A gust of wind blew, Jiang Tongyan's hand froze in the air, hesitated for a moment but pressed his hand on the door frame outside the village, and in a flash, a delicate miniature house entered Jiang Tongyan's hand.

There were a few words floating on it, "Vientiane Heavenly Palace", Jiang Tongyan tentatively put him between his eyebrows, and the house was pulled between his eyebrows and disappeared in his hands.

Jiang Tongyan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that his conjecture was correct, only this village was a treasure that could withstand the level of fight just now.

And the center of his eyebrows seems to be a storage space, before under the reflection of the light of the stone mill, Jiang Tongyan saw the sword-shaped mark between his eyebrows, and the house just now also confirmed this conjecture.

Looking at the homeland where he had lived behind him, Jiang Tongyan reluctantly stepped on the road ahead.

A month later

Coming to a river, Jiang Tongyan finally came to the nearest city. Thinking that going down the river would lead to Hirayama, Cheng simply sat down by the river to rest for a while before continuing on.

As you go up the river, the river bank gradually becomes more open, and the river turns to the right and disappears into the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the fragrance of the river penetrates into the nose, and the overflowing fragrance fills the air, blending in with the surrounding mountains and forests.

Jiang Tongyan breathed the air around him greedily, and he couldn't tell whether it was the clarity of the herbs, the intoxication of the fragrance of various flowers, or the ethereal breath of the surrounding nature. I just feel that after absorbing the air around me, the whole person is rejuvenated.

The aroma drifted farther and farther, and gradually came back to taste, but there was a faint nostalgia.

Passing through the dense forest is a tree-lined avenue with traces of horse-drawn carriages running over, lined with lush mountain peaks, and soon after you walk forward, you can faintly see the city gate, which is about twenty meters high.

Unlike the castles on the plains, which were guarded by moats, because of the natural protection, the thickened walls at the corners of the gates and walls were the castle platforms and corner platforms. On top of it are castle towers and corner towers, and there are two urn castles on both sides of the wall with horse faces built on the outside of the castle to flank the enemy.

At the top of the wall, there are seven holes, and the battlements are connected to the peaks on both sides, and the arrow towers are built on each side, and the passes next to the arrow towers open up the mountain peaks to store weapons and armor on one side, and to store logs and boulders on the other. The walls are covered with vines and ferns.

The peaks on both sides form a natural ancient city wall, and the green mountains outside the mountain contain a lot of goodness inside. The city under which the river has always been bigger and grander than imagined, and what I saw just now is only the tip of the iceberg.

When I came to the city, I looked up and saw the three stone carvings on the city: "Pingshan City". The majestic breath came to the face.

There were no guards on the towers, and the gates were open to see the bustling crowds of people in the city, and the houses were arranged in a regular manner, each with the same appearance, and was built with neat bricks and stones.

Each house is spaced, and a hand-dug river surrounds the house from the back, and the maple trees are full of green outside the door, and a maple tree is planted in front of each house.

Before entering the door, the bird's nest on the top of the tree was sparse, and the birds were lazily absorbing the heat of the sun, undisturbed by the new outsiders.

The greenery is covered in the body, and there is more moisture in the coolness, looking around, people can be seen everywhere on the street, some carrying firewood through the crowd, dressed in short brown, from time to time take off the white handkerchief to wipe the sweat beads on the forehead.

On both sides of the road are a variety of street markets, in which pen and ink, rouge, ornaments, weapons, food, etc. can be found everywhere.

There are women holding children, girls wearing robes, and some robes embroidered with peonies, plum blossoms and other flowers as decorations, which are more dignified, and the hairpins that are pulled up make the style of the body not diminished in the slightest.

On his feet are brightly colored embroidered shoes, holding a child in one hand and a basket in the other. There are items to choose from in the basket.

Children wear round or square belly pockets, the upper end of which is tied around their necks, there are groups of people playing games, there are people playing in the water, and the river runs through the street and is lined with lotus ponds, which are made of stones, and the road in the middle is paved with small stones.

Behind the house is a soothing river that connects them to each other. There are three or two lotus flowers under the bridge, and of course the colors have their own merits.

In the bubbling pond, you can just see schools of fish playing in the water, and from time to time they jump out of the water, injecting fresh energy into the river.

