Chapter 275: Talking about the world
I don't know how long it took, but finally the clouds and rain dissipated, and the sky cleared after the rain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
A full moon appeared in the sky, and the moon was like water, like frost, and it filled the pavilion.
The evening breeze blows, the summer lotus swayes, and the broken shadows sway.
Xiao Yu looked down and saw the water rippling in the pond, as if the galaxy was falling into it, very beautiful.
He recalled two lines of poetry in a trance:
Who shines on the riverside at the beginning of the month, and when does the river moon shine at the beginning of the year.
At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.
Although it was late at night, Xiao Yu didn't feel sleepy at all, he simply sat in the pavilion and played with the exquisite white jade pagoda.
Shushan uses the lock demon tower as the eye of the gathering spirit array, transforms the demon qi into aura, and dresses up the huge Shu Mountain into a fairy holy land.
The exquisite white jade pagoda in his hand has the same effect.
It's just that because it's too small, the formation is a simplified version, so it's far inferior to the Demon Lock Tower in terms of transformation efficiency and coverage.
Xiao Yu's heart moved, and he merged with this small tower, and soon saw the tree demon bound by chains on a torture table, as long as he wanted, he could even punish the sky and let the tree demon taste the pain of the five thunders.
"Well, I'm not a person with bad tastes......" Xiao Yu took a sip of tea, "It's decided, let's blast him ten thunders first." ā
The next day, early in the morning.
Ning Caichen pushed the door out and saw Xiao Yu watching the lotus in the courtyard.
Xiao Yu smiled and said, "Why are you home?" ā
Ning Caichen said honestly:
"It's quite quiet here, and no one disturbs me, but I want to study here for a while, so that I can make a name for myself at Jingbo."
Xiao Yu shook his head, "It's better to read thousands of books, it's better to travel thousands of miles, the world is difficult, if you don't go home, how worried should your relatives at home be." ā
As he spoke, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom, "I happen to have some entanglements in my hand, so go home with Zilufei." ā
Seeing that Ning Caichen was still hesitating, Xiao Yu smiled and said:
"Let's say okay first, this is just borrowing, and the next time you meet it, you have to pay it back."
"That's right, thank you." Ning Caichen nodded, thanked him and left.
The story of Lanruo Temple is over for the time being, the female ghost is reincarnated, and the scholar goes home to study hard.
Then Xiao Yu waited here for another three days, but the old demon of the Black Mountain did not move, not even the little demon who was exploring the way.
Xiao Yu had already determined at this moment that the world in front of him was not only a thousand-year-old tree spirit or a black mountain old demon, in fact, this place could be called the Great World of Liaozhai.
There are not only stories of fox fairies and scholars with red sleeves and fragrance, but also the tragic events of demons eating people, which can be described as magnificent and fantastic, and there are no wonders.
Therefore, wasting time on boring waiting is definitely not a good option.
So Xiao Yu went out of Lanruo Temple, first went to Fat Zhi County to rest for a day, took the map, determined a road to the capital, and got up on the road.
When I walked outside the town, I saw Yan Chixia standing beside the road with an ancient sword on her back, and said with an urn voice:
"You said before that you want to restore peace in the world, dare to ask how to do it?"
Xiao Yu shrugged his shoulders and said:
"The world is in turmoil, the people are not happy, in the final analysis, the problem appears in the court. It's like a big tree, if there are borers on the roots, then it is only a matter of time before it withers. ā
Yan Chixia's eyes narrowed slightly, "What do you mean by this?" ā
Xiao Yu said calmly:
"Today's national teacher is a centipede essence that has been cultivated for thousands of years, making waves in the court, and has eaten half of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military affairs."
Yan Chixia was startled, her eyes widened and said:
"Is that true? How come I haven't heard of a major minister in the court who died violently? ā
Xiao Yu sighed, "People can hunt animals and put on leather mattresses, so demons can naturally walk in human skin, what do you think?" ā
Yan Chixia's hand shook, and after a while, she took a deep breath and said silently:
"I'll go with you! If this is the case, even if a certain family fights for this life, they must get rid of that demon! ā
So Xiao Yu gained a little brother.
The two of them slept all the way through the meal and stayed overnight, so naturally there was no need to mention it.
On this day, the two walked into a deep mountain in order to get closer. The wilderness trails seem to be sparsely walked, lined with grass and trees, and the sun is hot in the middle of summer.
Walking along the trail all the way, looking for a secluded visit, after walking for about half an hour, turning a lush ancient forest, Xiao Yu's eyes lit up, but he saw a lake in the mountains.
The lake is quiet, like a huge mirror of tiled blue, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, sleeping quietly among the green mountains and clear waters.
An old man squatted on a boulder by the lake smoking a pot, holding a fishing rod in one hand, his skin was dark, and his face was full of wrinkles, like a loess plateau with thousands of ravines.
Seeing Xiao Yu and Yan Chixia, the old man hurriedly stood up, took off his hat, and asked:
"Aren't you going to cross the lake to Zhaojia Village?"
"I'm going to pass through here and go to the capital, I don't know which road is closer?" Yan Chixia said.
