readx;? The escort man who escorted the goods on this trip, in addition to letting his subordinate Gu steward come over, there was also a white-faced scholar Song Wenbin, this is this bookish Song Gongzi who is very angry does not seem to have a high status, and when talking to the fat Gu steward, he seems to be lacking in confidence, probably just a little friendship with the Wang surnamed Shangjia to be able to follow together, it is estimated that it is also to be able to go to Yangzhou safely, and the main thing to talk about is to take care of the steward. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Molan sat by the bonfire and regularly tapped her thighs with her fingers, her eyes swept over the people on the edge of another bonfire not far away, the fat steward Gu got a pot of wine from nowhere, but the amount of alcohol was not good, she was drunk and stood there dancing, attracting the attention of many children and girls, Ling Ziwei also looked at it curiously, she has always been respectful of the fat uncle, in addition to her mother's admonition, it is mainly because of the poor appearance of the Gu steward, compared to the good-looking stranger Li Molan is obviously more likely to arouse the favor of the little girl。

Probably because he couldn't stand the kind of vulgar and bad dance that caused a lot of applause, Song Wenbin, a white-faced scholar who was also a dart escort, trotted all the way to take refuge, nodded to everyone here and sat not far from Li Molan, and then nodded at the little girl Ling Ziwei with a smile.

The fourteen-year-old girl Ling Ziwei tilted her head and looked at her, but she didn't react.

Song Wenbin is not familiar with the people present, so he has dealt with Hong Baihu, and Ling Qiuyu has said two words, and he doesn't know the rest of the old dart heads, and he has never met Li Molan, these days his thin body can't stand the bumps on the horse's back and has been nesting in the carriage, and he hasn't seen much of the green shirt boy riding a bull in the middle of the convoy, and he doesn't know how to speak, so he quietly watched the branches crackling in the bonfire.

A few old darts chatted with each other about the internal affairs of the Pinghu dart game, and occasionally Hong Baihu and Ling Qiuyu would smile and say a few words, so that the quietness of Li Molan and Song Wenbin was a little out of place, and Song Wenbin also found that this young man who looked a little bookish like himself did not seem to be a person in the dart game, and said: "My name is Song Wenbin, who is Your Excellency?"

"Li Molan, a martial artist. Li Molan smiled.

There was still Ling Ziwei sitting between the two, but this girl was sleepy early, her eyes were foggy, and she was somewhat shaky, and her head shook like a chicken pecking rice.

"Brother Li is a martial artist? Song Wenbin was quite surprised, and then a little disappointed, he is a scholar, this trip to Yangzhou is actually mainly to go to Kyoto to catch the exam, the reader reads as a champion Lang is everyone's dream, he is no exception, the people on this trip are some rough people, most of them are illiterate and do not understand the interest of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, especially that Gu is in charge, his mind is full of lower body, so that Song Wenbin is very disgusted, this sense of loneliness that he can't find a confidant makes him extremely disappointed, so when he first met Li Molan, he thought that he also met a fellow friend who went to Beijing to catch the exam, who knew that he was also a martial artist。

Li Molan smiled: "It's also a scholar, not to mention reading poetry and books, you can understand everything you should know." ”

After all, he was the top of the list in the opening assessment of the Lin'an City Enlightenment Academy a few years ago, and he did not lose to others in terms of dancing and writing, so he naturally had some confidence.

Song Wenbin looked like he had met a stranger in a foreign country, and a few lines of poetry popped out of his mouth, the level was not very high, but it was still incomprehensible for those rough people in the dart game to listen, Li Molan smiled and praised two sentences, and gave a few vague comments, which made Song Wenbin very interested all of a sudden, and chattered to let Li Molan also take advantage of the moonlit night bonfire to chant poems against him.

Li Molan was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know the moon when I am young, and I call it a white jade plate." and suspected Yaotai mirror, flying in the white clouds. ”

Song Wenbin pondered the meaning for a moment, laughed, and thought that Brother Li was quite interesting.

