There was a Tang Dynasty, the traffic was developed, and it was not an exaggeration to say that all roads lead to Chang'an, correspondingly, starting from Chang'an, you can naturally go to most of the states and counties in Datang along the post roads that extend in all directions. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Starting from Chang'an, going to Qingzhou, there are two roads in the north and south, all the way to Hedong, all the way to the eastern capital, Wang Xiaoquan chose the north road, starting from Chang'an, all the way to the eastern capital Luoyang, and then turning to the east, more than one day, came to Zichuan.

This is already the last county town on the journey, and when he arrived here, Wang Xiaoquan was so excited that he cried.

That's right, just crying!

People say that the children of poor families are in charge of the family early, since Wang Zhutou died outside Chang'an City, as the only male in the whole family, even if he is only eleven years old, Wang Xiaoquan has also taken on the heavy responsibility of establishing a household, not to mention that under the care of Yang Fenglou, he once went to the three towns of Heshuo with Guiheban, and at the age of fifteen, he is definitely well-informed.

However, he never imagined that going out alone would be so troublesome!

When he left Chang'an, Wang Xiaoquan imagined that this time he would go to Qingzhou, he would rather spend more money on accommodation, and he would never leave the Datang Post Road, even if he walked a few more miles on the post road, he would not drill the forest and cross the mountains, after all, safety is the first place in walking the rivers and lakes.

However, after he really embarked on the journey to Qingzhou, Wang Xiaoquan sadly found that it was not the case at all.

From Chang'an to Luoyang this way, it's okay, after all, the post road between the capital and the eastern capital is the most important section of the Tang Post Road, which is very prosperous, although Wang Xiaoquan is a white ding, and is not qualified to enjoy the various services of the post station, but next to all the post stations, there will be all kinds of hotels and restaurants, specializing in the trading of merchants, as long as there are copper coins in the waist money bag, what kind of service you want to have, you can definitely make people feel at home.

In fact, this section of the road is also the most comfortable section of Wang Xiaoquan's walking, a journey of thirty miles, four journeys a day, hungry roadside restaurants, thirsty dun ditch tea stalls, tired, just find a hotel to rest, if you are lucky, the hotel also sells dry food, just eat a few bites, it is one hundred and twenty miles a day.

However, this kind of good days, after he left the eastern capital of Luoyang, are gone forever, and as his footsteps continue to move towards Qingzhou, the situation is getting worse and worse.

All the way to the east, the post station is not only getting narrower and smaller, but also becoming more dilapidated, even with the various shops around the post station, the level is falling more and more, the conditions are getting worse and worse, the price is getting higher and higher, don't complain, the number is getting smaller and smaller, Wang Xiaoquan even when passing through Fuzhou, he was stunned that he did not find a hotel outside the post station, and squatted outside the post station to endure a night, and was almost arrested by the night patrol post guard as a gangster.

That's not all, not only has lodging and eating become a problem, but the post road is not very peaceful.

Wang Xianzhi and others have been poisoning the world for a long time, and the destructive power on the local area is enough to make people jaw-dropping, not to mention anything else, let's just say that Caozhou, Fuzhou, and Puzhou where Wang Xiaoquan passed, it is really thousands of miles of uninhabited, and the post road is overgrown with weeds.

What bothers Wang Xiaoquan the most is that the post road is full of lush trees, and the woods are so dense that you can't even see the edge at a glance, not only are there all kinds of wolves, tigers and leopards, but also thieves who cut the path from time to time.

After years of cultivation, Wang Xiaoquan has achieved the seven-grade Jianghu martial arts, an ordinary beast, naturally no longer talking, his biggest headache is to encounter thieves.

If these thieves are extremely vicious, it is easy to say, the knife in their hands falls, and the corpse is divided into two parts, which can be regarded as Wang Xiaoquan's elimination of harm for the people.

However, these thieves are so miserable that it is unbearable to witness.

He didn't have a decent piece of clothing, he jumped out of the jungle shirtless, his ribs were clearly visible, his head was full of white hair, his teeth were about to fall out, and he was shouting "I opened this mountain, I planted this tree" with a leaky mouth......

There are also seven or eight-year-old children, carrying a rock, dragging younger brothers and sisters, all shouting "leave to buy road money"......

It's all the people who were harmed by Wang Xianzhi's rebels!

Therefore, Wang Xiaoquan was "intercepted" all the way!

In the end, every time he passed by the post station, he had to find a way to prepare more dry food in case he needed it.

It was nothing at first, but over time, Wang Xiaoquan sadly found that the coiling on his body was almost used up, how he looked forward to a normal robber appearing, but unfortunately, until he used up all the silver money on his body, no young man appeared in front of him, so he couldn't help but scold, Changbai Mountain's hometown of Zhishilang, how could the level of this thief drop so much!?

Anger is anger, and it is necessary to move forward.

To tell the truth, when Wang Xiaoquan came to Zichuan, he only relied on wild fruits to satisfy his hunger along the way, and his eyes were almost blue with hunger!

"It's almost there, it's almost there, three journeys and ninety miles, half a day's effort, you can get to Qingzhou ......"

Wang Xiaoquan can only comfort himself like this, although he also knows that when he goes to Qingzhou, no one answers, it is estimated that he will have to live a period of starvation, but now, going to Qingzhou has become an obsession in his heart, as if when he arrives in Qingzhou, everything will be fine, in addition, in the deepest part of Wang Xiaoquan's heart, there is an unspeakable hope, Qingzhou is at least a prosperous state and county, whether it is a business trip, or a village, there must be a lot, I really can't live, I can't say anything else, I can only learn from those who cut the path, do some business without capital, and it's a big deal to double the reward in the future。

As soon as he thought of this, he pulled his belt fiercely, and Wang Xiaoquan was about to step forward, but he didn't want to, when he passed by the hotel next to Zichuan Station, he heard a voice.

"Once upon a time, there was a Zhuge Liang, my gossip was stronger than him, he counted it as raining on a cloudy day, and I counted the sun on a sunny day......"

Wang Xiaoquan has no money on him, and when he sees a place like a post inn, he usually walks around, for no other reason, he really can't stand the smell of food wafting out there.

Originally, passing by Zichuan Station was the same, but I didn't expect that this voice was a little familiar, I don't know where I heard it, Wang Xiaoquan subconsciously looked at it, and happened to see a Taoist priest, wearing Taoist clothes, wooden hairpins, holding a bamboo pole, holding a long flag, with two lines of words written on it: "I know five hundred years before, and I know five hundred years later", "Iron mouth straight break"!

Facing Wang Xiaoquan's gaze, the Taoist priest smiled slightly, then turned to the diners in the inn, and said loudly:

"Poor Dao, Zhenwu Palace, Saiwolong!" (To be continued.) )