Under the towering green tung tree, a pile of fire seems particularly small, and in the miasma, the light of the fire cannot be transmitted far. The Taoist sat on woolen felt, and gave the thin blanket to the middle-aged man to sit with him.

The water in the pot has long been boiling and bubbling.

The Taoist took a bowl and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Be careful."

"Thank you."

"Under the surname Song Mingyou, a native of Lingquan County, Yizhou, I don't know the name of the high surname."

"Oh, it's rude, the villain's surname is Dong Mingzhi, his ancestral home is in Yuezhou, and he came from Hanzhou this time."

Dong Zhi took the bowl and could feel the temperature coming from above, which was particularly comfortable at this time, and the rising water vapor hitting his face was wet and hot, which was also extremely reassuring.

But his eyes quietly looked ahead.

The young Taoist and the little girl, in this miasma that makes people sick, the Taoist looks calm, and the little girl is also white and pure.

A jujube red horse, although it is thin and weak, it can be seen that it is a Northern Yuan horse, with neither reins nor saddles, and a quilt bag next to it, with a complete set of belongings.

What's even more amazing is -

There is also a swallow standing on the back of the jujube red horse, not to say whether there should be a swallow in this cold day, just to say that it stands on the horse's back in a regular manner, does not fly or run, looks at people with a pair of black eyes, and knows that this must not be an ordinary swallow.

This man doesn't look like a demon.

But it's not like a mortal either.

But I can't say for sure.

Demons have always loved to lie and deceive people, whether they are good or malicious, and they often hear lies in stories.

"Hoo ......"

At this time, Dong Zhi didn't care about that, and only blew a mouthful of hot air along the edge of the bowl, which was filled with water vapor.

After the water here is boiled, it seems that it is not as hot as the boiling water in other places, and today it is so cold that it is terrible, just such a short period of effort, it is not so hot, and then the mouth is carefully close to the edge of the bowl but not close, and the air is sucked hard, making a snoring sound, hot water into the mouth, swallowing it in one mouth, as if swallowing a warm current, a breath of fairy gas, straight from the throat to the chest.

"Why did you come here?"

"Tell ...... truth"

Dong Zhi paused for a moment while holding the bowl, and said one by one: "The villain was originally a storyteller, an ancestral job, originally told stories in Yuezhou, and later fled to Hanzhou during the war, and he still did the old business. ”

As he spoke, he shivered with coldness again.

"Since he is a native of Yuezhou, when he usually tells stories in the teahouse, he is invited by the guest officer to tell some fairy and ghost stories to help the fun, and it is naturally inevitable that this Qingtong forest in the north of Yuezhou. I have told that there is a sacred bird in the north of Yuezhou for half my life, and so is my father, and my ancestors have been like this for generations, but the villain's ancestors have only heard about it from other people's mouths, but no one has seen it with their own eyes. ”

"Did you have the idea of coming here?"

"Almost." Dong Zhi replied, "Whenever we talk about something and someone asks us, have we seen it with our own eyes, we don't know how to answer. I am also old, and I heard that Yuezhou, which was originally plagued by demons and ghosts, has been restored to peace under the suppression of the heavenly immortals, so I took advantage of the fact that I could still move around and came to take a look. ”

"I see."

Song You inexplicably remembered Mr. Zhang from Yidu.

The old gentleman also had a family handiwork, and some of the things he talked about were heard from others, some were passed down from ancestors, and some were seen by himself or his ancestors.

It seems that Mr. Storyteller has to look around.

"There is a craftsman's heart under his feet."

"I just feel that I've been talking about it for most of my life, and I don't feel uneasy if I don't see it with my own eyes."

"But it's a long way to go, and it's difficult, so how did you get here?"

"The villain is originally from Yuezhou, although he has fled to Hanzhou for more than ten years, but the road is not unfamiliar. When he fled back then, he also saved some skills not to be starved to death on the road, so he brought some dry food, and asked for some talisman paper to avoid miasma from the masters he knew, and walked all the way from Hanzhou to Gwangju. Dong Zhi took another sip of water, his eyes still quietly looked at Song You, "I know that the road is far away, and it is not easy to find, the villain set off in September, first went to Tianzhu Mountain, and then arrived here, so he slowly calculated the time and waited for the winter solstice." ”

"How do you resupply it?"

"As long as you recognize it, as long as you don't encounter a major natural disaster, you can actually eat everywhere. When the dry food in the middle was finished, the villain filled his hunger with the fruit of the green tung tree, and he was satisfied. ”

"Awesome."

Song You couldn't help but praise it.

The fruiting period of the green tung tree here seems to be just autumn and winter, and now the fruit is not long ripe, it looks like a spoon with a few beans scattered on it, and the beans can be eaten after they are cooked after they are shelled, Song You has also picked up some in the past two days to taste, so I don't know how he eats them.

This man also has great perseverance.

"Since you are here to find the divine bird, then on the night three days ago, you can see the scene of the divine bird flying at night?" Song You asked.

Dong Zhi was stunned when he heard this.

His eyes were in a trance, as if he recalled the scene he saw that night, and he still couldn't help but be distracted.

"Nature saw ......"

Dong Zhi replied for a long time, his tone full of emotion.

