Clothes are easy to pick up for nothing, making the women of the old street wonder if there is really an old saying in the world that "pies don't fall from the sky". A few little daughters-in-law threw down a few copper plates and took away most of the new clothes and turned their heads away, and the horses and men were still basking in the sun comfortably, and they didn't stop them at all.

The other women woke up like a dream, and they rushed to grab the clothes they liked. The woman who grabbed the hand was full of spring breeze, and the empty-handed woman admitted that she was unlucky.

The women of Lao Cai remembered this caravan.

Since then, every time the season changes, the markets, villages, and covered bridges in Taoduling Ancient Town will appear in the cold of Mahan, who sells neon clothes and feathers, and the seasonal Luo clothes are so beautiful that they are suffocating, and they are often snatched up without waiting for them to be put out.

The girls in the mountain village are colorful because of these neon clothes, and the daughter-in-law of the town is beautiful because of these feather clothes.

The last time the caravan appeared in Taodu Ridge was on a windy and moonlit night, and this time it was not a neon coat and a feather coat, but a mysterious box, which was said to be led by the caravan leader himself.

The horse gang traveled to Taoduling Old Street and was frantically chased by a group of unknown killers. The gang leader fought his way out of the encirclement, turned back to the ancient road, and escorted the box to Lover's Hill.

※ "Lover Oka? Cang'er screamed, his eyes wide as copper bells.

Gan Cuicui stopped talking and asked Cang'er: "Do you know Lover Gang?" ”

Cang'er shook his head: "I only hear his name, but I can't see his face." ”

Cang'er will now tell how to find the cliff carvings on Widow's Road, how to clean up the mud in the font, and how to find the three characters of Lover's Gang and the encounter with the arrow.

After listening to Cang'er, Gan Cuicui exclaimed: "Little brother, you have opened my sister's eyes!" ”

Cang Er smiled shyly.

Gan Cuicui was a little frustrated: "To tell you the truth, I haven't seen the cliff carvings and arrowheads on the widow's road so far, and I learned all about it from the elders." ”

Cang'er was surprised: "Then do you know where your lover is?" ”

Gan Cuicui responded cheerfully: "I don't know! ”

Cang'er was quite disappointed, and asked: "What happened to the gang leader and the mysterious box?" ”

Gan Cuicui looked at Longmu Mountain from afar, the spring rain was dashing, the mountains were empty, and Gan Cuicui's voice was more empty and hazy than the mountains, and it was more distant: "Before the killer caught up, the sound of knives sounded on the hills, and the peaks of that knife were enough to make the mountains and rivers lose their color, and the sun and moon were dull." No one knows what really happened that night?

After that night, everything was calm, and the caravan leader and the mysterious chest were gone, as if nothing had happened. The only trace left is an additional cliff carving on the bare rock, which records the story of a wife chasing and killing her husband. It is suspected that the leader of the caravan is the unsympathetic husband, and that the group of unknown killers acts as the executioner of the wife.

"Time changes, things are not people. The story has been handed down because of the stone carvings, but the lover in the story, Okama, has been forgotten by time, and no one can say its exact location anymore.

Later, some people read the content of the cliff carvings, and thought they were smart, and called this section of the road Paiyan the widow's road. Gradually, it became more popular, and it took root and became a place name in Longmu Mountain.

"I don't know when the women in the town think that the three words of widow's road are too unlucky, and they don't allow their own men to set foot in this road, so they have to take a detour. In addition, some weak-hearted men did not dare to patronize the widow's road, and over time, the widow's road was gradually abandoned by no one. ”

Cang'er was puzzled: "A man with a weak heart? ”

Gan Cuicui chuckled: "What man in the world dares to say that he has not lied to his woman?" Dare to say that a woman who has not done a bad thing behind her back? ”

Cang Er was dumbfounded.

The rain stopped just in time. Cang'er thought of the row of thorns bent by people at the foot of Paiyan, remembered Qingyin, and then asked Gan Cuicui about Qingyin, the little nun of Taohua'an.

Gan Cuicui didn't know much, but she only heard that Qingyin was in distress on Widow's Road before leaving home, and it was Yihui Shitai who saved her with peach blossom dew and came out of the house in order to repay the grace of saving her life in Peach Blossom Nunnery.

Peach blossom dew is the secret medicine of Peach Blossom Temple, and the medicinal herb is taken from a branch of peach blossom that extends to the wall behind Peach Blossom Temple.

From ancient times to the present, there is only one peach tree growing behind the Peach Blossom Temple. The earliest one was planted by the first generation of Shitai in Peach Blossom Temple. The first generation of peach trees has long been wiped out, and now it is the pearls that are growing. There is a rule in the peach blossom hermitage: when the host is alive, he must select a peach pit, so that the peach tree behind the nunnery can multiply from generation to generation and not become extinct.

It is also strange to say that the peach tree behind the nunnery only grows one peach blossom every year, stretching out to the wall, and it never stops.

Cang'er still wanted to inquire about something, but Gan Cuicui drove him out: "Hurry up, hurry up, take advantage of the sunny weather, and quickly settle down and stay." The road is slippery and not good for cycling, so come to the supermarket tomorrow to get it. ”

Gan Cuicui left a phone call for Cang'er.

Walk out of the small supermarket, turn left is the entrance of Taodu Ridge Ancient Road and Longmu Mountain Grand Canyon, turn right to Lao Street, and go straight to the people on the ridge.

Cang Er and Foot did not listen to the call, and walked to the right towards the old street.

It was dark, the old street was empty, and Cang'er walked alone.

Walking along the blue-glowed, rain-washed stone pavement is like walking through a long period of time.

Standing on the street, a picture came to mind:

Thousands of years ago, a caravan from afar escorted a mysterious box through the long bluestone road, and an earth-shattering shout of killing suddenly sounded on the empty street, and a group of killers fell from the sky......

What a strange caravan, what a mysterious box.

※Cang'er returns to the original way.

Gancuicui's small supermarket was closed, Cang'er smiled gratefully, turned around and walked to the people on the ridge.

The small supermarket to the Lingshang family is a straight street, cobblestone paved road, there are many shops on both sides to buy local products, and an ancient stone arch bridge is preserved in the middle of the road. Below the bridge is the Jiaxi River, the water of the Longmu Eighteen Ponds flows out of the canyon, passes through the Jiaxi, and flows into the Jiaxi Reservoir.

Cang'er is familiar with the road conditions and walks very easily.

After walking for more than ten minutes, I saw the stone arch bridge at a glance, but there was no trace.

Cang'er walked for half an hour, but there was still no shadow of the stone arch bridge.

Under the dim street lamps, the cobblestone pavement is much the same, and the signs selling souvenirs on the street all start with "Cui", which makes it easy to mix.

Cang Er thought to himself: Since it is a straight road, he will always go to the stone arch bridge. Without distractions, he continued to move forward.

After walking for more than ten minutes without hurrying, the stone arch bridge did not appear at all, so he was a little panicked.

While his mind was still clear, Cang'er hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of the supermarket proprietress Gan Cuicui, which was busy; If you dial again, it is still busy, and you make four or five calls in a row, and it is always busy.

There were dozens of contacts on the phone, and Cang'er tried to call them one by one, all of them busy.

Cang'er was stunned.

A chill hit, and Cang'er felt insecure for the first time.