The mountains and rivers are far and wide, and the beacon smoke is everywhere.

The land of southern Xinjiang is located in the south of Yizhou, which is a fertile field for thousands of miles, a rich land, as the granary of Dawu State. Unexpectedly, it rained heavily for more than ten days, causing the rivers to overflow, the fields to be submerged, the crops to die, and the people to complain one after another.

At this time, it was the time when the Great Wu Kingdom was conquering the wilderness, and Guanbei was also fighting fiercely with foreign enemies, but unexpectedly suffered this heavy setback, so he had to withdraw his troops and send them to southern Xinjiang to pacify the people and deal with the disaster.

At this time, some hermit sects also reached out to accumulate merit in the mundane world.

There are also great Confucians in the imperial court who opened the altar to chant scriptures, and cast spells to seek smooth wind and rain, so as to solve the disaster in southern Xinjiang.

Two months later, southern Xinjiang regained its vitality, growing seedlings again, birds, beasts, fish and insects hissed, the sun was bright and warm, and it was a vibrant scene.

At this time, a young man in white walked alone between the mountains and rivers in southern Xinjiang, looking at the four fields, absorbing all things and being leisurely.

He is dressed like snow, holding a white jade fan and standing tall, his body is as strong as a pine, his face is like a crown of jade, he looks extraordinary, warm and elegant, and has a scholarly atmosphere. And those eyes are even clearer and deeper, reflecting a brilliant light, heroic and compelling.

The young Mu Li, from the family in Yizhou - Mu Shi, is the second son of the Mu family, talented since childhood, full of poetry and books, proficient in the five classics and six arts, and praised by everyone in the people.

The people of the world in Yizhou lamented that he was born with a weak constitution and could not practice martial arts, otherwise he would definitely be like his brother Mu Zhixuan, who could serve the imperial court, fight against thousands of enemies on the battlefield, and was named a young general.

But this can hardly hide the elegance of the youth, and he was invited by the Jixia School Palace in the capital, but he was refused. replied: "The scriptures are long, and I envy the academics of the Academy, but my body is weak and it is not easy to travel long distances." ”

The Jixia School Palace, the capital of Dawu Kingdom, gathers the world's famous people and elegant people, three religions and nine streams, debates the laws of heaven and earth, the origin of all things, and academic prosperity, is the world's first academic preaching place, famous and famous in all directions, can be described as respected by the world. It is a holy place in the hearts of countless readers.

Mu Li's refusal of his invitation shows the young man's character.

The two sons of the Yizhou Chengmu clan are all talented and intelligent, peerless, and famous all over the world. His father, the shepherd of Changfeng, is also famous, and there are rumors in the market that giving birth to a son should be like a shepherd.

The sun shines on the mountains, rivers and lakes in southern Xinjiang, the warm breeze blows, the young man looks at the seedlings in the fields from afar, a little happy, he continues to walk forward, just at noon, came to a small town in the mountains.

When you walk to the city gate, you can see the bamboo forest on the side of the official road, hang out a red cloth flag, waving it in the wind, and it is written: Yuelai Restaurant.

"The restaurant is built outside the city, and it is the first step to attract customers from other places, and the store's mind is wonderful. ”

Then he walked to the restaurant, and sat down at a small wooden table, and his eyes were full of guests from other places, dressed in fine clothes, apparently after a long journey, to quench their thirst and rest.

Mu Li slowly said, "Is there tea?"

Scholars generally don't drink alcohol, not to mention that they are weak and need to be herded in pharmacology all year round.

"Yes, yes, wait. ”

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe to avoid the glare of dirt, and a woman had been busy, presumably his wife. It can be seen that the husband and wife's business is very prosperous. He heard the guest greet and hurriedly responded.

After a while, the shopkeeper came with a teapot and put it on the wooden table in front of Mu Li. Then he turned to another customer.

Mu Li's face was calm, he took out a porcelain water cup and poured out the tea, the tea was clear, exuding a faint fragrance, mixed with wisps of heat.

"The tea was good. ”

Open your mouth to drink a glass, pour out another glass, and continue to taste.

At this time, a voice came up from the side, and I saw two middle-aged men talking eloquently: "Southern Xinjiang is finally calm, two months ago, the natural disaster really alarmed the imperial court, sent a large number of troops to pacify, and the people of the government in my Yizhou were all alarmed." ”

There were quite a few people behind them, of all ages, both men and women. It seems to be a family man.

"The king of Nanjiang town opened the altar in Nanyang City to pray for the sky, feasted the people of southern Xinjiang, and I also came from Yizhou, walked for ten days, and finally arrived at this small city, and then arrived after a lot of road. ”

"The king of Zhennan is one of the eight kings of the imperial court, commanding 900,000 troops, guarding the southern frontier, it can be described as a monstrous power, he opened the altar to pray for the sky, and even represents the meaning of the imperial court. ”

Mu Li held the teacup in his hand and listened silently, he came to southern Xinjiang because of this, but he was separated from the family halfway and came alone. I want to go to Nanwang Mansion in Nanyang Town to meet the people of the Mu family.

At this time, the two seemed to notice Mu Li, they took a closer look, a look of surprise appeared, seemed to recognize Mu Li, and asked Mu Li in a questioning tone.

"The son is the second son of the Yizhou Mu family?"

He opened his mouth to attract the eyes of the crowd, and their eyes were amazed, attracted by his temperament.

