The wind rises at night, and the ground is full of cinnamon.

Hu Guocheng asked the elegant middle-aged man, saying that the people in this painting, except for the scholar, did not have braids, they must not be Qing people, where did they get fakes, and they ganged up to fool him.

When the middle-aged man heard Hu Guocheng questioning him, he only smiled bitterly and pointed his finger at the dress of the person in the painting, and said: "They are all monks, and the rules of the world naturally can't restrain them!" ”

Except for the monks who chanted scriptures in the temple, Hu Guocheng actually couldn't tell the difference between the monks and the non-monks, and only saw that the people in the painting were wearing green cloth robes.

Hu Guocheng muttered again, except for the portraits of these people who look like them when they listen to the play by themselves, they are also dressed differently.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to point at Yuan Yu helplessly: "I don't know you, why do I go to great lengths to tease you!" As this little minister said, Brother Hu, since you mistakenly entered my troupe, you have been contaminated with yin energy, have your fortunes been decaying? ”

Hu Guocheng remembered that his batch of goods was almost robbed, and suddenly he was silent.

The middle-aged man looked at Yuan Yu with an eager face: "Have you seen the four people in this painting?" ”

Yuan Yu was silent, Yuan Yu didn't really know these four people in the painting, but he couldn't deny that he had seen these people anyway.

These four people, he had indeed seen, the scholars in the paintings, were so similar to the grandfather in his dream when he was young, but they were very young.

The painting of the snoring and sleeping monk, Yuan Yu has also seen, when in Inner Mongolia, this monk was afraid of his hands and feet, hiding behind the beautiful Bu Xi sister, just the little monk he saw in Inner Mongolia, compared with the painting, a little less heroic.

There was also the man with the Miao knife, when he crossed the Liao River, the figure in the river flashed by and saluted him. said, "Brother, you're here!" ”

As for the young Taoist, Yuan Yu had never seen his face, but the clothes he was wearing, Yuan Yu was very familiar with them, the senior brothers of the Taiyi Sect were wearing this kind of gray and white Taoist robes printed with the Taiji diagram, and not long ago when he was in the Taiyi Sect, he also had two sets.

However, Hu Guocheng was not mistaken, the payment on the painting was indeed the eleventh year of Yongzheng!

Yuan Yu felt a terrible headache.

Seeing Yuan Yu's reaction, the middle-aged man's originally calm face suddenly swelled with great joy, and his voice was a little unstable: "Have you really seen it?" ”

Yuan Yu didn't know how to answer, so he only asked, "Who is the class master you are talking about?" Why did she leave this painting? How do you recognize me? ”

The middle-aged man suddenly fell to the ground and cried bitterly, and the guys on the side also leaned over and choked, and the wind in the courtyard outside was blowing more and more urgently, as if it was going to rain.

Yuan Yu stiffened and looked at the middle-aged man without saying a word.

The strong wind outside blew in, blowing off the hat that the middle-aged man and the guy on the ground were wearing on their heads, revealing a coiled braid.

Hu Guocheng stood up with a sigh of relief, pointed to the two people on the ground, and couldn't say a word.

The middle-aged man didn't care about it, and only cried bitterly: "Although I Zuoqiu doesn't know you, but you have the shadow left by the old Xianggong Yuan, his descendants, I Zuoqiu can still recognize it......

Maybe the wind outside the house was too tight, Zuo Qiu's voice became more and more difficult to discern, but the expected wind and rain did not fall, the fierce wind seemed to just blow the night upside down, and when the wind stopped thundering, Yuan Yu only felt that his body was very cold.

Hu Guocheng was already soft on the ground, and he still had a bitten cigarette butt in his mouth.

The ruins are all over the ground, there are only a few broken beams and broken pillars left in the barren grass, and there are no middle-aged men in sight, let alone no yard, except for a few pieces of broken porcelain pottery shards stained with mud under the feet inlaid into the soil, there is only a huge old osmanthus tree in the wild grass in the distance, and the osmanthus flowers are extremely vigorous.

Yuan Yu flipped through the picture scroll in his hand that seemed to be stained with the residual warmth of tea, put it in his pocket, pulled Hu Guocheng up, and said, "Uncle, go back!" ”

Hu Guocheng moved his legs coiled on the ground a few times, and said weakly: "Wait for Lao Tzu to finish urinating!" Where is this? ”

Yuan Yu looked around, the grass was too deep, he couldn't see the lights, and he couldn't see people, so he had to shake his head silently......

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Hu Guocheng led Yuan Yu to stand side by side on the road, looking at the shadows of the mountains around him, his mind was at a loss, and he kept muttering, why did Lao Tzu watch a play, why did he run more than 20 miles to Shijingshan.

Yuan Yu said that it was a ghost hitting the wall.

