The next day is the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, and the second and ninth phases are heavy, which is the "Double Yang Festival".

On this day, the emperor and all the officials did not have to go to court; The people of the capital are naturally happy to celebrate the festival. According to the usual habits, many people will go to the suburbs of Beijing to climb the mountain or climb the tower, and at night they will go to the Chenghuang Temple in the capital to watch the temple fair. The common people have worked hard for their livelihood for more than half a year, so they naturally will not let go of such a grand festival.

When the sun rises, there are many men, women and children climbing along the dirt road on the mountain road of Xiangshan. It is located in the northwest suburbs of the capital, belonging to the branch of the Xishan Mountain Range, and it can be reached at the foot of the mountain in half an hour by carriage.

It is rumored that the maple leaves of Xiangshan will turn red one after another in autumn, and you will feel like you are in a sea of red when you climb the heights. There is also a Biyun Temple on the top of the mountain, and there is a clear spring at the bottom of the mountain, which is really a rare tourist attraction.

When Qian Jin entered his previous life, he always wanted to go to Xiangshan for a trip, but because of mundane things, he never made the trip, and he never thought that he would finally get his wish today. Today, the people in the courtyard came out, and only Lao Cao Tou was left in the courtyard to take care of it. Qian Jin warmly invited, and Lao Cao Tou said that his legs and feet were inconvenient, so it was better to be at home. Qian Jin had no choice but to go with him.

Halfway up the mountain, the group stopped. The adults are okay, Xiangxiang and glutinous rice are still young, and now they can't climb a little. Qian Jin proposed to set up camp nearby, and everyone readily agreed.

After finding a place with relatively flat terrain, Li Bin and Mu Qing dispersed to investigate. Lao Qian was born in the military camp and knows the skills of survival in the wild, so he is responsible for burying pots and stoves; Wen's mother and daughter and Ding Wei's mother-in-law, Wang, began to prepare the ingredients; The rest of Qian Jin, Ding Wei, and Lao Fan had nothing to do, so they simply watched the scenery under the mountain.

Today's noon staple food is barbecue lamb. The ingredients and seasonings are ready, and you can start grilling the barbecue after the charcoal fire is lit. Several women were busy around the iron rack of the barbecue, and Li Liang led Xiangxiang and glutinous rice to cheer nearby, a peaceful scene.

About half an hour later, half of the mutton on the iron shelf has been roasted on the outside and tender on the inside, and it is dripping with oil from time to time, which makes people move their fingers at a glance.

Several men carried the mutton to a small square table that had already been prepared, and Wang carefully sprinkled salt and pepper on it, and then took a knife to cut the meat and put it on a plate. Wen put the pastries that had already been prepared on the table. Shopkeeper Ding took out the blended wine from a wine shop.

Everything was cleaned up, and Li Liang couldn't help but put a large piece of mutton in his mouth with his hand, but he was burned again and again. The crowd laughed.

"Little plum, you eat slowly, no one will rob you." Qian Jin rewarded him with a burst as he spoke.

"Brother, you can eat too." Boa shouted.

"You eat first, and I'll come when I go." After Qian Jin finished speaking, he picked up the wind and thunder knife and went to the intersection to find Li Bin and the two of them.

At this time, Li Bin and Mu Qing were standing guard at the intersection, and not far away was the main road to the top of the mountain.

"Two hundred households, let's go eat some wine and meat first." Qian Jin shouted.

Li Bin and Mu Qing saluted and said, "Thousands of households are for their own use, and the duty of the two of us is to protect you and your family, and we don't dare to do anything about it." ”

Qian Jin touched his nose and quipped: "How can you have the strength to work without eating." After that, he smiled at Mu Qing again: "Follow me naturally to have meat to eat, now the meat is already cooked, and if you don't eat it, it will be cold." Mu Baihu, don't you say? ”

Mu Qing smiled innocently, but he understood in his heart that Qian Jin was joking about what he said last time, "Follow thousands of households to "have meat to eat".

The two were about to talk about it, but Qian Jin had already driven them to the barbecue place, so they had to obey. Qian Jin stood at the intersection with a wind and thunder knife in his hand.

Today he is not wearing an official uniform. On weekdays, I wear that green robe every day, and I always feel uncomfortable. I finally came out to play today, and he deliberately changed to a light-colored short fight, in order to make it easier to climb the mountain.

It was almost noon, and most of the climbers had already reached the summit or had already had a picnic on the way, so there were no people on the main road.

Qian Jin stood for a while and felt bored, so he sat on a piece of bluestone and enjoyed the surrounding scenery.

There are many red maple trees on the mountain, and there are many low shrubs, which are inhabited by various birds. The scenery is not surprising, but the smell in the air is pleasant, and occasionally the mountain breeze caresses me, and the rustle of leaves is all in my ears, and I feel a little lighter.

Qian Jin involuntarily closed his eyes and felt the wonders of nature with his heart.

Suddenly, an out of place sound came, the sound of feet stepping on leaves. When he opened his eyes, a scholar four or five feet away was walking forward, wearing a white robe, carrying a long sword, with fair skin, eyes and black hair, tied with a rope and left behind his head at will.

Qian Jin couldn't help but secretly admire, what a personable and beautiful son.

The scholar walked straight towards Qian Jin with the same steps, his face full of smiles, but he stopped when he was a foot away.

