On the official road south of the Great Wilderness City, there were three war horses galloping past. The first middle-aged man, wearing a gold silk brocade robe, judging from his clothes, should be the grandfather of a wealthy family; The last two horses followed the two strong men who looked like warriors, dressed as the most typical guards. The three masters and servants were all whipping the horses under their seats vigorously, and galloped towards the south of the Great Wilderness City at full speed.

According to the word of mouth of shamans, in ancient times, there was an extremely large and prosperous empire called Buyeo Kingdom, which was a wild place outside the northern three roads. With the changes of the years, the vicissitudes of life, and the once incomparably glorious Buyeo country has long been buried in the long river of history; And their destination, Buyeo County, is the land of Longxing, the lord of the ancient Buyeo Kingdom; And Buyeo City, which is now surrounded by the army of Shenshi, is where the capital of the Buyeo Kingdom was located.

And this small county of Fuyu, which is rich in grain, is also the treasure of the ancestors of the Li family.

After about an hour of driving, the three masters and servants stopped the tired horses with foaming at the corners of their mouths at the foot of a barren mountain outside Buyeo County. The richly dressed man rolled over and landed, waved his hand from the saddle and took off the sword and tied it behind his back, and reached out to take a small bag and put it on his shoulder, and then commanded the two guards:

"You two brothers went to Buyeo County to eat, drink, and drink; An hour later, still waiting for me here. ”

"Boss, we brothers are not hungry, so we still escort you into the mountain, right?"

"Even if you don't go hungry, the horses are hungry. You don't have to give me money, pick up those big fish, big meat, good grass and good materials to eat, and we will have to rush back to the camp of Mingtongjiang in a while, let's go! ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man raised his hand and threw out a silver bag, and then kicked his legs and disappeared at the end of the winding mountain road......

The land in Fuyu County is fertile and the water source is abundant, so it can grow the best grain in Huayu. This inconspicuous barren mountain, located in the south of Fuyu County, is known as Mangniu Mountain by the locals; The mountain is neither high nor steep, but it stretches for hundreds of miles. Surrounded by mountains, there is also a crystal clear lake, such a rare beauty in the world, enough to be called a fairyland and paradise.

Every late autumn, there will be a large number of local people and cattle to come here to rest. Most of the purposes for which they went into the mountains were to pick mountain goods and exchange some silver money to supplement their families. Over time, this quiet and clear lake was called Drinking Horse Lake by the people who went into the mountains to collect goods.

Since the change of Youbei Third Road to Xingping, there has been an unnamed wild shop on the shore of this drinking horse lake; The shopkeeper who came here to open a shop was a lonely old man named Qi Yuan, and the people nearby called him Old Man Qi.

At present, it is the intersection of spring and summer, and the people living nearby are busy farming, so whether it is Mangniu Mountain or the shore of Yinma Lake, it is very clean and peaceful.

This richly dressed middle-aged man ran on the watery mountain road and was extremely agile. Before he was too old, he crossed the mountains and came to the shore of Yinma Lake. As soon as he climbed down the hill, he was going to go straight to the Drinking Horse Wild Shop; But when he saw a small boat parked on the calm lake, he immediately stopped.

The middle-aged man looked slightly excited, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly towards the boat:

"Daddy! I've come to see you! ”

The echo hit the surface of the lake like a bronze mirror, and it swayed back and forth several times; The tail end of the boat in the middle of the lake also moved slightly, and an old man with a broken straw hat on his face yawned loudly and stood up slightly. He put his hand on the pergola and looked at the middle-aged man on the shore for a while, and then he usually opened his voice and replied loudly:

"Zilin is here? Let's go, let's go in the house! ”

Collect the fishing rod, extinguish the charcoal stove, and rock the oars, all in one go. If it weren't for the fact that there was still a condensed and undispersed heroic spirit between his eyebrows, who would have thought that this lonely old man who opened a shop for the elderly was once the first assistant minister of Youbei Third Road?

"Daddy, the dew is heavy in spring and summer, and it is easy to sink into the cracks of the bones; Don't sleep on the boat too often, isn't there a clay kang in the shop? Before the summer, people of your age will have to keep burning! ”

Li Zilin helped Li Deng take off his coat while babbling homely words; And Li Deng threw the empty fish basket at will, then walked out of the courtyard with his arms and sleeves, bent down and grabbed a rooster that had not had time to escape, grabbed the long neck and quipped:

"Hey, usually count you best; Why is it that when your life is at stake, you run so slowly? ”

Bloodletting, hair shedding, disembowelment, chopping pieces, mixed with a variety of spices, and then throwing a handful of hazelnut mushrooms that had already been soaked, pressed the lid of a wooden pot the size of a copper basin. Li Deng's cooking skills are as clean and neat as those in the past, and there is no mud and water.

Neither of them mentioned the affairs of the family and the country, so they gathered around the hot stove and ate a slightly luxurious home-cooked meal in Youbei. After the last bit of soup in the pot was poured on Li Zilin's remaining half bowl of rice, Li Deng wiped his lips with his dirty sleeves, patted his slightly bulging belly and said:

"Don't say it, the recipe written by that kid Shen Gui, although the technique is not very exquisite, but the taste is really good!"

"Yes, Shen Meizhang's reputation for loving and knowing how to eat has long spread throughout the government and the opposition."

