The land of Bazhou, since ancient times, is closed and difficult to travel, the north of Pingba Mountain, the west of the Shu Road, only the east is easy to pass.

Such a prison place must be layered with mountains, bad water and poor mountains, fierce folk customs, and many demonic obstacles.

There is a mountain here, called Mt. Yonekura. The mountains are high and dangerous, the peaks are thick, the stone forests are thick, and countless deep and mysterious ancient caves are hidden in the middle.

There is a small town at the foot of the mountain, and there is a clear stream passing through the town, so it is called Qingxi Town.

A young man lay quietly on the railing of the small stone bridge, looking at the gurgling water under the bridge, sighing. Looking at that appearance, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his brows were tightly locked, and his face was full of sadness, which didn't look like he was only at this age, and he couldn't help but look too young and old.

The river under the bridge is quiet, reflecting the shadow of a young man, who is just a thin child.

It has been seven or eight years, and Liu Xi has long determined one thing, there are no high-rise buildings, no cars and planes, and no network computers. He has already accepted all this, relying on his sister for his life, studying hard in the cold window, just to live a good life one day.

But when he came back from the private school today, Liu Xi was stunned. Because of his old gentleman who had a mouth full of few teeth left, he suddenly gave him a word, called Yanchang.

Liu Xi was dumbfounded, he had lived for seven or eight years, and he always thought that he was Liu Xi, a little-known Liu Xi. But suddenly, he had another name, called Liu Yanchang.

What kind of person is Liu Yanchang? That's a cow with a goddess as his wife and a god Erlang as his uncle!

Is it just the same name? Liu Xi looked at the reflection in the water, wearing a long robe, and indeed had a bit of elegance, but would this really make the dignified goddess of Huashan worship under her trouser legs?

Liu Xi suffers from gains and losses, but he can't help but think: There really is one day, I will go to Beijing to catch the exam and pass by Huashan. Leave a poem in the Temple of Our Lady, and then deduce a love myth of human and immortal love, the ancient and golden love?

"Is there really a god in these years? I have lived for seven or eight years, but I have met a lot of people who pretend to be gods and ghosts. Liu Xi pouted and complained, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, this smile expanded irrepressibly, or the name Liu Yanchang was good, at least it gave him infinite hope.

"Liu Gongzi, Liu Gongzi! Are you stunned again? Wake up!" When Liu Yanchang was thinking about a better life, he saw an old lady walk behind him and pat him on the shoulder.

For Liu Yanchang to be stunned like this, the people in Qingxi Town are not surprised, this Liu Gongzi is both reading and literate, but he is often stupid. Sometimes when you go to that station, you can stand for a long time, and I don't know what I'm thinking, and I don't say anything when others ask him, but in the eyes of others, he leaves a stupid impression.

Liu Yanchang was stunned for a moment, and came back to his senses: "It turned out to be Aunt Wu, what did you call me?"

He knows this Aunt Wu, and she usually doesn't have any major events, so she is just a mediator. After all, Qingxi Town is not big, and although there are all kinds of people here, most of them know each other.

"Liu Gongzi, do you want to eat rice balls?" Aunt Wu stretched out her hand and pointed at the market.

I saw that this bazaar was really lively, pedestrians came and went, there was an endless stream, selling vegetables, tea, dog skin plasters, everything. All kinds of strange and pleasant cries are endless, mixed with the sound of poultry and livestock, and the sound of wheels, which can be regarded as a different kind of music.

"Sell glutinous rice balls, sell glutinous rice balls, our glutinous rice balls are round and round!······" I saw a white-haired old man carrying a wooden barrel and singing an unknown tune in his mouth, which was particularly vivid and interesting, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Liu Yanchang looked over and saw that the old man had been surrounded by passers-by, and bowls of crystal pearl-like rice balls were scooped up from the wooden barrel. If it's really a good business, it looks like an old seller in Qingxi Town.

"This glutinous rice ball is covered with honey, eating one can be sweet to the heart, how about I invite you to eat the glutinous rice ball?" Seeing that he seemed to be intended, Aunt Wu hurriedly tempted.

A smile appeared on the corner of Liu Yanchang's mouth, if it was an ordinary child, I am afraid that some of them would not be able to resist the temptation. It's a pity that I don't have a lot of knowledge, and eating good things can be regarded as all over the world, although I have been poor all over the years, I will not be deceived by a bowl of rice balls.

As the saying goes, eating people is soft-mouthed, and taking people is short-handed. Although they are rural grass people, there are many scheming traps in this open and secret fighting.

"Aunt Wu, I appreciate your kindness. Although it is a time of peace and prosperity, your little money is also obtained by grinding your mouth, how can I let you break the bank! I still have to go back to study, so I will take my leave!" Liu Yanchang arched his hand and stepped straight down the small stone bridge. How could he not know what this old matchmaker meant, how could he let her take advantage of the loophole.

Leaving Aunt Wu alone on the bridge, she gritted her teeth with hatred, looked at Liu Yanchang's back, and said viciously: "You damn poor scholar, elm pimple head." Since it is something ordered by Zhao Yuanwai, I have to do it well, otherwise the old lady's Wu character will be written upside down!"

Liu Yanchang sighed secretly, he was insightful in the world, and someone must have beaten his sister's idea. It's just that they have no power, no wealth, and no power, so what can they do? They can only hide and shrink in fear as much as possible, but how long can they hide? After all, one day, they can't hide, they can't avoid it.

"Liu Gongzi, wait, you wait!"

Liu Yanchang's face was full of sadness, thinking about how to be self-reliant and self-reliant, and only heard someone call him. Only then did I look back and see that it was the old man who sold rice balls, who was chasing after him with a burden.

Liu Yanchang stopped, and the old man panted and said, "Liu Gongzi, today can be regarded as waiting for you!"

Liu Yanchang couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart when he saw the old man with gray hair, wearing a tattered scarf, wearing a wool coat, and his face was old.

"What do you have to do with me?"

"I want to thank you, old man, for teaching me songs. In the past few days, I have been carrying a burden and singing songs, and the rice balls will be sold out in a short time, and I saw you on the bridge today, I specially left a bowl, and I was about to send it to you!"

The old man put down his burden and opened the lid of the bucket, and sure enough, there were more than a dozen rice balls left, which was a big bowl.

"It's just a small song, the main thing is that your dumplings are delicious, otherwise no one will buy them no matter how good the singing is. You don't have to thank you, you might as well sell it. ”

"Liu Gongzi, when you say this, don't you look down on the old man and me?

Seeing that the old man insisted, Liu Yanchang was inconvenient to refuse, so he had to take the bowl. I saw that the rice balls were round and slippery, slippery and greasy, and the bowl was steaming hot, revealing a sweet fragrance.

"Childe, eat quickly!" the old man beckoned.

Liu Yanchang smiled: "Then thank you." After speaking, he took a big bite to eat, and it was really as Aunt Wu said, each one was wrapped in honey filling, which was really sweet and delicious. Speaking of which, after seven or eight years of life, it is the first time I have eaten such a delicious thing. I wanted to leave some for my sister too, but unfortunately I didn't have anything to bring.

"Hey, this one seems to be a little different, why is it so hard?" Liu Yanchang just wanted to spit out this special glutinous rice ball, but who knew that it actually slid down his throat and into his stomach, although he felt a little strange, he didn't feel anything wrong, so he had to put it aside.

"Dragon Ball, my Dragon Ball, I was still here just now, where did I go?" Minwen's Yang God pursued all the way for more than a thousand miles, who would have thought that he had just locked the location of the Dragon Ball, but suddenly disappeared, and taught him to be crazy.