As he spoke, the old man Gao couldn't help but say, snatched the scale in my hand, and stood there selling dates, but I had nothing to do. Yang Xiaokang is obviously very familiar with Gao Lao, and he asked Gao Lao while collecting money: "Grandpa Gao, you are very familiar with the scale rod, have you sold vegetables before?"

Gao Lao said triumphantly: "I want to fight guerrilla with devils back then." I disguised myself as a farmer and went to the city to sell dates to engage in intelligence, and what I sold at that time was a cart of golden dates. Alas, fifty or sixty years...... I was your age back then. ”

I don't know why I suddenly asked: "Old man, didn't you care when you went to the city to sell dates? Did they let you sell them?"

Old man Gao was inexplicably asked by me: "Devil, why don't you let the devil sell dates?"

Yang Xiaokang quietly kicked me at this time, signaling me not to say such things again. I also shut up and sat there with amusement, watching them, one old and one young, continue to sell dates. A cart of dates is 400 catties, and soon there will not be much left. It seems that Yang Xiaokang didn't lie to me, according to this degree, I came out of the noodle shop, and I really went and went back.

At this moment, the crowd gathered in front of the board car suddenly separated by a crack, and a middle-aged man in a double-breasted suit walked in and said as he walked: "Xiaokang! What are you doing here? I heard that you set up a stall at the door to sell dates, did you take the wrong medicine? Shame is not shame!"

This middle-aged man looked angry, I saw that his face was a little like Yang Xiaokang, it seemed that he had seen it somewhere, and after thinking about it, he suddenly remembered! I saw it on TV. This face often appears in Wucheng newspapers, he is the leader of Wucheng, the local top leader, and Yang Datong, secretary of the Wucheng Municipal Party Committee.

Looking at the very similar facial features of Yang Datong and Yang Xiaokang, I understood everything at this moment. Yang Xiaokang is not the boss of the underworld, but the only son of the secretary of the Wucheng Municipal Party Committee. Secretary Yang has only such a son, and Secretary Yang's father-in-law, that is, Yang Xiaokang's grandfather, is said to be older than Secretary Yang's official and is an important leader in the province. No wonder those princes didn't dare to provoke Yang Xiaokang, and Yang Xiaokang ran here to sell dates, and even the doorman would take the initiative to send a stool.

Looking at Secretary Yang's face, he was angry, others didn't care about Yang Xiaokang, but he had to take care of this son. However, Secretary Yang's anger suddenly disappeared in an instant, turning into a warm smile, which changed faster than turning a book, because he saw Old Man Gao: "Old Secretary, are you also here, are you always selling dates?...... Don't make a mistake if you collect money well-off...... Old secretary, who are you helping sell dates?"

Old man Gao glanced at him and smiled: "It's really good to help an old friend sell dates......

If I am not mistaken, his name should be Gao Feiquan, who was a well-known combat hero in the Wucheng area before liberation, and served as commissioner of the Wucheng Prefectural Party Committee for a long time after liberation. The surname Gao Yang Datong and the one who called him the old secretary could only be this legendary old man who flew high and was very high. I only knew this old man's surname Gao before, but I didn't expect him to be Gao Feidu, whom I had heard of a long time ago.

This old man and young man stand beside me and sell dates, if it spreads, let alone this board car, it will be a truck, and it will be sold out this afternoon. However, while I was grateful, I felt a little sour in my heart, and I thought of my father's experience of wandering around the city this morning with 400 catties of golden dates. Mr. Gao and Yang Xiaokang are both good people, and they are all taking the initiative to help me. But I hope that the world doesn't need that kind of help. Gao Feidu and Yang Xiaokang were both Feng Junzi who instructed me to get acquainted, and it seems that he already knew their identities.

Why did the Wind Gentleman do this? I'm afraid it wasn't to teach me to cling to the powerful, right? Is it really like Sister Ziying once said, a cultivator may have to experience everything in this world? However, if the people in the world who want to cling to the powerful have this kind of seemingly unintentional scheming, it is also quite terrifying! Is this a kind of supernatural power? The supernatural power may not necessarily seek from the Tao, and the Feng Junzi can be regarded as a lesson for me.

......

This cart of dates was sold out in less than two hours. In the end, there were some left, I didn't sell them, Gao Lao and Yang Xiaokang packed a bag each, and I must let them take it back and taste it. The two of them didn't shirk either, and said with a smile that this was the labor income of my part-time job, and they took the dates home. When he returned to the noodle shop, he handed over the remaining bag of dates to Ah Xiu and gave the money to his father.

A cart of dates plus the noon sale sold for a total of 1,800 yuan. My father was already very surprised to see that I had sold out so quickly, and he was dumbfounded to see that I had sold for so much money. I explained for a long time before he left with peace of mind, and I thought that Grandpa Jin would be happy now, even if I thanked him for the pheasant he gave me.

After my father left, Sister Ziying sat across from me, looked at me with a smile and said, "Is Ono tired?"

"Don't be tired, don't forget that I'm a cultivator, what is this cart of dates! What is really tired is my father, and there are too few places for me to be a son to fulfill my filial piety. ”

Sister Ziying: "Tomorrow is your birthday, how are you going to spend it?"

