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The scenery of Tiantai Mountain in the land of Bashu is beautiful, the clouds and mist are shrouded, extremely beautiful, most of the literati love the high mountains and flowing water here, the charm of Danxia, the natural landscape of the rich green forest, and they are proud of leaving pen and ink Danshu here.

But how is the land of Bashu so easy to reach, since ancient times, there is a yellow crane flying is not passable, the ape wants to spend the sorrow and climb to help himself, how did the weak literati go to the land of Bashu, most of the pen and ink left are the works of Wangyang and sigh, it is difficult to say the steepness of Sichuan and Shu.

In June, the weather is hot, especially in the low part of the basin, there is no sun all year round, the fog is shrouded, although it is a rare immortal residence in the eyes of outsiders, but ordinary people are very guilty.

An old and a young, tall and short, black and white, the ugly and handsome master and servant walked through the winding sheep intestine path, the scenery in front of them suddenly opened up, the lame old servant raised his colorless eyes, looked at the magnificent buildings lying on the plank road in front of him, and then grinned, revealing a mouth full of mutilated yellow teeth.

The young master took off his coat, unscrewed the water bag and poured it into himself, and then squinted and looked up at the building in front of him, which made the old servant smile.

"The Sword Pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei, a husband is a pass, and he can't open it, he has a lot of courage, and he doesn't know who gave him the courage. ”

The white young man who was about fifteen or sixteen years old looked at the big red stele in front of him, with the words 'Jianmen Pass' written on it, the calligraphy was majestic and majestic, quite atmospheric, although he was a little shocked in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it, he glanced at the old servant, and saw that he had been smirking at the stele.

"The shit is a man, and you can't open it. Under my Beilai Iron Horse, everything is dung. Didn't you knock on Bashu back then?"

After speaking, a hint of mockery hung on the corner of his mouth.

Looking back at the old servant, he was still smiling stupidly, the young man was a little bored, he was talking to himself all the way, this old and lame guy didn't know anything but giggles.

The young man sat in front of the stone monument and took a break in the shade, but his mouth was angry and scolded that the weather in Bashu was unbearable.

As if sensing something was wrong, he moved in, and then pouted at the old servant, who put down the luggage he was carrying and sat next to him.

"Lao Kong, you said that there is really Laoshzi ghost god witchcraft in Bashu?"

The old servant Lao Kong raised his head, looked at the towering sword gate, and after a moment of distraction, he smirked.

The boy has long been accustomed to Lao Kong's smirk, and remembers that when he ran away from home, he always disliked Lao Kong for being old and lame, if he met a robber or something, he might not be able to run, but it turned out that Lao Kong's escape ability had nothing to do with his lameness, and he was faster than himself when he limped and ran.

"Then there should be no ghosts and gods, there should always be gods. ”

He looked at Lao Kong with a look of hope, and then muttered in a low voice, "This is really not a place for people to live. ”

Lao Kong still had a smile on his face, and he couldn't see any joy or disgust.

The young man was angry, and kicked on the old Kong's cheek, and the old lame man lay on the side of the road with a dog gnawing mud, and then cleverly got up and moved to the shade again.

"Bear-like. ”

After asking the unanswered question, he also felt bored, the young man looked at the sword gate again, speaking of which this sword gate pass is not necessarily bigger than any building in his own house, but the courtyard buildings of his own house are built on the plain, only a star pavilion stands on the top of a thousand zhang high cliff, but the height is not cold, and it will be tasteless after looking at it for a long time, but this sword pavilion is majestic in the sky, standing in the middle of the mountain, although it is not as regular as its own building, but in this unique cave in the mountain is to read some unknown charm。

"It seems that those weak literati are not all moaning without illness. ”

The yellow dust is scattered and the wind is sluggish, and the cloud stack lingers in the Sword Pavilion.

But there is some artistic conception.

Past the Jianmen Pass, is really to come to the land of Sichuan and Shu, since ancient times Sichuan and Shu is from time to time to spread some rumors of cultivating immortals into gods, the truth is unknown, but it makes the land of Sichuan and Shu famous for a while, and the Shu Mountain is located on the cusp of the storm, the limelight is exhausted, there is no two for a while, the glory covers most of the Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism holy land, for a long time all kinds of sects are unsurpassed, can only look at the ocean and sigh 'Shu Mountain should be prosperous for a hundred years'.

As for whether Shushan should be happy or not, the young man didn't care, he set off from Qilu Donglai and walked all the way to Bashu, not just to see the Shushan Sword Sect in the middle of the day.

Accustomed to seeing some things, naturally will not care too much, just like in the past, when eating and drinking at home, which is not luxury, but since leaving the house, some time ago had a good time, but the money is always spent, the days of leisure are used to it, but it can't be abandoned, from thrift to luxury, from luxury to thrift, this Qilu Prefecture North Lai Xuanhe II when he lost his own brocade silk clothes, when he lost the hairpin ring to wear everything, even the fancy saber used for self-defense had to be used, what did the money for? Naturally, it is bought as food to satisfy the stomach.

It is the so-called 'three thousand Laijia can break Wu' Beilai King Jiang Loan would not have imagined that Jiang Yangsheng, the second son of the dignified family, would take advantage of the night to hide at the door of the farmer and wait for the chickens, and there was no less thing to do along the way to steal chickens and touch dogs.

After sleeping in the open air, hungry and full, I realized that the mountain delicacies were not my own mountain game, but the pheasants raised by farmers, and the seafood was naturally not a precious and rare fish, but a bowl of steaming fish soup with the smell of fishy seeds.

