It was raining on the road, and both sides of the official road were wet and silent green willows in the wind and smoke, just like the early spring of Luodu in the East Shenzhou mentioned in the drama, and the evening rain tugged at the heartstrings of passers-by.

Jiang Ayuan, who was riding on a donkey, was wearing a robe, Han Shen was wearing an umbrella, and Wang Yuanbao was not playing an umbrella like Han Shen, and the oil-paper umbrella was held in the rain, which did have an inexplicable and unfathomable taste, but it was not practical.

In this rain, the green bamboo bookbox looks more and more verdant, and it is constantly diffusing the aura of the landscape.

This is the most headache for Wang Yuanbao, the monk's means and techniques to cover the aura of the landscape, Wang Yuanbao, a martial artist, will not be able to do it at all, wealth is not exposed, this truth is the most favored by people, but Wang Yuanbao does not want to be exposed, but also has to be exposed.

The donkey is in the rain, and the man is on the donkey.

What Jiang Ayuan could see was not only the fog on the road ahead, but also the rain in Longchang Town, the rain in this Fengshui country was not only dense, but also warm, although it did not have the cold and lonely meaning in the rain, but it was really amazing.

"The smoke and rain are dark. ”

I have read a lot of books, and I will always involuntarily recite the poems in the book for this tugging scene, and in the bookcase of Fang Liang, there are not only sage classics, but more, poems and songs.

Fang Liang and Lao Xiucai are all readers who came out of the era of poetry and poetry in the context of the world, and the vast starry sky of poetry is not only the root of the context, but also a kind of faith.

Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen, what they have seen the most and learned the most are also poems and songs, although the truth in the sage book can make people feel the threshold of power and fame, and it is also a stepping stone, but Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen are not the people who are greedy for power.

Besides, in this Senluo world, the dynastic country, the only one who can accommodate women as officials is the inner court, and above the court, how can there ever be a woman's status?

Reading, in fact, is not worth it for the sake of goods and emperors.

People can also live well if they don't study, but they can only stay at the surface of the truth of this world, and the establishment of a palace in their hearts can not only rely on human feelings, but also on their understanding of this world.

It is a paradox that Xiucai knows the world without going out, but it can tell from the side why scholars can stay in history, while the wealthy husband and pawn can only be buried in the vast sea of words in the world, and his nationality is unknown.

Wang Yuanbao practiced boxing and walked the pile, but also did not put down the book, he still remembered what Mr. Fang said, even if he is not a reader, there is always nothing wrong with reading some books, and the purpose of reading is to use it in the world, even if this book is for himself, it is much better than not reading.

The truth in the book, interests are interests, and the truth is the truth, the two are distinct, but they complement each other, this is the advantage of readers.

However, the dead reads, except for the Taoist who reads the dead books.

Jiang Ayuan chanted the words and sentences in the poetry collection, naturally someone had to pick it up, Han Shen, a guy who didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and who had been thinking about it all in black and white, wouldn't put his mind here, Wang Yuanbao's waist raised the wine in the sword glove, which was the object of Han Shen's coveting.

After thinking about it, Wang Yuanbao said: "The wind and smoke are silent and the green willows." ”

To be honest, Wang Yuanbao is not neat, not even the simplest rhyme, but in Jiang Ayuan's heart, it is the most neat and confrontational verse.

In the eyes of lovers, turnip greens can also become white jade jade.

Jiang Ayuan's silver-bell-like laughter, in the silent smoke and rain, was extremely pleasant to the ear, adding a touch of amazement to this silent journey.

Wang Yuanbao's face turned red, and he smiled embarrassedly, the sentences he made up were naturally not on the stage, but Jiang Ayuan's laughter was not ridicule, but appreciation from the bottom of his heart.

Only the two of them can comprehend the taste.

Han Shen, the little demon king who dreams of becoming a demon king in the middle of the play, only thinks that the two of them are sick.