"Someone from the north?"

“…… Be. ”

Li Zilin replied, then wore the expensive brocade robe, and brushed the greasy dishes, chopsticks, pots and spoons.

"Zilin, in fact, you don't have to worry about it, you two are not the same kind of people at all......"

"Dad, how many pounds and taels do I have, can I still not know? How dare you compare with the two of you Long Jun; Even Shi'an's outstanding talent and wisdom are beyond my reach as a child. ”

"Speaking of Shi'an... Zilin, I will keep you in the Great Wilderness City for more than 30 years, just to pass on your kung fu of calming down and cultivating qi. Now seeing that you can deal with changes in the storm without being alarmed, doing things in a clear manner, and having a way to advance and retreat, it is enough for me to be eighty percent hot; However, those decades of forbearance have not only smoothed your edges and youthful spirit, but also affected your judgment and enterprising. So even if you have to get the right time, you don't dare to make the decision to give it a go. For this alone, you might as well find the wrong time and lose your legs, and come more decisively. ”

Speaking of this, Li Deng put on his clothes again, opened the door of the cabinet again, took out a stack of papers and put them in his arms, and reached out to wrap his arms around Li Zilin:

"Let's talk as we walk...... Speaking of Shi'an, he and I grew up in the flowery Fengjing City since he was a child, and his eyes saw more things, and his energy was squeezed out. His heart and vision are far inferior to yours. took over my shift and became Qinghong's deputy, but there was no trouble; But if you are allowed to change places, you will surely be better than him; But he will never be able to do what you are today. ”

As they spoke, they climbed over a barren hill and stopped in front of a low grave. It is said to be a grave, but there is no tombstone, no tribute or candlestick, just a small dirt bag.

Li Deng stepped forward, took a large broom from behind a tree, and gently smoothed the ground that was not cluttered; Then, he took out the stack of papers full of handwriting, and after giving a few to Li Zilin, he took out the fire folds and lightly lit some ......

Drinking Mahu Yedian, Li Zilin often comes and goes; But this deserted tomb in front of him was the first time he came to worship. Now it is a little strange to see that Li Deng does not burn paper money, but burns rice paper; He unfolded one in his hand and looked at the ink on it.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Lonely boat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

After Li Zilin finished reading this five-character quatrain, he immediately showed a wonderful picture full of loneliness and loneliness, and implied an unyielding arrogance.

"This ...... This! ”

"Surprised? Impressed? Or indulge in it? Throughout Hua Yu's ancient and modern literati and writers, there are as many five words and four sentences as a cow's hair; But it seems to me that even if all the Psalms from ancient times to the present day were compiled into a book, they would not be comparable to the two crosses of this mere one. ”

"Your ...... in Poetry and Writing"

"No, it's not my poem, and I'll never write it. It's not just this work of heaven and man, every poem and rhetoric I have burned here in the past two years is not from my own hand. Oh, by the way, haven't you always wondered what the footmen who came here to pretend to collect mountain goods came from? They are all from the rivers and lakes and are friends of Shen Gui. Every time these people come, they bring me something small to relieve my boredom. Sometimes, it's a few wonderful poems; Sometimes, it's a novel; Sometimes, it's a few pages of recipes, a few special spices; Another time, he actually asked a color actor to bring me a copy of "Goose Fantasy Compilation", hahaha......"

Although Li Zilin has no fame, no teacher, and no expression; But the ink in his stomach will never be inferior to any champion. He is now repeatedly looking at the poems and words in his hand, although they are all in Li Deng's handwriting, but the emotion and momentum contained in the words and words, there is no law at all!

"This ...... The rhyme and emotion of each poem are very different, and there are even a few words, which are obviously written by the daughter's family! This is obviously not his Shen Gui...... Wrong! If he is just picking up people's teeth and inheriting the masterpieces of his predecessors, how can such a wonderful masterpiece be buried to this day? … Father... I don't really understand! ”

"Well, aren't there all the famous models below? I remember that the "Jiang Xue" just now was the work of Liu Sanchang. Shen Gui said that these words and sentences were written by hermits who were not well-known; He just borrowed everyone's words to relieve my old man's boredom. I think since he doesn't want to tell the truth, then I won't ask any more; It's just that in my spare time, I copied and chewed these wonderful sentences, and then burned them here, and returned them to the common earth."

When Li Zilin heard this, he suddenly thought of a ridiculous rumor that no one had mentioned for a long time. According to rumors, after the Empress Dowager Li Lian "died of illness", she was not buried with the first emperor in the Yan Emperor's mausoleum; And her body is still missing......

Li Deng was the uncle of the first emperor, and combined with the characteristics of the empress dowager Li Lian, who preferred poetry and fine sentences during her lifetime......

Li Zilin immediately stopped this thought, and was also provoked by his own conjecture, and not only felt a chill. Li Deng stood up as if he had eyes behind his back, took out a pearl the size of a palm from his arms, put it into Li Zilin's sweaty right palm, and whispered to him:

"Zilin, Dad knows what you're thinking. But I'm telling you plainly, the results you guessed were all wrong. ”

After finishing speaking, Li Deng took a few poems in Li Zilin's hand and burned them in front of the grave, then got up and patted him on the shoulder and said:

"You, it's time to get out of the mountain."