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It is often said that water and fire are ruthless, and when they saw that it was on fire, Mu Mangzi and Wucheng rolled over, habitually lifted the sword beside them, and rushed out of the fire. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The wind fuels the fire, and the more it burns, the more vigorous it becomes, reflecting half the sky.

Mu Mangzi was shocked: "Almost, I was burned to death for nothing." ”

Wu Cheng said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to run as soon as you turned over, faster than me! I think you deserve to be as quiet as a virgin and move like a rabbit." If you run like this on the battlefield, you will already be swords. ”

Mu Mangzi said suspiciously: "If you run fast, you still have to be swords?"

Wu Cheng smiled again: "If you encounter the enemy, you will run first, and your own general will kill you first." ”

Mu Mangzi said: "I was dreaming in a dream, and suddenly I heard a fire, where to think about it." ”

Suddenly, Wu Cheng looked at Mu Mangzi and shouted, "Where is my treasure? Oh, it must be burned to ashes! ”

"Don't look at me! I didn't have time to pack my bags. ”

Wu Cheng said: "The most pity is the baby sent by Rong Xin." Fortunately, the sword did not turn into water. ”

Mu Mangzi sneered: "The treasure sent by Rong Xin, in your heart, how can it be burned?"

Wu Cheng patted the smoke and dust on his body and said, "That baby, I have already put it in the cannibal, and you still take it to heart?"

Mu Mangzi couldn't answer, and said, "Perhaps, it's not burned to ashes, you can take it out." ”

Wu Cheng said: "At this time, the fire is big, you are water, water overcomes fire, you go and get it?"

Mu Mangzi smiled: "I don't want anything outside my body." ”

Wu Cheng said: "It's nothing. Two men with red stripes, stealing, robbing and begging, can make a living. You're thin-faced, and I'm in front. Don't worry, the food of the open dam, if there is mine, there will be yours. ”

Mu Mangzi deliberately sighed: "A gentleman doesn't eat the food that comes from him. ”

Wu Cheng said contemptuously: "You wait to sigh and die." ”

Mu Mangzi smiled: "Thieves can be thieves, very thieves, Lao Tzu has praised you." ”

Wu Cheng said: "You don't care about Lao Tzu's grandson Wu Zi Mazi, only extraordinary people can be extraordinary thieves." ”

Mu Mangzi was happy and said: "I don't know how far it is from the mouth of Danfu Shuilongxi, when I get there, I don't have to worry about it." ”

Wu Cheng said: "That being said, it's always a pity that those few treasures of the cannibals are burned. I can't figure it out, how did this fire start?"

Mu Mangzi smiled: "This is a heavenly fire, or a ghost fire." ”

Of course, this is not a heavenly fire, let alone a ghost fire, but two careless boys, ignoring their heads and tails, the sparks left behind when roasting birds to eat, were blown by the tailwind of the night and ignited the grass house.

That night, the two talked by the fire until dawn, and even talked about the topic of women for the first time, Mu Mangzi found that the Chu people in front of him were less and less annoying as he used to think, and there were even things to like.

In the end, Wu Cheng said earnestly: "You think that there are too many beauties, so you are not happy." ”

He didn't expect Mu Mangzi to say: "If you don't want her, you won't be happy at all." Don't you want narcissus?"

The young teacher Chu swore that he would rather enlighten a pig than enlighten a bad Baguo student again.

The road was opened again, and down the mountain, it was already afternoon, and we came to a small stream.

This stream, both sides of the river are green, mainly bamboo, as big as a bowl, densely packed.

Within a few miles, there was no one inhabited, and they were walking and looking. There was a man by the stream in front of them, and the two of them felt as if they were waiting for them to arrive.

Wu Cheng stepped forward first, which was almost a fixed pattern, and asked, "Where is this?"

A middle-aged man was concentrating on collecting something with a bronze shovel, and without looking up, he said, "Where are the guests from?"

"Far away. ”

"This place belongs to Fukou. ”

"Isn't it Pakistan?" Wu Cheng added.

The man was a middle-aged man, not tall, and looked up at Wucheng, just like all the Ba people who saw this Chu country, the first feeling was that this person was too tall, and said with a smile: "Of course it's the Ba country, it belongs to the Gu clan." ”

Wu Cheng was pleasantly surprised: "Is it Hu'an Mountain?"

"Exactly. This stream is called Bamboo Creek, go down is Pangu Lake, go out of the lake, enter Danfu water, and then you can go to Hu'an Mountain. ”

Mu Mangzi had already come over while admiring the bamboo, and said: "So that's the case, no wonder the two sides of the strait are green, and most of them are bamboo." My hometown also has a lot of bamboo, and there is a bamboo stream. ”

"You'd better go down the river, if you go deep into this large bamboo forest, you may be in trouble. ”

Wu Cheng was not very happy with his words, and said, "What's the trouble?"

