On the fourth day of October in the 70th year of the Great Qiankang Dynasty, Shen Shi, on the outskirts of Chang'an.

After Xu Wuxian obtained a hexagram from Chang'an East City, although he had doubts, after all, there was no other way, so he led Murong Yan to the east.

The two of them sold two fast horses in the horse market, and when they got out of Yanxing Gate in the east of Chang'an City, they rode on their horses and traveled all the way......

Although Murong Yan was born in everyone's boudoir since she was a child, she was guided by others when she was young, and she was quite skilled in riding. On the contrary, Xu Wuxi, because he has been growing up in the south, is not familiar with horse habits, although he is good at paddle rowing, but he lacks the skill of riding horses, at this moment, he is riding on a horse, his body is swaying, and his posture is really ugly......

The two of them traveled all the way to the east for more than 40 miles. Murong Yan saw that there was no patient on the horse, and her body was crooked and slanted, and she couldn't help laughing: "Brother without disease, there is a way that 'southerners walk boats, northerners ride horses', today you can see, our northerners' means of riding horses are ......" Then she clamped the horse's belly between her legs, lifted the reins of the horse with both hands, and the green horse under her crotch neighed long, and her four hooves galloped, like a gust of wind, and ran forward. Murong Yan had the intention to show off, she drove the green horse, followed the official road of Chang'an, and galloped all the way to the east, and in a moment, she left no illness behind......

Xu Wuxi shouted: "Brother Xian, wait for me!" also hurriedly clamped his legs, and scolded him repeatedly, but the horse was only slightly faster a few times under his crotch, and then slowed down again, just because of his equestrian skills, it was still a few years ago, Fang Shuhu, the second hall master of the Fang family, temporarily ordered him to do so. At this time, he was able to ride on the horse without falling down, which was already a blessing......

After riding a horse for more than ten miles, I saw a small stream, the stream meandered by, the stream was extremely clear, and on the opposite side of the stream, a horse was tied to a tree, and it was the green horse that Murong Yan was riding.

He drove his horse and waded across the creek without illness, and when he reached the opposite bank, he also tied the horse and walked forward along the stream, only after a few dozen steps, he saw Murong Yan barefoot, picking up some small pebbles in the stream......

Seeing that Murong Yan was not sick, she beckoned and shouted:

"Brother Disease-free, come on, come quickly! The water here is so comfortable! And these little stones, so smooth, and some shiny stones......

Wuxian smiled, and said in his heart that this little brother was so playful, and some small stones were so curious, but seeing that he was playing energetically, he couldn't bear to urge, so he also followed Murong Yan's example, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and went down to the stream barefoot.

At this time, the sky is bright, the warm sun of early winter is warm and warm, and the hearts of people are particularly comfortable and comfortable, and although the feet are in the water, they do not feel cold. He looked around, the mountains in the distance were undulating, undulating, beyond the green mountains, under the slanting sun, there were thousands of jackdaws, hurriedly passing by......

Disease-free and Murong Yan were walking in the water, looking around at the green mountains and thinking about Miao...... Suddenly, an old voice came from downstream:

"You guys are so muddy with the stream, and you tell me how to fish?!"

The two looked up, but saw that the stream was more than ten zhang away, turned a mountain rock, and converged into a small pond. There was an old man, dressed in a gray coat and wearing a large hat, who was sitting by the waterhole and fishing alone......

Murong Yan saw that there were people fishing for pleasure in this mountainside wilderness, and she couldn't help but feel childlike, she went out of the stream, put on her boots, ran to the side of the old fisherman, and said with a smile: "Old man, why did you come here to fish?

The old angler pointed to the fish basket next to him with his hand and said, "Look at it yourself......"

Murong Yan saw that there were seven or eight mandarin fish of different sizes in the fish basket, the big ones weighed about two or three catties, and the small ones weighed at least one catty, and she couldn't help but wonder in her heart, and asked: "Old man, how did you catch so many fish in this small pool?

The old angler said with a smile: "What do children know? This stream is called 'Lantian Creek', and the mountains in the distance are called 'Jade Mountain'. This jade mountain is rich in Lantian jade, don't you smell that 'Lantian is warm and jade smoke'? This Lantian jade is famous all over the world, everyone knows it, and because of this jade mountain, the Lantian stream is as warm as jade all year round. The mandarin fish likes to be warm, so that the warm current is good, and the water of this stream is clear and sweet, because in this Lantian stream, there are not only many mandarin fish, but also the taste is the most fat!"

