"Boom, young man, is it hot? Come and eat a piece of watermelon? I see that your donkey can't move you, you can rest, and it will rest for a while." ”

Under a willow tree that three or four adult men did not necessarily enclose, several old men were playing chess. One of the old men was holding a fan in his hand, his legs were crossed, and the cloth shoe on his left foot was hanging on his toes. At this moment, he was nibbling on a watermelon in one hand and a fan in the other, and his eyes were looking at the river not far away, a strange young man and a cyan donkey.

On the right side of the cyan donkey hung a square rattan basket, and on his back was a young man in a gray robe, with his right leg crossed on the donkey's back, and his left foot on the horse's pedal. His hair was tied up on the top of his head, and a thin hemp rope that he had found nowhere hung down at the back of his head.

The young man was flipping through a book in his hand, and after hearing the old man's shout, he turned over and got off the donkey, threw the book in his hand into Teng Lou, and strode towards several old people with a smile on his face. He said that he was embarrassed, but his feet sped up a little faster.

The old man's hand, which was obviously waving a fan, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, and without waiting for the young man to get closer, he picked the largest piece of watermelon and handed it to the young man. There are words in the mouth:

"Young people don't pretentious, I like it, come here and cool off. ”

The young man arched his hand at the old men, took the watermelon, and sat down under the willow tree.

"Old man, why is this Fengcheng so hot, it's only May, isn't it like this in our northland?"

The old man sighed, turned his head and said to a few old friends with a smile: "This posterity doesn't look big, although he has a scruffy beard, he is only twenty-three or fourteen years old at most, and he has been to many places since he heard the tone?"

The young man grinned, holding the watermelon in both hands with some embarrassment.

"I came from the old Qiu Chi country, when I was a child, I ran business with the elders of my family, and I have been to many places from south to north, and it is not the first time that we have come to Fengcheng. In order to hurry, he never stopped along the way, and his beard was not taken care of for half a decade, looking at the old way, in fact, the younger generation is only nineteen years old this year. ”

The old men looked at each other, thinking that this afterlife must be really interesting! But before they could laugh, the cyan donkey who was drinking from the river on the other side screamed, and it sounded like laughter.

The young man turned his head and glared at the past, but the donkey still stopped, and the old men were very happy. An old man sitting next to the old man with crossed legs, holding a horse in his hand, has already taken Chu Qi into an army at this moment. Then the old man stroked the white whisker and said:

"Hou Sheng, do you say that this donkey laughs because of drinking water?"

"Do you old people want to eat donkey meat? There is a flavor delicacy, that is, the white cake is cut and eaten with donkey meat!"

The donkey's barking stopped abruptly, like two children talking, one said that he had slept after he was too tall yesterday, and the other said that he had urinated in his old lady's teapot. Then he laughed, and a cough at the moment was the person who was urinated. The continuous laughter stopped abruptly, and the breath that he didn't have time to change was inhaled heavily, making a 'uhhhhh

Several old people smiled and said that this donkey has spirituality, and we know that we are afraid, and we old guys dare not eat it!

After some conversation, the old man knew that this young man was a scholar who traveled to study, surnamed Zhang, and was the old Qiu Chi country, and now Tongzhou people. The old man with the pu fan in his hand was surnamed Liu, who claimed to be a soldier of the former Song Kingdom, became a school captain, and retired to his hometown a few years ago to retire to his hometown. According to Liu Laohan, the rest of them grew up with small pee and mud.

After eating the watermelon, the old man surnamed Liu dragged Zhang Muliu to his home for dinner. Zhang Muliu said that the old man gave up, so he had to promise that as long as he passed by here in the coming year, he would find the old man to ask for a bowl of water to eat.

Zhang Muliu stepped on the donkey with a smile and repeatedly said goodbye to several old people. Before he walked out to a hundred steps, he listened to the voice of the old man surnamed Liu like Hong Zhongdao:

"What kind of beard do young people have, do you know how troublesome it is for us to pretend to be old at our age!"

