Buried on the mountain.

Feng Qingyan looked into the distance, frowning slightly.

"It's a pity that it escaped ......"

If the grass is cut and the roots are not removed, the spring breeze blows and grows, if it is remembered by a great murderer comparable to the existence of the Great Confucian, it will not be a good thing.

However, the mountain soul has just ascended to the position of the mountain god, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to destroy the great murderer.

He retracted his thoughts and looked at the square image words on the tombstone that he didn't recognize, but he had some familiar illusions in his heart, especially the structure of the words......

If you insist on knowing, I'm afraid you can only know the word "tomb".

After a while, his gaze took his eyes off the tombstone and landed on a city in the distance south of the mountain, it was time to learn about the world.

But he still needs to do some preparation before going down.

That is, to pick some mountain herbs that can be sold, no matter what world you are in, money is always indispensable. Although there are many tombs in the mountains, there is no shortage of tombs for princes and generals, but Feng Qingyan has never thought of robbing tombs.

A gentleman loves money and takes it from the way.

Besides, he didn't have enough money to rob tombs and get ill-gotten gains.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

"It's time for me to go down. ”

Feng Qingyan turned around and said to the mountain soul that had been following behind him.

Although it has been a god for two days, it cannot transform for the time being, and it will take a long time to transform. At this time, although it couldn't understand what Feng Qingyan was saying, it seemed to feel it and seemed very reluctant......

"There is no feast in the world, and besides, I just go down the mountain to take a look. ”

Feng Qingyan smiled slightly when he saw it, and then regardless of whether the mountain soul could understand it or not, he said more sternly: "But before going down the mountain, I have a word to give you, I hope you will remember it." ”

"For one god, bless one side of peace. ”

After Feng Qingyan finished speaking, he bowed slightly, then turned around and walked down the mountain.

The mountain soul really didn't understand what Feng Qingyan said, but when he saw Feng Qingyan saluting it, he was so frightened that he hurriedly "knelt down".

As he descended the mountain, the mountain spirit followed him.

However, what made him a little embarrassed was that he had been walking for a day, and the mountain had not yet gone out. As a last resort, I spent another night in the mountains, eating roast chicken stolen from nowhere by the mountain spirit, and continued to walk down the mountain the next day.

It wasn't until the morning of the third day that he walked out of the mountains.

At this time, he stood on the top of a hill on the south side of the burial mountain, and saw several thatched huts of different sizes at the mouth of the valley at the foot of the mountain, a large flag waving in the wind in front of it, and a city full of the atmosphere of time in the distance.

When he walked out of the mountain, he vaguely felt a different breath from the mountain.

This may be the breath of the Holy Dao.

"Let's go back. ”

Feng Qingyan looked at it for a while, then turned to the mountain soul and said.

But as soon as he took two steps, a wave of dizziness struck, and the whole world spun.

"I'm fine......"

His body was shaky, but he shook his head forcefully, trying to keep himself awake, signaling to the mountain spirits behind him who didn't want to leave without worrying.

After a short rest, Feng Qingyan stepped on the snow and walked towards the thatched house step by step, and heard the crisp sound of children reading in the distance. Although he couldn't understand what the children were reading, he could hear the rhythm and rhythm of the sound, and he could hear the sound of reading.

Is this a village school?

However, there is no village nearby, only a city in the distance, and it seems that it may be a private school.

Feng Qingyan looked at it and didn't come closer.

Carrying a large bundle of yam herbs on his back, he walked across a stone bridge several feet long, and continued towards the ancient city more than ten miles away. On the road, the snow was quite thick, and he was carrying dozens of catties of mountain herbs, and his body was weak due to the lack of qi and blood, and he walked very slowly all the way......

As time passed, the ancient city got closer and closer.

When he walked into the ancient city with anticipation, he found that there was crying and mourning everywhere in the city, and the whole ancient city was filled with a faint sadness.

He saw that many people were hanging mourning flags, and he understood it after thinking about it slightly.

It was very likely that this was done by the evil spirit, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

As he walked, he observed carefully.

For example, in front of the bun shop, the listless short and fat vendor keeps shouting two sounds, which is likely to be the pronunciation of "buns".

Then an old woman with a sad face bought ten buns and gave five copper coins.

This shows that a copper coin is worth two buns.

As for the conversation between the two, I didn't hear it clearly.

Feng Qingyan walked all the way with herbs on his back, passing by three or four wine shops, and there were wine flags with the same word diagonally outside the house.

This indicates that it is a "wine" word.

However, when he carefully observed his surroundings, many people were looking at him, and there were even curious people pointing at him.

He was dressed as white as snow, floating out of the dust, like a prince and grandson, who should have been riding in a luxurious carriage, with servants serving him in front and behind. But now, he is carrying a large bundle of mountain herbs on his back and is struggling to move forward, which is very inconsistent with his personal image as a handsome son, and it is difficult not to attract the attention of others.

As time passed, more and more people saw him on the street.

There were also women who brought melons and fruits.

A luxurious carriage drove by the street, and when the nobles in the car heard the movement outside, they opened the curtain on one side of the car curiously, and saw Feng Qingyan, who was dressed in white like snow but carrying herbs, and said with some surprise: "There are two points of dragon and phoenix, no wonder the women are watching......"

At this time, the noble man whispered a few words to the old slave next to the car, and saw the old slave respectfully take the wishful bag containing the money, and walked quickly towards Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan refused the melons and fruits offered by the woman, and also refused the money given by the nobles in the car.

However, after refusing, they all saluted the woman and the luxurious carriage and thanked her.

"One more point. ”

The nobleman in the car smiled slightly, put down the slightly lifted curtain, and said to himself: "If there is a person in the world who has a 'dragon and phoenix posture, natural nature', what kind of style is it?"

Then the nobleman signaled to leave.

With the help of enthusiastic people, Feng Qingyan soon came to a medicine hall.

Although he couldn't understand what the other party said, and he didn't say a word, he successfully sold the mountain herbs by observing his words and feelings.

Although there are still a lot of valuable herbs in the mountains, he really can't carry them. Of course, he was able to collect a lot of valuable mountain herbs, which mainly relied on the help of mountain spirits.

When he sold the herbs, the pedestrians on the street did not think him was strange.

So he continued to observe in the city......

In the process of observation, he set himself two goals, one is to learn the local language in a short time, the second is to quickly understand the world, and the third is to learn the words of the world.

When passing by a restaurant, several teenagers upstairs who were dressed up in extraordinary clothes and were drinking were rising, and after seeing Feng Qingyan on the street, one of the young people shouted at Feng Qingyan drunk: "This brother in white, please come upstairs to get together, drink and express your feelings with us, and be drunk, are you happy?"

But Feng Qingyan on the street seemed to turn a deaf ear.

This attitude made the young man who sent the invitation secretly angry, but he thought that it should be that the other party didn't realize that he was calling him, so he didn't respond, so he couldn't help but shout again.

It's a pity that the young man in white downstairs still ignored it.

This not only made the shouting young man angry, but also provoked a lot of young people to be very unhappy, I waited until I saw that you are a scholar, and your temperament is extraordinary, so I invited you to drink and express my feelings.

But you turn a blind eye, and you have no one in sight.

At this time, the faces of the teenagers were a little unbearable, and the excitement just now was exhausted, and the wine in the cup was already tasteless.

"Humph!"

The shouting young man snorted coldly, and his face became a little ugly.

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