Tiantai Mountain, Xiu Yuan and his father Maochun walked along the mountain road, and the beautiful Tiantai Mountain was shrouded in early fog, filled with a quiet color.

"It's really good for your body to get up in the morning and take a walk," Mao Chun walked slowly on the mountain road with his hands behind his back, Xiu Yuan followed his father, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the mountain side as he walked.

"My father likes it, and after cultivating the relationship, I accompanied my father for a walk in the mountains every day. ”

Mao Chun smiled, "It's still my son who is sensible." ”

Maochun was an official in Tiantai County in the early days, and later got tired of officialdom, so he resigned and went into hiding, and his wife Wang was usually kind and charitable, and the Li family was also quite famous in Tiantai County. But what makes Maochun most proud is his son Li Xiuyuan, who has a pure temperament, is gentle as jade, elegant and beautiful in appearance, and good at reading poetry and books, and most importantly, inherits his father's kindness, and is also quite famous in the town.

"Come, let's sit for a while. Mao Chun saw the stone bench on the side of the road that he didn't know who was repairing, and pulled Xiu Yuan over to rest.

Xiu Yuan sat down with his father, "Is your father tired? As he spoke, he walked behind his father and rubbed Mao Chun's broad shoulders.

Mao Chun smiled, "My son is really becoming more sensible." ”

Xiu Yuan felt a long hard knot on his father's shoulder, "What is this?" Xiu Yuan wanted to see what was going on, Mao Chun peeled off his clothes, exposed his shoulder, and saw a long scar half a foot long.

"Do you remember when I went to the desert with your Uncle You three years ago?"

"I remember, my father went out for a few months, and at first there were letters, but then there was no news, and my mother was worried for a long time. ”

"That's what we left behind when we ran into robbers in the desert. Mao Chun got dressed and remembered that time and was still terrified.

"Oh?" Xiu Yuan was suddenly curious, "Why haven't you heard my father say it?"

"I was also afraid that your mother would be worried," Mao Chun determined, "but then she still saw the scar, and I naturally confided the truth." ”

Xiu Yuan sat next to his father, "So what's going on?"

Mao Chun's thoughts drifted to three years ago, "Uncle You and I really wanted to see the customs of the desert after finishing the matter, so I stayed there for two days, and the most impression I had there was the wind and sand." And we encountered a black sandstorm, and in a hurry, we hid in a post station, where we met a group of locals who were doing business. They brought expensive jewels and furs to sell to us, and you Uncle You was curious, so we looked at their goods together, and in that inn there was only us and one who was sitting in the corner. ”

The person mentioned by Mao Chun is Yi Lang Ri, in Mao Chun's impression, Lang Ri has a handsome and chic appearance, tall figure, as his name suggests, as dazzling as Lang Ri in the sky, Lang Ri's presence is very strong, even if he doesn't speak, just quietly drinking alone in the corner makes it not difficult for people to notice him.

Mao Chun and his friends looked at the goods, and they had an ominous feeling in their hearts, these treasures are rare in the market, could it be that they came across the treasures from the tomb robbery?

Maochun's friend You Jingzhi showed great interest in these treasures, and under Maochun's repeated persuasion, he only selected some smaller utensils to play with.

After Mao Chun and You Jingzhi planned to stay at the post station that night and then rush in the morning, the two of them simply ate dinner and planned to go upstairs to rest, although the desert is beautiful but Haoyue is empty, just catch up with this wind and sand weather and have to stay in the inn, as soon as they go upstairs, they see the tall man who sat in the corner and drank during the day reclining in front of their room, looking up and drinking.

Mao Chunzheng felt strange, and ignored it, and entered the room with You Jingzhi, the man put down the wine bottle and said in a low voice at the moment when the two of them were about to enter, "You guys should hurry early tomorrow morning, the wind and sand will stop tonight, and leave here when you see the sun come out in the morning." ”

Mao Chun felt strange and turned around, the man drank peacefully, and saw Mao Chun's eyes and did not respond.

