The atmosphere around the campfire is eerie.

The faces reflected in the firelight were very clearly written with the words "unwelcome". Jianghu people often say that the so-called Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, which is probably what it means.

Of course Su Hanshan understood.

Even if he can get rid of his suspicions, he can't ask these four people to accept him without remembering the past. No matter who it is, if they are sent to live in the most terrifying Dali Temple prison in the Sutang Empire for a while, they will never easily forgive those pushers.

Fortunately, Su Hanshan's patience is relatively good, and some of them have the perseverance to grind an iron pestle into a needle.

He watched the rain of the season.

The little shepherd boy on the flute was also looking at his young master.

Lou Baiyue, who was dressed in black and had a beautiful face, was very interested, waiting to watch the play with a look that she had nothing to do with herself.

As for the weather-beaten Ren Pingsheng, his eyes were always staring at the beating flames in a daze, obviously thinking about the outside of the object, not knowing where he had drifted or what he was thinking.

Shiyu sighed bored, so he picked up a bag of wine and got up, and walked towards the ox tethered to the tree: "Your Highness is not from the rivers and lakes, it is better to stay away from the rivers and lakes." ”

"The wind, sand, rain and snow here mean that there are murders everywhere, which is not at all compatible with those poems and songs that chant the wind and snow. I've seen too much, but I'm going to die!"

Shi Jieyu opened the wine bag, approached the tip of the scalper's nose and smiled: "Did you say, Lao Huang?"

Su Hanshan chuckled, lifted his shirt and got up.

He didn't care about the sarcasm of Shi Yu's words, no matter what the other party said, whether he liked it or not, at least he spoke, didn't he?

Su Hanshan hugged his fists and saluted: "Thank you Brother Shi for admonishing, Hanshan remembers." ”

......

In the afternoon of the next day, the convoy left Mizhou City.

Chen Tianguan, the secretary of Dali Temple, fulfilled his promise, endured the pain of cutting meat, and spent several months to feast on his little ancestor Qin Wuyang in the most prosperous restaurant in Mizhou an hour ago.

Two servings of braised pork naturally don't cost much silver. But His Royal Highness Su Hanshan is here, no matter how vegetarian he is, he can't be too shabby, isn't it? Not to mention that there are also General Yunlu, two handsome maids in the Meiyuan Mansion and colleagues and subordinates of Dali Temple, and they are passed out, isn't there a suspicion of neglecting His Highness?

Chen Tianguan learned from the pain, so he decided to change his course.

Bypass those prosperous cities and prefectures, and pick the rivers and lakes to walk.

It is difficult to be an official in the imperial court, especially the greater the rank, the more worries there are. Take advantage of the age of the neat hands and feet to save more money, and resign in the future to enjoy the old age, this is the way of being an official pursued by Dali Siqing.

Look at the middle-aged fat man on horseback who is more precious than Huang Shang'er, where is he like a cool official with blood on his hands, vicious and vicious? Obviously a poor man forced by life......

As for Huang Shang'er, who was in a happy mood after a full meal, she was now lying alone in the carriage, swinging her calves, humming a pleasant tune, turning over the Buddhist beads of Su Hanshan, and watching it with relish.

The Nine Emperor Princes, Su Hanshan, did not ride in the carriage.

He rode side by side with Chen Tianguan and Gu Changting at the front of the team.

Of course, the so-called diversion does not exist, the original route was to pass through Mizhou, bypass Jiangzhou City, turn from light to dark and go to the stormy Fu, and go to the Yanyu Villa to have a look. Successfully put an end to the possibility of feasting the little ancestor again, saving a lot of silver taels, I have to say that Chen Tianguan, the secretary of Dali Temple, is still quite prescient.

Su Hanshan said: "What was the reason for the shocking battle between the old sword god of Huangmei and the sword emperor of Western Chu at the beginning? Is it just a simple contest of strength and weakness between cultivators, in order to compete for a high reputation in the twenty-four statues of Lingyun Pavilion?"

Chen Tianguan's gaze retracted from the mountain road, and said: "The sword emperor of Western Chu is famous all over the world, and the old sword god is a sword wizard who is full of fame in the rivers and lakes. ”

Chen Tianguan paused and said, "But there are rumors about this matter. Although there are many versions, they are all the same, all pointing to a woman. ”

Su Hanshan was surprised and said, "Woman, what kind of woman would let two immortal figures in the kendo be willing to fight each other?"

Chen Tianguan said with emotion: "Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass, not to mention that it is still a beauty who has captivated the city and the country! On the eight-thousand-foot sword wall, after the woman's incense disappeared, this sentence has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for decades. ”

"What's her name?"

"Rhetoric. ”

Su Hanshan was silent.

If it was really for the woman named Hua Jingci, maybe he could understand the state of mind of Huangmei's predecessors who lived in seclusion in the grass pond after the defeat of Jianduan. Once had everything, once lost everything. Perhaps the deadliest blow was not the drop from heaven to hell, but simply because of one person.

The world can't keep that person, and naturally it's not qualified to keep his sword.

Thinking of this, Su Hanshan's mood towards the eight-thousand-foot sword wall became more and more intense. Regardless of whether Hoan Kiem Lake is alive or not, wait for the Xianyang Ancient Road,

He must climb the sword mountain to have a look.

......

Walked for a few days in the mountains.

Towards the end of the evening, it rained in early spring.

In the wilderness and mountains, there is no village in front of the village, there is no store in the back, and the convoy cannot find a place to shelter from the rain, so it has to speed up the trip. Hurry up and hurry, and finally arrive at the outskirts of Fengbo at night.

Su Hanshan did not enter the city, but only found an inn in the suburbs with the convoy to rest.

Ren Pingsheng, who had bamboo canes and shoes, silently followed behind everyone and handed the horse reins to the inn junior. The little second smiled and greeted the distinguished guest, inadvertently glanced at Ren Pingsheng, and then said in surprise: "You are not ......"

Su Hanshan and the others turned around when they heard this.

The shopkeeper saw that his junior two didn't have the slightest eyesight, and he wanted to see these distinguished guests dressed up, handsome men and women, all with swords and swords, where are the characters who can be provoked?

Secretly scolded for the lack of heart, and the shopkeeper scolded the little two: "What is it? Why don't you hurry up and tie up the horses of the guest officials?

The reckless Xiao Er glanced at Su Hanshan and the others in fear, swallowed his saliva, and quickly nodded yes. Before leaving, he didn't forget to glance at Ren Pingsheng.

However, the parties did not raise their heads from beginning to end.

Ren Pingsheng was like a walking corpse, walked past Su Hanshan and the others in a daze, and took the lead in entering the inn.

Leaving everyone with inexplicable faces.

"What a weirdo!" Huang Shang'er couldn't help frowning slightly.

Along the way for several days, Ren Pingsheng did not say a word, like a deaf and mute. It is inevitable that Huang Shang'er is puzzled, and even Su Hanshan began to feel that it was not normal.

So he habitually watched the rain of the season. I thought that even if you don't know each other, at least you have been cellmates, you should know something, right?

Shi Jieyu rubbed the shepherd boy's head, and obviously ignored Su Hanshan: "Tong'er, do you want to eat sugar gourds?"

"Eat. ”

"Xiao Er, go buy two strings of sugar gourds. ”

......

The girl in the black dress who was holding the famous sword Chang Anyue in her arms, Lou Baiyue then passed by Su Hanshan, shook her head and sighed: "A son like you, who was born with a golden spoon, is actually interested in asking duckweed about the hearts of the rivers and lakes?"