Chapter 121: The Wind Blows
After that, the embroidery river is more than 200 miles of waterway, safe and stable.
When Chen Ping'an and his party got off the boat, Li Huai and Lin Shouyi both carried bookcases, plus Li Baohua, and the study tour became more and more worthy of the name, and the result was that the straw sandals boy looked at it, more like a young servant of a large family, if it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, it was really impossible to imagine that the straw shoes boy was a practitioner, and he could make a martial secretary Lang next to the county magistrate of Da Li Shangxian County, without any power to fight back, and when he got off the boat, he was still carried down on a stretcher.
Chen Ping'an carefully looked at the map before going down, did not plan to pass through Wanping County, after going south around the city, to pass through a majestic mountain, it is estimated that it will take more than half a month of foot strength, Chen Ping'an asked the locals on the boat, there is a mountain road to go, but compared to the bluestone post road of Qidun Mountain, it is much more difficult to walk, not through the carriage, mostly donkeys and mules.
If you don't take the mountain road, you have to pass through a county town, Lin Shouyi said that he has not yet realized the method of pure yang charm, and he can't let the yin god cover the innate yin qi, and it is probably not able to enter the city openly, according to Ah Liang, the city god pavilion, Wenwu Temple and a general's mansion in the county town are afraid that they will have a congenital rejection of the yin god.
During the period, Chen Ping'an also tentatively asked the village husbands and women about whether there were any strange legends in those mountains, and whether there would be mountain ghosts. When the local people saw that the four children were not very old and carrying bookcases, they became scholars who ran out to visit the mountains and rivers of the rich and noble families, and said with a smile to Chen Ping'an that the mountains and rivers over there did not even have a name, and they had never heard of the gods and monsters. In the end, most of them did not forget to recommend the Jiang Shen Temple of the Embroidered River to the four people, saying that it is very effective to ask for a sign to worship the gods there, maybe there is really a river god master, every year the county order will take people to worship by the river, firecrackers are in the sky, and it is very lively.
Before the four of them entered the mountain, it was noon, Li Huai stood at the foot of the mountain, bent over, bowed three times, looked up and saw that Chen Ping'an did not move, and asked strangely: "Chen Ping'an, you worshiped in Qidun Mountain last time, saying that you worshiped the mountain god, why are you lazy this time?"
Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but still replied: "I used to go into the mountains often with the old man, and learned a little bit of the ability to see the mountains and eat the soil, when the old man was in a good mood, he said that some mountain directions, where will be the place where the mountain god lord put what golden body, very particular, roughly whether there is a mountain god lord sitting on the chair, you can see a little sign before you take a few careful looks before entering the mountain." In addition, the locals said that there was no such thing here, so we can roughly determine that the mountain road we are going to take is not the territory of the mountain god. ”
Lin Shouyi's mind moved slightly, and said: "The predecessors of the Yin God said that the gods of the mountains and rivers of a dynasty have a limited number of places, and it is impossible to have gods everywhere, otherwise it will be flooded, making the local luck a mess, plus the dispute between mountains and rivers, and the situation of fighting for land and water sources under the mountain is almost the same, but it is not good for the dynasty, so generally speaking, there is no clear record of the mountain temple in the local county annals, and it is impossible for the mountain god to appear." ”
Li Huai was a little disappointed, "Alas, I still want a few more painted puppets." ”
It turned out that he was a blessing in disguise in Qidun Mountain, and he got a lifelike painted puppet in vain, which made Li Huai look forward to it very much, and he couldn't wait to get one after walking through a mountain, so when he walked to the Great Sui Academy, his small bookcase would be full of it, or in a bamboo box behind him, there would only be a puppet and a book in the end, which would be too "four walls".
Lin Shou laughed angrily: "What kind of cheek do you have to say that Chen Ping'an is a fan of wealth?"
Li Huai looked innocent, "I didn't say it, I only said that Chen Ping'an is a gentleman's wealth, and he takes it in a good way." ”
Lin Shouyi snorted coldly: "Sycophant!"
Li Huai was furious, "If it weren't for me begging hard, would you have a small bookcase?" Lin Shouyi, do you have a little conscience?"
Li Baohua said angrily: "Shut up." ”
Chen Ping'an when there is no one around, he will practice walking the pile, because he is carrying a big back basket, he does not dare to move too much, so he allows himself to gather his strength and posture, and walk as slowly as possible, after all, Ah Liang taught the luck of the eighteen stops in the pillow station, and said that a slow word is the essence of the eighteen stops.
After walking into the mountain for about two hours, Li Huai was already out of breath, and so was Li Baohua.
Chen Ping'an knew that this was the end of the so-called "one breath", so he just picked a stream to rest. Lin Shouyi is worthy of being a god who climbs the mountain with one foot, he is calm and relaxed, but his forehead is slightly oozing sweat, which is not as good as Chen Ping'an. Each found a place to sit down, Chen Ping'an took out the knife of Li Baohua from his big back basket, Ah Liang called the narrow knife of "auspicious charm", although Ah Liang said the word "bottom" at that time, but Chen Ping'an was not blind, but a person who was used to using kitchen knives and firewood knives, and even Miss Ning's skirt knife was borrowed for a while, knowing that this knife must be extremely valuable, so as long as there was no one around, he would take out the inexplicable small dragon slashing platform to carefully sharpen the blade.
After pulling the knife out of the sheath, first dip it in water on the black and shiny dragon slaying platform, Chen Ping'an squatted on the bank of the stream and began to sharpen the knife slowly, his movements were soothing, not impatient or impatient, like treating the most cherished and fragile tribute porcelain in the town.
Chen Ping'an likes to concentrate on one thing, especially what can be done well
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