The green mountains are like ink, and the clouds are idle.

On the dirt road in the mountains, the Taoists are in front and the horses are behind.

The dirt road is only three or five feet wide, and there are often collapses and fractures, so it is no problem for people to walk, but the jujube red horse has to be more careful when walking.

A swallow hovers in the sky.

It's a cool day.

Song You looked up at the sky and couldn't see anything, but sensing the changes in the aura of heaven and earth, the seasons turned, but he felt that it would not be so sunny today.

It's just sunny or rainy, it's pretty much the same.

Song You continued to move forward slowly.

What is the way forward?

To be honest, he didn't know.

Just go south.

Seeing a clump of thorny moss growing on the side of the road, when Song You passed by, he folded a few of them casually, and the bamboo shoots that just emerged in spring were really tender and brittle.

Thorn moss is similar to the moon season, and it looks similar, and the tender bamboo shoots that emerge in spring and autumn are edible.

About the thickness of chopsticks, gently break, tear off the outer skin, the inside is an emerald green translucent tender rod, which looks like lettuce, sent into the mouth, is a very crisp taste, sweet and sweet, with a very light plant aroma. This year's snacks are like this, all over the place, original, and the taste is different, but you have to go to the mountains to find it yourself, and pick it yourself, which is not fun.

After a while, a swallow glided lightly, stopped on the horse's neck, glanced into the cloth pocket sewn on the quilt bag, and then looked at Song You.

"Sir, there is wild fruit ahead, I have seen monkeys eat it, it is ripe, red, and there is a meadow and a brook beside it."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

At this time, I saw a shaking in the cloth pocket.

A fluffy little head came out, his eyes were half-squinted, his pupils were a thin line, and he looked left and right in a daze:

"Where?"

"On the way."

"Didn't you move?"

The cat sticks its head out a little more, looking left and right.

The swallow flew up again, away from the three-flowered cat.

"Sir, I'll show you the way."

"Okay."

Song You followed in his direction.

Yesterday, not far from Anqing County, this Yan'er came to find him and said that he would send them all the way out of the Xuzhou boundary.

And it is thanks to him that he has been able to find a suitable resting place every time.

Because he was in the high altitude, he could see the fruit water source hidden in the mountains and forests at a glance, if he was close, he would take Song You and the horses over, and if he was far away, he flew over and turned into a human form, picked the fruit and fetched water and then came through the forest, and his body was cut by thorn branches several times.

This is still true today.

I followed a short distance, and sure enough, I saw a small stream, the stream was murmuring, and it made people calm when I listened to it, and it was clear to the bottom, and it made people feel happy when I looked at it.

A bush next to it climbs the cliff and climbs the tree, and it bears fruit, which is a thumb-sized, oval-shaped red fruit, which is deep in the mountains, and no one comes to pick it, and it is very dense.

"Goat's milk fruit."

Song You recognized it.

That's pretty hard.

Reach out and pick one first, can't wait to clean it, just rub it and put it in your mouth, only to feel that the juice is rich, the sweet and sour taste is permeated, and the fatigue along the way is immediately less than half.

The rest is slowly picked, washed in the stream, today will invite steamed buns to be the staple food, eat some wild fruits after the meal, why not the fairy day?

Take some with you when you go.

In the middle of the afternoon, the wind began to blow in the mountains, and the sky gradually became gloomy.

Yan'er flew down early, told him that it might rain today, and after saying that, she flew away again, flying higher and higher in the gray sky, flying farther and farther, and soon disappeared.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and the cloth bag trembled.

The sky was getting darker and darker, as if it was getting dark.

The three-flowered cat came out of the cloth pocket again, and the hair on its head was also blown up, and it looked a little strange:

"It's windy."

"Sanhua Niangniang should come down and take a walk, if you stay in the cloth pocket for a long time, you will become a fat cat."

"Sanhua Niangniang won't."

"Take a walk and see the scenery."

"Sanhua Niangniang walked all morning in the morning."

"Take a walk in the afternoon, too, so that you don't run around at night."

"Cats can't go too far."

"Sanhua Niangniang is not comparable to any cat."

“……”

"What does Sanhua Niang think?"

"It's windy."

"yes."

The three-flowered cat quietly retracted into the cloth pocket, and only a muffled voice came out: "Go again tomorrow, go again tomorrow......"

It's like saying it to herself.

Song You shook his head with a smile.

Yan'er flew back again.

The wind was so strong that the swallow could float steadily in the air as long as she spread her wings, without agitation or doing anything.

"Sir, I see a small town ahead, but it may be evening when I walk past it. From here, it's not far to the main road, where there is shelter from the rain and a house where you can shelter from the wind, but I think something is wrong there. ”

"What's wrong?"

"There's some yin."

"That's ......"

I thought it was some kind of trouble.

"Sir, it's going to rain."

"Not yet."

"Sir can ride on a horse, I'll lead the way in front, and I'll just have to trot a little bit to get there."

"There's no hurry."

"Okay."

The swallow flew forward again.

It's also interesting to say, this is a little demon who is very afraid of life, and he talks a lot, but after staying with Song You for a few more days, he seems to gradually realize that Song You doesn't actually care about whether he is afraid of life or not, and he doesn't care if he speaks, what tone he uses, loud or quiet, and even doesn't care about what he does or whether he does it, so when he gets along with Song You, he becomes comfortable.

Even the words are a little more.

"Jingle ......"

The horse bell is accompanied by the sound of the wind, which is quite meaningful.

Song You still kept his pace, the rain was not in a hurry to fall, he was not in a hurry to leave, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding.

That's fine.

About two quarters of an hour later, Song You finally walked to the main road, the street trees were blown by the wind, and after walking a little further, he came to the house that Yan'er said could shelter from the wind and rain.

