The ox cart continued north.

Although there were only five tones, the melody always surrounded Ling Muyun's mind.

"Brother Kuang, have you heard the story of Nie Zheng's assassination of King Han?"

"Zhuanzhu, Nie Zheng, Yu Rang, and Jing Ke are the four major assassins, who take the warrior as their confidant and die as their faith, and have the reputation of being a hero. After Nie Zheng succeeded, he was afraid of affecting his mother, so he ploughed and peeled his face, and no one could distinguish his face, yes or no? ”

"Facing later, there is another thing in the middle, Cai Yong's "Qin Exercise" records that Nie Zheng failed in his first assassination, fled to Mount Tai, and practiced the piano with the immortals for more than ten years!"

Ling Muyun said it so conclusively that Ji Kuang listened suspiciously: "Why haven't I heard this paragraph?" Cai Yong's "Qin Exercise" I have read it several times, why haven't I seen the source you said? ”

"I've seen it, in the Hook Song."

"How can that be true?" Ji Kuang continued: "Isn't the place where the fence is ticked is just making it up? ”

"The song you just played is very similar to what a poppy has played, but it is empty, and it is completely different from Brother Kuang's murderous aura."

When Ji Kuang played, Ling Muyun was attracted by the momentum and didn't pay attention to the tune.

How do you know, these few piano tunes along the way have always lingered, Ling Muyun thought about it for a long time.

It turned out to be a poppy who had played it, otherwise, how could it vaguely feel familiar.

"Okay, even if the poppy has played it, there are countless tunes in the world, and it is extremely normal for the occasional tune to be connected." Ji Kuang's understanding of the music score is by no means as superficial as Ling Muyun has heard.

Ling Muyun didn't refute and continued: "That song is called "Nie Zheng's Assassination of Han Puppet Song"! ”

"Country songs, always love vassal elegance, but it's just ......"

Ji Kuang's voice stopped abruptly.

Nie Zheng, Failure, Entering the Mountain, Learning Songs, Cai Yong, Qin Cao, plus the legend of Ji Kang's "Guangling San......

"You mean that "Guangling San" is "Nie Zheng's Assassination of Han Puppet Song"?" Ji Kuang's face was full of disbelief.

"Highly likely!" Ling Muyun nodded and took a sip of mare's milk wine.

Moistens the throat without being coarse.

"Even so, the ancestors entered the realm of the grandmaster with "Guangling San", or it may be more mysterious."

Ji Kuang had already recognized seven or eight points in his heart, but he still couldn't figure out the joints.

"Have you ever seen a chicken lay an egg? The piece of paper you take, perhaps, is the egg. ”

Ling Muyun's words were like a boulder thrown into the calm pool water, startling the monstrous waves.

This kind of thing is the most important thing to pay attention to the state of mind, and the only thing that can make Ji Kuang's mood change so much is the "Guangling San" that Ji never forgets.

"Brother Ling, as you said, I'm afraid, I can only accompany you here." Ji Kuang hesitated for a moment and said.

Guangling San has news, whether it is true or not, Ji Kuang must verify it in person.

"How do you know that the poppy is not in Tushan?" Ling Muyun seemed to be confident.

"What's the explanation? Could it be that you and Yu Meijing have a heart? ”

"No, no, no, if she wants to see the king of the northwest, she must pass through Tushan."

Tushan is the only road leading to the ancient road of Xiatt, where the king of the northwest is stationed.

"So, you went to Tushan to find her?" Ji Kuang's words asked Ling Muyun from the bottom of his heart.

Unconsciously, the admiration for the poppy turned into admiration.

Tushan has a song, exotic?

"Tushan has a song, exotic." Ling Muyun lay down on the carriage.

The sky was blue, and the blue was clear, which made the vultures soaring in the sky seem smaller and smaller.

It's like Tushan City, which is pitifully small, smaller than Dingbei City, and has no name.

But Tu Mountain is very high, so high that it towers into the clouds.

The valley at the foot of Tu Mountain is very deep, and it is bottomless.

Tushan City is in the middle

Entering and leaving Tushan City, you have to pay taxes, and the soldiers defending the city are very detailed.

Check one by one, and pluck the geese one by one.

