Eagle Ridge Mountain was originally an inconspicuous hill to the south of Sanhuai Town. Even the residents of Sanhuai Town don't come here often, let alone have tourists from other places. is such a nameless hill, but in the past three months, it has become the most talked-about topic in the rivers and lakes of Yinxunzhou today, just because of the appearance of a red armor tomb cave.

At the foot of the mountain, which was once inaccessible to people and even birds and beasts, it is now surrounded by a patchwork of camp tents and chariots and horses with the badges of various forces, while the periphery is surrounded by some small forces and warriors without sectarian forces, as well as crowds of people who come to see the excitement. The scene of rubbing shoulders resembles the worship of the gods by believers. If not strictly speaking, these people can indeed be called believers. Everyone living in the world is a believer, but they believe in different things and have different devotion to their faith. Some people believe in gods and Buddhas, believe in the reincarnation of cause and effect, and use this to restrain themselves, so as to be kind to others; some people believe in the ghosts and spirits of the mountains and rivers, and believe that there are gods three feet above their heads, so they are always in awe; some people believe in authority, and believe that the art of power and scheming can be used to control people's hearts, and the organs are calculated only for the sake of power; some people believe in wealth and believe that money can make ghosts grind, so they spend their whole lives unscrupulous means only for the sake of being rich and rivaling the country. And now this group of people at the foot of the mountain believes in wealth and danger, just like a group of gamblers who believe in gambling big wins and big wins, knowing that nine out of nine results are lost, but when they see the dealer opening, thinking that the countless wealth and opportunities still have a chance to belong to themselves, they will invest all their bets without hesitation. Some people are just obsessed with martial arts cultivation in order to become stronger here, and they spend their lives just exploring the realm above the Xuan Realm that has long faded out of the classics. Some people are carried away by greed, thinking that the pie will fall from the sky and hit themselves.

At the outskirts of the crowd, there was a tent with the banner of the Heaven-Shaking Gate, and a long queue formed outside the tent. According to the rules, there is no restriction on entering the open tomb cave, but you need to pay three yuan to the Heaven-Shaking Gate to buy a voucher to enter it. Because of the different regulations on coins and silver ingots minted by different dynasties and countries, the buying and selling transactions between warriors and great powers can easily cost tens of millions of taels of silver, and warriors cannot carry so many silver coins with them, not to mention that there are very few people who have mustard seeds. Therefore, there were several major Jianghu sect forces, and they jointly agreed to forge three currencies with special secret methods and circulate them among the warriors. The three coins are named after the festival Shangyuan, Chongyang and Lichun. A Shangyuan can be exchanged for 1,000 taels of silver, but if it is exchanged for 1,100 taels of silver. 100 Shangyuan can be exchanged for a Chongyang, and 100 Chongyang can be exchanged for a Lichun. More than sixty percent of the sect forces and martial artists on the rivers and lakes may not see the appearance of Lichun Qian in their lives.

The price of three yuan is really expensive. I'm afraid that it is difficult for many people to struggle for a lifetime, but they can't resist the temptation of the word "A", and some people are bankrupt and in debt and have to exchange for the opportunity to enter the tomb. I am afraid that there are no less than tens of thousands of people present, and in this gambling game, the only one who will make a profit may be Shaking the Heavenly Gate.

In the team, there is a thin middle-aged man, the middle-aged face is a little sallow, looking sick, although it is autumn, but the middle-aged is still wearing a gray single clothes, the clothes are washed and some faded and white. It seems that the clothes are thin and the mountain breeze is cold here, and the middle-aged people feel a bit biting cold, and they put their sleeves on their chests, and they will shiver a few times from time to time. Those who want to enter the great power of the secret treasure naturally have a separate channel to pay fees to the Heaven Shaking Gate, so most of the people who are lined up here have no background of power, but there are not many who are so downtrodden to the middle-aged people in front of them.

The middle-aged man is like a mountain village man who has never seen the world, and seems to look around. When he meets a girl, no matter what his posture and figure are, he will stare at it, and he will grin at her when the other party notices it. If it is replaced by a handsome brother with clear eyebrows, it may be nothing, maybe there are girls who take the initiative to flirt with their eyebrows, you come and go, and the bold will come directly to talk. But in front of him was a middle-aged uncle with yellow muscles and thin eyebrows, and the woman who was stared at felt as if her innocence had been tarnished. Some who don't want to stir up trouble directly turn their heads or blend into the crowd and stay away. Some of them had a hot temperament and stared at the middle-aged directly, and some even wanted to teach this lewd thief a lesson, if it wasn't for the dissuasion of the entourage, I am afraid that the middle-aged man would have been dismembered by the crowd.

