There were a few cumulus clouds floating in the blue sky, the sun was burning people's scalps, and the sound of cicadas was much hoarse than in early summer.

In front of it is the Cuiyun Corridor.

Song You took a step and looked up.

A Xiao Mo that can only be passed by one person is zigzag, with fields on one side and soil on the other, leading to an official road covered by thousand-year-old cypresses.

The cypress is an ancient cypress, the road is an ancient road, and it will not become history after many years, even in this era, they are thousands of years old.

This road is called Jinyang Road, which was built in order to open up the road from Yizhou to Guanzhong Plain during the Yu Dynasty. The ancients had the habit of planting trees on the side of the road, in order to show people the direction of the avenue, and when people saw trees on both sides, they would not go across. It is also from the beginning of the Yu Dynasty, the official planted cypress trees on both sides of Jinyang Road, and there were hundreds of thousands of cypress trees on Jinyang Road at the time of the largest, looking from a distance, like a long corridor shrouded by green clouds.

Therefore, it is also called the Cuiyun Corridor.

After walking a few more steps, I walked in front of the Cuiyun Corridor, and I could see it more clearly.

In the summer and autumn season, the ancient cypress presents a unique gray-blue color, no one has pruned it for thousands of years, the branches grow freely, wild and staggered, and the lush leaves can only pass through the sunlight with difficulty, sprinkled on the road with spots, light and dark trance.

The road below is paved with stone slabs, which is not smooth, and each stone slab seems to be of a different height, and the paving is not tight, and there are often gaps and potholes.

Song You stopped and looked back.

After walking for a long time, I couldn't see the familiar mountain and the familiar Taoist temple anymore.

Song You was still staring, his expression calm.

I talked with Master yesterday, packed my luggage this morning, said goodbye to Master and the old starling brother in Guanli, traveled lightly, walked forty miles in half a day, and finally came to this well-known avenue.

But where do you go?

Master didn't tell him, and he didn't know.

“……”

After a long time, Song You retracted his gaze.

Let's move on.

In a few steps, I stepped on the Cuiyun Corridor, and the touch of the soles of my feet quickly became hard, and most of the sunlight was blocked.

Song You didn't look back, he walked forward firmly and calmly, just keeping an eye on the roadside scenery.

The role of this road in this era is no less than that of the highway of later generations, connecting Yizhou with the Guanzhong Plain, and there is also a horse blocking wall, similar to the guardrail of the highway in later generations, but it is not more than a thousand years of wind and frost, making it look a little dilapidated.

Even so, it was still a major transportation artery of this era.

Song You felt this ancient road carefully and felt the real picture on the Cuiyun Corridor in this era.

From time to time, the mule bells jingled, and a caravan passed him, and the lights and shadows under the cypress trees intertwined, and the two sides looked at each other. From time to time, the sound of horses' hooves can be heard from far and near, with a sense of rhythm unique to this era, and the postman of the government whips his horse and gallops past.

Sometimes, I also run into porters.

This is the only thing that Song You can catch up with and surpass.

Yizhou's porter is often thin and small, skinny and bone-like, with a dark body, carrying goods that are difficult for strong men to bear, holding bamboo and wooden sticks, bowing his head and moving forward silently It has exhausted all his strength, how can he have the spare strength to care about the things around him?

Fortunately, there is a cooper for shade.

No one dared to cut down this ancient cypress.

Since the beginning of the previous dynasty, the imperial court has officially legislated to protect the ancient cypress, the military and the people have forbidden the cutting of the cypress, and the state officials have to count and hand over the ancient cypress to the successor officials.

It is rumored that in this steep mountain, on the green cloud corridor built by the Yu Dynasty, and among the lush ancient cypresses, there are often people who have become elites for too long, and even businessmen walk at night and hear the ancient trees next to him talking to him.

Isn't it?

These trees have been sheltering from the rain for more than 1,200 years, and how many people have walked past them? I'm just afraid to listen and learn to speak.

Song You really wanted to hear them talk to him.

Unfortunately not.

This journey alone is destined to be silent.

I don't know how long I walked like this, but I counted the four moats on the side of the road, and then walked another twenty miles. The sun was found between the branches and leaves of the ancient cypress, and it was also obviously slanted a little to the west.

Song You was a little tired.

Seeing that there is an ancient cypress in front of me, I am afraid that a few people can hug it, the arc of the trunk is just leaning on, the ground under the tree is clean, and I think there are often people resting here.

Song You didn't pay attention to it, so he walked over and sat down.

Eat a cake and drink some water.

At first, he was thinking about something, and people kept passing by him, and when he looked up and met the faces of this era, there was always a wonderful sense of encounter. When he felt sleepy, Song You didn't have the heart to fight with it at all, so he hugged his bags, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of cicadas does not disturb people, only hypnotizes people.

During the lunch break, the sun is slanting in the west, and sometimes there are shadows of trees in front of you, and sometimes there is light, and you can feel it with your eyes closed.

When I woke up in a daze, I saw a group of little people jumping up and down between the branches, playing non-stop.

Each villain is only as tall as a palm, slender, beautiful, dressed in colorful costumes, male and female, and playing carefree. But when I reached out and rubbed my eyes to look closely, I suddenly found that there were only three or five chickadees.

"Heh......"