Ling Muyun wasn't worried.

The seal of the captain of the thousand people is not good in Daqin, and it is doubtful whether anyone will buy it in Dajin.

But in Tushan and Shatt Ancient Road, the king of the northwest is the sky.

will be outside, and the king's order will not be affected.

The king of the northwest has long lost his king's life.

"Captain, please!"

There are only two gates in Tushan City, and the east gate is very low, so you only need to jump into the city.

The west gate is very high, and the fourth middle lang will just be able to jump up with his strength.

The city was crowded, with people and cows, sheep, horses, and llamas.

"In such a remote area, it is rare to be able to dress like Jiangnan Jinfeng."

Ling Muyun and the others chose an inn that was eye-catching, and settled down for the time being.

Listening to Yuxuan, the name is poetic, but it is incompatible with the scenery of Tushan.

"It's better to call it Sword Pavilion." Ji Kuang muttered quietly.

The shopkeeper is a woman, with heavy makeup, half-exposed plump, I don't know who gave her the name of Hu Erniang.

"Ouch, two little brothers, do you want to stay in the hotel?" Hu Erniang sucked it and swallowed the saliva that reached the corner of her mouth: "This thin skin and tender meat!" It's not like those rough men, who are annoying to look at. ”

"This son, his face is so pale? Are you sick? Come on, I'll take a look. After speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Ji Kuang's forehead, and the rabbit almost burst out, and was brought back by the shopkeeper.

In the Great Jin Dynasty, femininity became the wind, and men loved to take self-portraits in the mirror.

Ji Kuang is very white, and Hu Erniang naturally has a good impression of Ji Kuang from the bottom of her heart.

"Two upper rooms." Ji Kuang dodged the shopkeeper's hand and took out a gold ingot from the package.

"Childe is polite, the inn is not my final say? If Childe is willing, he can still use this vulgar thing? Hu Erniang didn't take the gold ingot, twisted her waist and squeezed out of the front desk: "Damn cousin, let him be wider earlier." ”

"Hu Erniang, are you afraid that you are going to suck this young man to death?"

"Toad, are you going to eat a swan?"

The guests who dined were obviously regular customers, their eyes were on the shopkeeper's body, and they were talking meaty.

"Damn, the food can't stop your dog's mouth, right?"

Hu Erniang pulled a few pairs of chopsticks from the chopsticks and threw them at the man who was talking, causing the hall to laugh again.

The inn in Tushan has a warm kang.

Different from the slate cliff inn in Qiuzi, there are only Tianzi room and Dizi room, Tingyuxuan has heaven and earth people, Tongpu, firewood room, horse circle, can live people.

The inn is not small, but it is a place of three religions and nine streams.

The meals are rough, with large pieces of meat, mixed boiled, different seasons, and fresh vegetables are rare.

"Shopkeeper, where can I listen to music?"

The two of them had just arrived, and they were not like Qiuzi, so Ji Kuang stood in front of him, so he asked Hu Erniang.

"What's so good about listening to music? If the son is unbearable, the slave family will play two songs. ”

Sheep were being slaughtered in the backyard again, and the cry was miserable.

"Don't dare to bother, the two of us are also looking for old friends."

"Listen to the Wind Pavilion, the girls there are very thin and tasteless." A diner chimed in.

"Xiao Er, add half a catty of mutton to this eye-opening guest officer!" Hu Erniang laughed, her flesh trembling.

Tushan City is not big, naturally, Tingfeng Pavilion is not far away.

Unlike the Ten Year Dream, the Ten Year Dream is much more advanced.

Listening to the Wind Pavilion, the voices came and went.

There are also tunes of the tune, but they are red flags without customers, which are used as a means to attract guests.

"Didn't you say that Tushan has a song and an exotic atmosphere?" Ling Muyun's eyes widened.

"This kind of amorous method is not uncommon." Ji Kuang saw Ling Muyun looking at him, and smiled wryly: "Passing by, I haven't tasted it." ”

"That's the case,Go ask Tu Haojie? When you arrive at Tushan, if you don't visit, you won't lose your courtesy. ”

Poppies are good at singing, singing and dancing, but not in the kiln.