Jia Fatzi raised his whip, and the carriage sped up again, but Mu Zifeng, who was sitting in the car, fell into deep thought, he lied to Zhao Zichuan and them just now, "a little white" "The arm is indeed Daxia characters, but it is not the meaning of the Tong family's compound. is the text that Mu Zifeng has seen frequently recently:

xx million years.

"A little white" has such a tattoo on his body, Mu Zifeng feels that he is definitely not an ordinary person, but he doesn't know how to convince Jia Fatzi and Zhao Zichuan, so he has to lie to them.

After about 50 miles, it was already evening, the midsummer sun was very hot, Jia Fat Man sat in the carriage and screamed and burned hard, and felt hot when he entered the canopy, it was really a dilemma.

Mu Zifeng also felt that it was very hot. He looked at the mountains stretching on the side of the road, this should be the depths of Daqing Ridge, and Yangshui Town is just outside the ridge, it should not be far from here.

"Brother Feng, you see there's an inn in front of you." Zhao Zichuan suddenly stuck his head out of the canopy and pointed ahead with his left hand.

Zhao Zichuan turned around and found that Mu Zifeng was gone, and when he looked at it again, he found that Mu Zifeng had appeared in front of the carriage.

"Woo ......" The carriage was stopped by Jia Fatzi, and he scolded Mu Zifeng: "Dead madman, run to the front silently, I don't want to live anymore, the carriage almost knocked you away!" ”

"Don't talk!" Mu Zifeng made a "shhhh

"What are you doing with this guy?" Jia Fatzi and Zhao Zichuan looked at each other.

As soon as the words fell, Mu Zifeng jumped into the carriage again and said to Jia Fatzi: "Follow the straight road, all the way forward!" ”

"Brother Feng, what did you do just now?" Zhao Zichuan asked puzzled.

"Chuanzi, I just got out of the car to determine the direction!"

"You, madman, you've been babbling a little lately!"

In fact, in order not to disturb the hearts of Jia Fatzi and Zhao Zichuan, Mu Zifeng did not say a strange thing that he encountered: just when the carriage was moving forward, the compass pointer he carried with him suddenly rotated rapidly, which was quite strange.

The magnetic field of this Chang'an Ancient Road must be strange, and next, Mu Zifeng has to play a twelve-point spirit, because previous experience has shown that every negligence that occurs may bring catastrophic consequences.

Not far ahead, there is an open crossroads, with towering mountains on either side of the intersection. On the left side of the cliff is a wooden pole that is more than a foot long. On the top of the pole floated a large wine flag, fluttering in the wind.

Although the Chang'an Ancient Road is a mountain road, it is an important tea horse silk trade road in the Northern Qing Dynasty, with endless carriages, horses, camels, and frequent business travel, and it is the main road leading to the northwest. Originally, there were a lot of inns and hotels, but recently the northwest has been making a lot of noise, and this trade route has gradually been abandoned. So they walked for a day before they saw this inn.

When the carriage approached, Mu Zifeng found that this inn was built close to the cliff, almost integrated, which was really ingenious.

Originally, Jia Fatzi was so hot in the car that he had lost his spirit, but now he heard that there was an inn, and suddenly a spirit jumped out of the carriage, ran to the inn without saying anything, and beckoned to Mu Zifeng: "Crazy, stop, it's getting late, or let's go and hit the nail first." ”

Mu Zifeng just wanted to call out to Jia Fatzi, but he didn't expect that he had already run into the inn.

"Chuanzi, otherwise let's go have a meal first, this fat man Jia is really unreliable, and there are still hundreds of catties of gold in the car." Mu Zifeng shook his head.

"Brother Feng, I listen to you." Zhao Zichuan pointed to the canopy again: "What about that guy?" ”

"Let him lie here for a while, and come, let's bring the chest of gold first." So, the two of them walked towards the inn with the suitcase.

While he was talking, a person with a melon skin hat and the appearance of the shopkeeper ran over from the inn and wanted to take the box, but was stiffly rejected by Mu Zifeng, how could so much gold be handed over to the shopkeeper?

Seeing that Mu Zifeng and the others were protecting the box, the shopkeeper hugged his arms to his chest and sneered: "Two guest officers, the fat guest officer just now asked the little one to welcome the two, and I will help me drive the carriage to the stable?" ”

"This fat man is fast." Mu Zifeng scolded and nodded again, only then did he find that there was a yard fenced on the west side of the inn, which was probably the stable that the shopkeeper said.

Mu Zifeng and Zhao Zichuan walked into the inn with large suitcases.

When he first entered the door, Mu Zifeng noticed that this inn was called Yangshui Inn, and it seemed that it was not far from Yangshui Town.

The inn is not big, the entrance is a hall ten meters square, the second floor is estimated to be a guest room, there is no guest in the hall, it is very deserted. At the left hand of the entrance is a counter, and a shopkeeper who is about fifty or so looks at Mu Zifeng and the others with a half-smile.

"Madman, I'm here." Seeing Mu Zifeng coming in, Fat Jia beckoned and shouted. Jia Fatzi chose a remote location in the westernmost part of the hall. Seeing Jia Fatzi, Mu Zifeng weighed three points in his heart, he saw that Jia Fatzi was drinking sour plum soup and eating steamed buns, and when he went out, preventing thieves and thieves was the first priority. Whether this inn is a black store or not, it has not yet been decided.

It is rumored that some horse bandits set up inns on the main roads, on the one hand, to inquire about the news, on the other hand, they used sweat medicine to turn over the merchants, and at least robbed the finances, and at the worst they chopped people into meat sauce, made them into buns, and sold them to others.