"Definitely. ”

Mu left his mouth to deny that although he was famous in Yizhou, he studied in Yizhou City all the year round, and there were not many people who had seen him in Yizhou. Therefore, there is no need to reveal your real name and invite unnecessary trouble.

"Forgive me for being in a hurry, I look at Gongzi with an outstanding temperament, handsome and extraordinary, thinking that I am a young genius in Yizhou. ”

"It doesn't matter"

Then the group continued to drink and talk, no longer watching.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. ”

At this time, a voice sounded, reciting a hand-me-down poem written by the great Confucian of the dynasty, which once again attracted everyone's attention.

I saw a young man in a green cloth shirt riding a donkey, dressed as a scholar, slender and straight, full of spirit, he walked to the restaurant, sat at the table, the little donkey was standing quietly here, very spiritual.

"Shopkeeper, bring a pot of good wine, and then give the mounts below a basin of water to relieve fatigue. ”

"A young scholar actually drank!"

Someone next to him heard the words and opened his mouth to discuss, causing everyone to nod their heads in agreement, and they were surprised and surprised.

"Wine, the essence of the five grains, contains the breath of heaven and earth, burned by fire, brewed out, why can't it be drunk?"

The young man asked rhetorically, and then said: "Martial artists can drink to strengthen the body, literati can drink it to inspire inspiration, when the great Confucians drink it, why can't they drink it below." ”

For a moment, everyone was speechless and could not refute.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. ”

The boy continued to chant and drank the wine brought by the shopkeeper.

Mu Li looked at the young man, looking curious, smiling slightly, and appreciating it slightly. I actually met a strange person.

"Grape wine glow-in-the-dark glass, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately. I don't know where my brother's surname is going. The pastor left the mouth to ask, intending to talk to him.

If there is an exchange, it will also be of great benefit to oneself.

The young man looked at Mu Li, felt that Mu Li's temperament was outstanding, and the fragrance of books greeted him, so he was very interested, and slowly said: "The surname is Mo, and the single name is a Xiao character." Head to Nanyang City. ”

"Mo Xiao, Mo Break the Red Dust, Alone and Happy, Good Name, Under Li Mu. It is also to Nanyang City. Mu Li replied loudly.

"Haha, Brother Tai is brilliantly written, the explanation is very good, the name is better, when the pilgrimage is a saint, the surname is Wu, and it is also a pastoral word. ”

"False praise, just not talented, An dare to be on a par with the soldier saint. ”

"Brother Li has an extraordinary temperament and talent, and he must be a literary genius in the world. Mo Xiao continued to praise and thought about it.

"Brother Mo is too modest. ”

It was another voice that broke the conversation between the two.

"You scholars are really so verbose, and you can talk about them one by one, which is uncomfortable to listen to. ”

A stout man spoke, he was dressed in iron armor, with striking scars on his body and dense hair, giving people a rough feeling, a man who practiced martial arts.

"Brother Tai doesn't have to pay attention. ”

......

"Haha, the so-called brothers in the four seas, meeting is fate. Brother Li, can you come here to drink a glass of wine?" After talking for a while, Mo Xiao invited Mu Li.

Mu Li was not pretentious, he walked with a teapot and sat opposite Mo Xiao, the donkey saw the stranger, neighed, and was pressed by Mo Xiao.

"He was too sick to drink alcohol, so he replaced it with tea. As he spoke, he drank a cup of wine, with a hint of the pride of a martial arts practitioner.

"Brother Li is a free and easy person. Seeing Mu Li's capable movements, Mo Xiao praised, and then a glass of wine was also drunk.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the afterglow dyes the sky red, and geese fly over from time to time, leaving no trace.

At this moment, many people drank tea and wine, left the restaurant one after another, and went to the city, Mu Li and the two talked very happily, drank a few pots of tea and wine, and were still full of interest.

"I didn't expect Brother Mo Xiao to drink so much. Admiration under the order. ”

"Brother Li also drank a few pots of tea, although it was not strong, the amount was enough. ”

"Haha. Brother Mo Xiao must go to Nanyang City to go to the banquet of the king of Zhennan, and it is also below, so it is better to go together. ”

"It is a great honour to walk with him, a strange man of great talent. The two of us can also talk about the scriptures and comfort the loneliness of the road. Mo Xiao opened his mouth in response, smiling, looking free and hearty, which is slightly different from ordinary readers.

"Why should Brother Mo Xiao be humble. ”

Mu Li sighed, he had only been communicating for a long time, and he could naturally feel Mo Xiao's talent and extraordinary, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.

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Even the shopkeepers were attracted by the two, and when the customers left, they also took leisure to listen to the conversation between the two.

When the twilight rose, the shopkeeper came over and said: "Two guest officers, the shop is about to close, it's getting late, you better hurry up and go to the city to find an inn to rest, there have been a lot of outsiders in the town recently, and the inn is going to be full." It's better to stay in the hotel as soon as possible. ”

"That makes sense, Brother Li, let's go into the city. ”

"It's okay"

Then he saw two young men riding on donkeys and walking towards the city in the twilight.

"This young man, I don't know it's getting late, I'm really young," the shopkeeper sighed as he looked at the two people walking towards the city gate, and walked into the store.

I saw that above the city gate, there are three ancient and majestic characters, engraved on the thick city wall, after the wind and rain without being exhausted - Baiyun City. An ordinary lower city in the land of southern Xinjiang, but it also has a long sense of history.