In the past, Jinyu Mink Qiu didn't even have the heart to think about it, and he was bent on thinking that it would not rain when he slept tonight, and the firewood and grass under his body should not be wet, so thank God.

Lao Kong, who can only laugh, is not unable to speak, but he just doesn't talk much, and he can't hold back a fart for half a month, but if he really speaks, it must be a good word, which is worthy of his mouth full of yellow teeth.

After passing the Jianmen Pass and walking through a winding path, it suddenly opened up, and all the scenery took on a new look, and the appearance of the village people appeared one after another.

Lao Kong squinted at the mountain village house with a clearer and clearer outline in the distance, and smirked.

Jiang Yangsheng glanced at the smirking old Kong, tightened his trouser belt, and scolded with a smile: "I can't hold back a fart for a long time, and the one that comes out is definitely not a good fart." The old rule, I'll let the wind go, and you will lead the sheep. ”

Said to be a sheep, most of the time is to steal chickens, only one exception, the hungry Lao Kong from a large family of sheepfold Nie pinched his feet to pull out a white lamb out, seeing that it was about to arrive, was the housekeeper unintentionally seen, the two of them ran ten miles in one breath before throwing off the tail behind them.

Hearing the cooing of chickens and ducks in the distance, Lao Kong smiled, his steps were much lighter, and he stepped forward.

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The warbler's hooves in the mountains are green and red, and the water village and mountain Guo wine flag are windy.

The green smoke is filled, the pines and cypresses are green, and the young man makes firewood, lying on the soft turf, with a licorice root in his mouth, which is indescribably comfortable.

Lao Kong limped closer, the young man got up with a poof, Lao Kong was carrying two chickens that had already broken their necks, standing in front of him and laughing.

"Good fellow, so fat!"

With a word of praise, the boy took the two chickens and ran to the river not far away to clean them up.

Lao Kong's call flower chicken also don't know who to learn from, like decent, the first fourteen or fifteen years of the second son who is used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas can't help but applaud after eating, and sincerely praised: "Craftsmanship, should be rewarded!"

During a meal, there was nothing left of the two fat chickens, and I saw Lao Kong still holding two chicken leg bones to knock the bone and suck the marrow, and the second son, who had already finished sucking the bone marrow, smashed it and smashed it, full of greasy fingers, and a happy expression of fascination.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Yangsheng shouted, the words were correct and round, authentic Beilai dialect.

It seems that Jiang Yangsheng forgot his other identity a long time ago, the second son of the prince of Beilai, in his own opinion, is more like a swordsman who walks the rivers and lakes with Lao Kong, but he has one less sword, two points of righteousness, and three martial arts than other chivalrous swordsmen who fight swords.

I don't know if Lao Kong knows what Jiang Yangsheng is thinking, but with his shout, he picked up the burden of luggage and limped after him.

How can there be no sturdy horse in the rivers and lakes, it turns out that there is, a favorite sweaty BMW of the king of Beilai, Jiang Loan, can't help but be greedy, and he also gave it to the pawnshop in exchange for food.

After walking for about a day, when it was almost dark, the master and servant saw the shadow of Bashu City in the distance.

In Jiang Yangsheng's opinion, this city is not grand enough or magnificent enough, and it can be taken by Beilai's well-trained siege team with three charges.

The city was getting closer and closer, and they could even clearly see the hideous scale armor and the long knives glowing with cold light of the guards, but Jiang Yangsheng and Lao Kong watched as the huge gate of the solid wood carvings slammed shut and splashed a large cloud of dust.

They were locked out of the city gate, Jiang Yangsheng was first a god, and then he scolded, not only scolding Bashu for not knowing how to be hospitable, and then scolding Jiang Loan, the king of Beilai, for being ruthless, and then scolding himself for not being angry, why is he not the son of the world but added two words in front!

Jiang Yangsheng has suffered this kind of humiliation, even if he is a second son of Beilai, how magnificent he was when he traveled before, but the feathered phoenix is not as good as a chicken, who will believe it if he shouts under the city gate with his current decoration that he is the second son of Beilai?

After scolding, Jiang Yangsheng sat down and took a big sip of water from the water bladder, and then scolded.

The curfew in the city is extremely harsh, so naturally it will not open the door because of Jiang Yangsheng's random scolding, and the guards are happy to have a lively night with someone, otherwise it will be deserted and boring at night.

I couldn't scold anymore, Jiang Yangsheng kicked Lao Kong, who was napping against the city wall, Lao Kong snorted reluctantly, and moved a place for Jiang Yangsheng to lie down.

Sleeping until midnight, the wind poured into the clouds, the sky thundered, and the atmosphere was depressed to the point of abnormality, coupled with the snoring sound of Lao Kong beside him, Jiang Yangsheng opened his eyes, at this time, the sky was groggy, and the thunder in the distance really came, and I am afraid that there will be a downpour in a while.

Jiang Yangsheng moved his land to the city gate hole, and he didn't wake up the old hole who was snoring.

When Jiang Yangsheng moved the nest, the heavy rain was pouring down, and the old hole in the rain got up like a cat that had been stepped on its tail, hugging his head and running away, Jiang Yangsheng, who had already been sleepy, laughed heartily, and when the old hole like a soup chicken dragged and ran to the city gate, he just smirked, and then found a dry place and went to sleep.

Jiang Yangsheng didn't feel sleepy anymore, staring at the thunderous sky in a daze!