Fengyuntang, Zhao Feng and his entourage and others walked on the journey to Yunnan with more than 30 war horses. After many days of long journey, everyone entered Guangyuan in Shu on this day.

Looking up, not far in front of you is the famous Sword Pavilion Ancient Road. The cliffs on both sides are lined with cliffs, and strange peaks emerge one after another.

Between the mountains on both sides, there is a narrow sheep trail, and the stone steps are steep and narrow. The cliffs on both sides resemble two huge gates, and the path looks like a thin slit from a distance.

At the narrowest point, the fat person can only lean sideways against the stone wall. Zhao Feng and others sighed: It's really a one-man affair, don't open it!

The group climbed up the long stone steps. Tired and thirsty. After passing the Sword Gate, I came to an herbal tea pavilion.

Everyone asked the store for tea, wine, and a short rest. At this time, a woman of about ten or forty years old came over, and it seemed that she was the hostess of this herbal tea pavilion.

Asked enthusiastically, are you from the north? Listening to the accent, it looks like a person from Jinling and Yangzhou.

One of the accompanying people said quickly: Your eyesight is not bad. We are the people of Yangzhou Fengyuntang. The old woman said with a smile: Yo, the famous Fengyun Hall, who doesn't know the rivers and lakes, who doesn't know?

There are many passers-by who come to my tea pavilion to drink tea, and there are many people coming and going from the south to the north. They all said that my tea was not the best.

Zhao Feng said casually: The tea just now tasted mellow and long. That's good. The woman bent down, picked up the wine spoon and shook it in the jar, filled a bowl of wine and handed it to Zhao Feng and said, Guest officer, I see that you are a knowledgeable person, taste my family's own bud valley wine, how does it taste?

Zhao Feng took the wine, put it to his nose and smelled it, and the aroma was overflowing. Praise again and again. The woman said, "One bowl per person is also regarded as a propaganda and a reputation for me."

After that, each person served a bowl. Everyone drank it all. Soon they all fell asleep. When he woke up, his belongings and horses were gone.

Only the gazebo remains.

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