After about more than an hour of filming, the middle-aged man finally got enough of his eyes, shaking his head happily, talking to himself and reminiscing about the role he had just taken, sometimes laughing, sometimes pouting, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes smashing his mouth, as if he had really tasted them one by one. The people in line before and after him were also very disgusted, and they cast disdainful glances one by one, and the middle-aged man was unaware, still looking for flowers and willows in his mind.

Finally, there was no one in front of the middle-aged man, he rubbed his hands a little excitedly, and entered the tent. There was only one table for two people in the tent. Both looked to be in their early thirties. In front of one of them was a white porcelain paperweight, presumably a mustard seed, and in front of the other was a ledger and pen and ink, as well as several red shield-shaped wooden tokens. Neither of them looked up, and after a while, they saw that the person who came did not react, and the bookkeeper looked up and saw a middle-aged man with his hands on his sleeves and a lewd appearance smirking at him, and he couldn't help frowning, "Three upper yuan, can you take it out?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly made his smile more flattering, and while saying some and some, he stretched out a hand from his sleeve, and spread out his palm, which was a somewhat old Shangyuan coin, which was already stained with sweat. The man in charge of the bookkeeping moved the money to his companion with the barrel of the brush in his hand with some disgust. The latter did not immediately put the money away, but held out two more fingers. The middle-aged man with a yellow face and thin muscles scratched his head, took off a shoe, shook the sole of the shoe upwards, and fell out of it a top yuan. He picked up the money from the ground, sniffed it close to his nose, and placed it on the table. The two of them were a little angry, and the person in charge of collecting the money scolded, "Are you disgusting us?" and got up to do it.

The thin and yellow middle-aged man was shocked, and hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and explained, "The two masters misunderstood, misunderstood, these three upper yuan coins were borrowed by me and my friends, and I sold all my net worth. ”

Hearing this, the anger on the faces of the two subsided a little, and the man who kept the account waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, hurry up, take off the other one." ”

The thin middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, "Ah, take off, take off your shoes?"

"yes, there's still the last one left, isn't it hidden in another shoe?"

The middle-aged man with a shoe in his hand suddenly put the shoe back on his foot, smiled a little awkwardly and said, "There is no money in the other shoe." ”

"No money, are you really fucking us?" the anger that had just subsided rose again.

"The two adults are angry, angry, I haven't finished saying this yet, as the saying goes, right, the three holes of the cunning rabbit. If I really encounter some bandits and robbers in the deep mountains and old forests, and they can't find any money on me, if I take off one of my shoes and find a high yuan coin from it, I will definitely think that there is another shoe. How could I be as stupid as they were? ”

The two always felt that the stupidity in each other's mouths was a little awkward, and they couldn't figure out the reason for a while, so they still urged, "Then where is your third cave, take it out quickly." ”

"Can you turn your heads first?" the middle-aged man unexpectedly showed a somewhat shy expression.

The patience of the two seems to be almost to the limit, "Less nonsense, where are there so many tricks, if you have money to pay, if you don't have money, get out quickly." ”

The middle-aged man didn't drag the mud and water anymore, gritted his teeth, put his hand into the crotch of his pants, pulled it out, moved his hand to the back again, and then pulled it out with two fingers. The middle-aged pinched the money, leaned over to the eyes of the two and said, "Two adults, this is the last yuan of the villain, please smile at the two masters." ”

The two suppressed the anger in their hearts and the sour water churning in their stomachs, "Hurry up and throw it on the table, take this, don't lose it, otherwise even if your money is wasted, you can use this thing to enter the tomb tomorrow." As he spoke, the bookkeeper tossed a red token to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man caught it with both hands, and as if he had found a treasure, he quickly put it in his arms and pulled it up by the collar, and then walked out of the tent.

The middle-aged eyes cast their eyes on the tents of many big forces. He glanced around, then withdrew his gaze. Walk towards the outskirts of the crowd. Those martial cultivators who were unable to buy tokens because they were shy in their pockets saw this person walking towards them, and they all showed envious, jealous, or greedy eyes. The middle-aged man doesn't seem to be aware of the many malicious eyes projected on him. He parted the crowd and walked to a tree farther away from the crowd and sat down with his back against the tree.

At this time, it was already approaching dusk, the queue was getting shorter and shorter, and many crowds of people watching the excitement had dispersed. Where the tents of the great forces are located, smoke can already be seen. And some of them were in groups of three or five, and some began to burn wood and make fires. At this time, several local villagers drove their cars to this side, and the cars and horses stopped near the big tree where the thin yellow middle-aged man was. There are cauldrons and vats on the car. Open the lid, steaming steamed buns, golden rice porridge, stewed fragrant local chicken sweet potatoes, and home-brewed rice wine. Suddenly, the tangy meal soon attracted a large number of warriors, and soon a few cauldrons in the car slowly bottomed out.

