Jiang Xian's words made several people fall into deep thought.

If they don't pay attention to the traces left by Mao Ziyuan, then their experience along the way is equivalent to a waste.

"Chu Simiao's vast clouds and water are cold...... Ling Xiaozi raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes moved slightly: "Have you noticed that the relevant poems left by Mao Ziyuan this time are all Bai Letian's poems?" ”

"The poem of the old man under the hairy turtle yarrow is self-deprecating and self-deprecating, and this Chu Simiao's vast clouds and water cold are also Bai Juyi's seven-law ......" His eyes rolled slightly: "What does it mean, or is it simply a coincidence?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Xian and Lin Ruoxue glanced at each other, and they were not sure.

After all, Bai Juyi is also a prolific poet, and according to current statistics, he has written a total of 3,840 poems.

But if it's really intentional...... If they miss the important points, they will do more with less.

"So, I hate these gods very much......" Jiang Xian scratched his head and let out a long breath: "This kind of thing that plays dumb riddles and doesn't speak human words should be hung up on the flagpole to show the public!" ”

"Ahem...... Ling Xiaozi's eyes rolled, and he looked at Jiang Xian and said, "The surname Jiang said it well, I think it's the same!" Those magic sticks who deliberately play dumb riddles are too much! ”

"Always let us guess, guess the fart!"

"That's right!" Jiang Xian nodded in agreement, but his eyes were staring at Ling Xiaozi at the same time: "Those magic sticks are really annoying, but ...... Fake Taoist, can you turn off your recording first? Do you still want to go to Xu Zhenren to sue with what I just said? ”

？？？

Ling Xiaozi was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jiang Xian strangely: "How did you do it with the surname Jiang?" I'm so hidden......"

"Guess. Want to get my grip? You're still tender! Jiang Xianfeng glanced at him lightly: "With this kung fu, you might as well think about it, how can you crack the information left by Mao Ziyuan." ”

"It's boring, it's boring......"

Ling Xiaozi leaned back dejectedly, and waved the dust: "Chu Simiao's vast clouds and water are cold, and the sound of business is crisp and orchestral...... Mao Ziyuan uses this verse, but he will never take the original meaning of the verse. ”

"Therefore, the Chu in this should take the meaning of Chu land, Chu country. The identity of the founder of the ancient Dian Kingdom ......"

"As for Miaoman, it should be said that the water is huge, and it may refer to the entire Fuxian Lake and the surrounding rivers."

"The last cloud is cold......" he paused, "Do you think it could be cold?" ”

Several people looked stunned, and then Jiang Xian shook his head slightly and said: "This kind of statement does explain all this sentence, but there is no follow-up explanation at all, which does not conform to Mao Ziyuan's consistent style." In his message, there must be a hidden knowledge of his next action. ”

"It's not going to be that simple."

He looked out the window, his eyes flickering slightly: "Maybe...... When we explore the bottom of Fuxian Lake, we can guess its true meaning. ”

"Chu Simiao's vast clouds and water are cold...... The thought in his heart turned slightly: "It is indeed an idea to use Chu as the starting point, but what if in fact, it is from Chu Si as the starting point?" ”

"The Ideological and Cultural ...... of Chudi"

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Smack!

With a long exhale, the expression on the old man's face remained unchanged.

Dao Guangrui on the side put down his mobile phone and looked at the old man Dao with some surprise: "Sure enough, Song Feng really contacted me, you are really accurate!" ”

"I'm just guessing." The old man's eyes moved slightly: "After all, among your group of people, you are the only one left in charge." Tiger Mountain is much more terrifying than a man-eating tiger...... Don't try to go in on your own. ”

"Yes, I'm not stupid."

Dao Guangrui said indifferently: "Just looking for treasures, I can't even compare to Brother Sun in terms of public opinion, isn't this looking for death?" ”

"It's good to know." The old man nodded slightly: "But sometimes, many things can be solved without your attention and careful......"

Well?

As soon as these words came out, even if Dao Guangrui reacted again, he felt that something was wrong, he glanced around vigilantly, at night, there were not many lights in the village, and the bright moon in the sky was obscured by a cloud, making the courtyard appear even darker.

Bang Bang Bang!

"The old man is really powerful, I stretched out my hand and thought it was good, but I didn't expect it to be hidden from you."

As the voice appeared, Dao Guangrui's gaze suddenly moved to the shade of a tree in front of him.

I saw a faint wisp of smoke emerge there, and soon filled the entire shade of the tree, and then the smoke slowly dissipated, and with the dissipation of the smoke, a tall figure gradually emerged from inside.

Dao Guangrui saw the other party, his expression suddenly froze, his face was full of solemnity, and a fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Oh, dear knife, we're meeting again."

