After bidding farewell to a few old flower farmers, Nanling continued to move in the direction they pointed. Although according to his own cultivation, he could not eat anything or drink a drop of water for several months, but the few thin flower cakes just now made his stomach warm and strong.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Nanling walked on a tortuous country road, pinching a dog's tail grass idly in his hand.

After the large flower field, the number of people gradually increased. The loess trails extend in all directions, and there are many forks in the road, which is often caused by people at a glance. Surrounded by abundant forests and long grass, from time to time there are farmers carrying hoes, flower farmers carrying burdens, leading visitors with burdens to pass by, everyone sees each other smiling and nodding and passing by, those who know each other, will stop each other, rest under the tree together, drink herbal tea, so comfortable.

Nanling walked and stopped, inquiring about the situation with people passing by from time to time, or sitting in a post station made of simple wooden huts to drink a free bowl of tea, and quietly listening to the gossip of the farmers and herdsmen next to him.

What kind of woman has added a new son to whom, whose kid doesn't learn well, he was punished for smashing Mr. Private School's head with a small slingshot, Nan Ling was holding a tea bowl and listening to it with relish, he had never experienced this leisurely and ordinary life, everything was very novel in his eyes.

Listening to those old farmers, Qingshuihe Town is the largest town in the vicinity. Because a clear river runs through the town, it is named Qingshuihe Town.

"Young man, look at your handsome appearance with fine skin and tender meat, but you want to go to the 'Shanghua Pavilion' in Qingshuihe Town?" asked a few old farmers who were either cross-legged or simply leaning on their chairs to see Nanling politely ask the shopkeeper about the location of Qingshuihe.

Nan Ling looked back at the old farmer who spoke, and saw that his skin was dark and dark, and even the light on his face was reddish-brown. The sparse eyebrows are messy and uneven, bald for the most part, and the remaining half hangs down like grass to the brow bone. His cheekbones are prominent, and his black and white stubble looks rough and hard. Years of hard work have made his arms very strong, his fingernails are gray, and his joints are very large, which can be seen to be very powerful at a glance.

He simply wore a sleeveless linen undershirt, raised his feet and stepped leisurely on the wooden chair, the hat on his head that shaded the sun straddled diagonally behind his back, showing his yellow-brown teeth, and smiled at Nanling plainly and enthusiastically.

The shopkeeper saw that the old farmer asked Nanling, so he scooped a bowl of strong honey-colored herbal tea with a wooden spoon, and joked with a smile: "Second master of the Qiao family, didn't your old wife ask you to take your donkey to Erbao's house in Qingshuihe Town to see a doctor today?

The shopkeeper placed a large bowl of catechu in front of the old farmer, and a little herbal tea dribbled out of the edges, instantly dyeing the wooden table with small yellow-white lines into a dark color. I only heard the shopkeeper smile and said to Nanling: "Son, Qingshuihe Town will be more than ten miles away!"

Nanling smiled and thanked the shopkeeper. He turned his head to the second master of the Qiao family, who was drinking tea and his throat was tumbling, and said curiously: "Uncle, what do you mean by Shanghua Pavilion just now?" The old farmer, who was known as the second master of the Qiao family, simply wiped his mouth with the back of his dark hand, and muttered: "Shanghua Pavilion, it's Shanghua Pavilion! It's what you little green heads love to do!" Several old guys around laughed ambiguously, you look at me, I'll poke you. Nan Ling didn't understand, but still continued to ask: "Uncle, the juniors still don't understand, what does it mean?"

The shopkeeper really couldn't listen to it, so he patted Nan Ling's shoulder excitedly: "You guy, I'm afraid you're still a chick, right? Don't ask, you'll know when you go!" Then he laughed, and the second master of the Qiao family scolded him in a dialect that Nanling couldn't understand, and he also laughed hehehe.

"If the junior wants to inquire about how to go to the Ancient Dragon Dynasty, can the 'Shanghua Pavilion' know?" asked Nan Ling seriously. The old farmer was busy arguing with others, and he didn't have time to pay attention to him, Nan Ling waited for a while, and asked again, and the old farmer waved his hand: "What don't the people in the town know? The second master of the Qiao family and the shop that provided herbal tea were all coarse people, and they would not return the courtesy, but they just hummed and went their separate ways.

After a few hours of rest, it was already three poles past the sun. The light was not as intense as at noon, but became a little longer, slanting diagonally from the horizon. On the road, some footmen who were napping under the trees, covering their faces with hats, fell asleep with their bellies.

Nan Ling also asked for a shabby hat belt from the previous store, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and his tied black hair and the tightly wrapped Xuanyuan Sword behind his back made him look like a wandering knight.

In the evening, Nanling arrived at a fork in the road, and the forest and grass on the left side were swaying gently in the wind, and it seemed to be another barren grass beach, and I didn't know where it would lead. The road on the right is paved with worn, incomplete stones, and an equally broken wooden sign has a few cursive characters written on it: "Qingshuihe Town".

Nanling looked at it, and then walked to the right. At this time, it was already twilight, the night was drooping, and the long grass on the side of the road was dyed with the blood red of the setting sun, swaying slightly in front of the orange-red sunset that could already be seen directly, casting a series of shaking shadows on the dilapidated path;

He walked unhurriedly on the bluestone path, and after a few moments some ridges and thatched huts came into view, followed by some bluestone huts, and on the way there were two wooden doors made of tall pillars, behind which sat two men who looked like guards giggling with iron knives. The big wooden door vermilion paint fell off and looked very old.

Looking ahead, behind the huge wooden gate, there is a small town with bright lights and a lot of people, there are some iron lines on the top of the street that is not wide, and red paper lanterns are hung, and even the big trees that have turned blue and black at night are also hung with paper lanterns, making the whole town appear colorful and very lively; exquisite houses with blue tiles and white walls abound, which looks prosperous and atmospheric. Due to the gathering of all kinds of people from the nearby ten miles and eight towns, the road seems a little cramped, the sound of small traders echoing in the ears leisurely, and the evening breeze accompanied by the pine waves outside the town and the smell of fireworks in the town, making Nanling feel relaxed and comfortable.

This place is different from the village of Tsukimi, there is no sense of disharmony that everyone is too harmonious, and it is much more normal in comparison. Nan Ling walked in the crowd, looking at a dazzling array of special foods, commodities, and items, including fireworks, sugar horns, meat buns, and cakes, roast chicken, and turtle jelly in sugar water. Not far away, there is a storytelling stage, the lights are bright, surrounded by water, men and women, young and old, holding children, knocking melon seeds, riding chairs and holding the back of the chair and tilting their heads, all listening attentively, laughing from time to time, quite attractive to people's eyes.

Some teenagers flew out in groups of three or five, taking the copper plates given by their parents to play a game of watermelon, or buying a powerful cricket and bragging with their friends.

The passing crowd was talking and laughing, the young man's face was white, the girl's cheeks were ruddy, the old man's face was kind, and the child's mouth was pouty; Nanling was unconsciously infected by the atmosphere, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

The master said that he only said that the world was good, but he never said that the life of mortals is so colorful. Nan Ling came up with an idea for no reason, if he could be a mortal, it would be a very good choice.