Zhang Muliu turned his back to several old people, his eyelids jumped, and then he turned over and got off the donkey again, and bowed high!

All the old people did not respond, as if they were old, and their old eyes were dizzy and could not see.

A man and a donkey went down the Weishui River and stopped at a rocky wall of a river beach.

"Cut, what kind of scholar is pretending! Your basket of books, except for the words on the cover, can be found when you open it, I am a donkey!"

"You're not like a donkey now? Young man's legs are stiff now? What are you laughing at in front of those old men? I'm funny with a scruffy beard? Next time I go back to Xiaozhushan, I'll take you to play with my little sister for a few days?"

The green donkey shuddered suddenly, and said in his heart that if it fell into the hands of the little witch, he would not be able to become a mule next time, so he quickly shut his mouth.

On the river beach, under the stone wall, a man and a donkey are talking. Zhang Muliu was still angry with the previous book, and at the moment he was holding his head in his hands, his left leg bent on his knee, lying on a large stone slab.

He actually knew that if he left, he would never be able to return to Xiaozhushan, and the guy who was more like a donkey than a real donkey also knew.

One man and one donkey continued to walk along the official road by the river, and the young man was not riding a donkey at the moment.

Behind them was a group of men rushing along, four in front and four in the rear, with three carriages in the middle. The first one should be a person, and the back is just a wagon with a horse. The little girl of eleven or twelve, at the end of a month in the carriage, lifted the curtain and went out and asked:

"Brother Liao, how far is it to Chang'an?"

The first of the four horsemen in front of him slowed down and was level with the carriage, turned his head and said with a smile: "Miss, this has only been a day ago, and it will take ten years at our speed." ”

The girl sighed, returned to the car with a sigh of relief, and immediately probed out again: "Brother Liao, I want to ride a horse, is it okay? The car is so stuffy! This place is so strange this year, much hotter than at home." ”

The young man surnamed Liao thought about it and wanted to refuse, but when he saw this little ancestor's eyes, it looked like the water of the Yang Han River was about to gush out during the flood season. With a sigh, he told one of his men to set up a carriage, and the girl rode on the horse. The young man surnamed Liao was just about to open his mouth to remind him, but he saw that the girl had already raised his horse and spurred the horse away, and the young man was immediately extremely remorseful.

"Miss, don't run around! The young man surnamed Liao shouted from behind.

"Hmph! My sister said, a man's mouth, a deceitful ghost! This place is less than six hundred miles away from Chang'an, and the Great Song Kingdom is in front, who dares to be a bandit here if you dare to eat you! I am not afraid of ghosts, and I am still a bandit! Liao Xianren, don't scare me!" The girl turned her head and made a grimace.

Liao Xianren was in a hurry, and shouted, Miss, you tighten the reins and look ahead, it is dangerous...... Before the words fell, only a strange scream was heard, and the girl fell directly from the horse, and Liao Xianren's heart was half cold! At this moment, a young man riding a donkey with a book in his hand came over at a fork in the road. The girl who fell high into the air ran straight into the young man riding a donkey. I heard only a howl, the screams of the maiden, the screams of the youth, the barking of the donkey, the barking of the horses! The maiden crashed into the youth, and fell to the side of the meadow, and the young man was knocked into the pile of stones on the riverbank.

Liao Xianren hurriedly picked up the girl, looked around carefully, and found that it was okay, so he sat on the road in a cold sweat! The people and horses in the rear also arrived, and a woman carrying a medicine box jumped directly from the horseback to the girl's side to check it carefully. The girl was lifted up and sat on the meadow, her eyes glazed. The woman touched her forehead and rolled her eyelids.

A donkey's cry woke everyone up, and the girl's eyes were no longer dull, so let's go and see how the young man was. Liao Xianren then remembered, and a gallop rushed to the gravel pile.

I saw that the young man's left leg was bleeding profusely, his hair was covering his face, and a pair of big eyes were glaring straight at him.

