It was August 15 when I set off for Yanguan. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before that, Jun Li took people to Houtu Nunnery to make another measurement. This errand may have been handed over to Shen Fengming, but both sides of Xiajiazhuang and Yizui Pavilion relied on Shen Fengming to pay more attention, and he had to carefully choose people for the trip to Dongting, so he couldn't tell the difference.

After helping a few female nuns move everything to the Faqing Academy, the measurement and drawing were almost completed. The matter of the new chief helm took up most of Jun Li's time, after all, it was inconvenient to invite outsiders to participate in such a thing, and he could only carefully recall the location of some houses and secret passages of the Golden Medal Wall, and often went to Qu An, who was well versed in this way, to ask for advice in the details of the organ, and according to the topography, he mapped and detailed the inside and outside of the "Hall of Thick Earth" one by one.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew Qimen gossip, he was afraid that this matter would be difficult to do, but he found a good helper - Ouyang Xin.

Ouyang Xin was the most unsightly of the three old black bamboo people he brought back this time. Jun Li and Wu Tiantong and Shi Zhijian have all fought each other, but Ouyang Xin originally only knew that he was good at flying eaves and walking walls, but this seemingly rat-stealing and dog thief probably touched into all kinds of deep mansions and courtyards many times, and he actually had a lot of experience in building houses and arranging them and the depth of the pattern, which was very helpful to this planning.

After several days of busy work, it was only done on paper, and it took some time to move the soil to truly become a "thick soil hall". Jun Li simply handed over all the construction matters to Ouyang Xin at the moment, estimated the gap of three or four days, and prepared to practice the sacrifice of the salt official first.

It is about his return to his surname and life, and it is also about the old knot between Jinghui, He Xuan and Ye Zhitan - even if this line is not far, it is still extremely cautious and cannot be delayed after all. After a few people finished taking care of the things at hand, they didn't care about the proper festival, so they packed up and agreed to set off on the morning of the 15th.

Yanguan Town is more than 100 miles away from Lin'an, which is exactly a day's journey. In the evening, the group really heard the sound of the tide roaring outside the river embankment in the distance, and the big archway at the entrance of the town was also visible. Jun Li is very familiar with this place - Fengyun Dao Chang was reluctant to take him back to Lin'an before his death, so the tide in his memory is all in this place. Revisiting the old place, I can't say what it feels like for a while—this breath of river and sea, which is mixed with the river and the sea, is probably because it is too familiar, so that he realizes more and more that the person who has been with him for more than 20 years is no longer traceable, and now—and even in the future—it is another person who will be by his side.

He didn't know if he also had such an unspeakable nervousness - before that, he had seen Shan Jiquan, Ling Li, and Suzaku, and had told them all about the stabbing thing, but all the tension in it seemed to be inferior to the master who was going to tell him about it this time—even if those people were still alive, and Feng Yun was actually dead.

"Master's location is more than ten miles away from this town, we will stay in the town tonight, and go over tomorrow morning to worship and sweep, what do the masters and seniors think?" he began.

Jinghui nodded: "That's very good." Today coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, I think the sun is thin at this time, and it must be good to enjoy the moon in the town at night. ”

Hearing this, Thorn carefully pulled him along: "Brother Jun Li, can we go to see the tide in a while?" She cares more about watching the tide than admiring the moon - she appreciates the moon every year, but she has never seen the world-famous tide in Zhejiang.

Jun Li smiled. "Yes. "After a pause, "Shitai and seniors are also here for the first time, so let's go and have a look?"

Jinghui smiled and shook her head: "I'm old, and I'm a little tired after a long day, so I want to find a place to rest early." ”

This is naturally a pretext - whether Jinghui or He Xuan are old or not, they are by no means uninteresting, and of course they will not disturb the two young people to be alone.

Jun Li also smiled and said, "Then let's go to the inn first-if I remember correctly, there is one not far ahead." ”

Thorn whispered again: "But it will soon get dark, can you still see it when it is late?"

"The moon is bright tomorrow, how can you not see it?" Jun Li said, "If you take it as a single day, the meridian side is the time when the water is at its peak here, and the tide is still far away, but it is even more violent at night. ”

Thorn Leaped, "Alright, let's go in the evening." ”

The four of them settled down at the inn and filled their stomachs, the full moon had just risen, and it was so big that it was a little unreal. By the time I got out, the night had become soft—the moonlight wasn't pouring down, and the deep orange was more apt than a light devouring the darkness.

The town is still a long way from the sea, but the sound of the tide can be diffused in the air, but it is clearly a wet and salty smell - the tide of August every year is the sea water pouring into the river, from the mouth of the sea can even be poured all the way to the surface of the river in Lin'an Province. Lin'an residents have always had the habit of going out of the east gate to see the tide in August, to the vicinity of this Yanguan, the tide is very big, but the embankment is barren, it is really not a resort, but it is not more than Lin'an tourists.

