When the sunset set in the west, Xiao Meiniu returned to the inn with a cold face wrapped in an incense that couldn't even melt the sun, and called away Yang Qing, the temporary third-grade guard who was eating Haisai. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Since his physique has increased greatly, Yang Qing has a perverted obsession with food, in addition to quality and quantity, anyway, there is no pressure at all when the boss pays him to eat.

A dilapidated fishing boat that has experienced countless years of life rides the wind and waves in the silent and dark Taihu Lake, and its target is the mountain peak on the opposite bank with the faint sound of the bell in front of it, and the lights on it are indescribably lonely and cold.

Yang Qing stood on the side of the ship, and beside him stood a beautiful bubbling Xiao Mingzhu who was also cold and looked like a living person.

There were only four people on the entire fishing boat, guarding Yang Qing, the penman who supported the boat, and Xiao Meiniu and her younger brother.

There was no boat shadow on Taihu Lake on a winter night except for the cold wind and bright moon, and Yang Qing and his group almost stared at the sparkling lake when they first came to the Taihu Riverside.

Originally, the Hanshan Temple of Qixia Mountain is only in autumn to play the holy place, when the tourists are the most, the fishermen who live along the banks of Taihu Lake will do business at this time, and hold the boat penny to send the tourists along the coast to Qixia Mountain, the center of Taihu Lake.

The world-famous Qixia Mountain is located in the center of the vast Taihu Lake, without these boatmen, anyone who wants to go to Hanshan Temple does not have a good physical strength and Olympic champion-level swimming skills, and really can't go.

Because the maple leaves only produce red in autumn, the red Qixia Mountain also shows its enchanting style at this time, and once it is winter, the entire Qixia Mountain is full of dead branches and fallen leaves.

Therefore, the fishermen on the shore of Taihu Lake will stop their drums at this time, stop their boats and rest, and no tourists brave the biting cold wind to enjoy the devastation that can be seen everywhere.

So Yang Qing and his group are tragic, it should be his tragedy. The beautiful boss took her younger brother to find a home to avoid the limelight, and then waved her hand, "You are going to find a fishing boat?"

People had to bow their heads under the eaves, take people's money and eliminate disasters with people, Yang Qing could only pinch his nose helplessly and work against the cold wind.

Unfortunately, this is the coldest time of winter, when every household is closed and around the charcoal stove to keep warm, and there is not a single moored fishing boat on the entire Taihu Lake, which has been carried ashore by fishermen to repaint and repair.

Just when Yang Qing was about to go back in disgrace, he had already done his first task as a temporary worker and ended with failure.

On the road of endless heaven, a very dilapidated but very strong small fishing boat rowed leisurely from the surface of Taihu Lake to the dock, Yang Qing walked over and inquired only to know that it was not a passenger ship but a cargo ship.

As for why the other party still has to go to work against the wind in winter, the reason is that the group of monks in Hanshan Temple need living materials, and it is impossible to huddle in the temple in a big winter without eating or drinking.

Yang Qing came very coincidentally, this cargo ship transporting daily necessities only came and went back once in seven days, and it happened to come back from Hanshan Temple.

Under the promise of not being bad for money, Lao Shaogong agreed to take the ferry once, and Yang Qing happily took the two masters over.

"Jin Guard, do you Jiangnan have a deep hostility towards Jiangbei?" Xiao Mingzhu turned his head to look at the unidentified novice and asked suspiciously.

"No!" Yang Qing hesitated, no wonder Xiao Meiniu was in an extremely bad mood now, and her relationship was that the business exchange with the lord of Hanshan Mansion had collapsed.

Yang Qing saw her set off with great ambition and prepared to make a big move, but the owner of the mansion didn't want her.

Yang Qing also felt a little strange, it stands to reason that every mansion owner is in an open mind for commodity trading, not afraid of you coming, afraid that you will not come, the prosperity of a prefecture city sometimes depends on the circulation of goods.

If there are more commodities in the province, the more prosperous and prosperous they are, and the local specialties can also be sold by these merchants at home and abroad.

The Wang family of Tianque City cooperated with the first caravan of Baohua Mansion Ping An Trading House to a very deep extent, and even the tax and silver were relieved to let them transport it, although later the whole army was wiped out, only Yang Qing, Xiao Meinu and Hong'er escaped.

"Then why don't I go to Feilong Mansion or Hanshan Mansion, your Jiangnan Mansion Lord is very hostile to me", Xiao Mingzhu stomped his foot and took a breath of hot air towards his palm, poor Beifeng didn't know any rich lady or anything, so he ignored it and froze her delicate little ears red.

Even the towering Joan nose occasionally hung with crystal snot, and then she sucked it in, completely lacking the original demeanor, glamorous and moving.

"Then have you been to Baohua Mansion or Qingxia Mansion?" Yang Qing asked instead, seeing the trembling appearance of this eldest lady, he also shook his head and couldn't help sighing, why do you have nothing to do in the middle of the night, isn't this looking for guilt?

This is a cargo ship, there is no door or screen in the cabin, a gust of north wind can blow from the bow to the stern, there is no obstruction, poor Xiao Jizu is also in the cabin rubbing his hands vigorously.

"You put on my clothes!" Yang Qing took off the round-necked robe of the brocade hat and mink, and then put it directly on Cersei's body, he was only left with a set of white silk underwear, and a gust of north wind was blowing, and his skin was cold.