You Jingzhi also felt strange, and then asked, "Why did this strong man say this?" "I'm just kindly reminding you," the man still said in that deep voice, "and close the door at night, but they shouldn't have the courage to do it in the official post station." ”

"What?" Mao Chun was stunned, but the man was already about to turn around and go downstairs, "This strong man stays. ”

The man turned his head, there was a pair of dark eyes under the thick eyebrows, and his resolute and handsome face was full of heroism.

"What does the strong man mean to beware of us?" Mao Chun walked in and asked, the man was a head taller than Mao Chun, and his figure looked like a Lian family.

"You have already shown your wealth, and in this barren desert, that ingot of gold you shot today is enough to blind the eyes of the people here. ”

Mao Chun suddenly realized, and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you for reminding me." ”

The man said no thanks and turned to go downstairs.

"Strongman," Mao Chun stopped him again, "dare to ask what you call it?"

The man turned his face sideways, "Langri, Yi Langri, like you, I'm not a local." ”

"Yi Langri," Mao Chun repeated these three words, and You Jingzhi didn't know when to stand beside him, "Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

Mao Chun glanced at him, "It's all you who buy those rare things, let's be careful in this barren desert." ”

Mao Chun took Lang Ri's words to heart, and pulled You Jingzhi out early in the morning, and the two of them hurriedly went downstairs to meet the shopkeeper getting up to clean, "I got up so early." Xiao Er was about to say hello, but Mao Chun looked dodgy, and directly took out the money to settle the bill.

After the two people took the horse and left the post station, You Jingzhi and Maochun rode on the desert, and after a while they heard the sound of the horses galloping quickly, and when Maochun turned around, he found that it was the group of locals who sold treasures yesterday. The two men shouted no and sped up their horses, but the herd had already caught up and surrounded them in front of the detour.

"Dismount, dismount," the man in the lead said in rough Chinese.

Mao Chun and You Jingzhi reluctantly got off the horse, the leader ordered a search, the two people were already frightened and could only be stunned in place at their mercy, and soon the two people were looted, Mao Chun was a little frightened, and he was afraid that he had an ancestral gold inlaid jade, not that it was worth a lot, but the treasure handed down from the family was robbed like this, so he secretly stretched out his hand to the placket to take down this piece of jade.

This small action was still seen by the robber who searched his body, he snatched Maochun's jade, Maochun subconsciously grabbed it, the two of them scrambled, the angry robber raised his knife and slashed towards Maochun, the knife went down to Maochun's shoulder, Maochun only felt a sharp pain in front of him, and let go.

You Jingzhi on the side was already frightened and squatted down with his head in his arms, the bloody Maochun lay on the ground, the robbers raised their knives towards Maochun and wanted to cut again, at this moment, a loud horse whistle blew, and the robbers looked to the place where the sound came, only to see not far away, against the light, there was a horseback rider galloping towards this side, killing the robbers, Mao Chunqiang propped up his body and looked up, a bloody fight, the person who killed and rescued was Yi Langri in the post station.

The sound of knives waving, shouting, and Shigeru felt a fight around him until he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Mao Chun was already lying on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, there was a strange curtain, and You Jingzhi looked at himself anxiously, "You woke up, Brother Mao Chun." ”

Mao Chun's eyes swept over You Jingzhi, and there was a familiar back in front of him, with the light in his back, tall and straight.

Mao Chun endured the sharp pain of the bandaged wound and struggled to sit up, "Strongman, thank you for saving your life." ”

Lang Ri slowly turned his head, and what Mao Chun saw was still that handsome face, "It's okay, it's just a gesture." ”

Mao Chun was very excited and was still about to get out of bed, Lang Ri walked over to him, stretched out his hand, and the piece of gold inlaid jade in his palm was in his hand.