The embankment was built just outside the town. By the time it was time, the tide was already surging enough to make people's hearts shake. The two of them first went to the embankment and looked at it—in such a place, the earthen embankment was built very wide and very high. The embankment is not very clean, some coarse grains of sand cover the hard soil, and even as far as the eye can see, you can occasionally see some shell fragments, and there is no trace of half of a person. From a distance under the embankment, there is a tidal flat, and at this moment the waterline is still at least two or three miles away, and the extreme eye can only see the white lines flashing with a dense but discontinuous phosphorescence under the moon, pushing and pushing one after another, constantly expanding the riverbank.

Thorn was a little disappointed, "Brother Jun Li, why is it so far away? ”

"In the blink of an eye, the work went up. Jun Li said. "I don't believe you're looking. ”

Thorn hesitated for a moment, "Can't you really go down and have a look?" Didn't you say that the meridian water is at its peak, and now there are still two full hours before the time of the sub-hour, and we will go back early then-well, we will not come close, just go down to this embankment, and if you feel that the water is about to rise, you can come up quickly, do you say?"

Jun Li estimated the water potential - indeed, the current resurgence is not very fierce. If there are really signs of swelling, it is not a problem to avoid the earthen embankment as soon as possible with your own and thorny skills. He nodded, "It's fine." ”

He familiarly found a section of pedestrian earth stairs specially left in the middle of the river embankment, and the thorn couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Jun Li, did you always slip down before?"

Jun Li had to admit that when he was a child, he was as curious as a stab and wanted to see the tide up close. At that time, Fengyun Dao Chang was conniving and worried about himself, was it just like he was nervously pulling the thorn at the moment?

The earlier tide had apparently soaked the embankment, and the mud was on the tidal flats. Thorn was so excited when he got down the earth steps that he had forgotten to promise him that he would only look at the bottom of the embankment, and when he broke free, he rushed to the river.

"Don't run around. Jun Li shouted. But he knew that he couldn't stop her, just like Feng Yun back then, he couldn't stop himself, and there was no other way than to follow him closely. Not to mention - he had personally seen the tide swallowing people, and then he dared to believe that the great power of heaven and earth was by no means capable of human power, just - the tidal flats were not smooth, and there were many gravels under the mud and sand, except for the shoes and socks that were wet and muddy, and the soles of the feet were afraid that they would hurt. The thorns seem to be light as the wind, but after all, people are not birds, and on such uneven gravel ground, it is more likely to be injured by galloping.

However, she is finally quite good, if you look at it from this point, Jun Li feels that she is still more worry-free than herself back then.

This breath rushed closer to Rich, and he heard the sound of the tide getting louder and louder, and took a few steps closer to her, "Don't go any further, it's already—it's close." ”

Here it is clear that one after another huge white waves have passed by, and even—when the waves are stacked on top of each other, the wind blows in his face, and the droplets of water seem to splash in front of him, and the roar of the noise, if he had not now learned to transmit sound by "flowing clouds", would have shouted to speak to each other.

Thorn probably sensed the rush in his face, slowed down, and glanced back at him. At this glance, she suddenly remembered something, stopped and stared at him, and there was a strange smile on her face.

"What are you laughing at?" Jun Li wanted to pull her back, but instead of stabbing him, he pulled him to the side of the river, "You stand here." ”

He didn't know what she had in mind, and was about to ask her, but he saw her face change suddenly—the tide roared, and he felt a cool chill suddenly hit behind him—there was nowhere to dodge—the waves crashing against each other without warning squeezed into a high wall behind him, and the water easily poured him from his vest to his front, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

——After only two words, the tide had risen a lot, and even the thorns that made him block a little were splashed with half wetness. Her face turned pale, but after a moment of stunnedness, she giggled instead.

He laughed. Jun Li's face was gloomy, he pulled her and walked back.

The waves came and went quickly, as if they had retreated away by chance, but this momentum still made the thorn obedient a little, and followed him back under the embankment. It was quite warm, and although my clothes were wet, I didn't feel cold. The two of them sat down at the bottom of the embankment, Jun Li twisted the corners of his clothes, and the thorns fell on a long hair that was damp.

"It's not night yet, and it's wet like this. Jun Li said, "Do you want to go back?" ”

Thorn obviously had no intention of going back, and said with a smile: "Brother Jun Li, didn't you expect it? Just now you were standing over there, and I was looking at you, isn't it our trick 'Tide Wangjun'?"

Jun Li was stunned, only feeling helpless and funny. The name of the joint move of "Wangjun on the tide" was originally a thorn to make fun of him, but now he wants to use this wet body to combine the original meaning of these four words - probably only if the thorn is as innocent and sincere, it will feel important and fun.

But he didn't reprimand her, and coughed, "The morning water is the tide, and the evening water is the tide—it's night, and it's 'on the tide'." ”

Thorn knew that he was just chewing on words, grinned, and held him to stop talking.

The moon gradually rose higher, and the deep orange gradually turned into a faint and soft gold, and gently sprinkled down, illuminating the eyes and faces of the two men more and more brightly. But the tide rose faster than the moon—and before he could say a few words, the waves rose again—as if he were about to strike again.