No matter how good Qingbi Mountain is, no matter how many people live in seclusion, it is essentially just a mountain close to the capital.

It is rumored among the people that Qingbi Mountain is close to the place of gods and Buddhas, so a group of children of Qingliu families who disdain the vulgar and prosperous capital call friends, and the family packs their bags and drives here to live in seclusion in their own Taoist Buddhist temple on Qingbi Mountain.

There is only one mountain, but the beliefs of the children of the family are different, and over time it has formed a wonder of Taoist temples and temples living together on the mountain.

It's a pity, Shen Wei pouted, for so many years, I haven't seen the gods and Buddhas come down and smooth out this road.

As the saying goes, mountain roads are difficult, Shen Wei sat in the carriage, looking at the pendant in the carriage swaying and shaking, and he and Fan Xian also shook and flickered.

The horses in front of the carriage did not understand human nature, and were still galloping forward, as if they were in a hurry to get back to eat horse food.

"Brother, I'm uncomfortable......" Fan Xian changed into blue-gray clothes, and cleaned up a lot, but his face was gray, which was the reason why he was not used to riding a carriage on the mountain road.

Fan Xian clearly felt the fluctuations of the wheels of the carriage running over the stones on the road, and he wanted to vomit.

Shen Wei learned the gentlemanly attitude he had seen in the notebook before, sat upright, slowly picked up a small bunch of grapes on the carriage table, and then stuffed the grapes into Fan Xian's mouth. The grapes are a little shriveled, but they should still have a sour taste, so that Fan Xian can use the sour taste to suppress some desire to vomit.

Shen Wei patted Fan Xian's shoulder, allowing Fan Xian to slowly close his eyes and rest by the carriage.

Sure enough, the rough skin and thick flesh are better, the second aunt has let Fan Xian study since she was a child, and is committed to cultivating Fan Xian to become a scholar.

Maybe my life is more valuable? Can you afford this?

I'm thinking about it again.

Shen Wei touched the clothes that were obviously much better on his body, lifted the curtain again, poked his head out, looked at the scenery outside the window, and when he looked at the scenery, he saw the coachman looking backwards and rolling his eyes at Shen Wei's head.

is the same end of the world, why make it difficult for people to meet. Shen Wei stupidly closed the curtains on the car.

He knew that the coachman was jealous of him, because his current status was probably different from that of Fan. He and Fan Xian were not slaves in the first place, they were literate, and now they have saved the young master of the Pei family, they have good clothes to wear, a carriage to sit in, and someone to drive for them.

He didn't have to spend the rest of his life in that corner.

Although two hours ago, they were still the nominal bookkeeper and foreman in the small courtyard under the mountain.

After the little master finished eating the egg custard, he said that he was leaving, but he had to take a bath before leaving.

So Lu Er came back with a round belly, and saw that the small courtyard was full of white gas, and a group of people came out of nowhere in the white smoke, all wearing uniform clothes, if it weren't for the burly figures, not slender and slender, Lu Er At first glance, he thought that the snail girls had come into the world collectively.

These people walked around with clothes and basins and carrying water, the chimneys in the houses were working non-stop, and some people were chopping wood on the side, which was a hot scene.

Bandit invasion? Still resting in the courtyard?

Lu Er and the others were like facing a great enemy, aiming at the guy who was chopping firewood next to him was relatively thin, and planned to take advantage of his unpreparedness to take the wood-splitting knife, but he didn't know that his footsteps were vain after drinking, and he didn't know where someone came out of nowhere to sneak attack from behind, and before he took a few steps, he was knocked to the ground.

"Lu Er!" The woodcutter was very surprised, and came with a woodcutter in his hand. Lu Er fell dizzy, unable to move on the ground, looking at the bandits who were getting closer and closer, could it be that this guy still planned to kill people at the foot of Qingbi Mountain? What about the guards of the mountain pass? No one is seen in such a big move?

The man got closer and closer, Lu Er closed his eyes ruthlessly, lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, waiting to feel the man's hand on his neck...... One burst out, choked the man's neck so hard that he almost dropped his jaw in surprise:

"Shen Wei?!"

In early spring, Shen Wei didn't wear much clothes, and he was working again. The collarbone was exposed on the neckline, there were still a few drops of sweat that had not been scratched, and the neck was pinched out of red marks, and he was shocked and tired, and he was a little out of breath for a while.

I usually didn't notice that this kid looked like he had red lips and white teeth...... Could it be the feng shui of Pingjiang to raise people? The little ladies who are eating and singing next to me seem to be from Pingjiang.

Lu Er got up from the ground with a grunt, and when he looked closely, he found that these people wearing soapy blue clothes were the guards who were originally guarding the door at the foot of Qingbi Mountain. Several of them had been invited to dinner only a few days ago.

"What the hell is going on?" Rao is well-informed, but Lu Er still smacked his tongue.

Shen Wei subconsciously laughed, carrying a woodcutter and just about to explain.

The door of the room "snapped-" opened, and several figures came out, the last one was a boy in white who was not long, striding forward to go out, and the mutton fat jade pendant on his waist collided with the wood when he passed the door, making a crisp sound.

The bath is over.

The boy waved his hand, and Shen Wei felt like a chicken who was caught running around in the Zhuangzi when he was a child, and he was also being carried by Fan Xian, who didn't know where to hide just now. The two were thrown into the room together.

Lu Er froze in place.

At some point, several carriages had stopped at the entrance of the mountain gate. The boy lowered his head, whispered a few words to the guards next to him, and then boarded one of them, and Shi Shiran left.

But after a while, the door of the room opened again, and this time it was the Fan Xian brothers who came out, the bucket of water was washed clean, and the guards took two clean clothes for them to put on.

Lu Er leaned against the wall from afar, watching the two brothers half-push and half-get into the carriage.