In the early morning, it began to rain lightly.

The mist on Liuyun Lake climbs all over Fengyang Mountain, with ups and downs, disillusionment, like a fairyland on earth!

A man in a green shirt with a sword, holding a blue oil-paper umbrella in one hand, believed in the reins of the horse, and swayed all the way to the beautiful scenery into the mountain.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, there is a gazebo, a handsome young man in white sits in the pavilion, there is a bronze bell hanging on his side, there is a tea table in front of him, and the black iron kettle on the red clay stove on the desk is steaming wisps of heat.

"Senior brother has come from afar, you might as well sit down and rest your feet and drink a cup of fragrant tea. ”

The young man in white saw the young man in green shirt, got up and said from afar.

The man in the green shirt turned over and dismounted, and made a sword salute with his sword: "There is Senior Brother Lao." ”

The young man in white waved his hand again and said with a smile: "Senior brother is polite, please take a seat!"

The two walked into the pavilion and sat down, and the young man in white began to cook tea.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Gao's name, where did he come from?"

"Yu Qingxiamen is alone, and he came to visit Uncle Bai on the orders of his master. ”

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Dugu, and I used to hear the name of Senior Brother Dugu's 'Evil Sword', but I can see it today, and my style is really extraordinary!"

The young man in white clenched his fist and threw his hand at the man in the green shirt.

The man in the green shirt also returned the salute with a smile: "Senior brother Liao Zan, junior brother is young, but he has everyone's style in his gestures, and he is worthy of being a high-footer in Hehuanmen!"

"Senior Brother Dugu lifted. ”

The young man in white pushed a turquoise tea soup in front of the man in green shirts, "Senior Brother Dugu, rest your feet, and wait for the junior brother to lead the way." ”

The man in the green shirt thanked him, picked up the teacup in both hands, and took a small sip.

The young man in white wiped his hands with a clean sweat towel, took out a small bronze hammer with a clumsy beast head, and gently tapped it on the bronze bell on his side.

"Bell ......"

Qingyue's Zhongshan quickly spread throughout Fengyang Mountain.

The man in the green shirt raised his eyes, looked at the young man in white and said with a smile: "Senior brother is good at kung fu!"

The young man in white arched his hand: "Let Senior Brother Dugu smile." ”

A cup of tea.

The young man in white got up, took out a white oil-paper umbrella, and led Dugu Fang up the mountain.

The two of them walked up the mountain road.

Halfway up the mountain, the number of houses gradually increased.

Each room is built with bamboo and wood houses, which are built along the mountain in a hugging trend, and complement each other with bamboo cultivation everywhere.

From time to time, there are also young men in white dancing swords, and Luo skirt showing girls touching the qin, which makes Dugu Fang can't help but slow down, and can't bear the footsteps to destroy this beautiful scenery.

"What a place!"

He sighed in his heart, "It would be a pity if it was contaminated with blood!"

The two walked to the front of the main hall in the middle of the mountainside, and the white-clothed young man bowed his hand to Dugu Fang and said, "Senior Brother Dugu, the master is already waiting in the hall, please forgive the senior brother for not being able to accompany him anymore." ”

Dugu Fang returned the salute: "Thank you, junior brother." ”

"The matter within the division, you can't thank Senior Brother Dugu, Senior Brother Dugu, please!"

"Goodbye. ”

Saying goodbye to the young man in white, Dugu Fang put away the oil-paper umbrella, straightened his clothes, and slowly climbed the steps in front of the main hall.

In the main hall, there was already a handsome middle-aged man in a purple robe, a burly figure, and a warm temperament, and a handsome young man in white wearing a silver forehead on his head.

The purple-robed man saw Dugu Fang coming in from outside the lobby, got up with a smile and greeted him, and said, "Eight years in a flash, the young man who followed behind Senior Brother Qing in the past has grown into an adult in a blink of an eye. ”

Dugu Fang walked into the hall and smiled embarrassedly: "Uncle Bai is still so funny. ”

The purple-robed man patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the white-clothed young man beside him: "This is the dog white wind, you are all young people, you will be closer and closer in the future, and you can also take care of the rivers and lakes." ”

The young man in white smiled and bowed his hand to Dugu Fang: "Senior Brother Dugu, it's polite!"

Dugu Fang looked at the young man in white and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Bai, you are really like Uncle Bai when he was young, he was so jade, but he was envious of Senior Brother." ”

"Hahaha......"

When the purple-robed man heard this, he laughed and said, "You are also very much like your master, and you speak so well." ”

Dugu Fang smiled, reached out and took out a gilded red invitation from his arms, and presented it to the purple-robed man with both hands: "Yu Qingxiamen, scheduled to be held on the sixth day of the next lunar month, will hold a door relocation ceremony in Chaoxia Mountain, Jianye County, Fengwolf County, and respectfully invite Uncle Bai to attend the ceremony." ”

The purple-robed man turned the invitation, opened it and carefully reviewed it, then asked with his eyebrows, "Why is it so hasty?"

Most of the people in the rivers and lakes will start to invite guests several months in advance when they hold celebrations and major events, because it is a bit hasty to take into account the time of sending the letter and the distance of the guests, and only start inviting guests half a month in advance.

Dugu Fang didn't explain too much, but said: "The family teacher said: If the name is not right, the words are not good." ”

The purple-robed man understood, put away the invitation and said, "My nephew is coming from afar, sit down and talk...... Serve tea!"

"Uncle Xie. ”

After Dugu Fang sat down, the purple-robed man said softly with a sad face: "It stands to reason that I have been friends with your Qingxiamen for three generations, and you Qingxiamen Door Relocation Ceremony, I should go there in person no matter what, but there are indeed some troubles in the door recently, I am afraid that this time I can only disappoint Senior Brother Qing." ”

When Dugu Fang heard this, he hesitated slightly, but he still arched his hand and said, "Dare to ask Uncle Shi, but are you worried about Taiping Town?"

The purple-robed man sighed lightly: "You also heard?"

Dugu Fang nodded: "The little nephew heard about it as soon as he entered Beiyin County." ”

The purple-robed man spread his hands, "That's it, it's really troublesome." ”

Dugu looked hesitant, as if he was considering whether some words should be said or not.

The purple-robed man saw his hesitation and asked, "If the nephew has something to say, you might as well say it directly, you and I are world friends, so I don't need to hide it in front of me." ”

When Dugu Fang heard this, he no longer hesitated in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Shi, is there any misunderstanding between your faction and Taiping Town?"

The purple-robed man frowned slightly, and asked quietly, "Where did the nephew say this?"

Dugu Fang: "Uncle Shi knows a little about Zhang Chu in Taiping Town?"

The purple-robed man thought for a while and said: "Zhang Chu, who was originally the leader of the Jintianfu Silian Gang, later rose in the battle of the Northern Barbarians to attack Jintianfu, and successively served as the Jintianfu County Soldier Cao, and the former guerrilla general of the Zhenbei Army. ”

Dugu Fang listened to him say "is a powerful character with a bit of luck", and knew in his heart that he had never carefully understood Zhang Chu's past, nor did he really regard Zhang Chu as a thing.

If he had carefully understood Zhang Chu's past, he would not have used "a bit of luck" to describe Zhang Chu.