"You two strangers, in this bamboo mountain, I'm afraid it will be difficult to live. The man said as he labored.

Wu Cheng was unconvinced: "Don't be scary, we can all come back at the Ghost Gate." ”

The man smiled faintly and said, "Pakistani warriors, who has not broken through the ghost gate a few times! Not far down this stream, there is a village, go there to find food and lodging." If you miss the village, you will have to suffer a little tonight. ”

Mu Mangzi said: "Aren't you the person from the village?"

"My home is more than ten miles away from here, and I came here to find medicine. ”

When he said this, the wood and witch found several plant stems or leaves around him.

The man continued to gather his plants.

Wu Cheng looked at the object of his labor, and found that it was not a strange drug, but he thought that his mother was too mysterious, the mountains and rivers were mysterious, the customs were mysterious, the women were mysterious, even the flowers and plants were mysterious, the last time I saw a kind of grass, I thought it was a carpanord (plantain), but I heard that it was a fish loach string, and there was no need for such a trivial matter, and then let Mu Mangzi laugh, so he asked: "What did you pick?"

"This is water calamus, which has the effect of dissolving phlegm and opening the body, dehumidifying and strengthening the stomach, killing insects and relieving itching. It seems that it is really an outsider. Many of the best medicines are here, so I walked about ten miles to collect them. ”

Wu Cheng thought to himself, sure enough, he didn't mistake the medicine he was collecting, and he didn't want to be like his father, what research on the medicine was, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Mu and Wu said thank you to him, marching along the riverbank, only to see the beautiful scenery, its water is green like jade, clear to the bottom, there is no water ripple in the quiet place, the angry place can lift the rock, the water surface is printed with mountain peaks, the group of fish is shallow bottom, and the primitive vegetation is densely planted on both banks.

This scenery is evidenced by the local contemporary Wujiang rhyme Mr. poem:

One

The morning light Zhu Xijing is even more beautiful, and the Xia Fei fish jumps into the water and the sky.

Fishermen build houses and live by the river, and the mountains are used as doors and windows and water as curtains.

Second

Tens of thousands of stacked green layer rocks cover the two mountains continuously.

The wind in the gorge stirs up the green leaves, and it is just the nine days of the dragon.

This beautiful stream, called Zhuzi Creek, now known as Zhuzi Creek, is a secondary tributary of the Wujiang River (a tributary of the Furong River), flowing through Haokou Township, Wulong District, Chongqing today.

The two of them walked on the path by the stream, sometimes stepping on gravel, sometimes stepping on grass, sometimes crossing the water, walking for more than an hour, walking to the deeper and deeper of the stream, and there was indeed a stockade on the bank.

The stockade, on the left and right sides and behind, is full of bamboo, mostly water bamboo, and a row of bamboo houses along the bank of the stream, all of which are stilted buildings.

When Mu Mangzi saw the building with a lot of bamboo, he naturally thought of his home Longbaozhai.

Continuing to get closer, they heard the sound of singing and singing from inside the stockade, and the two of them walked up the stone road to the gate of the stockade.

The gate of the village is a large wooden door that is half-opened, and there is a group of large bamboo sculptures that have been artistically carved on the door, and it is also brightly colored.

Mu Mangzi thought to himself: "This is their bamboo totem, maybe it is the hometown of Huben Zhuwu in Hu'an Palace."

Mu Mangzi had heard of Zhuzixi and knew that the downstream was the territory of Furong, the main plate of Sanmiao Village, but he had never been to Sanmiao Village.

Although the gate was ajar, Wucheng still knocked politely on the wooden door.

After a while, a little boy came out, wearing a bamboo hat in the shape of a cat's head on his head, and his two little eyes were rounder than a cat's eyes.

The child's expression amused the two guests.

Wu Cheng said: "Where is this? The two of us came up from the mountain, planning to go to Pangu Lake, and we are tired of walking, can we rest for the night?"

Mu Mangzi smiled secretly: "Does he understand?"

The boy blinked a few times and said, "I'll call my uncle." ”

The boy shrank back, trying to close the door first, so that the guests would not be invited, and pushed the door twice, but did not move.

After a short while, an old man came out, the same uncle as the boy had spoken, and the boy followed him for a short time, then turned and ran.

The old man beckoned the two guests into the village, and the two knew that this place was called "Zhu's Village".

The two guests went in to see, it turned out that inside the village, there were two rows of houses, both of which were relatively low, and in the middle of the upper and lower rows of houses, there was a bluestone dam road that was not wide. On many houses, there are lights.

While walking inside, Wu Cheng said, "Hahaha, water scorn, you must not starve to death now." ”

Mu Mangzi was puzzled and said, "What kind of fart are you putting on?"

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