"Can you fly? You're a monk? Why didn't you just fly over and stop her?"

The young man lying on the gravel pile asked three times in a row, but Liao Xianren didn't know how to answer for a while, and only spoke after a while:

"I'm just in the Qi refining period, it's just too far, I can't go that far. Also, don't you hurt?"

The young man was visibly stunned for a moment, then tried to move, followed by a loud scream.

At this moment, Zhang Muliu's left leg and forehead were wrapped in a white cloth, and he was holding a branch that he didn't know was plucking down from the tree, and a fork was just against his armpit. Three carriages were in a circle, and a bonfire was lit in the middle, and five people were sitting around the campfire, leaning against the carriage.

"The wind of the world is declining! The people's hearts are not ancient! The world is hot and cold! Is there any heavenly reason? I want to say that when I was reading a book, I was hit by a little girl who flew over, and she broke her head and broke her leg, does anyone believe it?"

Zhang Muliu leaned on the carriage at the moment, his left leg straightened, his right leg bent, holding the branch, looking up at the moon, as if shouting silently.

"I've already bandaged you, we will lose you money, so that you, a poor scholar, will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life. It was the woman with the medicine box who spoke.

"yes! Don't be ignorant. We are not worldly people!" spoke to a man who looked to be about the same age as the bearded Zhang Muliu, named Jiang Shuichang. Because it was this one who bandaged Zhang Muliu before, and always said that my ginger water was often the first time to bandage others, and my ginger water was often not easy to mess with.

Liao Xianren glared at Jiang Shuichang, and the man smiled, turning his head to see through the carriage.

"This brother, in Xia Liao Xianren, is the guard of the Hongdu Hu family, and the head of our family is a monk in the later stage of foundation building. We are not unreasonable people, don't you think we are discussing with you?" Liao Xianren said quite kindly.

The girl lowered her head, tears rolling in her eyes. Zhang Muliu looked at it and said:

"What's your name?"

The girl still lowered her head, and the river became more and more turbulent. The remaining three are all a little secretly angry, you poor scholar don't know what to do?

Zhang Muliu stared at the girl carefully, frowned, and then slowly propped up his crutches and stood in front of the bonfire, losing the momentum of crying and shouting just now. Just took a step on tiptoe, then bent down and rubbed the little girl's head, saying that it doesn't matter, don't be afraid. As soon as the little girl raised her head, Zhang Muliu grimaced and said vaguely:

"Just lose money!"

The girl burst into tears and laughed, wiped her tears and said, "My name is Hu Sasa." ”

"You don't have a brother or sister named Xiaoxiao, do you?" asked Zhang Muliu strangely, but the girl nodded with a red face.

Chic, Jiang Shuichang, Liao Xianren. He turned his head to look at the medicine box that had been carrying it, but Zhang Muliu knew that if you dismantled the medicine box, he couldn't find anything that had anything to do with medicine.

"My name is 10,000 yuan!" the woman reported to her home without waiting for a question.

"Your family, the name is really ~ hearty!" is indeed heartfelt, and it is more than enough to go to Loulan Kingdom.

After some discussion, the deal was finally concluded with 300 taels of medical expenses. According to Zhang Muliu, three, hundred, and two are all numbers, auspicious. At first, Liao Xianren thought it was good, but after a little thought, he turned a little dark-faced, how many taels are numbers! But they don't care about worldly money, monks have a lot to do with money, but it really has nothing to do with silver.

The young man limped to the other side on crutches, and the green-haired donkey followed. The girl named Hu Sprinkle chased after a few steps and shouted:

"Big brother, what's your name!"

Zhang Muliu didn't look back, but just raised his right hand and shook it:

"Zhang Beigu!"

The girl stopped and muttered softly to herself

"What a strange name. ”

Zhang Muliu, who was already nearly a mile apart, smiled lightly and said to himself:

"I think it's weird, but it's good. ”

......

