The Eight Immortal Cave used to be the base camp for Leng Jinqiu and his brothers, when Peng Ruofei and Leng Jinqiu and others discussed the robbery of Zhaojia Village, Li Jiaao's decision, the decision to go down the mountain to the direction of Chao'an, Guangdong, and the decision to make peace with the rest of the rebel army were all made in the Eight Immortal Cave.

"More than ten years ago, this was the meeting hall of the bandit leader Cold-faced Tiger, and you can see that there are many candlesticks around here, which they left behind." Pei Junjie introduced the Eight Immortal Caves to the four, he himself is a native of Jiujiang, he has been to Yunwu Mountain several times, and he is also familiar with these landscapes on the mountain, plus ten days ago, he had already learned about these conditions on the mountain from the original guards, so he had the confidence to act as a tour guide of Yunwu Mountain.

"Huh? This turned out to be a bandit's lair, huh? Ah Hui looked around in surprise: "Is this the Juyi Hall in "Water Margin" that people who have heard of books before?" ”

"Pretty much, it's the place where the bandits get together to discuss the robbery." Fu Xinghan followed Ah Hui's words and said, "This cave is quite magnificent. It seems that these bandits are living quite comfortably in this Cloud Mountain. ”

Qin Shouyi looked at Ling Yunpeng beside him, Ling Yunpeng looked at it casually, touched, his expression did not change in particular, although Ling Yunpeng was calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent, these familiar places would evoke his distant memories, he seemed to see the scene when his father and his father-in-law, the Xiang brothers, the sixth and others discussed together.

After walking out of the Eight Immortals Cave, Pei Junjie led them towards the back mountain.

Seeing the villas on the mountainside, Fu Xinghan unconsciously became interested: "Hey, Sergeant Pei, whose villas are they?" ”

"Oh, this white building is the private residence of Minister Huang of the Ministry of Finance, the green brick and tile building is the residence of the veteran boss Mr. Hu Mianzhi, and the pale yellow exterior wall behind is the official residence of Commander Yan in the northwest, and there is an antique Chinese style where Tong Shengxi, the richest man in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, is the summer residence, and these villas on the mountain are basically the private residences of big people with heads and faces."

"Wow, maybe we'll meet so many big guys on this Cloud Mountain in the next few days." Ah Hui's eyes widened, as if he felt that he could get close to these legendary bigwigs.

"yes, maybe one day, you'll be able to meet these bigwigs." Ling Yunpeng patted Ah Hui's shoulder.

"Boss, if you really have that opportunity, please take a photo with the bigwigs, I have to prepare a beautiful book, and let these bigwigs sign me and leave a word or something." Ah Hui was imagining the scene when he met those big guys.

Suddenly, a sticky thing fell on Ah Hui's face, Ah Hui touched it with his hand and felt a mouthful of phlegm, and immediately felt disgusted: "Damn, who is it, spitting?" ”

When everyone heard Ah Hui say this, they hurriedly looked up, and it turned out that there was an old man holding a teapot standing on the mountainside, rinsing his mouth with tea.

When Pei Junjie saw it, he hurriedly nodded and bowed to the old man: "Old Hu, hello!" ”

Hu Lao looked down, nodded slightly, and then returned to the house without saying a word.

"Who is this man? So dragging? Fu Xinghan turned his head to look at Pei Junjie.

"He is the veteran boss of our party, Mr. Hu, whom I just introduced to you."

"It turns out that he is the old gentleman of **** Hu Mian?" Fu Xinghan opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time.

"I heard people say that this old Hu always made some unsatisfactory remarks to the chairman of the committee, so he let him stay at home, plant flowers every day, raise fish, and come to this Yunwu Mountain every year in the middle of summer to escape the heat and enjoy the coolness." Pei Junjie broke the news quietly.

"Oh, I see, it's cool enough." Ling Yunpeng muttered to himself.

Fu Xinghan glanced at Ah Hui and quipped: "Hey, Ah Hui, this old Hu is a veritable boss, do you want to go up and take a photo with him and ask him for an autograph?" ”

"Forget it, I'd better not lick my face and scold, the old gentleman must not be in a good mood, otherwise he won't smack my face with pearl cream."

When everyone heard Ah Hui say this, they couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see Qianlong's imperial pen." Pei Junjie greeted him.

The four of them followed behind Pei Junjie and walked towards the back mountain.

