At the end of the dance, the girl bowed to the crowd with the hem of her non-existent skirt, and was surrounded by several burly samurai in the unrestrained eyes of the men in the audience.

The maiden's dance brought the atmosphere of the bonfire to a new level, and the villagers cheered again, gulping and singing and laughing uncontrollably.

On the night, each of them is an immortal without scruples.

At the same time, on the other side of Yunzhou, in a village three hundred miles away at the foot of Yunhao Mountain, a man in a black cloak knocked on the door of an old man who lived alone.

How lively the wind and thunder village is, how desolate it is.

The old man in the house was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was the wind, but he still sat by the fire and ignored it, and waited for the door to ring three more times before he grabbed a short stick beside him and walked hesitantly to the door.

"Which one?" He asked hoarsely in pure Yunzhou Yayan.

"Passerby, I want to stay with you for one night, and I will be on the road early tomorrow morning, and I will never disturb you." Listening to the voice, there was a man in his early thirties, nearly forty outside the door.

The old man opened the door only a slit, and through the crack he observed the lean man who was a head taller than himself, who had lifted his hood and exposed his angular face to the moonlight, and there was some inconspicuous stubble on his chin, apparently he had been on his way for days.

"What are you doing here?" The old man is still reluctant to open the door, there are bandits in Yunzhou, especially if he lives alone, it is always right to be careful.

"I'm coming from the mirage, and I'm going to the Cloud Mountain." A warm smile appeared on the man's face, as if he intended to show his kindness to the old man.

The old man looked him up and down and asked, "Zhongzhou people?" ”

"Hmm." The man nodded.

The old man opened the door, still glancing into the forest behind the man, regardless of whether his dilapidated wooden door could stop the bandits' collision, and after confirming that it was correct, the old man shouted to the man, "Come in." ”

The man nodded in thanks, and walked quickly to the old hut, where the old man closed the door at the back and pressed against a thick wooden stick before he was relieved

Re-head to the fire.

The fire pond is a must-have thing for every household in Yunzhou, no matter how big or small the house is, there will always be a five-foot square position, spread thick soil, set up stones or iron scaffolding, make a fire for cooking, heating and lighting, and the fire pond is also a place for Yunzhou people to feel warm and dry in the rainstorm season.

The man was not inhibited, he was already sitting on a square stone prepared for his guests by the fire, he took out his hand hidden under his cloak and rubbed it, then took off his damp cloak and dried it over the charcoal fire.

The old man pulled out an ash-stained strip from the ashes at the edge of the fire, handed it to the man, and did not speak.

The man took it with a smile, wiped the ash on it casually with his hand, blew it at will, and peeled off the wrapped skin little by little with his dusty hand, revealing the white part of it like snow in the middle, and chewed it without hesitation.

It was a plant called Tuteng, which was associated with tall plants, and it was the best and most accessible food in Yunzhou. Its purple leaves contain slightly poisonous, but the root part below the soil is edible, the taste is similar to sweet potatoes, whether it is roasted in the embers, or directly boiled in the pot, it is OK, and the people with a lot of labor will also collect a lot of summer vines, directly put them in the stone mortar and mix a small amount of glutinous rice with a mallet to make something similar to glutinous rice dumplings, which are roasted on the fire or fried, which is another flavor.

After the man finished eating, the old man handed him a bowl of water, the water was a little muddy, mixed with a little earthy taste, but the man still raised his head and drank it all, and then smiled and handed the bowl back to the old man, the old man's impression of him suddenly became a little better, he had also been to the mirage, in his impression of the Zhongzhou people are very pretentious, if such water is served in front of them, the quasi-guarantee will be poured out, and if you meet a bad temper, maybe you have to smash the bowl, and it doesn't seem to be distressed about money.

"What are you doing in Cloud Mountain?" The old man asked in a hoarse voice, staring at the firelight.

"Go there and find some old people." The man was also refreshed, and he put his hands close to the fire, using the temperature of the fire to dispel the cold on his body.

Although it is hot in the summer, you can feel the clouds when you walk through the woods, whether it is day or night, even if the sun is scorching

The state's unique "cold", that kind of cold, is deep in the bone marrow, if you stay in the forest for too long, maybe the bones of the whole body will be broken, even the most experienced Yunzhou hunters, without fire, they will never dare to stay in any forest in Yunzhou for three days, not to mention insects, snakes and beasts, even the cold, can also take away half of their lives.

A look of surprise flashed on the old man's face, he had lived for so long, and he had never seen a person from Zhongzhou who came to Yunzhou, he looked up at the man, and quickly stared at the fire pond again, and asked, "Do you know the owner of Yunhao Mountain Village?" ”

"Well, I guess I know each other." The man said lightly, picking up a somewhat damp dry branch and throwing it into the fire, his eyes reflecting the beating fire, "I just don't know if he's still alive." ”

"Not to mention anything else, any of the village owners in Yunhao Mountain are among all the villages in Yunzhou, but they are famous for their longevity," the old man couldn't help but sneer, as if he was still saying that this young man had no knowledge, "Some village owners are older than me, and I haven't heard of any village owner changing in the past ten years." ”

"Really?" The man still said lightly, "I remember that there was a guy who was very old, and when I left Yunzhou, he was already old and dying." ”

"Are you sure you're coming to Cloud Mountain?" The old man frowned, "Although the owner of the village is older than me, it is not to the point where the old man is going to die, you young man, how can you talk nonsense?" ”

"That's my mistake, right?" The man used a stick to pick up the charcoal in the fire pit, still with a faint smile on his face, "Old man, it's not early, I have to hurry tomorrow morning, I'm very tired, I'll go to bed first, and I'll trouble you to take care of the fire pit." ”

Nonsense, can I not take care of my family's fire pit? The old man gave the young man a blank look, waved his hand at him, and said no more.

The man was also happy, and took the cloak that was almost baked and put it over his body, pillowed his arm, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, the old man naturally opened his eyes, the young man had long since left, but the fire in the fire pit was burning, he looked at the drizzle outside the window, and suddenly felt a little worried about the strange young man.

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