"There is a road behind my Zhaojia Village, which can directly cross the mountains, and then go for five or seven days, and then you will be able to see the capital."
Yan Chixia nodded, and handed over the silver money casually, "Then send us across the lake." ā
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of joy on his face, and hurriedly let the two of them get on the boat, propping up the bamboo pole and sliding towards the opposite side.
This old man's name is Zhao Liang, and he is the ancestral ferryman of Zhaojia Village across the lake.
The boat is not large, about eight meters long and less than three meters wide, and the middle of the boat is arched into a shed with bamboo, which is a typical canopy boat. There are also several waterfowl standing next to the boat, which are slightly larger than ducks and have long beaks, with streamlined bodies and feathers that seem to be covered with a layer of oil, which are cormorants who are good at fishing.
The boat has the gentle taste of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, the hull is made of wood with a very light specific gravity, without using an iron nail, and then brushed with secret tung oil, made by various complex processes, if it is put on the modern era, the proper precious cultural relics, if it is seen by some ancient ship lovers, it will definitely be considered a violent thing, this exquisite artwork should be placed in the museum to be solemnly collected, not like now soaked in the water, wind and rain.
In the live broadcast room, there are often brick scholars who criticize Xiao Yu for not paying attention to the protection of cultural relics, but Xiao Yu is too lazy to pay attention to it.
The old man gently paddled the oars in his hand and entered the hinterland of Mirror Lake smoothly and abnormally.
Now the sun is in the middle overhead, the sun is just right, the air visibility is very good, and as far as the eye can see, you can clearly see that the mountain peaks in the distant sky are like a layer of gold dust under the golden sunlight, and a sacred aura is blowing in the face.
The boat swayed, setting off a faint ripple, quietly rowing through the mirror-like lake, as if passing through the white clouds and blue sky, becoming more and more tranquil and vast.
Forests, lakes, blue skies, and white clouds are as if you have entered a beautiful picture, which is intoxicating.
After the tea, the boat arrived on the opposite bank, and the old man moored the boat and said:
"The two of you follow this road, and then cross a mountain beam, and you will arrive at our Zhaojia Village."
Xiao Yu nodded and turned around to leave, but the old man gritted his teeth and suddenly said:
"The old man has lived for so many years, he has not read a book, but he still has the eye to see people, I look at the two of them extraordinary, and there is one thing to ask for......"
Xiao Yu saw that the old man frowned slightly, and there was a trace of sorrow lingering in his eyes on the road, but he was not a nosy person, so he ignored it.
But now that everyone else has mentioned it, he won't refuse.
"Tell me what it is, if you can help, you won't shirk it."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said:
"My son went up the mountain to chop wood half a month ago, and when he got home, he was confused, as if he was lost in his mind, I looked for Lang Zhong, and I didn't eat less medicine, but it didn't have any effect, and I saw that I was angry......
When the old man said this, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Since ancient times, the three major sorrows of life are nothing more than white-haired people sending black-haired people.
"Helped!" Xiao Yu slapped his thigh and made a final decision, "Please also ask the old man to lead the way." ā
The old man made a gesture again and again, and took Xiao Yu and the two to the village.
After walking a few steps, Kankan climbed over the hill, and saw a relatively large village suddenly emerging from the opposite mountain col, surrounded by dense bamboo forests, which gave people a very peaceful and peaceful feeling at a glance.
Walking along the mountain road to the village, the vision gradually widened. From time to time, you can see patches of green and pleasant vegetable fields on the roadside, and there are few wheat fields in the mountains, and most of them are common vegetables such as cabbage and radish.
The old man smoked the dry flue:
"We are relatively remote here, and we don't have any expensive things to get our hands on, so when we come to my house, let my mother-in-law cook for you, not to mention anything else, the rice balls must be full."
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As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the village, he looked timidly at the snot baby with his bare butt exposed, and then shouted and hid aside.
The path in this village is paved with bluestone, and it is covered with traces of time, and soon an old man with a stick will greet him, looking at Xiao Yu and the two with a pair of eyes, and said with a little vigilance:
"Two distinguished guests have come from afar, what are you doing?"
With murderers like Yan Chixia following, it is normal for others to be wary.
Since ancient times, the head of such a village has been the person with the highest rank or prestige in the village, and this old man must be the same.
At this time, Xiao Yu didn't take the initiative to speak, and took two steps sideways to let the old man out, this old man looked quite shrewd at first glance, a fool is not good but self-defeating, and it is most appropriate for the old man who supports the boat to open his mouth.
Sure enough, the old man pinned the cigarette pot to his waist and shouted at the top of his voice:
"Third uncle, this is a master from outside, I brought them here, so that Dazhu can take a look at the disease."
After finishing speaking, the old man turned his head and said, "This is the head of our Zhaojia Village, the only talented old man in the village." ā
"I've seen the village chief."
The old man nodded, looked at Yan Chixia a few more times, and then said: "The two of you came from afar, and if you miss the distance, you hope to forgive your sins." ā
Xiao Yu smiled and said:
"It's okay, entrusted by others, loyal to people, let's go and see the situation first." (To be continued.) )