The capital of Fengshui Country is not far away, but to block this reckless smoke and rain, the distance of the foot is inevitably much slower, even if it is an official road, in the rain, it is muddy, Jiang Ayuan is better, riding on a donkey, there is no need to worry about this muddy road.

Han Shen took a step and was about to shake the mud once, but soon, he was covered with mud again.

Wang Yuanbao doesn't care, he wears straw sandals on his feet, and stepping into the mud is more powerful.

The capital of Fengshui country is built in a mountain surrounding, a natural pass, easy to defend and difficult to attack, a husband is a pass, ten thousand people do not open, if you want to enter the power center of Fengshui country, it is also the most prosperous place, you must pass through this Qingtong pass.

It's just that according to Wang Yuanbao's footsteps dragged down by this muddy official road, I'm afraid that I won't be able to reach Qingtong Pass at night.

Han Shen threw off the mud on his feet, but accidentally stained his clothes, which really made him angry: "It's also a country bigger than the state capital, why can't we even afford to build a decent road, so we can walk in this mud!"

Han Shen's complaint is not unreasonable, but he ignores the fact that a state capital does not build roads, which may be understood as an empty treasury, and the reason why a dynasty's vassal treasury is deep but does not build roads is worth pondering.

Even if the territory is smallest, it has to face thousands of miles, and the construction of an official road consumes not only the gold and silver in the treasury, but also the manpower of the people.

Where does the gold and silver come from in the treasury? The wool comes out of the sheep, and it is a tax that is extracted from the chewing grain of the people's mouths.

In addition, even if it is a paid construction of official roads, how many dreams of the allocated gold, silver and grain will fall into the hands of the people who build official roads?

The world is as black as a crow, and the officials are also average, even if the officials are not greedy for ink, what about the overseers at the bottom?

Peeled layer by layer, and what fell into the hands of the people was only chaff.

In addition, what the dynasty and the vassal states sought was stability, and the abuse of people's power was a great taboo.

The rebellion of the people, the princes of the sixty-four roads, and the eighteen places of smoke and dust, together overthrew the national fortune and inheritance of the Darui Dynasty.

Although the canal built by the Darui Dynasty is still in use today, connecting the water exchanges between the two dynasties, and communicating with each other, this great achievement in the millennium, in the pen of the historian, is still a "model" of abusing the people's power and people's fat.

Han Shen didn't know this allusion, and all he could do was complain.

The evening twilight is getting thicker and thicker, and if you don't find a place to shelter from the rain and spend the night, you will have to hurry in the night rain.

The poets are all happy in the rain of the night, the return is not due, they talk on their knees, the candles are swaying, the lamps are bursting, the lamps that have burned to the end are cut off, and the pond outside the window is overflowing.

This kind of scene can only happen in the pavilions and pavilions of the city, Jiang Ayuan thought about the night rain poems in the poetry collection, and couldn't help but slander in his heart, if those poets were thrown on this muddy official road, would they still make such timeless and fresh verses?

The appearance of the poet who was struggling to march on the muddy official road appeared in Jiang Ayuan's heart, and his embarrassed appearance really made people laugh.

"Poof", Jiang Ayuan still laughed, the brain supplement is so happy, the poet who usually only survives between the verses of the book gives this brain supplement, and appears in front of him with a new image, how can it not make people laugh.

Han Shen rolled his eyes, what did this stupid woman who was not honest on a donkey think of? Sure enough, everyone said that the woman's inexplicable smile was a sign of becoming a fool.

The ancients did not deceive me.

Wang Yuanbao naturally heard Jiang Ayuan's laughter, but he didn't look back, there is a mountain on the side of the road in front of the official road, although the mountains of Fengshui Country are continuous, and there are many mountains on both sides of the official road, but those are all near and far, and the front is really next to the official road.

And in the faint rain and mist, on the mountain that is not high, there is a faint firelight.

If you can see the fire in the rain, there must be a place to shelter from the rain, even if it is a ghost fire, there must be a deserted ancestral hall or temple, if there are yin ghosts, there are many Sanyang lantern charms scavenged from the old Taoist, and there are many other charms, so there is no need to be afraid of yin ghosts.

