Dong Qilang did not follow the old man into the house, but looked around the house, and felt that the location of this hut was really good, it was built at the foot of this big mountain, sitting south and facing north.

Here is just more gentle, as well as mountains, forests and grasslands, it is really a pension base, if you are old in the future, you can't do anything, you can have such a place to retire, it is really a fairy life.

Just thinking about it, I heard the old man behind me say:

"Young man, there are still a few steamed buns from yesterday in the retort, do you like it or not, I still have half of the pork trotters in the pot, and I will give it to you." When you go out, who still holds a pot all the way. ”

Dong Qilang turned around and saw that the old man was holding three yellow steamed buns in one hand and piercing a piece of pig's trotter with chopsticks in the other, and was talking to him.

Dong Qilang didn't expect the old man to be so generous, and he was embarrassed to enjoy the old man's things in vain, so he took out a few banknotes on his body, wrapped them in a roll, and quietly stuffed them into the old man's pocket.

The old man was deaf and dazzled, and he didn't see it, and his hands were still handing three buns and the fragrant pig's trotters in the cold wind. Dong Qilang hurriedly took the bun and the pig's trotters dripping with lard with both hands, and nodded his head again and again to thank him. Then walked back.

This is in the distant mountains, Dong Qilang saw that there was no one around, so he exerted his light skill of stepping on the snow without a trace of the Tianshan Mountain, and rushed to the place where he was separated from the pigeons.

When the dove saw him coming, it cooed and rejoiced. He gave the pigeon a bun, and tore off some of the lean flesh from the pig's trotters, and put it in the palm of his hand, and the pigeon pecked it all in one mouth.

Dong Qilang and the pigeons were full, so he continued to hurry, he saw a place where there was no one, so he performed light skills, if there were people, he pretended to be a lost person or a medicine picker who went up the mountain to collect medicine.

That way, both he and the pigeons were rested. In the evening, the pigeon led him to a place, where the sound of water was murmuring and the birds were singing, and it was a fairyland.

Following the sound of the water and the bird's call, the pigeon stopped flying and stopped in the palm of Dong Qilang's hand.

Walk about two or three miles, there is a steep stone wall of more than 100 zhang high in front of you, there is a huge stone of several zhang round under the stone wall, this boulder is flat and smooth, and it is still carefully polished.

What's even more surprising is that there are still a few lines of words on the boulder, and each word is more than five inches deep into the boulder. Looking at the structure of the word and the trend and roundness of the stroke, it is not like the carving craftsman, and each word is quite reckless.

Dong Qilang is a person who has gone to junior high school, and he is coarse in writing and ink, and he can't say whether those lines are like a poem, whether it is a poem or not, and the content of those lines is:

Everyone laughs at me for being faint, I laugh at the world's ignorance, they are all drunk; they don't drink wine, they don't want to get drunk; they don't know how to get drunk, the more they understand, the more they pretend; they understand me to come, they understand that they are going, and they have to drink with all their body and mind. ”

There is also a few words like the inscription below:

"Xinwu Bada Mountain People, wine-colored and wealthy. ”

After Dong Qilang finished reading this, I don't know when, the pigeon in his hand had flown away, and he didn't know where to go.

Dong Qilang looked up at the stone wall, and suddenly found that there was a grass pavilion hanging between the stone walls, which was more than 20 zhang away from the foot of the stone wall, as if it was stretched out from the stone wall with a few wooden stakes, and a few wooden boards or stone slabs were used as the bottom, and there were only a few withered grasses on it, standing in the cold wind.

There seems to be a cave at the grass pavilion, because the distance is high and far, Dong Qilang can't see clearly,

At this moment, he heard a few "cooing" sounds, wasn't this the sound made by the pigeon in his hand just now? When he flew to the grass pavilion, Dong Qilang felt that the pigeon was inviting him, and he was about to go up to the grass pavilion to find out.

Just as he was about to leave, Dong Qilang's heart sank, could this be the place where the legendary Xinwu Eight Mountain People in the rivers and lakes lived. I have only heard that no outsiders are allowed here, but anyone who comes here has hardly heard of anyone who can escape with his whole body, and can go out without an ear or an arm, even if it is a blessing in misfortune.

What kind of place is this, why are everyone's rumors so terrifying, who live here, why are they so cruel, are they really cruel, or are they deliberately smeared by the martial arts people in the rivers and lakes.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger. If it comes, it will be safe. And for that mysterious note, I have to break in. Dong Qilang made up his mind, today this is the Longtan Tiger's Den, and he has to go and see it.

He checked again whether he had brought the equipment on his body, and then he performed the gecko wall swimming skill commonly used by martial arts people, and climbed up from the foot of the stone wall. This gecko's wall swimming skill depends on the level of personal light work, and the level of light power depends on the level of your internal strength to a large extent.

Dong Qilang's internal strength Since he drank the blood of the Tianshan White Snake, and was taught by Zhan Tianlong, the top master of Tianshan martial arts, he has practiced Tianshan's pure internal strength, and now Dong Qilang's internal strength has become one of the first-class top masters in martial arts, how can it be the same.

Dong Qilang was like a gecko, his hands and feet seemed to be attached to the stone wall, and after a few "swishs", he jumped to the grass pavilion.

Before I arrived at the grass pavilion, I smelled the aroma of wine. When I arrived at the grass pavilion, there were not a few withered grasses on the pavilion, revealing a few thick logs, and three words were hanging on a horizontal log:

"Drunken Sleeping Pavilion".

I saw a fat monk sleeping on the pavilion. This monk's sleeping position is also very special.