A flirtatious tone came out of the man's mouth, he stared at the person in front of him with a smile, then looked at the old man next to him, bent down and bowed: "Hello, old man Dao, Aberdei our captain greets you." ”

Whew......

Dao Guangrui's breathing unconsciously became heavy, and he only felt a mountain of pressure coming from the man in front of him, and the fear hidden in his heart was also pulled out.

The first time he saw this face, he wanted to run, but when he thought of the old man next to him, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

He knew how terrifying, how cruel, and brutal this seemingly amiable guy in front of him was!

It was a nightmare he would never forget.

He knew that sooner or later he would face up to these people, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, so early!

Syllable!

The palm of his hand gently patted his shoulder, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Relax, relax, there is calm in every big event." Mr. Abel came to our village as a guest, isn't your attitude a joke? ”

"Go to the house and bring the good tea I bought from Qing Fengxiang, and ask Mr. Abel to taste it."

Dao Guangrui exhaled slowly, and with the slapping of the palm on his shoulder, the fear in his heart gradually dissipated, and he took a deep look at Abel in front of him, turned around and walked into the room.

"Then bother the old man with the knife." Abel's Chinese was straight and round, and the smile on his face was undiminished: "I have long known the name of Qing Fengxiang, the most famous tea merchant on the Ancient Tea Horse Road...... Zuo Wenlong of the Qing Dynasty once said: 'Who can get the best tea in the world, only Qingfeng Xiang is in the world.' ’”

"I've wanted to try it for a long time."

"Since you can get what you want today, the younger generation is not welcome."

Hehe......

A smile tugged at the corner of the old man's mouth, who would believe this? You have crossed the group one by one, and you want to drink the tea that you can't drink Qingfengxiang?

But his face is still kind and kind: "It's easy to say and talk...... When individuals come, we must be well entertained, and there are not many others, but I still have a lot of Pu'er in Qingfengxiang. Why don't you Mr. Abel talk here today? ”

"Of course." Abel bowed with a smile: "I don't dare to ask for it." ”

The eyelids of Dao Guangrui, who came out, jumped, this guy speaks Chinese more neatly than himself, a Chinese!

"Worthy of the organization." He sighed secretly in his heart, walked up with tea leaves and teapots, and placed them on the table in front of the old man.

The old man picked up the tea set, opened the kettle next to it, scalded the tea set with boiling water, and then pried the tea cake and took out a small piece and put it in the bowl. Pour boiling water again, rinse it and pour it on the floor.

He looked at Abel and said: "Pu'er tea is always good enough to think about, I don't know how long this tea has been, but it tastes good, I'm afraid there is not much to compare." ”

After hearing this, Abel smiled and nodded: "The old man is right, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come and bother at night." ”

"However, although Pu'er is more and more fragrant in the year, it must also be well preserved, otherwise it will become moldy and deteriorate, and bye bye will spoil good things."

"Looking at your old man's methods, I don't think I need to worry about it."

As he spoke, the old man's second brew had already been soaked, covered the bowl, opened the lid after a few seconds, poured the tea soup inside into the tea cups one by one, looked up and said to Abel in front of him: "Please." ”

Abel Zhengse, stretched out his hand and picked up the tea cup in front of him, closed his eyes after taking a sip, and exclaimed: "Good tea!" Fragrant in the nine square orchid gas, round as the three autumn moon wheel. ”

"This cup of tea is higher than this praise."

"But ......" he looked at Dao Guangrui and Old Man Dao with a smile: "You also know that good things are naturally loved by everyone, and if you love them too much, you are not very willing to share them with others, just like this Pu'er." ”

"It would be a pity if it fell into the hands of mediocrity and laymen."

"Does the old gentleman think so?"

The old man looked at Abel and nodded slowly: "You're right, if you don't have that much ability, this Pu'er might as well be given to others." I don't have the ability to worry about it there, and I can't even sleep well. ”

As soon as this sentence fell, wisps of smoke suddenly emitted around Abel in front of him, and his entire body instantly distorted, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person disappeared into the fog out of thin air.

Dao Guangrui next to him was taken aback, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he was just about to ask a question, when a force slammed into him, and the whole person flew out directly.

At the same time, a wisp of white mist drifted to the location where he was just now, and only the sound of "Zheng" was heard, and cracks appeared in the bluestone on the ground there.

What's going on? Is it Abel's hand?

How did he do it?

Dao Guangrui was stunned in his heart, he didn't even react to the situation just now, and he had no concept at all in his heart. The figure disappeared out of thin air, and the masonry on the ground cracked out of thin air, all of which was beyond his original understanding.

The old man sat in place, looked at the drifting smoke and said slowly: "Anyway, Pu'er is here, so I don't have to attack him, right?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Abel's voice came from all around: "It's itchy for a while, and I act subconsciously." ”

"Sir, don't worry, in the future, there will be no similar situation."