Hu Guocheng didn't admit it, with his knowledge, but he couldn't explain it, so he had to blame himself for drinking too much.

Yuan Yu knew very well that Hu Guocheng hadn't drunk at all, but he didn't have the heart to continue to fight with him about these meaningless things.

It was very late, and the moon was already hanging obliquely on the treetops, Hu Guocheng looked at his watch, but found that the watch hands were no longer gone.

After squatting on the road for a long time, he finally saw the car coming, Hu Guocheng naturally refused to let go, lit a cigarette, stopped the car in his pants, and didn't say a word to the driver, so he opened the car door and beckoned Yuan Yu to get in.

As soon as he entered, the driver chuckled: "Oh, brother, you smell like this, where did you go to the restaurant!" ”

Hu Guocheng counted a few tickets irritably and threw them over: "A lot of your money, nonsense!" ”

The young man who drove only laughed dryly, and did not accept the money.

Compared with Hu Guocheng's irritability, Yuan Yu was just thinking about the four people in the painting, like the middle-aged man Zuo Qiu said that the class owner who left this painting.

Zuo Qiu said that the head of their troupe had a great friendship with the four people in the painting, and Yuan Yu actually couldn't understand what kind of friendship people could have with each other after hundreds of years.

As for the situation when he watched the yin drama just now, Yuan Yu didn't pay much attention to it, compared to those people he met in the past, Yuan Yu preferred these ghosts who were trapped in the world because of friendship, and getting along with ghosts was much easier than getting along with people.

I don't know if it was too bumpy in the car or too tired, in short, Hu Guocheng fell asleep.

Yuan Yu didn't know the road, so he simply closed his eyes and let the driver turn around casually.

But even if Yuan Yu didn't know the road, he still faintly noticed that something was wrong, no matter how big Beijing was, it wouldn't take so long to drive, and when the car stopped, Yuan Yu was already very sleepy.

Sure enough, Hu Guocheng rubbed his eyes and got out of the car to take a look, and then he grabbed his arms and fought with the young man who was driving.

Yuan Yu looked at Hu Guocheng and the young driver who was driving the car with big ears and shaving a fan, and felt pain.

Hu Guocheng's nostrils flickered like a cow, and he kept shouting in his throat: "Xiaoyu, where is Lao Tzu's knife!" What about Lao Tzu's knife? ”

Yuan Yu looked around in the car and handed over Hu Guocheng's trouser belt, Hu Guocheng took it approvingly, threw the trouser belt in his hand, and scolded the young man: "Little rabbit, where is this, where did you pull Lao Tzu?" Graveyard? What do you want? Let me tell you, although Lao Tzu is a foreigner, he is also a well-known figure on the green forest road, he is two shoulders and one head, who is afraid of whom! ”

When the young man saw Yuan Yu handing Hu Guocheng a trouser belt, his eyelids jumped, and his body stepped back: "There is a helper, right, okay, you have a kind!" ”

After saying that, he will run.

Hu Guocheng chased forward, and the young man ran forward, running slowly, and the belt twitched on his back, accompanied by screams.

But after running for a while, Hu Guocheng's steps slowed down, cursed a dirty word in his mouth, and turned around and ran quickly.

But before he could run far, he was pressed to the ground by the two figures who had already circled behind, and even Yuan Yu was pulled out of the car by the collar and pulled out of the car.

Seeing this scene, Hu Guocheng's face turned red, and he scolded in his throat: "There are rules on the road, and the disaster is not as good as the family, let this kid go, you will kill me and admit it, otherwise I won't have the face to see him when I get below!" ”

The young man ignored Hu Guocheng, only pulled off the clothes on his body, rubbed his back with grinning teeth, and rubbed it for a long time, then squatted in front of Hu Guocheng's face, took out a cigarette from Hu Guocheng's pocket, lit it and threw it into his mouth: "I said that your old boy is a dog?" Do you bite people when you see them? The young master carried you all the way, you ...... You're going to beat me? ”

Hu Guocheng kept fluttering like a fish on the shore, and spoke so hard that his neck was red: "Little thief, Lao Tzu sees that you are a serious person who gets into your car, you pull Lao Tzu to the cemetery, Lao Tzu will die and exchange half your life, you black-hearted bastard!" ”

The young man picked up Hu Guocheng's belt and shook it twice: "Hey, American goods!" ”

After speaking, he was satisfied and tied to his waistband.

Hu Guocheng scolded again: "Stinky and shameless second-rate son who asks for food, look at your stumbling appearance, let Lao Tzu up, one-on-one!" ”

The young man rubbed his shoulders: "Heads-up? I was almost whipped to death by you! Ya's little grandfather's ancestral grave has been dug up, and I still fight with you, my brain is in the water? Virtue! ”