There is a small forest in the sunny place on the south side of Qingqiu, and there is a clearing in the middle.

Six bluestone stone platforms are lined up here, each with a stone tablet on top of it, and a sealed square stone niche behind each tablet.

The farther to the left, the heavier the traces of bluestone wind erosion, and the spots and new marks cover the old marks, all of which are a little blurred, and there are obvious traces of later repair.

A tall and thin young man, wearing a cyan Taoist robe but not bound to the Taoist temple, sat cross-legged on the second stone platform on the right, with his sheath sword in his legs cross, quietly rubbing the stone tablet in front of him.

The stele does not look up, some are just the names of the people in the tomb, the stele is almost new, but the inscriptions are smooth.

From midnight to dusk.

A patch of gold filtered through the grove, dappled on the tombstone and the silent man's face, and it was a strange harmony.

"I thought that if I didn't think about it, gave up the purpose, didn't go to the deep study, and gave up the pursuit, I could keep my heart and keep one, cut off my thoughts, and wait until the end of the years, turn into dry bones, and return to nothingness with the past......"

Between the stele and the young man was a cyan gourd and two small black pots, one with wine and the other without wine.

"The tree wants to be quiet, and the wind will not stop, something will always happen, and I will be involved in cause and effect, and the cycle will be endless, and the cycle will ......"

An intermittent breeze blew and the gourd swayed.

The sound of brisk footsteps came from far and near, and a boy wearing a small road uniform and a small crown on his head, who looked quite clever, trotted all the way to the chest of the bulging bag.

Seeing the young man's back, he first showed joy, but soon his lips were closed and his eyes were slightly red.

The boy stood on tiptoe and walked to the side, took out a bulging pouch from his chest and gently placed it on the stone platform, he wanted to say something, but when he saw that the man's eyes were in a trance, he finally did not speak.

So he saluted each stele respectfully, stood beside the man for a while, sighed, and walked away.

The sun sets over the western mountains, and the moon sets silver.

A few yellow leaves fluttered across the young man's eyes and landed gently on a small cup filled with sake.

The man retracted his gaze and stood up, tied the gourd around his waist, clenched the scabbard and put it at his side, glanced sideways at the brand-new wordless stone tablet next to him, and gradually walked away in the moonlight.

There was a clanging and gnashing of teeth in the distance.

"You're still so wealthy!"

"A Hundred Bronzes...... Eight roast chickens. ”

"Five roast chickens, four catties of yellow soup. ”

"Or don't burn the chicken, you can buy ten catties of burnt knives......"

......................

Several small streams in the mountains meander from top to bottom, merging into a crystal clear pool in the valley, where the mountain beasts are bowing their heads and sticking out their tongues to lick the sweetness, and there is calm and peace under the soft moonlight.

Suddenly, there was an intermittent call from not far away, and the beasts raised their heads in unison, their eyes flickering.

Then there was a heavy and slow hoof, and a long black shadow with four legs was vaguely seen leaping up and breaking through the night, revealing its figure.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be a strange horse, with a gray and broad body, a purple horn on its head, four legs about the length of a human leg, and a long oxtail dragging on the ground.

As soon as the short-legged horse appeared, he threw himself up, tilted his head, and began to roar violently, not like a beast, but like a child of seven or eight years old.

There was no majesty in this roar, not only did it not frighten the beasts on the other side, but instead caused the beasts to slowly approach with low roars, and their mouths drooled.

This horse appeared in a high-profile manner, but it was just a roar and there was no follow-up, and it was coveted when he saw that it did not scare the other party, and he actually showed an anthropomorphic expression.

The eyelids and the horse's mouth trembled obviously, and the mouth was humming and chirping, like a wounded puppy barking, and there was a flash of crystal in his eyes.

Seeing that those terrifying beasts were about to approach, the four legs trembled a few times, and they turned around and were about to flee.

At this moment, a long laugh suddenly came from the cliff directly above the strange horse.

"Ma'er, Dao Ye has been fighting mountain mosquitoes on it for two hours, and I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

A vague figure descended from the sky like a meteor, incredibly fast, and the strange horses and beasts froze in unison, their heads moving from top to bottom with the figure.

It wasn't until the violent collision and the terrible wails sounded that he came back to his senses, and immediately the hair and beard screamed and fled in all directions.

At this time, the horse's legs were bent and attached to the ground, the horse's head was raised high, its back looked like it was sunken, and it trembled violently, its two big lips were greatly lifted and twisted, the two rows of molars collided with each other, the oxtail behind him was upturned and stretched straight, and the two eyeballs turned upward, revealing a large area of whites of the eyes, and he was about to faint.

Originally, the horse's legs were short, and Qing Han was sitting on the sunken back of the horse at this time, grinning, looking like a squatting horse, touching and rubbing there, especially on the straight ponytail and purple horns, and laughing from time to time.

Seeing that the horse had not moved, Qing Han turned the horse's head over and took a closer look, and with a pair of big white eyes, he found that the horse had fainted.

The corners of Qing Han's mouth grinned, and he spat out the green breath in his palm, and aimed at the horse's head with a strong pat, and this beat slapped the floating eyeballs back.

The horse immediately woke up, and found that there was a person behind him who was grinning and grabbing its jaw and looking at it, and his mouth was crooked for a long time.

When it came back to its senses, it tensed up, jumping and tail sweeping, and yelling like a child, "Ahh

"Don't shake it, here you go. Qing Han turned over his hand and a crooked yellow banana appeared, touched the horn of the strange horse, smiled, and threw it forward.

The strange horse stopped jumping around, and at the same time his eyes widened, and his ears stood upside down like a rabbit, staring straight at the sweet banana that was about to hit the ground.

The four legs bent and pounced forward, and the whole body fell to the ground and slipped six feet away, the horse's mouth was crooked and chewing, the big eyes narrowed slightly, and the long tail whipped left and right.

Qing Han looked at this horse and pouted, "It's really a stupid horse." ”

After eating a sweet banana, the horse turned his head and looked at the man riding on his back with teary eyes, stretched out his tongue against Qing Han's hand that held the sweet banana and licked it, swaying his body gently, shaking his ears and waving his ears, and screaming like a child coquettish to his parents.

Qing Han took out another one with his backhand, touched the horse's big head, and gave birth to pity, shaking his hand while shaking his head and sighing, as if he didn't see the big eyes that were round and turned with the sweetness in his hand.

"It's really pitiful, I can't even eat the roots of the old forest in this deep mountain, but it's a pity that I'm leaving, and I won't come back for a long time. So saying, he put his hand to the horse's mouth.

Unexpectedly, Qing Han hurriedly pressed the horse's head and pulled his hand out with all his might, wiped the saliva on the horse's back, sighed heavily, turned over and got off the horse, and left without looking back.

The horse didn't even look at him, stretched out his long tongue and licked it around his lips three times, lying on the ground with a comfortable and comfortable expression.

The man kept talking to himself as he walked, causing the horse to suddenly raise its head, and its shaggy ears frequently drooped and stood up.

"Huh, it turns out that I still have 500 pounds here, and they are all about to rot. ”

"It's rotten, it's rotten, I don't like it anyway. ”

"There are also such things out there, not to mention one person, even a horse can't eat so much. ”

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, mixed with the call of a human......