As the saying goes, it is the poor mountains and bad waters that make the people miserable, which is false and not false.

For example, in the area of Xihezhou to the north and west, the perennial gale is howling and the rain does not fall, and the eyes are full of smoke and dust rolling off the Gobi Desert, this is a difficult place where what is planted and what is dead, and what is not lived, and those who can live here are some ruthless people who hob the knife meat, and they must be considered virtuous when they are secretly abducted, and killing people and setting fires have simply become the norm, here, people can be predators, or they can become the prey of others in the blink of an eye.

That's how Diaomin came out.

Further north to east, you will arrive at Dunhuang, Dunhuang is a good place, fertile fields and wild cattle and sheep are all over the ground, but no one dares to go in the past ten years, there is such a place where people can settle down and eat a full meal, why don't you go? It's not for monsters and beasts, even the most ruthless people, mention the current Dunhuang to be afraid, dare to go to Dunhuang? Don't die!

On this day, the wind that blew outside for three days just stopped, the only inn in the small town of Oxtail did not open until noon, the wind wrapped in the yellow sand and blew for three days, the wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun blew up directly to make people unable to distinguish the white night, a group of people listened to the movement of the ghost crying wolf howl outside the house, burning in the carbon basin in the house, eating and drinking meat according to the wine, the pastime of gambling money, and going back to the house to sleep with his head covered when he was tired, anyway, there is no business in this kind of ghost-like weather, it is better to be happy in the dream.

The only guy in the store is surnamed Zhu, and everyone else is like a layer of carbon ash on his whole body in the wind and sun on the Gobi Desert all day long, but he has always been a yellow-skinned and skinny look, so others gave the guy a nickname of Huangpizi, and after a long time, it seems that even he doesn't remember what his original name is, and he also calls himself Huangpizi when he talks to people.

The dizzy yellow skin woke up with a soak of urine, and ran downstairs to open the back door for convenience, only to see that the wind and sand had stopped, and then looked at the wall outside the inn, hey, all of the wind and sand for the past three days have been buried.

After the convenience was over, the yellow skin ran upstairs and slammed the door one by one.

"It's all up, the wind and sand have stopped, get up and work!"

After calling Huang Pizi twice, he thought that he would have to wait for this group of animals to get up and wait, so he first carried a wooden shovel and went out to shovel sand, and this time he was about to bury it in the inn.

The sun was very low at noon, and it was cold at night

Long, when it snows, they can survive.

The wooden shovel didn't swing a few times before he felt sweating all over his body, and he stuck the wooden shovel into the sand, and just wanted to shout to the lazy dead ghosts again, but he saw that there seemed to be a figure walking towards him.

The inn was built a few miles from the town, and if you wanted to get to Oxwei, you had to pass through the inn first. Huang Pizi rubbed his eyes, and looked carefully at the past, it was indeed a person, a big living person.

Hey, it's business!

The yellow-skinned wooden shovel didn't bother to take it back, and ran back to the inn in three or two steps.

When Huang Pizi came out of the inn again, the man had already come to the front, wrapped in a robe of unknown leather, with a scarf covering most of Zhang Lian, and something tightly wrapped in oilcloth behind his back, which looked like a sword.

"Oh, this master, where are you from, do you need to stay in the hotel?"

Huang Pizi greeted him from a distance, hunched over his head and asked with a smile between his two hands.

"Is there any water?"

Only then did the person tear off the scarf in front of his face, and when he shook it, it was all yellow sand.

"Yes! The only well in our town is our inn, and the water is full!"

As soon as Huang Pizi saw that there was a play, he eagerly took people to the inn.

The visitor glanced up and saw that there was indeed a flag planted on the two-story building surrounded by adobe walls, and there was no word on the flag, only a large bowl was drawn.

"What's your inn called?"

The visitor was introduced into the inn, and Huang Pizi's eyes were lively, and he helped take off his robe outside to beat him.

"We don't have any cultured people in this poor and remote country, we only know how to do this business, and we don't have a name, and the customers who often come here call this place the Oxtail Inn. ”

Huangpi Zifan put down his robe and ran to fetch water to boil water, and he was busy with work before and after.

"This inn is yours?"

After the visitor entered the house, he looked left and right, and seemed to see only the guy busy alone, so he asked.

"In addition to me, there is a cook, a groom and a handyman, the proprietress is still sleeping, we are located in a remote area, there are few guests, not many people. ”

After boiling the water, Huang Pizi poured some of the wooden basin and washed the hands of the guests, and then made tea.

"Are you hungry?

It's been blowing a strong wind for three days, and the ingredients in the store are probably not enough, so the cook has to go to the town to buy them on the spot, if you're hungry, I'll go to the back kitchen to see if there's anything else to eat and haven't given you a pad first?"

"No, it's okay. ”

"Hey, I've neglected you. ”

Huang Pizi made tea and didn't leave, so he stood aside and continued to talk to the visitor.

"Guest, where are you from, what are you going to do, this cold day. ”

"Poor Dao is a Qing monk in Wudang Mountain, who went to Dunhuang on the order of his uncle. ”

The one who did not dress up as a Taoist was the sword cultivator on Wudang Mountain, the third senior brother of Mu Sanqian, Lu You.

"Wudang Mountain, that's far away, isn't it in the realm of Qiyuan? ”

Huangpizi has occasionally heard people talk about it, they are not far from the former Disha, Buddhism and Taoism many years ago were the two most prosperous sects.

"That's how you've come this far?"

Huang Pizi suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but be shocked.

Lu You nodded, when the little brother was still on the mountain, he said that he was an ascetic, and at that time he also asked the little brother what the ascetic meant? The little brother said that the ascetic is the kind of person who can't get along with himself no matter what.

"Oh my God—"

Huang Pizi said to see if the cook had returned, so he stopped wandering around his eyes.

You must know that there is no second town within a radius of hundreds of miles, so he walked for three days and three nights in the wind and sand.

Huang Pizi looked nervous and ran to the back kitchen, where the cook had returned from town and was sharpening his knife by the stove.

"You stop, stop, stop. ”

The yellow skin grabbed the back collar of the cook.

"What's the matter? Lao Wu has a new batch of sweat medicine, and I'm the first to bring it, can you take a look?"

The cook came back from the town, and Lao Wuxin got a batch of sweat medicine, and I heard that as long as the nails were covered like this, even a horse could be put down.

"Don't worry about sweat pills yet. ”

Huang Pizi pushed the cook away, a little impatient.

"I met a prickly idea, and the person outside was a Taoist priest who came down from Wudang Mountain. ”

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