"A few robbers ran away, and the money was not recovered, but fortunately, this one is still there. ”

Mao Chun excitedly took the gold inlaid jade that had already made Lang Ri hot, his eyes were wet for a while, and his voice trembled, "How can I thank the strong man for this." ”

Lang Ri smiled, and the man laughed like a child, "My name is Yi Lang Ri, don't call me a strong man." ”

After Mao Chun saw that Lang Ri was really as bright as the sun in the sky, he forgot about the previous thrill and smiled.

In this way, Mao Chun and Lang Ri became New Year's friends because of this incident, and the two talked happily and stayed awake all night.

And Lang Ri only took a short rest, and on the second day he planned to say goodbye to Mao Chun and them on the road, Mao Chun got out of bed and sent each other on foot, and sent Lang Ri again and again until far away.

"Langri, we talked for so long yesterday, and you haven't told me where you plan to go?"

"I don't know where to go, I don't have a home, I live to find someone. ”

"Looking for someone?" Mao Chun looked at Lang Ri's side face, "Who are you looking for?"

Lang Ri nodded, "My junior sister, I've been looking for her for two years, and I'll keep looking for her until I find her." ”

"The world is so big, how to find a way?"

"I can sense her," Lang Ri smiled, "We warlocks have a sense in our hearts, and as long as the other party is alive, this sense is there, and sooner or later we can find her." ”

Mao Chun continued to ask, but Lang Ri persuaded him to go back to rest, "You are seriously injured and should not move for a long time, so go back and rest, don't send each other again." ”

Mao Chun wanted to speak and stopped, and instead took out a pendant, "I have nothing to give, this is a token, it is not in vain that you and I know each other." ”

Lang Ri took the pendant and accepted it frankly, and then picked up the flute behind him and gave it to Mao Chun, "I don't have anything valuable, you can also accept this flute, even if you exchange tokens, you will see you again in the future." ”

Mao Chun took the flute, and he was reluctant in his heart, "Langri, my home is in the Li family in Yongning Town, Tiantai County, if you pass by one day, you must come to me." ”

Lang Ri nodded, "Definitely, Brother Maochun will have a period later." As he spoke, he turned over and got on his horse, waved goodbye to Mao Chun, and then drove away.

Mao Chun's memories filled his eyes with an indescribable look, Xiu Yuan looked at his father's appearance, and his heart couldn't help but be full of longing and admiration for this chivalrous warlock, "Then has my father ever seen this chivalrous warrior again?" Mao Chun's thoughts were pulled back, "No, this is the most regrettable thing I have in the past three years, I have always wanted to do something for my benefactor but I have never seen him again." Mao Chun paused, and the next sentence was more like talking to himself, "I don't know if the person he is looking for has been found?"

"I believe that good people are rewarded, and Langri's long-cherished wish has been fulfilled. Xiu Yuan looked at his father comfortingly.

Mao Chun nodded, "I hope so." ”

"Father, let's keep walking. Xiu Yuan helped Maochun and the two of them continued to walk.

"Xiuyuan, I've always had such a selfish idea since I met Lang Ri," Mao Chun tilted his head to look at his son.

"What thoughts?"

"I want you to be like Langri. Mao Chun continued, "Although I have only known him for two days, I think it is enough, as if I have known him for several lifetimes, the righteousness in this person can infect everyone around him, his chivalrous and courageous qualities, his sword eyebrows and starry facial features, everything about him is like the embodiment of justice, which can resist all external evils, and people can't help but want to get close to and get to know him." ”

"Oh," Xiu Yuan smiled, "Fathers rarely describe a person like this, which makes my son even more curious, and he really wants to see the demeanor of this hero named Langri." ”

Mao Chun also smiled and patted Xiu Yuan's shoulder, "Of course, this is just my own thoughts, even if my son can't become a person like Lang Ri, he must be a kind and righteous person, and I still have confidence in this." ”