"It's not cost-effective, who knows what kind of bloody storm will happen after this is over?" Huang Ruiyang looked at Zhu Xueyan, with a hint of inexplicable desolation in his words, "The world is unpredictable, you and I at the beginning, who could have predicted that it would fall to such a point today?" ”

Zhu Xueyan felt speechless for a while.

Leaving the Shanhai Gang, Zhu Xueyan suddenly felt a trace of inexplicable exhaustion, she realized that too much had happened today, but she knew that it was impossible for her to stop.

A few days later, Black Wind Mountain.

The road washed away by the flash flood has been rebuilt these days, and the strength of the Daotai is really great, Zhu Xueyan was not optimistic about Su Yue's choice at first, but now it seems that she made the right bet - the son of the Taoist family really loves her deeply, not only is he willing to accompany her to open a tavern together, but he never seems to have refused her request.

When Zhu Xueyan passed by the Blue Bird Inn, she didn't go in, although she didn't doubt whether the four people kept their promises, but somehow, when she came here, she still felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

The Shanhai Gang has already done it, although it has cost a lot of money, and with Su Yue's help in Black Wind Village, everything should go well......

After walking a mountain road, turn from the mountain road to a deep ravine. Although there is a warm sun in the ditch, when climbing the mountain, it is shaded by the sky, and from the south slope up the mountain, the road is gentle, spiraling up. Stepping on the sassy fallen leaves, soft soil, at this time it is the beginning of autumn, it is the time when the mountains are full of red leaves, when you come, the north slope is already red all over the mountains, here you can only see the falling red leaves on the ground, but it is rare on the trees. The sparse leaves are mostly orange-yellow and look out into the sun. It all seems to be crystal clear. Such as watercolor painting. Ancient trees are towering. Most of them can't be hugged by stouts. The bamboo leaves are green, across the road, and the bamboo forest is still crisp. There are large bamboo forests guarded, and the cottage should also be a place of secrecy.

There are more pine trees in the middle of the mountain, a layer of pine needles falls on the road, and the road becomes dry and porcelain. The mountain beam becomes narrow, and after a deep depression, it is not difficult to go down. It was dangerous to climb to the opposite shore, but fortunately the iron chains had already been installed on both sides, and the iron chains were held in hand, and they carefully climbed the stone steps, which were lined with smooth stone cliffs, no trees, and few weeds. The second steep slope is even more dangerous, the steps are carved out of the rocks, and only the soles of the feet can be accommodated, and the heels are still in the air. Turning forward through a hole in a rock, just allowing one person to pass. It's really a husband and a wife. Grasping the trees beside the road with his forward hand, on the next steep slope, Zhu Xueyan was already standing in the cottage.

The cottage sits south to north, and the road she came down just now is the back road when she came, and the main gate faces north. The whole cottage is built into an irregular rectangular courtyard according to the mountain. The walled wall is made of local materials, constructed with stones, about one meter wide, surrounded on three sides, the east wall is the shortest according to the length of the cliff, the west wall is the longest in the deep valley, there is a stone door under the north wall, the size is the same as the ordinary household door, the two sides of the door are the stone pillars of one foot square, there are stone beams, the doorway is built with stone slabs, the stone building is organically combined with the walled wall, the walled wall on the top of the building, and the connection of both sides are integrated, and become a fortification. The big stone obviously has the traces of carving and chiseling, and the small stone is all natural ingenious patchwork, without using white plaster mud, but it is as stable as Mount Tai, and there is no place to climb on the wall. Such a construction was not done overnight, and it was difficult for an incompetent craftsman to do so.

Maybe there are masters in the cottage, build it yourself, maybe it is a famous local stonemason to build it, no matter what the case is, the people who see it have to praise such a project, only one person needs to look at the front of the city tower, only one person needs to guard the mountain road behind, and the owner of the village can sit back and relax. Standing outside the stone gate, don't say that you want someone to fight, you just have eighteen kinds of martial arts, and you can't show them, you can only look at the pass and sigh. There is someone coming from the back mountain, and he may not have come back to his senses, and he has already been in a different place.

At this time, there were not many people on the castle tower and the city walls, and the smoke rose, and the smell of food and barbecued meat wafted up, and there were bursts of shouting. When these people were at ease, they drank wine in big bowls and ate meat in large chunks, right? may be more elegant, not like this burying the pot to make rice and charge, maybe there is an orchestra to help the fun, the wife of the village to persuade the wine, the brothers guess the boxing order, or the distribution of the spoils after the robbery, or the dinner party every festival, the cottage ushered in a grand festival carnival.

Although this stone gate is small, the heroes walked down the mountain from here one by one, or for the heavens, to fight the rich and help the poor, or to harm the people and the township. Gold, silver, silk, and wine, too, were brought back from here, for them to eat, drink, and enjoy the mountains and forests.

When imagining the scenery of this cottage, Zhu Xueyan couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The yard is planted with tall trees, along the gentle slope to the south, at the end of the wall, is a large stone watchtower and house, and the Shanhai Gang is heavily guarded, the Black Wind Village is full of a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Knowing that Zhu Xueyan was coming, a head went to report at present, and came back soon to lead her into the main hall, Su Yue did not come to pick her up, Zhu Xueyan guessed that she might be in the "Taibai Ju" in the city and the son of the Taoist family, so she didn't think much about it.

Zhu Xueyan entered the main hall and saw Su Yue's father, Su Qingyao, the owner of Heifeng Village, who was different from the god-like Huang gang leader of the Shanhai Gang, this Su Zhai master was a short and kind-looking little old man, he was wearing a coarse cloth robe that had been washed very cleanly, and he did not wear a knife or a gun, and only held a brass cigarette pot in his hand. If Zhu Xueyan hadn't seen him in his early years, he wouldn't be sure if it was Old Man Su.

Su Qingyao was deeply impressed by Zhu Xueyan, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Miss Xueyan, her demeanor is still the same as back then." He looked at Zhu Xueyan and said with a smile while beckoning her to sit down and ordering someone to serve tea.

Four years ago, Su Yue encountered the enemy's robbery and murder on the road, it was Zhu Xueyan who met her, she rescued her with righteousness, although she killed the other party, but she was injured and was taken to the mountain by Su Yue for treatment.

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□□□□□□□□□ (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, and your support. That's what motivates me the most......)

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