"Fortunately, it is a great achievement of body refining, and you don't want to become an iceman today", Yang Qing was a little lucky.

"You ......" may be that she is not suitable for such care from men all of a sudden, Xiao Mingzhu blinked her apricot eyes with autumn waves, a little warm and a little hesitant.

"No way, who will make you my boss? In the future, I need to look at your face and temper to do things, if I don't shoot your sycophants well, how can I mix", Yang Qing shrugged his shoulders and explained to her that as a qualified employee, in addition to being loyal to his duties, he also needs to solve the boss's troubles and dilemmas.

"Hmph" Xiao Meiniu smiled, she could feel the warmth from this wide round-necked robe, which was in stark contrast to the cold wind outside, and her cold body immediately warmed up, and she was no longer afraid of the cold outside, and even her heart had a faint mildness fermenting.

She looked at Yang Qing, who was only wearing a thin undershirt, and asked with interest, "Are all you men in Jiangnan such gentlemen?"

"Hey, isn't it?" Yang Qing couldn't imagine that just one action of undressing off her clothes to keep her warm could ease the hostility that the boss had always been towards him, and he felt a little 'lost his horse'.

Modern girls have long ignored the gentleness of this trick, and on many occasions they take it for granted, and it would be a great sin not to let a lady suffer from the cold.

Miss Xiao saw that the man next to her was a bit of a snake with a stick, you are really immodest. Suddenly it occurred to her that he had answered the doubts in her heart just now, but now she had a new question, "What's wrong with Baohua Mansion and Qingxia Mansion?"

Yang Qing shook his head undeniably and explained, "Although there are six mansions in the entire Jiangnan now, they are generally divided into two major forces, namely the Flying Dragon Mansion Xiqi Xue Palace camp, and the anti-Flying Dragon Mansion camp that confronts it, and the latter camp has only two mansions, namely Baohua Mansion and Qingxia Mansion. ”

After Yang Qing finished speaking, he changed his words and said with a smile, "And the people who negotiate with you are all the forces of the Xiqi School Palace, as long as the Feilong Mansion does not agree to your firm, then the Hanshan Mansion controlled by him will not agree either." ”

"I see", Xiao Mingzhu suddenly realized, it seems that she will have the opportunity to go to Baohua Mansion and Qingxia Mansion in person in the future, thinking of this, she looked at Yang Qing with satisfaction, if it weren't for this kid's confession, she estimated that she would give up the Jiangnan market from now on.

"If you reach a cooperation with Baohua Mansion or Qingxia Mansion in the future, I will count you as your first credit", Xiao Mingzhu's mood relaxed a little, and he thanked Yang Qing.

"Well said".

The small fishing boat with lanterns is like an expeditionary warrior, wandering alone on the wide but black Taihu Lake, as the bell on the top of the mountain rings more and more loudly as it gets closer and closer to Qixia Mountain.

"The moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, and Jiang Feng is sleeping.

Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship. ”

Xiao Mingzhu, who was wearing a big robe, finally turned her state from cold to a beautiful woman enjoying the scenery, she stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the Hanshan Temple on the top of Qixia Mountain, listening to the continuous ringing of bells in her ears, and the poetry was as continuous as the tide.

The small fishing boat finally arrived at Qixia Mountain on the other side of the river under the ferry, although the entire mountain peak is Saga, steep and dangerous, a blue step still leads to the Hanshan Temple on the top of the mountain.

"Let's go!" Yang Qing jumped off the fishing boat in a loud voice, being a pioneer in the road, he turned his head and instructed Zigong, "Don't go, wait for us to come back and trouble you to continue the ferry."

It is indeed not the right time to come to Qixia Mountain at this time, although the whole mountain range is full of pine trees, but unfortunately there are no leaves and life, this place is more deserted and cold than the cemetery, and people who do not have a little courage really dare not stay here at night.

Yang Qing tightened the round-necked robe on his body, and just after getting off the boat, Xiao Meiniu returned the coat on her body to him very easily.

Yang Qing took the lead, looked at the dark stone steps and mountain road in front of him, pinched his throat and said in the singing, "Look ahead, the black hole must be the thief's lair, wait for me to catch up and kill him cleanly!"

"Brother Jin is mighty", Xiao Jizu is at the most rebellious age in his life, and he is also excited when he hears such passionate and heroic words.

"Although these words are rude, they have a special meaning when they savor them", the closer Xiao Mingzhu got to this novice, the more surprised he was in his heart, and of course the more alert he became.

"Rustling", the only sound left in the entire mountain road was the sound of Yang Qing and his gang colliding with the soles of their shoes and the stone steps.

The whole stone road around the mountain is a big ring, which makes this forest path seem long, especially in the environment of this secluded ghost domain.

Fortunately, after reaching the top of the mountain, I saw a temple, blue bricks and red tiles, smoky, not to mention the sound of chanting and chanting from inside, the bell ringing chime, and the end is a famous temple.

There is a four-foot-long horizontal plaque on the temple gate, with three gilded characters on it, "Hanshan Temple", of course, the temple gate on both sides of the seal this couplet.

'The morning bell and dusk drum wake up the world's fame and fortune. ‘

'The sound of the Buddha's horn evokes the dreamers of the bitter sea. ‘