As soon as the convoy arrived at Zhongba, before the bonfire could be lit, a wolf howl was heard. The peach blossom farmer shouted: "Don't panic, hold the reins tightly and fence the cattle and horses; Don't shake your hands, hold your sword steady; The torches were raised and several people lit a bonfire. ”

The peach blossom farmer ordered in an orderly manner, and everyone did as he said. Everyone was in a mess under their feet, and they didn't dare to slack off on their hands, even Zhao Botao, who was surrounded in the middle, was holding a torch, leaning on the ox cart, panting heavily.

The hot breath of the crowd mixed with the smell of cow dung and horse urine made people faint. The howl of the wolf gradually approached, and the convoy came to its senses. The shadows were ghostly, flickering like ghosts, and the wolves were getting closer and closer. There are timid people who have weak legs and are unsteady on their feet, and they have not collapsed because of the people next to them. The bamboo pole boy was too thin to squeeze in, and at the outermost periphery, he pestled the bamboo pole on the ground and stared at the approaching wolves.

Next to the bamboo pole boy was the peach blossom farmer, who clenched his narrow knife and shouted, "The fire hasn't been lit yet?"

As soon as the words fell, a large pile of raw firewood was burned, and the firelight rose with the smoky green smoke, not like cooking smoke, but like wolf smoke.

"This group of wolf cubs, watch Lao Tzu chop off his mother's dog's head." Uncle Qiao spat out a mouthful of phlegm, his head was dizzy, and he refused to let go of his efforts.

"Tongue-in-cheek," the peach blossom farmer squinted and mocked, but he didn't delve into it, and shouted loudly: "There is no shortage of deer and roe deer in Bashan, and human flesh is sour and smelly, and wolves can't eat it."

"Mr. Peach Blossom, why are the wolves like this?" Zhao Botao was stunned, leaning over the ox cart and trembling.

"This place is the territory of the wolves, and we are outsiders," Qin Huai did not crowd inside, his eyes were resolute, his voice was calm, he took the lead in sitting down, and beckoned, "Don't panic, arrange someone to keep vigil." ”

Sure enough, the wolves just whimpered from afar, staring at the intruder's every move, and fearing the roaring bonfires, billowing green smoke, and the sound of gold and iron. The wolves did not know the details and motives of the people, and everyone was also frightened by the wolf howl, and the two sides tacitly maintained a stalemate and did not dare to move.

After arranging the vigil, the peach blossom farmer sat down in a row, and looked at Qin Huai with his spare eyes, along the way, he didn't communicate much with Qin Huai, and he didn't grovel because Qin Huai was a doctor in Bayang.

The fellow men cooked the porridge, and everyone ate it in turn. The wolves finally dispersed with reluctance, but no one dared to take it lightly. The sun rises tomorrow morning, and how can everyone see it?

The stars were first bright and filif, then three or five were connected into pieces, and finally woven into a bright net, in a vain attempt to catch the whole world, from the guy to the doctor Yao, they were just a small fish and shrimp. The night watchman was in fear, and his weak body leaned against the ox-cart so that he would not be paralyzed, and the flames burned in his pupils. The rest of the people couldn't sleep well, only Uncle Qiao snored for a while, and occasionally was bitten by mosquitoes, turned over and continued to sleep.

Before waiting for dawn, everyone squirmed and groped to get up. Zhao Botao was weak, and the ox cart he slept in was still a little cold, coughing twice, and complaining to himself for a long time.

The wonderful net woven by the stars was withdrawn, the dawn broke, and the deer sang and the mountains were white. After the white dew, the grass and trees wither, the branches are frosted, the jackals are hidden, the tigers and leopards are lost, and there are more deer singing, the stream is murmuring, the green bamboo is squirming, and the wind is gusting.

After Qin Huai washed with the stream, he was very happy and chanted: "Bashan is vast, and the water is oceanic. A foreign country is as good as it gets, but it's not as good as my hometown. Pity my hometown, the hometown is desolate. Remembering my old people, can the old people be fine? ”

Uncle Qiao originally rushed over with a bowl of porridge, for fear of disturbing Qin Huai Yaxing, so he stood stunned. He, a rough man, was also aroused by homesickness, standing facing north, and for a moment, he hid his face and wept, looking funny.

"The peach is dying, and its scorching scorching. Tree Deng in the court, can be a family. The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. Tree Deng in the country, can govern the country. The fruit is evil. The trees are full of trees, and he is sick. The leaves are beautiful, and their hearts are clear. The trees are full of trees, and the world is ruined. "It's a coincidence, but he was disturbed, Uncle Qiao saw that it was the peach blossom farmer, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Qin Huai and listened to him finish singing.

The peach blossom farmer uses Yayan, most of the people in the Mandarin country are not familiar with it, and they can only feel that the tone is sad, and Uncle Qiao is a pure martial artist, so he can't detect the taste. The singer has the intention, and the listener has the heart. Qin Huai understands Yayan and is good at poetry, so he naturally appreciates "Taoyao".

"Uncle Qiao, please eat porridge from Mr. Peach Blossom Farmer," Qin Huai took the porridge uneasily, and said, "I'll send it over personally." ”

Uncle Qiao was anxious and was about to take it back, but seeing Qin Huai's solemn face, he dispelled his thoughts and glared at the bull's eye.

The man washed the clay dishes and cooking utensils in the stream, the coachman yawned and put on the ox cart, and the family put out the campfire. It's time for the convoy to set off again, and after passing the middle dam, it is exactly half of the journey, and there is no room for rest.

The second of the three dangers of Bashan has gone, and everyone's hanging hearts have eased, only the peach blossom farmer still scolds the servants and chattering coachmen with a straight face. Shao Zhonggui, who had just experienced the pain of losing his daughter, had not yet recovered, and his own family could only be scolded with open ears.

It was past the cold dew, and although it was not as hot as in July and August, the sun was still high in the blue sky, and some coachmen had opened their clothes to let in the cool breeze. Uncle Qiao thought that the team was walking slowly, so he rode his horse to the front. He didn't know the way, he didn't dare to go far, so he tied his horse to the side of the road after running for a while, and got into the forest for a while, causing the mountain birds to flutter their wings, and the forest deer scattered and fled.

The sun gradually turned west, and beyond the pass, there was a valley. Condescendingly, the valley scenery is in full view, the grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, the birds are singing in unison, and the good beasts are noisy.

The servant who had long been thirsty was in a hurry to find water to drink, and Zhao Botao also suggested to Qin Huai to rest here for a while. The peach blossom farmer scolded inappropriately: "Go around the valley, and if you don't want to die here, cheer up."

The team complained and did not dare to refute, so they had to continue on their march. Zhao Botao looked at the valley with his eyes, and then at Qin Huai, which made Qin Huai laugh secretly, but he didn't show it. He really couldn't stand Zhao Botao's burning gaze, so he spoke: "According to what Mr. Taohua said."

The peach blossom farmer wandered from beginning to end, checked the team, happened to pass by Qin Huai, and explained: "This is Shangba, and the tiger of Qin, the first day of the three evils of Bashan, is entrenched here."

Qin Huai nodded, the Tiger of the Sun, he wants to come to see sooner or later, but he is not in a hurry. Seeing the two evils of Bashan, and the sights of mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, it is worth the trip, but he is not in a hurry to provoke the tiger of the sun with a burden. The details are unknown, and the gentleman does not risk his life.