"It's the official family......"

Song You looked up at the signboard above his head.

In front of him was a large, dilapidated old house.

There is a signboard on the door, with the word "Yizhuang" written on it, and a few pieces of rune paper pasted, but the cinnabar on the rune paper has long been drenched in the rain, I don't know how effective it was, and now it must not be used.

Song You led the horse to the gate of Yizhuang and glanced at it a few times.

Sure enough, there is some yin qi.

But as far as he was concerned, it was the not-so-pleasant smell inside that made him even more uncomfortable.

"Mr. ......"

Overhead, the voice of a swallow sounded, "Are you going to spend the night here tonight?" It's not raining yet, and I can go and see how far the city is. ”

When Song You heard this, he looked at the room again.

There are two kinds of Yizhuang in Dayan.

One is the charitable land in the clan, and all the proceeds are used to support the ancestors and the elderly, and for the young children of the clan to study.

One is the official family.

Guanjia Yizhuang was the beginning of the dynasty, and the court paid for the establishment of a special place for temporary parking coffins, mostly in the city, and also outside the city, and the coffins parked here are usually due to a variety of reasons and have not found a place to bury for the time being, or even because of poverty can not be buried, or the guest died in a foreign country, and the transportation of the corpse back to the hometown burial road is too much, temporarily parked.

Or maybe it's the ominous corpse.

There are only two coffins in the Yizhuang in front of me, both of which are logs, not painted, the one on the left is still very new, and the one on the right has been on the right for an unknown period of time.

The new coffin should be parked temporarily, while the old coffin should go unclaimed.

Song You looked at the foot of the wall again.

There was a pile of dry firewood there.

It's a familiar scene.

Song You couldn't help but smile, so he took the quilt bag from the horse and said to the swallow:

"It's right here, no more searching."

"But here'......"

"If you are walking the world, where can't you spend the night?" Song You paused, "It just so happens that today, I just came, maybe it's fate." ”

"Yes!"

"Come down and rest."

"No need."

Yan'er looked at the eaves: "There is a swallow's nest here, the original owner of the nest should have gone to the south to spend the winter, and he hasn't come back yet, so I can stay here for one night." ”

"It's fine."

Song You only sat down near the door.

The cold wind blew and crossed the threshold of Yizhuang, which brought a bit of coolness to his face and blew away the smell of decay in the house.

Actually, it's okay to get used to it.

The three-flowered cat was also diligent, ran out and turned into a human form, went to the foot of the wall to bring dry firewood, raised the fire, and then turned back into a cat, and got back into the cloth pocket, only showing a small head to look at him.

"Hurry up and bake the fire."

"Thank you, Sanhua Niangniang."

"Roast quickly, roast quickly."

"I'm baking."

"You're welcome ......"

As I sat like this, it grew dark.

And the rain hasn't fallen yet.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard in the distance.

Song You went out slightly, only to see a black-clothed swordsman riding a horse wearing a hat, his clothes shaking wildly by the wind, and he soon arrived here.

"Phew~"

The horse stopped at the gate of Yizhuang.

The swordsman glanced into the house, hesitated for a few seconds, then turned and descended, then led his horse under the eaves, unpacked his bags, and stepped through the gate.

"Courteous ......"

The black-clothed swordsman clenched his fists and said hello first.

"Courteous."

Song You also returned a salute, politely.

I saw that the swordsman took off the hat on his head, and the firelight reflected a young face, quite handsome, but the wind and sun exposed him, his skin became a little black and yellow, and his lips were also chapped, adding a lot of vicissitudes, if you don't look closely, I'm afraid you will think that he is much older than his actual age.

By the light of the fire, Song You recognized that it was the young swordsman he had seen at the Liujiang Conference.

At the same time, the other party looked at him and was stunned for a moment.

"But the gentleman at the Liujiang Conference?"

"It's fate."

"It's really fate to meet here!"

The young swordsman said a word, but he didn't seem to mean to say more, otherwise according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, he should report his own door, and he didn't even get close to the fire that Song You raised, but just found a random place to sit down in Yizhuang, which happened to be close to the position of the old coffin.

Song You turned his head and glanced at him:

"You can come and bake the fire."

"Good intentions, but it's not cold."

"Isn't it cold?"

"Just take two sips of wine."

"It's fine." Song You was not persistent, but said, "Although it is late at this time, since there is Yizhuang, it means that it is not far from the city, the rain has not fallen, and there are horses under your feet, why not take another journey?" ”

"I don't have a guide."

"Could it be that all the way to Anqing is a piece of food and sleep?"

"I can't talk about sleeping in the open, broken temples in the wilderness, Yizhuang outside the city, and roadside pavilions, I have slept through."

"Jianghu warriors, really bold."

"What's there to fear?"

The young swordsman took out the flask and took a sip of wine, casually glancing at the two coffins behind him: "When a person dies, it is a lump of meat, at most it smells bad, but it is actually better to get along with a living person." ”

"Then you have to be careful, the one in the coffin behind you may not agree with you."

"What do you mean? Is the gentleman talking to me? ”

"Not really."

"What's that?"

"It's just that the one might get up tonight."

"Heh......"

The young swordsman sneered: "If he can really get up, I just invite him to have a drink, so what's the matter?" ”

Every word is arrogant.

However, he suddenly remembered that this gentleman had invited him to bake the fire, and after a little hesitation, he stretched out the wine jug again:

"Sir, do you want to drink?"

"I won't."

"Good!"

The young swordsman took his hand back again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap, like heaven and earth shattering.

The young swordsman couldn't help frowning and glanced back.

Somehow, although the thunder just now was deafening, he still heard a little noise, as if something in the coffin behind him was trembling.

……

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