"Master Qing! Did you say that a few of them went to Chang'an City? This group of people is a bit stupid!" Zhang Muliu, who was already dressed in a gray robe and holding a book in his hand, opened his mouth to ask.

"Then let's go directly to Chang'an, rush to their heads, and then turn back to Chencang from Chang'an?" asked the cyan donkey.

"Chen Cang won't go, let's go to Chang'an!"

One man and one donkey then turned to Chang'an. It looks like a leisurely stroll, but the surrounding scenery is blurred.

A young man riding a donkey is holding a book, in fact, there are many down-and-out scholars. The strange thing is that this donkey's blue hair is rare.

From Fengcheng to Chang'an, there are actually two official roads, one is to cross Chencang and go down the Wei River. One is to go to Liangzhou and then to Chang'an. The official road is naturally flat, and the group of people who sprinkled Hu before must have passed through Chen Cang. Zhang Muliu's road is not among them, and the likes of the horse gang naturally have to take a shortcut, even if it is more precipitous. There are always some literati who like green mountains and clear waters, so that no matter how steep the mountains, there are roads. This road is from Dafengcheng through the mountains to Chang'an, all the way without a city, only some small towns by the river. There are not many big cities in this land, except where great rivers flow. Nanshan is nearly 4,000 miles long, and it is surrounded by all sides.

May in the north should not be like this, compared to the midsummer of Shu and Wudi, it is not much better.

Zhang Muliu walked to a small town, there was almost no one under the sun, all of them hid in the shade and waved objects, just a gravel road, from beginning to end no more than a hundred feet. It is flanked by a number of shops, and the mountain root is a small river, which may be more appropriately called a stream.

Zhang Muliu walked to a randomly erected shed and asked for a bowl of sweet wine. The four tables were all full, and some of the big men with headbands and sweat towels were directly naked, and Zhang Muliu was also holding a book and fanning the wind. The shopkeeper brought over a bowl of sweet wine brewed with spring water, looked at the young man dressed up, and then looked at the donkey tied to the side, and stopped talking. Zhang Muliu smiled and said that the old man had something to say bluntly, and the old man also smiled, so he said:

"This scholar is also going to Taibai Mountain?"

I have heard for a long time that Taibai Mountain has no summer in winter, and the scenery is beautiful, and it is the meaning of having a glimpse. ”

"Scholars come back in a while! Taibai Mountain is not very peaceful, and we are only 100 miles away from Taibai Mountain, and some mountain people often go to collect medicine, but strange things continue to happen during the New Year! First of all, from Meiwu in the north to Foping County in the south, there are many boys and girls who are missing, and there is no movement, and they are just gone! I heard that some people have found more than a dozen children's bones near Taibai Mountain, and they are really scary to see if they are unrecognizable! You are a scholar, you know that this Taibai Mountain has a long winter and no summer, and it is cold all year round, but Taibai Mountain is extremely hot this year, like a fire, and many trees have died of drought, and they all say that there are goblins!"

The old shopkeeper whispered, and the people at the surrounding tables echoed.

"I heard that in the past few days, the prefect has invited the immortal master of Nanshan to hunt demons! It should not be long before it is peaceful. Young people, why don't you stay with us for a few days and wait for news from the government before leaving?" said a middle-aged man who looked like a merchant at the next table.

Zhang Muliu nodded in thanks, saying that he had something important to go to Chang'an. Can't stay for a long time, can only detour to Foping County and then to Chang'an, paid a five-baht money, the store immediately busy road can not be opened, the young man only said that the store is a kind person, led the donkey and left.

The shopkeeper held the five-baht coin tightly, and said that the scholar who seemed to be a poor traveler was actually so rich!