Song You finally smiled and gradually came to his senses.

Looking up at the sky again, I saw that the original few cumulus clouds in the sky had gathered at some point, forming a large patch of dense cumulus clouds, so thick that they obscured the sky, so that the bottom was a black shadow.

The direction is ahead of the road.

I'm afraid it's going to rain next—

Most cumulus clouds do not bring rain or snow, but are more likely to occur on sunny days, which is a sign of good weather, but when they become Cumulus consistens, they may bring short-term heavy rain, and depending on the temperature and airflow, they may develop into more ferocious Cumulonimbus clouds.

Song You doesn't care, pack your bags and continue to set off.

If you go out to travel, whether it is sunny or rainy, it is an experience, whether it is good or bad, it is an experience.

Sure enough, after walking a few miles, the base of the dense cumulus clouds in front of him had become darker and darker, and when Song You stood and looked up, he saw the rain slanting down, connecting the sky and the earth in an instant.

The clouds are still coming this way.

“……”

Song You hesitated for a moment and chose to turn back.

There is a pavilion in a mile behind him, divided into two on the left and right, I don't know which dynasty is set up, although it is dilapidated now, it can't shelter from the wind, and it is reluctant to block the rain.

When I walked to the pavilion, the rain had just arrived.

According to the street sign I saw on the road before, this pavilion was originally sold by people, but Song You didn't see the tea sellers, nor did he see anyone, only a pile of dry firewood piled up in the pavilion, and there were traces of burning on the ground. At the moment, he is the only one who has come here to take shelter from the rain.

Song You unhurriedly chose a pavilion with a better roof, sat down on the spot, and began to watch the rain.

When the rain first came, it was still a little gentle, only exploding on the dry ground one by one, and the water droplets were wrapped in dust, but they became bigger in the blink of an eye, and the sound of beating leaves through the forest was full of ears for a while. Dense splashes of water bloomed on the slates, completely soaking the slabs and thoroughly wetting the earth.

The smell of dust was almost overwhelming.

The world slowly became wet, all the colors in the mountains were much cleaner, the sound of cicadas had stopped, and only the sound of rain remained on the mountain road.

It's dripping, crackling, and calming.

About half an hour later, it was getting late, and the rain had no intention of stopping. Looking at this, I don't know how long it will take to go down. I wasted a lot of time during my lunch break, so even if the rain stopped now, I am afraid that I will not be able to get to the next stop.

Thinking so, Song You broke away from the state of watching the rain and listening to the rain, and turned his head to look at the half pile of dry wood in the corner and the fire marks on the ground.

It should be Jianghu people who spend the night here.

It will take two days before the beginning of autumn, and it is not cold on this day, even if it is cooler in the mountains, it is not impossible to spend the night here.

Song You's heart calmed down, and he simply closed his eyes.

Heavy rain falls, and all things are born.

The aura in the mountains is also a little stronger.

It wasn't until it was dark that the rain subsided.

Song You got up and picked up some dry firewood, put it in a pile, and took a wooden branch in his hand.

"The wind goes out."

The wind that ran through the pavilion stopped for a moment.

Then there was a soft sound—

"Canopy!"

The wooden branch in his hand lit a handful of orange-red flames, which looked no different from ordinary fire. Song You only used it as a fire, hanging down the wooden branch and sticking it into the dry firewood, keeping it still for a moment before slowly lighting the dry firewood.

"Hoo ......"

The wind blew again, and the rain drifted in obliquely, and the edge of the pavilion was already soaked.

The fire made a crackling sound, and the temperature reached Song You, his body was warm, and his face was a little hot, and he only continued to sit cross-legged, staring at the burning fire, as if there was something extremely beautiful hidden inside.

Sometimes he thinks about his future travel plans.

But it was destined to be unthinkable.

Since he came to this world, he has grown up with his master in Taoist temples, and he has left a lot of times, but he has only traveled a limited number of places. Moreover, he has little vision and interest in this world, and his understanding and motivation are insufficient, so it is naturally difficult to make a detailed plan.

Sometimes he thinks about the past.

Some images came out of my mind uncontrollably.

But more often than not, he didn't think about anything, just watched the fire burning, felt the temperature coming, his brain gradually emptied, and a sense of security and comfort deep in his genes made his heart more and more peaceful.

The rain became quieter and quieter, and the most obvious thing was the sound of the fire burning in front of it.

Troubled mountains and rainy nights, lonely fires and strangers.

When I think of the future, I don't know how far and how long I will walk alone, and I don't know how many nights like this will be, and a sense of loneliness rises in my heart.

It's hard to think about.

I don't know how long, there is a faint sound of hooves.

Song You took his eyes off the fire and turned his head to look in the direction he came from, where a group of merchants came in the rain at night.

The livestock are mainly horses and mules, carrying extremely large bags of goods, and the packaging should be tea. There were more than a dozen people, and there were also two dart masters, so it can be seen that this pedestrian should have come from a relatively remote place, and this section of Guanma Avenue is still relatively safe.

Before anyone arrived, they heard the voice.

"I can't get close, I should have passed that section, there is a pavilion in front, I will be here for one night tonight."

"I'm afraid I'll walk a little longer!"

"There's no shelter in front of you."

"There's someone up ahead!"

"Burning the fire......

Song You still sat and watched the group approach.