The river is full of stone bridges, which communicate invisibly between the houses, the ingenious style, and the lotus leaves in the river.

The flowers are in full bloom, and the crystal tactfully intoxicates the hearts of many girls, propping up a small boat and going away with the water, as if it is ferrying reincarnation in the lotus pond.

From time to time, there are dragonflies that pass by the water, swinging away the wind and dust, the flowers and leaves swaying, the light boat passes, provoking the heart of the girl on the boat to fluctuate, and the boat goes away to the river and leaves a figure in a green long skirt.

The light gauze is blowing, the skirt is embroidered with butterflies, and suddenly the butterflies are fluttering, and the boat has blown away the fatigue and brought vitality. The bridge was crowded with people, and before they even approached, there was a loud noise.

With the crowd of people are lined with shops, teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, green buildings, rouge... There are wooden and stone plaques, there are also silk signs, the customers in the store are different, there are men with rough faces drinking wine and chatting about trivial things, there are also rich businessmen in luxurious clothes showing off their distant sights, and the onlookers around can listen attentively.

After walking through the noisy street market, I looked back and saw that the water was clear and the fish was quiet.

At the end of the wharf is a wharf, and large cargo ships and small fishing boats are docked on the riverside. Big ships sail into the deep sea, small boats roam the rivers, there is no noise by the wharf, only dull workers bury their heads in carrying goods, sweat drops spread in dripping and wordless, and there are sea salt, all kinds of shells, conchs, porcelain, and silk in the sacks on the shoulders of the workers.

Compared with the complexity of the tavern, the teahouse is much cleaner, and there are ladies wearing brocade robes on the second floor, whose clothes are gorgeous and restrained. On the side were a few subordinates, holding babies in their arms.

But I saw the gentleman in the white robe holding a folding fan in the hall on the first floor, telling wonderful stories. He Cai's voice has never stopped, and of course there are people who are not disturbed.

The scholar in a white brocade robe sat quietly reading a book, as if the hustle and bustle around him had nothing to do with him.

I don't know how he reads in such a noisy environment. A person next to him was also reading a book, dressed in a rough cloth coat, with a book basket at his feet.

At the table near the storyteller were four young children dressed in black, all of whom were about twelve years old, with swords at their waists, and they had forgotten to eat the delicate snacks on their plates. And the occasional sound of the piano came from the side.

Jiang Tongyan dragged the four chains on his body and walked in, because they were all in the mountains and wilderness before they could deal with it, and the hair on his head was scattered and disorderly.

The storyteller was talking about the rise, and for a while he gestured with his hands and feet: "There was a strange person suddenly in the Tong'an Inn, whose hands and feet were trapped on the iron chain, and only the sound of the iron chain rubbing against the floor was made along the way. When he came to the hall, without saying a word, he first asked for a jar of good wine. ”

The gentleman who was on the verge didn't notice anything wrong, but the few people in front of him were all looking behind him strangely.

The strange man was surrounded by evil spirits, and a pair of tiger eyes looked around. 'Bah' shouted, you black-hearted liquor shop actually gave me human blood. ”

The strange man slammed the table, and the scene was chaotic for a while, with bright red blood staining the ground and chaotic shouts reaching the outside of the store. ”

The strange man danced with an iron chain in one hand, which was the divine power of the gods, and the iron chain tied to his hand was danced by him like a tiger, and the store was in a mess, but at this time, a group of young men with swords stood up. ”

"'You prisoner, how dare you go wild in this shop?' and don't look at the power of our Crimson Swordsman. I heard the boy speak. ”

The strange man laughed wildly and said, 'You hairy children, you haven't been in your mother's womb when your uncle eats people, you milk dolls should go back to nursery earlier.' ’”

Jiang Tongyan dragged the sound of chains and found a nearby table to sit down, "Little Er, come to a pot of good wine." ”

A servant immediately came to the table and smiled: "This master, we have no wine in the teahouse here, I'm sorry." ”

Jiang Tongyan was originally a man in the mountains and fields, how could he not drink alcohol before resting? When he first came to the city, he didn't know why this teahouse didn't sell wine, and when he was about to go to buy wine, he heard the words of the storyteller.

Jiang Tongyan looked at himself with a strange expression, and then looked at the storyteller.