The man leaning under the tree looked at the people who left with their meals, swallowing their saliva. Seeing the crowd slowly disperse, he took out an oiled paper bag from his bosom, opened it and contained two dry baked cakes. The middle-aged man gnawed like this, chewing hard, and his mouth was stuffed full, and this kind of chewing earth-like taste was even more difficult to swallow. The middle-aged man held another baked cake in his hand, stood up and walked towards the villager's carriage. He stopped in front of a donkey cart selling noodle soup. The stall owner was a couple in their fifties, and when they saw someone coming over, the man hurriedly greeted him warmly, "Is this official noodle soup?"

The middle-aged man walked to the cauldron, looked inside, looked up, and asked, "Old man, how much is a bowl?"

"Ten cents for a bowl, if you add three cents, you can add a white bun. So saying, the woman picked up a porcelain bowl and asked, "Taste a bowl?"

The middle-aged man smiled a little embarrassedly, and asked in a hesitant manner: "Can you pay four cents and half a bowl?" So saying, he took out four copper coins from his bosom, spread them out in his hand, and handed them to the woman. The woman was a little stunned, she must have never met a guest with such a request. She and her wife looked at each other for a moment, and then said, "Four cents, I'll give you a bowl." As he spoke, he scooped a large bowl of noodle soup with a spoon, and specially picked out some more dough sheets and handed them to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man thanked him repeatedly, returned to the tree with the porcelain bowl, and broke the remaining baked cake and soaked it in the noodle soup. Then he ate it.

In a stall next to the old couple, a village woman in her thirties pursed her lips disdainfully, she deliberately did not lower her voice, and said to a woman in her early twenties next to her: "Sister, let me tell you, you must keep your eyes open in the future, don't follow such a man, marry this kind of waste, and the happiness of a lifetime will be completely ruined." ”

Several stall owners around them cast pity on the thin middle-aged man under the tree, and there was a great sense of mourning and anger in their eyes. The middle-aged man swept away the contents of the bowl, put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, saw that everyone was looking at him, smiled a little shyly, got up and walked back to the middle-aged couple selling noodle soup, returned the bowl, and after saying thank you twice, he turned around and went back to the tree.

The twilight bear rises up the tree, the middle-aged man bows his head, and writes and draws on the ground with a tree. Hearing footsteps coming, the middle-aged man raised his head and saw a woman in her twenties walking towards her, who was the sister of the middle-aged woman who had humiliated her just now. The woman held a small wooden basin in both hands, came to the middle-aged man and squatted down, stretched out her hand to hand the wooden basin to the middle-aged man and said: "Big brother, I saw that you ate a bowl of noodle soup and two baked cakes at night, you are afraid that you will go to the cave tomorrow to find some treasures, right? We are about to close the stall back, there are still some radish chicken soup left, although there are not a few pieces of chicken left, but there are a lot of radishes left, if you don't dislike it, give it to the eldest brother, fill your stomach to get through the night. ”

The middle-aged man hesitated, but still stretched out his hand to catch the bowl handed by the woman, and also thanked him several times. The woman has been squatting there, and she is not in a hurry to urge the middle-aged to eat well and return her wooden basin, but just squatting there quietly.

"Don't you feel down on me?" asked the middle-aged man after a few bites.

The woman shook her head and said sincerely: "Everyone has a difficult time, no matter how good the world is, there are people who can't survive, and no matter how bad the world is, there are people who can survive." When others are in trouble, help them, in case one day, they starve to death, someone can give me food to eat, pull me a hand, this is the human heart that no matter what the world should have. And by no means, if you live well, you will look down on those who are not as good as yourself, and if you are not as good as others, you have to look forward to the bad life of others every day, if this is the case, no matter how good or bad the world is, people's hearts will not be at ease. ”

Listening to the words of the woman in front of him, the middle-aged man was cold. The girl is actually not good-looking, with dark skin, which seems to be the reason for working outside all year round. The facial features are not very delicate, and at first glance, it doesn't even make people want to stay on her for a while. The girl stretched out her hand, shook it in front of the middle-aged eyes, and said, "Big brother, it's not early, you return the bowl to me after eating, I'll go back with my sister, otherwise my father and brother-in-law will come out to look for us." ”

The middle-aged man let out an "oh" and returned the empty bowl in his hand to the woman. The woman stood up and said a word of hope that the middle-aged man would be safe tomorrow, then turned back to the woman, and whispered a few words to the woman, as if she had received some complaints. The woman had already cleaned up the stall, and the two of them pushed the cart towards the moonlight.

I don't know if I ate the hot soup sent by the woman, or listened to what the woman said, the middle-aged man actually felt warm from his stomach to his heart. He looked at the back that was slowly moving away, and then looked up at the night sky, the moonlight and the shadow were as bright as the shadow.