Think about how many generations of books they have talked about, how many generations of Yuezhou Divine Bird they have talked about, no matter who they say, every time they speak, they will do their best to describe it as mysterious and mysterious, divine and divine, extremely beautiful, so as to win the love of the audience. But I didn't expect that when I saw it with my own eyes, it was more miraculous and beautiful than any legend or description.

There are thousands of legends in the world, but all the miraculous things are talked about by the world, but how many mortals have seen immortals?

How many mortals have seen the Divine Bird?

"The villain thought at the time, even if he froze to death here, it would be worth it." Dong Zhi said, "The only regret is that I didn't go out and tell it to my descendants." ”

After speaking, holding the bowl, he couldn't help but look at the Taoist, and stopped talking several times, and finally asked:

"I don't know sir...... Is it true or false? ”

"Why do you ask?"

"The villain has heard that Xu Gong of Angzhou sleeps on the street in winter, someone wakes him up and invites him to eat in a trance, the table is full of jade plates of delicacies and grapes and wine, and the banquet is all dignitaries and nobles in the local eminence, after eating, the other party invites him to enjoy the song and dance, invites him to take a hot bath, and finally sends it to the upper room, which is the most comfortable room lit with good smokeless carbon, warm, and the bed is also the softest bedding. But it wasn't until he was about to fall asleep that he found that he was still cowering on the side of the street, just now it was just a fantasy before he died. Dong Zhi was worried, "The villain has also told this story many times. ”

"Funny ......"

Song You didn't ask "How did it come out before he died", but said: "It's a pity that there is no jade plate of delicacies and wine here, just paste, yesterday's rabbit meat and a pot of boiling snow water, and there are no dignitaries, songs and dances, hot baths and upper rooms, only the next Taoist, a fire, and a thin blanket." ”

"I don't dare to ask for too much, thank you, sir." Dong Zhi paused as he spoke, "When the villain used to tell this story, he didn't feel anything, but this time, because he didn't expect the heavy snow a few nights ago, he was frozen and shrunk under the tree and almost died. It's better not to wake up. Even if the demon wants to eat me, cast a spell to make me confused, not fear the pain and cause the flesh to become bitter, and can die without pain, it is all a good thing, and I thank him. ”

Fear of pain leads to bitter meat......

Again, that's an interesting way to put it.

Song You heard a bit of worry and hints in his tone, but he only smiled: "I'm afraid I won't know if it's an illusion until I get out of here and return to Hanzhou." ”

"Probably ......"

At this time, the cake paste with shredded rabbit meat in the pot had been cooked, and Song You still served him a bowl first and handed it to him.

I looked left and right, but I didn't see the deer in the miasma mist.

So he asked, "Do you remember what happened to you before or during your coma?" ”

"Thank you ......"

Dong Zhi still thanked him.

But what did they encounter......

Dong Zhi couldn't help but fall into thought.

This thought, I really thought of something.

The villain remembered that after he entered this forest, the tree was too big, and there was a space between the trees, and the miasma was pervasive, and the clouds and mist covered his eyes, and he couldn't tell which was which, and lost his direction for a while. Then no matter how you walked, it seemed that you couldn't get out, and the originally calculated days, the calculated talismans to remove miasma were also used up, but it snowed heavily, and I was cold and hungry, so I fell to the ground and fainted. Dong Zhi looked thoughtful, "Later, I was dazed, I felt so hot, it seemed that I began to take off my clothes, and then it seemed that a young man came to visit me and asked me what was wrong, but although I could hear it, I couldn't answer him, and after a while, he put on my clothes, and dragged me under the tree, shrunk down and hugged me, and kept me warm." ”

"No wonder ......"

Song You looked at his clothes.

"What's wrong?"

Dong Zhi obviously felt that his clothes were a little untidy, as if he had taken off and been put on indiscriminately.

"I haven't been curious, this place is two miles away from the place where I was unconscious, how did we find you?" Song You asked.

"This ......"

Naturally, I was curious.

But here, when I met them, I was curious about this.

That's nothing compared to that.

"Please sir."

"When we arrived here, we had just lit a fire, and we were going to rest here, but suddenly a deer came to us and took us to the place where you were unconscious. Song You smiled and said, "That's why you said that you are very lucky." ”

“……”

Dong Zhi was suddenly stunned when he heard this.

Then the Taoist pointed to his clothes.

Dong Zhi looked down-

The dark clothes, although shabby and stained with a lot of dust, became dirty, but it was obvious that there was a lot of hair on them.

It's like a deer's hair.

"Ahh

Dong Zhi was shocked.

He was a storyteller, and he had heard such stories in the past, especially after arriving in the north.

As he himself most often said-

The hunters in the mountains of Nazhaozhou make a living by hunting, but the hunters who have been begging for a living in the mountains all their lives also have times when they stumble. A sudden snowstorm could trap the old hunter in the mountains, freezing and starving to death. There are rumors that when the hunter was on the verge of freezing to death, he felt that someone came to hug him, so that he could live, and the next day after the snow subsided, there was no trace of anyone around, but it was just a few animal hairs, and since then the old hunter has also taken his hand, and then he does not go to the mountain to hunt, and changes his livelihood.

I told the story of my life, but I didn't expect that I would come to the story today.

……

The last day of the leave slip~

(End of chapter)