Fat Jia was also too reckless to eat so quickly. Mu Zifeng and Zhao Zichuan walked to Jia Fatzi and sat down, watching him gobble up.

"There is nothing delicious in this store, only iced sour plum soup and meat buns, I ordered a lot, don't just look at me, eat it."

"Fatty, if you eat human flesh, will it still be so fragrant?" Mu Zifeng suddenly approached Fat Jia's ear and whispered.

"Phew, bah, bah." When Fat Jia heard this, he almost spit out all the meat buns: "You madman, don't scare me with these filthy things, can you let my fat brother have a quiet meal." ”

"Chuanzi, don't eat it, let the fat man taste it first, otherwise you will all be numb, and I won't be able to lift you." Mu Zifeng said to Zhao Zichuan, who was just about to drink sour plum soup.

"Ah, no, there's sweat medicine in there?" Zhao Zichuan was surprised and put back the soup bowl that he had brought to his mouth.

"This guest officer, I see that you have a prejudice against the shop." I don't know when, the shopkeeper was already standing on the edge of Mu Zifeng.

"Old man, when you go out, you naturally have to be careful." Mu Zifeng hugged the shopkeeper with a fist. Mu Zifeng felt that since the archaeology of the Great Xia Emperor's Mausoleum, his suspicion has become more and more serious, maybe this is a sign of gradual maturity.

"Guest, our inn has been open on this road for a hundred years, the world has become more and more chaotic over the years, and I can't make money, but I'm afraid that there is no place for merchants to rest, so I still open it, not just for business, but also to accumulate some virtue. The guest officer was so suspicious of the old decay that the old decay was very wronged. The shopkeeper picked up a cup of sour plum soup and a bun: "Look at the old decay and show it to the guest officer, how powerful is the sweat medicine here?" ”

After that, the shopkeeper divided the buns and sour plum soup into his stomach three times and divided them by two. Mu Zifeng saw the shopkeeper's move. Mu Zifeng waited for a while, seeing that they showed no signs of poisoning, so he had to apologize: "It's still a lot of offense to the juniors, don't worry about it, but the juniors still have something to ask?" ”

"The guest officer is serious, please tell me something?" The shopkeeper took off his melon skin hat and fanned himself with the wind, just now he ate a hot bun and drank ice sour plum soup, and naturally sweated.

"This place is called Yangshui Inn, is Yangshui Town nearby?"

"How many guest officers are going to Yangshui Town?" The shopkeeper suddenly felt as if he was taken aback, and his face turned pale.

"That's it, is there a Tong family in Yangshui Town?" Zhao Zichuan suddenly interjected and asked.

"Three guest officers, there is no place in Yangshui Town within a radius of a hundred miles,"

"But the map clearly shows that Yangshui Town is near here, isn't your inn located at the intersection of Qingshanling." Mu Zifeng took out the map and pointed to the Qingshan Ridge.

"Guest officer, I've lived here for thirty years, and I never knew that there was Yangshui Town, so you won't go in the wrong direction, right?"

Mu Zifeng thought to himself that he would use the compass to locate himself along the way, and besides, there is only one main road in this Qingshan Ridge. How can you get lost?

"Then why are you called Yangshui Inn?" Jia Fatzi also stopped eating steamed buns, and looked up and asked. His concern was that if he couldn't find Yangshui Town, his money would be gone.

"Although our inn is small, it has been called for hundreds of years, and the name given by our ancestors has always been called this." The shopkeeper explained.

"Crazy, are we running for nothing?"

"If I continue to suffer like this, I'm afraid that Lu Qingyou will be defiled by the rich man." Zhao Zichuan thought of the woman, and suddenly became anxious, patted his head, only hated that he didn't have a pair of clairvoyance, and was about to rush out of the inn.

"Guest, where are you going?" The shopkeeper stopped Zhao Zichuan.

"Hey, uncle, of course I'm going out, get out of the way." Zhao Zichuan angrily pushed the shop away, he only had the woman in his heart at this time.

"This guest officer." The shopkeeper stood up and said: "The shopkeeper stopped you, it's for your good, you see that the sun has sunk in the west, and it's getting late, it's better to stay in the small shop and make plans tomorrow morning." ”

"Hey, I see that you old man, I'm afraid it's really a black shop, did you leave us at night to make money and kill you?"

"You are so unreasonable, our shopkeeper is for your good." Seeing that Zhao Zichuan was rude, the shopkeeper actually stepped forward to theorize and was kicked away by Zhao Zichuan.

The shopkeeper covered his stomach and screamed. At this time, the assistant cooks of the shop came out of the back hall, holding sticks and knives and forks in their hands.

Seeing this, Mu Zifeng and Jia Fatzi were afraid that Zhao Zichuan would suffer a loss, so they hurriedly rushed forward, and Fatman Jia quietly grabbed the box cannon on his waist in his hand.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, don't be impatient, little third son, let them go back to the back kitchen first." On the one hand, the shopkeeper appeased Zhao Zichuan and others, and on the other hand, let his subordinates retreat.

"This guest officer, I think you are an understanding person, I will show you something, and you will know." The shopkeeper walked to the counter and rummaged through things for a while, and took out a one-foot-square piece of paper and gave it to Mu Zifeng.

Mu Zifeng looked down at the piece of paper, this was not an ordinary blank paper, but a notice of peace in the first year of the Northern Qing Dynasty.

The notice reads: I hereby inform the past officials and people that since the beginning of the first year, there have often been mountain ghosts in the Qingshan Ridge area to capture people's souls, many people and animals have been lost, and there are white bones in between.