You see that he doesn't need a pillow or a mat, there are a few wooden planks under him, at first Dong Qilang looked up below, guessing that it was either a wooden board or a stone slab, that was the angle he was looking at, and he couldn't tell what material it was. Now when I got closer, I recognized that it was the bottom of a grass pavilion paved with wooden planks.

The monk crossed Erlang's legs, landed on the tip of one foot underneath, and propped one hand on the back of his head. The elbow of the hand was on the plank, half-bent, and the palm of the hand supported his large head as round as a watermelon.

That huge body, to say the least, is more than 200 pounds, and it is only supported by the toes of the left foot and the elbow of the right hand, which is really incredible. This monk doesn't look very old, only about fifty years old, and the strange thing is that there is no incense scar on his head, so naturally I don't know where he is a monk, let alone his level.

What is even more surprising is that this monk did not wear monk's clothes, his upper body was naked, and he fell asleep like Maitreya Buddha.

This is the cold winter wax moon, still on the stone wall, ordinary people don't even dare to wear less clothes, he actually fell asleep like this. Strange, really strange! Dong Qilang knew that he had met a strange person.

At this time, he saw the pigeon that led him all the way and stopped on the monk's big belly, and when he saw Dong Qilang arrive at the grass pavilion, the pigeon screamed twice again, as if to say:

"Yes, yes, all the places that are so high have come up. ”

Behind the monk's huge body, there is a one-person high cave, but the width is not wide, only one person can pass through, such as the fat monk in front of him, you have to be careful, it is best to turn sideways.

There are three words on the top of the cave: Du Kangyuan, no paint or other paint, although it is four or five fingers deep, and the writing is vigorous and powerful, but it is almost invisible under the stone wall.

I didn't see a container for fine wine such as a wine jar, could it be that the aroma of wine came from the monk's body, or did he snore, Dong Qilang was guessing.

Dong Qilang didn't dare to alarm the monk casually, but since he came, it was impossible not to ask clearly, and he said to the monk who was sleeping soundly and snoring:

"Master, are you the owner of this pigeon?"

I didn't see the monk open his eyes, and I heard him speak, Dong Qilang said it a second time. I didn't see any reaction, Dong Qilang didn't leave, and he didn't stay, he wanted to just go down to the stone wall first to see how the fat monk reacted. So he said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Since it is not welcome, the juniors will retire first. ”

He was about to get out of the grass pavilion when a dull and rough voice said:

"If you come here, try it. If you are a drinking friend, if you are a friend, please go to chant poetry in advance, whether it is a first meeting, or an enemy, please visit first. If the younger generation wants to leave, someone will send it, and if they don't leave, someone will stay. It must be a pity in life to be able to go to the drunken sleeping pavilion and not enter Du Kangyuan. ”

The voice suddenly raised:

"You have to be qualified to stay, and you have to have a certificate to go. Boy, let's try to stay first. Who made you a money addict to attract you, I can't look down on Jiushan Weng, and I don't want to meddle in things. ”

"What, this is Jiushan Weng?" Dong Qilang was stunned in his heart, "I heard the master say before that there are many strange people in the rivers and lakes, such as the Xinwu Bada Shanren who hardly sets foot in the rivers and lakes, they are extremely powerful characters, each of them has a set of special skills, and you should be extra careful when you encounter the Bada Shanren in the rivers and lakes in the future." ”

These people are both righteous and evil, and they want to kill people, but no one can stop them. Among them, the master mentioned Jiushan Weng, and the names of seven other people.

It is said that these eight people are in four places according to their wine color and wealth, and they are not usually together, but the relationship between these eight people is different personalities, and they are like-minded, they are friends of life and death, and they are eight weirdos anyway.

The stronger the enemy, the more combative the young Dong Qilang was, he arched his hands and said to the great monk who had not opened his eyes:

"Dare to ask the master, who do you want Du Kangyuan to come, and what qualifications do you want to stay? ”

"Well, the boy's courage is commendable. The wine boy first took him on a tour to find out. ”

The fat monk snorted and said.

Dong Qilang was still thinking, what kind of wine boy was called by this monk just now, did he ask someone to take me to visit, why didn't anyone come.

At this time, a children's voice came from inside:

"Who is going to come in and die? Please walk fifty meters inside, turn left thirty meters, first go to the Despair Pond, and then visit the Sky Lantern Gallery. ”

Dong Qilang thought, the people here are really strange, listening to this voice, it should be a child, no matter how he speaks, he is so polite and domineering. But let's go inside first, look at this pool of despair, how desperate it is, and how the sky lanterns are lit in this sky lantern gallery.

He arched his hands and said to the fat monk who was moving forward:

The junior respectfully obeyed his duties, so he dared to go in. ”

"It's not so easy to eat my fat meat, this old man who is obsessed with money, he wants to calculate me, why don't you fly back and report to your master?"

Dong Qilang was walking cautiously inside, and the fat monk was talking. Listening to this, it should be said to the pigeon on the belly. Dong Qilang thought to himself, isn't the owner of this pigeon this fat monk, but someone else?

Dong Qilang didn't have time to think about it, so he continued to walk inside. Then he heard the child's voice again:

"Mr. Kongzhi, your drinking has improved a little, and you can go to the poetry wall, but this time there are important guests visiting, please forgive me, please come again next time." ”

This time, the voice was thrier than the last time, but the same person could still be heard.

"Ren Xiaoyao, Kong Zhi, is this the head of the Xiaoyao faction, Ren Xiaoyao, and the second master of the Wudang faction, the master of Kong Zhi? Why did they come here? What kind of poetry, what kind of drinking, do these two also have to be qualified to get here?"

Dong Qilang speculated in his heart. He continued to walk a few meters inside, and then he saw a fork in the road, with three words "Despair Pool" on the left stone wall, and three words "Shallow Drunken Hall" on the right stone wall.