Fan Chuan.

It is less than five days away from Zhongnan Mountain, and the official road is not more deserted than before, and there are no more people to see than before, and the road is full of pedestrians at this time, they are either in teams of three or two, or mavericks with a single sword.

At a glance, there are all the Jianghu guests, they are dressed in different ways, some only wear sweatshirts and shorts, bare-chested breasts, and some are wrapped tightly in themselves, like aliens from the north.

Although their styles are very different, they go in the same direction, that is, the direction of Zhongnan Mountain.

At this time, there are carriages on the official road, and there are also four large sedan chairs, look at the vigorous figure, you will know that the sedan chair is not an ordinary family, but a person in the rivers and lakes with martial arts, look at it and know that the person who comes is either rich or expensive.

While a nondescript carriage was passing leisurely, a young man sat cross-legged on the roof of the carriage, looking at the various passengers on the road with great interest, when the carriage was very slow, and some pedestrians were walking side by side.

The young man on the roof of the car glanced at the woodcutter walking slowly on the side of the road, and took out a pear and threw it down, the woodcutter was stunned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the young man on the roof of the car smile brightly and said: "Old man, this year's road is really lively." ”

The woodcutter glanced at the young man who was lazily holding his chin and looking around, hesitated for a while, wiped the pear in his hand on the placket of his chest, and then took a bite of it, and the juice that burst out instantly made his old face unfold, and grinned: "It's so sweet!" Brother, how long have you not been back? ”

Seeing that the young man spoke fluent in the local dialect, the woodcutter knew that he was not a foreigner.

"It's been a few years since I left home, I can't remember if it's two years or three years, or my hometown."

The young man stretched out on the roof of the car and sighed, seeing that he didn't have the shelves of those rich people, the woodcutter also opened the chatterbox, strolled side by side with the carriage, gnawed the pears in his hands in three or two times, and didn't even let go of the core, swallowed it in one gulp, and said with satisfaction: "That's, there is chaos outside, where is there a stable hometown, little brother, you don't know, there is a Nashi Villa under the Zhongnan Mountain, these people are going there, the little old man also heard that there is a discussion to deal with a demon, I don't know what the way to come from, people from all over the world have come, and the current Zhongnan Mountain is not very peaceful. ”

The woodcutter looked left and right, and said cautiously.

Hearing this, the young man raised the corners of his mouth, looked at the distant mountains in the wind, and said with a smile: "The wind is rising, don't go out at night, this is the end of the South Mountain, the sky is going to change."

The woodcutter's heart moved, he glanced at the young man who was a little hanging, nodded and followed his gaze to the mountains opposite, and said, "Well, it's about to change the sky." ”

Soon, although the carriage drove to a market, and when he looked at the lively open-air tea house, the young man on the roof suddenly asked himself, "Do you want to get off the car?" ”

As soon as the words came out, there was silence all around, and a cold voice suddenly came from the carriage: "No." ”

"Hehe, okay, I'll go down and sit down." The young man was not surprised by this, as if he had already known that the people in the car would not get out of the car, but just asked routinely.

With one hand, the young man turned over and jumped off the roof of the car, and strode towards the crowded tea house: "Go, old man, play." ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of the carriage moved quietly, and a figure jumped out of the carriage, closely following the steps of the young man.

The black-faced young man was carrying a carriage to rest near the tea house, and at this time, a pair of big eyes were hiding behind the car window staring at the crowded tea house and said excitedly: "Sister Long, let's go down and have fun, it's so lively!" ”

"No, no."

“.”

Just by listening to the voice, you can feel the disgust of its owner for those noisy people outside, no wonder they refuse to show their faces.

After the black-faced young man parked the carriage, he also got out of the carriage and chased after the gray-clothed young man: "Sir, these people are not good people. ”

The three of them were standing outside the tea house at the moment, surrounded by people from the rivers and lakes who were resting, and when they saw the three young men coming in, they all turned their heads and stared at the three of them viciously, and their fierce and vicious appearance was very hideous.

"Hey, don't care what they do, if there are those who don't have long eyes, they will be cut down." The gray-clothed young man glanced at the group of vicious Jianghu guests in front of him with a bright smile, and said indifferently.

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and raised the ponytail behind his head, and said, "Little Er!" ”

"Come on!"

A servant immediately walked quickly to the three of them.

"And the table?"

The young man looked around and found that the tea house was full at this moment.

"This little shop is full, you see." The little guy looked at the gray-clothed young man in embarrassment, and rubbed his hands.

"That's it." After looking around, the young man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found that there was a lonely person sitting at a table, which was in stark contrast to the crowded diners next to him.

"Go ahead, don't say hello" Sending the little guy away, the young man in gray walked straight to the table of single diners.

"Brother, work hard, set up a table." The young man in gray came to the front table and found that this person was also a young man, only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he looked very quiet, but there was a pair of golden earrings hanging on his left ear, which added a touch of evil to his quietness.

The young man didn't raise his head when he heard this, and still drank a little wine unhurriedly: "You are free." ”

"Hey, thanks." The young man in gray led the two to sit on the table.

The self-cooked took out the wine gourd and said, "Drink two glasses?" ”

At this time, the quiet young man finally raised his eyes, quietly looked at the smiling young man opposite, and the corners of his mouth pulled lightly: "Okay." ”

The two immediately saluted each other in the air, drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and the quiet young man pushed the three plates of side dishes on the table forward: "Come, eat." ”

The black-faced young man and the sturdy man glanced at the gray-clothed young man and didn't move the chopsticks, but the latter didn't think about it much, picked out two chopsticks and put them down, poured oil chicken into his mouth, and sighed: "Delicious." ”

After speaking, he greeted the two people beside him and said, "Come on, come on, you guys eat too, this brother is kindly invited, it's rude not to eat." ”

The two hesitated for a moment, and finally started to eat with chopsticks, and the quiet young man stared at the gray-clothed man opposite the whole time, seeing his calm appearance, he suddenly laughed: "The rumors are really true, no better than the rubbish around, you are a character." ”

After speaking, the young man opened a folding fan and shook it, and the gray-clothed young man saw that behind the fan was painted an impermanent ghost with an extended tongue, which added a touch of weirdness to the image of this quiet young man.

Raising his knees and straddle the bench, the gray-clothed young man picked up the wine gourd and drank it to the sky, took a big sip, and said, "What do you call it." ”

"Zhang Yiyu."

"What about you?"

The gray-clothed young man was holding a wine gourd in one hand, and suddenly grinned: "Dongzhang." ”