Li Molan continued: "The immortals hang their feet, and the laurel trees are in groups. The white rabbit pounded the medicine and asked Yan who to eat with. ”

Song Wenbin hesitated for a moment and asked, "Brother Li, the white rabbit pounds medicine...... What do you mean? Isn't there a rabbit on the moon?"

"That's what you think. Li Molan looked at the bright moon in the sky, with a look of reminiscence in her eyes, and said lightly: "The toad has eroded the round shadow, and the bright night is gone." Yi Xi fell nine black, and the sky and people were clear and peaceful. **This confusion, go to the lack of view. Worry about how it is, sad and devastating. ”

Song Wenbin doesn't know how to evaluate it, literati are good at dancing and writing ink, and it is not a problem to say some ambiguous scenes to deal with, but the style of this poem is majestic and unrestrained, fresh and handsome is secondary, the point is that it seems to be mixed with many fantasies that he has never heard of, this is the first time for Song Wenbin, and he couldn't help asking: "The white rabbit and toad on the moon, as well as the Yixi Falling Nine Wu, are they all legends of Brother Li's hometown?"

Li Molan nodded and said, "It's all local myths that haven't spread much, and it's normal to not understand them." ”

Song Wenbin said: "No wonder I have never heard of it, where is Brother Li from?"

Li Molan sighed and didn't answer, Song Wenbin thought that Li Molan was hurt by the scene, so he didn't ask more, who wouldn't have homesickness, he Song Wenbin is now going to Beijing to take the exam, and his mood is about the same.

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On the second day, the convoy set off again, Li Molan leisurely rode on the back of the ox and hung in the middle of the convoy, the old green cow seemed to be in a good mood, his steps were light, and he thought that the old cow was floating and walking without looking carefully.

In the afternoon, there are horse thieves blocking the road on the road, the road here is wide, there is no street in front of the store, it is a fertile field, which is very suitable for horse thief activities, but the problem is not big, Hong Baihu is still the same as before, first accompany a smile, and then find out a bag of silver, and open the road, without spending a single soldier, so that Li Molan in his eyes, full of emotion.

The convoy soon came to an open terrain, not far away is the dark forest, the long-distance Pinghu Dart Bureau and his party set up camp again, walked a hundred miles during the day, the horses were also tired and half dead, they could not ignore the life and death of the animals and let them run around day and night, even if the horses could do it, people could not not sleep.

It's just that for some reason, tonight's night is extraordinarily dark, like a pool of ink, not even much moonlight, but the spring breeze is cold on the face, which makes people's spines cold.

Hong Baihu sat next to the crackling bonfire and frowned and said, "Is that gang of horse thieves new to these days? ”

Ling Qiuyu, the second master, stood beside him, and when he heard his words, his voice was much more solemn: "I guess it's new...... But why are they so easy to talk to? If it is our acquaintances on the road, it is the first time we have encountered these horse thieves, so it is too easy to talk. ”

The group of horse thieves encountered during the day has a good strength, there are several cultivators in the middle realm and the initial realm of enlightenment, and there is even a bandit leader in the realm after enlightenment, the horse thieves who have horses in the head-on decisive battle undoubtedly have a great advantage, in this case, Ling Qiuyu and the others are ready to go to war, who knows that Hong Baihu went up a few words, and the bandit leader simply nodded neatly, what is the reason?

Hong Baihu, who was in charge of the negotiation, actually didn't understand, and Ling Qiuyu, who didn't go up to negotiate, naturally didn't understand.

In the night, in the darkness, there was a withered and rotten tree, and it was invisible.

Li Molan stood by the lonely dead wood, leaning against the trunk of the dead wood, as straight as a sword, and not far away was the old cow Xiaoqing, who looked comfortable, was grazing leisurely.

He said to himself, "The night is dark and the wind is high...... It's good for killing. (To be continued.) )