sedan chair, and saw that the corners of Aunt Han's eyes were a little moist, and I don't know if I remembered the past in my heart in this poem. Yi Nanxing, who was holding the whip in front of the carriage, raised his hand heavily, and the two tall horses neighed in pain, and the horses' hooves were much faster.

The old yellow head naturally understood what Yi Nanxing said, so he sat down, tilted his head and put his hands on his knees, and asked, "Hey, Brother Yi, which one is Chen Xiaozi reading?" Why haven't I heard of it? ”

The fierce horse neighed harshly again, causing the second girl to quickly cover her ears, and did not forget to mutter, "Uncle Yi, take it easy." ”

Gu Xing lowered the curtain and met Wei Wuji's gaze. He has been cultivating in Yixian Restaurant for many days, but only later did he hear about the thrilling of these days, and he couldn't help but sigh. When Gu Xing retracted his gaze, he heard Yi Nanxing reluctantly reply: "I don't know if you know, 'Sunset Eight Buckets'?" ”

When the old yellow head heard this, he immediately became interested, put all the displeasure just now behind him, sat up straight, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "I don't know, please also ask Brother Yi for advice." ”

This scene was clearly seen by Aunt Han, who was following the sedan chair, and seeing that Yi Nanxing was really lacking in interest, she laughed softly and contemptuously: "Yo, isn't Senior Huang known as knowing astronomy and geography, and is also proficient in the art of yin and yang?" How could he not even have heard of this 'Sunset Eight Buckets' that resounded through the Nine Abysses? ”

The old yellow head was full of smiles, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but turn red, and after coughing a few times, he said: "The old man has always known very little about this dance and ink, so I don't know if Xiaohan can teach him?" ”

Gu Xing burst out laughing, although he couldn't see the face of the old yellow head, but he could imagine his serious nonsense face, which was really hilarious. The second girl also chuckled when she heard this, and when she looked down, she saw Wei Wuji looking at her stupidly, and she turned her head away and stopped looking at her.

Gu Xing naturally saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't mean to break it, but instead spoke aggressively, "Senior, it seems that there is also a little ink in the chest, and there are seven bucket talents." ”

This sentence made Aunt Han, Yi Nanxing and Chen Fusheng laugh wildly, and they couldn't stop at all. The old yellow head was confused and didn't know what to mean. The second girl really couldn't stand it, so she spoke out to solve her doubts, "Grandpa Huang, the elder brother of the Gu family said that you have seven buckets in your chest, but you are missing one bucket, and you don't have any buckets." ”

The old yellow head pondered for a long time and suddenly realized, gritted his teeth and said: "Gu boy, you can only count on the old man now, the old man will not show mercy to such a trick." As he spoke, he was about to lift the curtain and rush in to teach Gu Xing a lesson, but was pulled by Yi Nanxing, "You are so old, don't you feel disrespectful to your old age?" ”

Aunt Han naturally won't let go of this opportunity, "That's right, old yellow head, look at the folds on your face, it's almost catching up with the ravines of Mobei, and it's not ashamed to say it." The two sang and harmonized, like a husband singing with a wife, which made the old yellow man's face red and white for a while, and he didn't feel dumb.

Chen Fusheng gradually restrained his smile and was busy playing the round, "Senior Huang, Aunt Han and Uncle Yi's 'Sunset Eight Buckets' are exactly below. At that time, I had won fame, but my father didn't want me to get involved in officialdom, so I fell back to Rifeng to inherit the family business. ”

The old yellow head moved when he heard the sound, Chen Fusheng gave the steps at this time, so naturally he couldn't let it go, so he immediately laughed loudly: "Ouch, Chen boy, yes, 'Cai Gao Badou' originally said you." ”

Aunt Han couldn't help but roll her eyes again, and sneered: "Some people still know 'only eight buckets', but they don't have a single bucket." The old yellow head pretended not to hear it, and took out the cigarette stick and began to smoke again.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the sunset in the sky pulled a long shadow, enveloping several people. Gu Xing lifted the curtain and looked into the distance, in the distance, there might be someone waiting for him. Chen Fusheng coughed lightly a few times and said, "After walking for about two hours, there will be an inn, when we will rest for one night, and then we will continue to travel tomorrow." ”

The old yellow head looked a little indifferent, just squinting his eyes and smoking a dry cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking. Aunt Han's hands were tightly clasped together, a little hesitant but she looked like she wanted to say something. Chen Fusheng raised his hand to open the sedan curtain and asked softly, "Does Aunt Han have something on her mind?" ”

Hearing Chen Fusheng's question, Aunt Han was suddenly shocked, then smiled awkwardly and shook her head. Chen Fusheng no longer insisted, put down the curtain and ordered: "Speed up your journey and arrive before dark." ”

With a wave of Yi Nanxing's swing arm, the two fiery horses neighed again, and their hooves flew like flies, and they began to run. Chen Fusheng's eight sedan chair drivers were not to be outdone, and followed the carriage quickly, without falling behind at all. The old yellow head finished his addiction, inserted the cigarette stick back into his waist, and asked quietly: "Brother Yi, is there an old man ahead?" ”

This question was too straightforward, Yi Nanxing didn't hear it, and didn't mean to pay attention to the old yellow head. Gu Xing lifted the curtain at this time, patted the old yellow man's shoulder, and motioned for him to come in and talk. The old yellow head squinted at Yi Nanxing, and when he saw that this person still looked like a living person would not enter, he suddenly withdrew his gaze and got into the carriage.