When Murong Yan heard this, she suddenly had an idea, and said to the old man:

"Old man, I have long heard that this mandarin fish is delicious, if it is roasted while it is fresh, the taste is even more wonderful, I learned some cooking techniques with my mother when I was young, it is better to ......"

"Can you grill fish?!" the old man asked with one tilt of his head. Under the hat, an old face full of ravines was revealed, and it looked like it was at least past its prime......

Murong Yan smiled: "I also know a little bit about it...... If the old man doesn't dislike it, we can help make a fire, remove scales, and grill fish......"

The old angler smiled and said, "Okay, good, I'm worried that no one will cook the fish for me! It's good to have you two! I'll leave all these fish to you...... I'll bake it later, and I'll divide you a few ......."

Murong Yan clapped her hands and applauded, and pulled Xu Wuxi to get busy. Seeing that the two of them chatted happily, and then listened to the discussion of "grilled fish", he also felt interesting in his heart, after all, they are all young people's temperament, at the moment, he killed the fish and cleaned the scales, and the other picked up the dead branches to make a fire, and the two built a wooden frame, skewered the mandarin fish with thin branches, and roasted them on the fire......

The old fisherman's back basket carried a lot of things, not only the utensils for killing fish and removing scales, but also the ingredients for cooking, such as salt and pepper. Wuxian and Murong Yan worked for most of the hour, and the eight fat mandarin fish had been roasted with skin like gold, meat like white jade, and the fish fat was overflowing and fragrant......

The old man couldn't hold back for a long time, pulled the biggest mandarin fish, moved his hands, and gnawed on it. Murong Yan smiled, took a mandarin fish for Wuxi, and took one herself, the old two and the young, on the bank of this Lantian stream, facing the slanting sun grass and trees, bathing in the warm breeze, holding the fragrant mandarin fish in their hands, and gnawed on it recklessly......

The mandarin fish is delicate, the fish is fat, and there are no fine spines, it is really a treasure among the fish, the three of them feasted, and when they were eating happily, Xu Wuxian suddenly patted his head and said loudly: "There are delicacies but no wine, isn't it a 'tyrannical thing'!" As he spoke, he poked out a pot of wine from his arms - it was the famous Chang'an wine "Fenyang drunk".

He handed over the wine jug to the old man, and the old man was not polite, raised his neck to "coo-dong" a few times, drank a few big sips in succession, and handed the wine jug to Murong Yan......

When he left Chang'an East City without illness, he bought some noodles and biscuits, and naturally he didn't forget to prepare a pot of Chang'an famous wine for himself. At this time, facing the eight fragrant mandarin fish, it is a pity that this pot of wine is too little, and the three of them eat and drink vigorously, and after only a while, the wine has been drunk dry, and the fish has been eaten......

The old angler saw that the fish basket was empty, except for some dead branches and leaves, broken fish bones, there was nothing left, the sunset in the distance had fallen, the sky was getting dark, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and immediately got up and patted his clothes, and said:

"I've been busy for a long time, and these fish have gone into my belly...... There are good fish and good wine today, and it's worth fishing...... "After that, he picked up the fishing basket, picked up the fishing rod, waved his hand at Xu Wuxian and Murong Yan, and left......

Xu Wuxian and Murong Yan stood beside the stream, watching the old man leave, a gust of evening wind blew, and he saw the back of the old man under the slanting sun, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and said secretly: "This old man may have gone through all the vicissitudes of life in his life, and today he can meet in Pingshui and have a fish feast, which is also a fate............

He always felt that the old man, behind the old man's old face, had a faint sense of transcendent heroism, even if he had reached the twilight of his life, he was still standing like a green pine, proudly frosting and snow, and if he gave silver taels for no reason, it would be disrespectful......

"That old man is really strange! On this sunny day, he is still wearing a robe...... Murong Yan said with a smile.

"Really, why didn't I notice it......" Xu Wuxian scratched his head and smiled.

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Xu Wuxian and Murong Yan had eaten and drunk enough, and seeing that the sky was about to dark, they immediately got on their horses and hurried away. The two of them walked all the way to the east, slowly walking towards this jade mountain......