Compared with the ghosts and ghosts, the most important thing to think about in the rain is how to spend the night.

Wang Yuanbao said: "There seems to be an ancestral hall in front, let's hurry up, the sky is getting deeper and deeper, if you delay for a while, it will be difficult to go up the mountain." ”

The official road is still wet and muddy to this reckless smoke and rain, not to mention the mountain road where people, horses, cattle and sheep come out, it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, this is the saying in the ordinary sunny day and day, the sound of the night rain is annoying, the mountain road is slippery, I am afraid that it is difficult to go up the mountain, and it is easy to go down the mountain.

Han Shen also saw the faint fire in the rain and mist, and the fear in his heart rose suddenly, maybe it was a ghost fire, and he was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was afraid of ghosts, his face suddenly turned pale, and he asked cautiously: "There won't be ghosts there, right?"

Jiang Ayuan laughed angrily when he heard this, he usually said that he was going to be a demon king of the mixed world, but he was afraid of ghosts, although Jiang Ayuan was also afraid, but he was a little too timid to show it so bluntly.

If Jiang Ayuan hadn't ridden on a donkey, he would have given Han Shen a blow a long time ago, which was too embarrassing!

Wang Yuanbao smiled and said, "If there are ghosts, you are not afraid, aren't you going to be the Demon King of the Mixed World? Just to practice your courage, you say, if the Demon King of the Mixed World is afraid of ghosts, wouldn't it make people laugh and lose their big teeth?"

Han Shen's face turned pale, and he said stiffly: "Am I afraid......? I'm worried about Jiang Ayuan, she's afraid of ghosts!!"

Jiang Ayuan said angrily: "I don't know who in the town doesn't even dare to go out of the door at night, and he scared a cat who haunts at night to pee his pants." ”

Suddenly revealed his shortcomings, Han Shen's pale face was unusually crimson because of fear, and he didn't know if it was for shame or anger for Jiang Ayuan.

"Who is afraid of ghosts! Let's go and see!"

Seeing that the radical law worked, Wang Yuanbao and Jiang Ayuan looked at each other and smiled, some people just can't escape the barrier of the radical method, just like Han Shen, who was obviously scared to death, but as a result, the two of them were provoked, and the fear in their hearts turned into anger, and it came naturally.

The official road is barren and the sound of rain at night is annoying.

Such a scene, like a scholar sheltering from the rain in the book of the Strange Book of Drama and Literature, but he met a stunning yin ghost in the deserted temple, although it is terrifying, the fragrance in it is not enough for outsiders.

It's just that there are no scholars who go up the mountain, Wang Yuanbao is at best a martial artist who reads, and Han Shen, a hairy boy, doesn't even have hair, so he is naturally not a scholar.

The firelight was getting closer and closer, Wang Yuanbao took out two three-yang lantern talismans from his arms, handed them to Jiang Ayuan and Han Shen, and said, "Put this talisman on your forehead, and if there is a change in the future, hurry up and run down the mountain." ”

Taking the talisman, Han Shen and Jiang Ayuan nodded, and put the talisman on their foreheads, and a warm stream of heat went from the center of their eyebrows to the soles of their feet, making their bodies cold from the night rain to begin to warm up.

The three yang lantern talismans are not only the talismans that provoke the vigorous burning of yang energy, but also the three yang flames on people's bodies.

The mountain temple located in the middle of the mountain has long been abandoned, no one worships incense, and there is no temple to repair the temple, so it is expected that it will be abandoned.

If it is not wasted, it is the work of the demon.

If something goes wrong, it's a demon.

Wang Yuanbao put his hand on the waist of Si Wuxie, and his left hand is also a fist flow, entering and going out, you have to be cautious, jump out in front of you, and stick a knife in your back, these methods are not uncommon.

What's more, it is a barren mountain and a wild mountain, a dilapidated mountain temple, this is not a dinner party, in the end, it is fatal to come out in front of and behind you.