At this time, Wei Wuji, who was lying in the carriage, had been helped up by Gu Xing, and he had regained some strength, and said in a still weak tone: "There are indeed rumors in the inn in front, and the people who have been there for many years have never returned. ”

The old yellow man's face sank when he heard this, and then he grinned again: "What do you say?" The old man hasn't heard a story for a long time, you kid has to talk about it. ”

Gu Xing just heard Wei Wuji lightly mention it just now, and he didn't take it to heart. Calling the old yellow head in is just to continue to make him embarrassed and save some verbal disputes, he alone can not match the double reed of Aunt Han and Yi Nanxing.

At this time, listening to Wei Wuji talk about it again, his already somewhat pale face actually had a little fear, and the hand holding the inner edge of the carriage began to tremble slightly, I don't know if it was the bumps in the road to get here, or the story to be told next was too unbelievable, which made him feel uneasy.

The old yellow head was anxious, and couldn't help urging continuously, but the second girl glared at the old yellow head fiercely. The old yellow head shut up, just looked at the second girl with blank eyes, as if begging for mercy. Gu Xing looked at the two of them like this, and there was a warmth in his heart, it turned out that this old yellow head really regarded the second girl as a granddaughter, so he would be so spoiled, and even a look would care so much.

Wei Wuji was still adjusting his mentality, he gradually adapted to the bumps of the carriage, and the whole person began to squat down and curl up together, and then slowly spoke: "I also listened to what the elders in the east of the village said, I don't know if it's true or not. It's just that none of the relatives who have gone out of the village to try their luck have come back over the years, so the more and more mysterious it has become. ”

The old yellow head wanted to speak, but when he saw that the second girl was staring at him, he closed his mouth suddenly, took out a dry tobacco stick and put it in his mouth, and listened silently.

Gu Xing took the opportunity to pass the water bladder, took out a piece of baked cake and handed it to Wei Wuji, and said softly: "You must be hungry, eat something first, speak slowly, don't worry." Wei Wuji took the water bladder and the baked cake, and began to bite it in a big gulp, as if he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he was a little gobbling it up.

The old yellow head saw that he was eating so deliciously, and subconsciously touched his stomach. The second girl burst out laughing, took out a somewhat cold steamed bun from behind her, and handed it to the old yellow head, "Eat, don't be hungry." ”

"Hey!" The old yellow head smiled and sighed, took the steamed bun and began to eat it in a big gulp. Gu Xing didn't have the slightest appetite, just watched the two gobble up, waiting anxiously for what would happen next.

Wei Wuji stuffed the baked cake into his stomach three times and divided five by two, and poured a few mouthfuls of water, Xu was a little anxious to drink, and coughed violently a few times. I hurriedly poured a few more sips, swallowed the food that was still in my throat, and then gave a long burp and recovered some vitality.

The steamed buns in the old yellow man's hand were not finished, Xu was a little reluctant, and carefully stuffed the few remaining steamed buns into his arms, patted them, and then wiped them on both sides of his shirt and looked at Wei Wuji.

Wei Wuji clenched the water bladder with both hands, stabilized his mind and continued: "Listening to the elders in the east of the village, many years ago, it took about half a month to travel from Luoyang, the eastern capital, to Caozhou. From the east gate of Luoyang, all the way to the east, to pass through Mengzhou, Xuancheng, Bianzhou, Kuiyang, our Yixian is the only place to pass through this trip. ”

The old yellow head was a little puzzled when he heard this, so he casually asked, "What does this have to do with what you want to talk about?" ”

Gu Xing moved his position and leaned to Lao Huangtou's side, "What Little Brother Wei means is that people who come and go to do business have to pass through Yi County, so they can hear many rumors and know some legends that have not been recorded. That's what it means, right? ”

Gu Xing said and looked at Wei Wuji with a smile in his eyes. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the cover of a book between his clothes, revealing it. Gu Xing remained silent, stretched out his hand and asked Wei Wuji for a water bladder, the latter subconsciously leaned back, and saw that Gu Xing had no malicious intent, so he handed the water bladder over. His hands were interlaced and he nodded a little dazedly.

The second girl naturally understood that both of them were eager to know the situation ahead from Wei Wuji's mouth, but they were a little in a hurry. This word by word made the poor man who had experienced a terrible tragedy inevitably feel a little uneasy in his heart. So he bowed down to Wei Wuji and said with a smile, "Don't worry, speak slowly." ”

Wei Wuji looked at the bright smile of the second girl, and after being slightly stunned, he slowly stabilized his body and smiled back. The old yellow head was about to get up, but the carriage was bumpy, and he happened to be held in his arms by Gu Xing, which made the second girl laugh.

The atmosphere in the carriage gradually eased, but the expressions of the three people outside the carriage became more and more solemn......