The world of this land is divided into countless parts, and a thousand years ago, the monarch of a dynasty improved on the basis of half a tael in order to unify currency trade. One tael of silver is twenty taels of silver, and one tael of silver is twenty-four baht. One baht is five coins. Nowadays, it is relatively peaceful today, and in order to facilitate trade, various countries have jointly set up a government office, and each country is governed in rotation and changed every three years. And because gold and silver are becoming more and more scarce, a new kind of Tongbao money is opened under the five baht coin. So it became that one gold was equal to twenty taels, one tael was equal to twenty-four baht, and one baht was equal to five hundred coins. In this peaceful and prosperous era, some farmers only harvest 300 tongbao money in a month. This old shop that sells sweet embryos is already very happy to earn a five-baht dollar in January. After all, a bowl will only be a treasure coin.

Of course, Zhang Muliu did not take a detour, but went straight to Taibai Mountain.

"Master Qing, Taibai Mountain is only a few steps away from Nanshan, and it is only a few steps away in the blink of an eye, why are there demons here and they are completely indifferent?" Zhang Muliu asked.

"I'm also thinking about this, it stands to reason that all the monks in the world have gone to that place, and they won't be able to come back for a while. But there is also a big demon who wins Shenzhou in the east of the town, shouldn't there be such a crazy demon? Nanshan monk doesn't have a Yuan Baby? Although those demons wish that the human race was in that place, they wouldn't be so bold?"

"If it's what I guessed, don't blame me!"

One person and one donkey traveled to the foot of Taibai Mountain, and it was out of the town again, and the hotter it was. The town was called Taibai Town, which was undoubtedly much more prosperous than going to that town first. Zhang Muliu led the donkey and went straight forward. There was a teahouse at the end of the road, and it was cheering. Zhang Muliu led the donkey to the little maid, entered the teahouse, gave five Tongbao coins and sat aside. I saw the spittle that the storyteller was talking on the high platform.

"Countless years ago, the two clans of the shemale clan had to live in harmony because of Nuwa and Fuxi. Later, the two broke through the sky hand in hand, the human race Xuanyuan was the emperor, and the demon race Yinglong was the emperor. Because there was the battle of the Yellow Emperor Chiyou first, Chiyou died in battle, and his resentment did not disappear and turned into a ghost. And the shemale fought in the dark because of the regional dispute, but most of the people who died in the battle on both sides were resentful, and after Chiyou's practice, the souls of both sides became Chiyou's ghosts after death, and the two emperors of Longhuang were invincible! In desperation, the two sides joined forces to defeat Chiyou, and Chiyou was defeated again and again, and there was no intention of fighting, so he begged the two emperors to treat him well to the people of Jiangnan. The Yellow Emperor agreed, saying, they are all human races, and from then on, the people of Jiangbei and the people of Li in Jiangnan are all my people, and they will be treated equally!"

"It turns out that this is how the people of Li came!"

"It's a long insight to listen to Mr. Tell me!"

"It's not hot this day, don't you say?"

There were endless people in the audience, and at this time, a young man came in from outside the door, Zhang Muliu glanced at it and lowered his head and continued to drink tea.

The young man's half-body leather armor was covered on the left side, his left shoulder was inlaid with a fist-sized iron ring, and he held a broadsword in his right hand, which was more than five feet long, and walked to a table where no one was seated.

The whole teahouse suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the young man, and the storyteller looked at the second floor at a loss, and only listened to the young man:

"Two catties of soju and one catty of python meat, I want a fire python!"

A young man in red walked out of the second floor, standing in the wooden railing, holding his orchid fingers, brushing his hair and asking:

"How dare does the little brother have?"

The young man also smiled, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, stepped on the bench with his left leg, stretched out his left hand, flew over from a table next to him, and raised a jar of wine and drank wildly!

"Master, I never have the courage to talk about two, just like the wine in my stomach, I talk about catties!"

The enchanting young man on the second floor frowned, then burst into laughter, and did not speak, just looked at the frivolous young man.

Zhang Muliu drank tea by himself, but the corners of his mouth were smiling.

The storyteller on the high platform looked around, picked up the waking wood with trembling hands, buckled it heavily on the table, and said in a trembling voice:

"If you want to know what will happen next, and listen to the next breakdown!"