Qian Jin was alarmed, and his left hand had already pressed the handle of the Wind Thunder Knife.

"Qian Shi said, we met again, we are really destined." The white-robed scholar smiled sweetly.

Qian Jin heard this, and hurriedly searched in his mind, but there was no impression of this person. However, looking at the scholar's eyes, there was a faint familiarity.

"Hahaha, I wanted to end your life on Qianmen Street a few days ago, but I didn't expect you to be quite alert."

"Are you...... The old man? ”

"You still have some eyesight. I'm still a little scared in the capital, and you won't have that much luck here. This mountain full of red leaves is buried for you, and you are not unjustly dead. ”

Although this scholar looks very sunny, he gives people the feeling of evil. Qian Jin immediately pulled out the wind and thunder knife with a "sonorous".

"I've long heard that Qian Shi said that there is a good knife made of meteorite outside the sky, and in order to show my respect for you, I also brought a sword made of meteorite iron today." The white-robed scholar glanced at the Wind Thunder Knife in Qian Jin's hand, then slowly pulled out the long sword from behind his back, and pinched a sword trick with the fingers of his left hand and gently stroked the sword body: "The sword is Qingfeng, Qian Shi is optimistic." With that, the white-robed scholar rushed towards Qian Jin with his sword.

Qian Jin's eyes were fixed on the young man's wrists and steps, but his mind was rapidly calculating. This scholar's move was undisciplined, but it felt flawless, so he couldn't start. This kind of feeling has only appeared in the past when he was facing the enemy Hui Jing Shitai. It seems that if it is not good today, I am afraid that it will really become a dead soul under the sword.

However, Qian Jin is not such an easy person to admit defeat, even if it is Master Huijing, he dares to step forward with a knife, let alone the young scholar in front of him.

Just when the two were about to meet each other, the white-robed scholar had already stabbed Qian Jin in the chest with a sword, and there was no fancy.

Qian Jin raised his knife to meet him, wanting to knock the opponent's weapon aside first, but the scholar's move changed and changed to a stab. Qian Jin's hand didn't have time to change, so he had to retreat and avoid it, hurriedly avoiding the other party's sword at his throat. The white-robed scholar continued to attack, stabbing out several swords one after another, each time directly at the key point of Qian Jin.

After a few tricks, Qian Jin actually felt powerless. There are hidden changes in this scholar's moves, and every time he can conjure up new sword moves before the moves are old, making Qian Jin weak in parrying.

Do you really want to be reimbursed here?

Qian Jin slammed a few knives, then retreated a few steps, temporarily widening the distance between him and the scholar. Qian's knife technique was originally a method of killing enemies in the army, and it was important to move forward. Today, he was already timid before he fought, and his mood did not match the sword technique at all. Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and raised the Wind Thunder Knife high.

"Yo, it's like that this time. Well, it was just a warm-up, now it's time to have some fun with you. The white-robed scholar sneered.

Qian Jin held the knife in both hands and rushed straight towards the white-robed scholar, and when he approached, his body was already squatting slightly, and the wind and thunder knife in his hand had already slashed out at him first. At this time, the white-robed scholar raised his sword and stabbed Qian Jin in the chest.

If nothing goes wrong, the white-robed scholar's sword will first stab Qian Jin in the chest. However, the knife in Qian Jin's hand will also cut off the scholar's two legs. He is holding the same way of playing.

Unexpectedly, the white-robed scholar jumped high, avoiding the knife that Qian attacked his lower plate, and with a slight touch of the long sword in his hand, Qian Jin had already been hit in his left shoulder. Immediately afterwards, the white-robed scholar landed on his feet, the long sword in his hand was still not idle, and he directly greeted Qian Jin's belly. Qian Jin couldn't dodge, and he was about to be stabbed.

"Bang." Not far away, Bao'er held a short musket, and white smoke was emitting from the muzzle.

Because the distance is a little far, Bao'er is afraid of the injured brother, so she doesn't have the right head at all. However, it scared the white-robed scholar.

"I'm grass, you even have a musket." The white-robed scholar cursed in his mouth, and his hands slowed down.

Lao Qian, Li and Mu heard the gunshots and also rushed with weapons, but the far water could not save the near fire. The white-robed scholar came to his senses and wanted to raise his sword and stab again.

Seeing that Qian Jin was about to be hit by the sword, at this time, a "Boundless Heavenly Venerable" came, the sound was not loud, but it seemed to reach everyone's hearts.

A few people followed the prestige, only to see a middle-aged Taoist priest walking down the mountain, wearing a scribe's hat on his head and holding a soul-attracting banner in his hand, walking unhurriedly.

The white-robed scholar seemed to be extremely jealous when he saw the fortune teller, and he didn't care about the money in, so he fled directly to the mountain.

When the middle-aged scribe walked in, Qian Jin's eyes couldn't help but widen, wasn't this the Taoist priest who had calculated his life in Guanhai City?

"Fortune teller, why are you again?"

"How about it, the poor way is still accurate, right? Remember, you haven't paid yet? The middle-aged scribe laughed.

"Who the hell are you?"

The middle-aged scribe stroked his beard and smiled: "Speaking of which, the poor road still has a lot to do with you. Before entering the church, the poor road was originally a thousand households of Jinyiwei. ”