I don't know when, the sunset outside the mountain has disappeared, the sky suddenly became dark, the dark clouds quietly climbed up the mountain, gradually covered the four fields, a gust of cold wind blew, the vast withered grass all over the field, shivering in the wind...... Suddenly, a flash of lightning swept across the sky, followed by a muffled thunderstorm, and a torrential rain fell overwhelmingly.

The heavy rain came suddenly, and Murong Yan and Murong Yan did not bring rain gear, and they were drenched all over the body in an instant. The two men had to push their horses and gallop forward, hoping to find a village market......

After running for half a moment, Murong Yan suddenly saw that not far ahead, at the foot of the jade mountain, there was a small temple, and immediately raised his whip and shouted: "Brother Wuxi, there is a temple in front, let's hurry up there and hide from the rain for a while!"

He replied without illness, and together with Murong Yan, he rode his horse to the door of the temple. The two tied the horse under the tree, entered the temple gate, only to see that there was only one house in the temple, the scene was also very desolate and dilapidated, the temple wall was peeling off the paint, the temple beams were full of cobwebs and dust, and the statue placed in the middle of the temple was also broken, and it looked unrecognizable, and I didn't know which god was enshrined, but the roof tiles on the top were still intact, and it was a very good place to shelter from the rain.

He looked around and saw a person sitting behind the statue, his body was unusually fat, he seemed to be fatter than Zhu Wuneng, he was wearing a wide gray cloak, and his head was also covered by a hat. I saw that the man was sitting cross-legged facing the idol, and his mouth seemed to be chanting, and in the darkness, he could not see his face clearly. Wuxian screamed, and when he saw that the other party didn't answer, he said in his heart that this person must not want to talk to him, and he was not reluctant at the moment, so he returned to the statue, chose a dry ground with Murong Yan and sat down, took out the bread from his backpack without illness, and ate it with Murong Yan......

At this time, it was the end of the unitary hour, the heaven and the earth were drowsy, the heavy rain was pouring endlessly, the lightning outside the temple gate was one after another, and the thunder above the head was one after another. Murong Yan left home for the first time, in this barren mountain and dilapidated temple, at first sight, she couldn't help but be frightened in her heart, so she couldn't help but slowly move closer to Wuxian and held Wuji's hand tightly......

Wuxian and Murong Yan were sheltering from the rain in the temple, and after a while, they suddenly heard a "bang", and the temple door was kicked open from the outside, and two big men ran in from the outside. Both men were about thirty years of age, and by the light of the lightning outside the house, one of them was very tall, with a swarthy face and a full beard, and the other was a little short and fat, but with a sallow face. The black-faced man entered the temple, wrung the rain off his clothes, and scolded: "This damn God! Lao Tzu just lost more than 100 yuan in a gamble today, and when he went out, he ran into this ghost weather, it's really unlucky!"

The yellow-faced man smiled and said: "Jiang Datou, who asked you to touch the little widow of the Zhang family, you can still have good luck after touching the widow's buttocks?

The black-faced man who was called "Jiang Datou" said angrily: "Phew! Lao Tzu just touched the little widow's face, and your third brother is ......."

Jiang Datou was about to say the following foul words, when he suddenly found that there were still two people sitting in the temple, so he didn't continue, wrung out his clothes, and went to the statue to find a vacant place to sit.

The yellow-faced man who was called "Yue Laosan" was about to say: "What you touched is not someone's face, it's someone's milk ......" but seeing Jiang Datou's sudden silence, he turned his head and saw Xu Wuxian and Murong Yan sitting on the side. So he arched his hand towards Xu Wuxi, and said with a smile: "Yo! The two little brothers are also hiding from the rain here...... Where did the little brother come from?......"

Xu Wuxian closed his eyes and ignored the ......

Yue Laosan felt bored, so Gu Zi wrung out his clothes and ran to Jiang Datou to sit down.

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The heavy rain outside the temple gate rained endlessly, as if someone was in mid-air, scooping up the water of the rivers, lakes and seas, and pouring down......

The rain is constantly flowing, and it seems to clean the plains, mountains, houses, and towers clean and spotless......

This gentle rain decorates the mountains and wilderness into a mist, and this moist rain transforms the heavens and the earth into a vast expanse......

Xu Wuxian and Murong Yan sat against the wall, and in the continuous sound of rain, unconsciously, they fell asleep......