He walked along the trail in the back mountain, but the more he walked forward, the more Ling Yunpeng felt that his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he was struggling to walk, and the end of that place should be where his mother fell off the cliff. The former Tingyuxuan is long gone, replaced by a welcoming pine.

"There used to be a pavilion at the end of the trail, but then after the heavy rain, there was a mudslide, so the pavilion fell off the cliff."

"Ah, that's a shame. If there is a pavilion on the edge of the cliff, it is quite ingenious, it is a view of Yunwu Mountain, which can make people climb high and overlook, but it's a pity, it's a pity. Fu Xinghan walked to the edge of the cliff, probed down, and was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back: "Wow, it's so high, if you fall down, you will definitely be crushed." ”

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, Ling Yunpeng heard this, his heart turned upside down, his eyes were a little red, and he quickly rubbed his eyes.

"What's the matter, boss, what's wrong with your eyes?" Qin Shouyi asked with concern.

"It's okay, the dust is blind." Ling Yunpeng hurriedly covered up and tried to calm down.

"Boss, why do I think you haven't spoken all this way? Is there something on your mind? Fu Xinghan said casually: "The bureau specially commended a few of us, let's take a break, why are you still preoccupied?" ”

"Maybe I didn't sleep well, I changed places, and I didn't adapt to it all of a sudden." Ling Yunpeng prevaricated: "I'm fine, the scenery of this Yunwu Mountain is good, let me take a few scenic photos." ”

Ling Yunpeng hurriedly turned on the camera, pointed the lens at the scenery here, and took a few landscape photos.

"Boss, how about taking a few pictures of us?" Ah Hui and Fu Xinghan were energetic and hurriedly stood in front of the camera.

"Forget it, you guys better stop shooting, I'll just shoot a few empty shots." Ling Yunpeng closed the camera lens cover and refused to take pictures of Ah Hui and Fu Xinghan.

In their work as agents, the less video data they left behind, the better, and the less the safer, so although Ling Yunpeng knew that Fu Xinghan and Ah Hui wanted to leave their high-spirited images in this picturesque place, he still resolutely refused for safety reasons.

Fu Xinghan and Ah Hui are inevitably a little disappointed, but since the boss won't let them shoot, they won't be afraid.

"Come, come and take a look, this is the ink treasure left by Qianlong." Pei Junjie led the four people to turn from the trail in the back mountain, and saw two red and red inscriptions on the cliff, the huge word "Guanyun", the pen was strong, and then walked forward dozens of meters, and saw a boulder, and the book "Appreciate the fog" two vigorous and powerful characters. Both inscriptions are engraved with Qianlong's inscription below.

"Wow, in the end, it's the emperor, and the words written are different." Ah Hui shook his head and commented.

"Ah Hui, do you see the difference?" Qin Shouyi looked at Ah Hui curiously.

"Big, you see, this word is the height of my alone." Ah Hui answered Qin Shouyi's question seriously: "And it's very imposing, you see, this word is like a feeling of rushing towards you, does it feel the majesty of the emperor?" ”

Ah Hui's thoughtful comments made everyone laugh.

"Then you still don't kneel down and shout long live your majesty, long live, long live, long live?" Fu Xinghan kicked Ah Hui in the ass.

"Qianlong Lao'er has been dead for hundreds of years, and even his grandson, Emperor Xuantong, has been driven out of the Forbidden City, why am I kneeling to them? Now it's the Republic of China, and the emperor is standing aside. Ah Hui had an uninhibited look on his face.

"Heh, the tone is not small, Ah Hui, do you dare to pee on Qianlong's inscription?" Fu Xinghan held back his arms and resorted to the agitation method.

"Idiot, what are you picking?" Ling Yunpeng glared at Fu Xinghan.

"Boss, it's okay, there's no one here now, I just want to see if Ah Hui is the kind of hero who dares to pull the emperor off the horse."

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Ah Hui couldn't resist Fu Xinghan's instigation, so he jumped on a stone next to the boulder with the word "Fog Appreciation" written on it, and poured urine on the two red characters.

"Ah Hui, you're really good. Dare to pee on the emperor's head. I'm convinced of you. Fu Xinghan gave Ah Hui a thumbs up.

Ah Hui raised his head proudly, feeling like a hero who defied imperial power and stood up to the sky in ancient times.

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