"It's just a matter of passing, Sister Ziying, can you help me make a bowl of longevity noodles?"

Sister Ziying: "That's it? No, how can it be so simple." I just discussed with Ah Xiu that we will go out for an autumn trip tomorrow when the business is closed for one day, okay? I'm going to eat tonight, and I'm going to go out for a picnic tomorrow. ”

At this time, Ah Xiu came over with a plate of cleaned golden dates: "Washed clean, Brother Shiye, eat it quickly, it tastes good, and there is a medicinal fragrance...... It's great to go out tomorrow, and you can't say no. ”

"Picnic?Where to go?"

Sister Ziying glanced at me, her face seemed to be a little red: "How about going to Feiji Peak? That's where I grew up, and I haven't been back for a long time." Can I take you to see it? Even if you accompany me back to my mother's house. ”

Sister Ziying has said everything to this extent, how can I not agree?But the tone in her words was a little .......

I only heard Ah Xiu clapping his hands and said, "Okay, go to Feiji Peak, that's a good place!"

......

"How does the Heavenly Dao devour many haters. Smoking the piano is the song of Wucheng. The song says: The wind is rushing on the side of the city, and the cold well path destroys the remnants of the hills. Thousands of generations have done their best. This is a famous sentence in "Wucheng Fu" written by Bao Zhao, a great genius in the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Legend has it that 1,600 years ago, Emperor Xiaowu of the Song Dynasty, a doctor of the University and a member of the Chinese Scholars, Bao Zhao ascended to the end of the flying peak, and overlooked the troubled times of Wucheng from afar, and became famous for thousands of years. (Xu Gongzi's note: There have been book friends who have left messages asking where is Wucheng in iQue?, and here is its origin and allusions, so you don't have to look for it in the real map.) ）

The poet immortal Li Bai was greatly influenced by the literati of the Southern Dynasties, such as Xie Wei and Bao Zhao. He once wrote a poem "The birds fly high and the lonely clouds go alone", I don't know if it has anything to do with Wucheng Flying Peak. Feiqian Peak is the highest peak among the six peaks of Wucheng Jiulian Mountain. On the top of the main peak, there is a flying rock, and the boulders on the left and right stretch out, like a phoenix spreading its wings, and want to take off into the air. The middle of the boulder is very flat, like the back of a bird, which can accommodate several people to sit opposite each other. Sitting on the flying end rock, the peaks and peaks are in full view, the autumn colors are in full view, and you can see the dense population of Wucheng from a distance.

I sat on the Feiqian Rock and overlooked Wucheng in the distance, Sister Ziying sat beside me, leaning slightly on my shoulder. And Ah Xiu stood far away to the highest place where he spread his wings on the flying rock, like a fairy in the wind, looking at the world from afar. This girl probably forgot that she was still standing so tall in her skirt! From my point of view, as long as she was on one side, she could see the scenery under her skirt in the mountain breeze at a glance. I inadvertently looked up, accidentally saw pink pants and two white thighs, and turned my head away from my eyes.

Sister Ziying probably noticed it, she looked at Ah Xiu, and then stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of Wucheng, and said softly: "For five hundred years, I have often looked at the people from afar on this flying rock like Ah Xiu now. I have often wondered what kind of scene would it be like in that prosperous place? In the past 500 years, I have seen countless wars and changes, countless life and death, countless care and love, and countless human warmth...... I was scared and envious. I'd love to go through all of this one day, but I don't know what awaits me?"

"Are you satisfied or disappointed now that you're in the world?" I asked her.

Sister Ziying took the corner of my clothes with her fingers and looked into the distance and said, "Five hundred years ago, a man with a demeanor like a god brought his beloved Taoist companion to this Flying End Rock. He told her that as long as she wore Ziying's clothes, she could fly with him and travel the beautiful scenery of the world. ...... At that time, I had just been born, and I heard their conversation under the Flying End Rock, and I saw the two of them go together through the air. This was the opportunity for me to perceive the flickering movement of the Heavenly Dao Spiritual Sense, and I began my own cultivation from then on. I had a dream before I joined the WTO, hoping that one day I would also have this human affection, so I named myself Ziying. After five hundred years, I finally waited for you, you gave me Ziyingyi with your own hands, what am I not satisfied with?"

Her voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible, and her body unconsciously leaned over and quietly snuggled into my arms. In the light breeze of the mountains, there is the unique warm fragrance of her female body. I gently hugged her and asked, "Although you have Ziyingyi, it's a pity that we don't know the royal method, and you still can't fly to the sky?"

"Ziying clothes have another wonderful use, it is also a magic weapon for self-defense, with my five hundred years of cultivation, and then wear this Ziying clothes, which is no less than your golden dragon lock jade pillar. ...... Ishino, you fool, what I want is this sincere love, since I have a foothold with you, why do you have to fly to the sky?"

I don't know if I was infected by the atmosphere between me and Sister Ziying, Ah Xiu, who was standing at the top of Feiyan, suddenly waved in the air, and a bright green spotted bamboo flute appeared in his hand. I'm not mistaken, this flute did appear out of thin air, and it is impossible for Ah Xiu to hide such a thing. The flute seems to be made of bamboo, light green, and the whole body is shiny, and there are many goose-yellow marks on it, which are distributed like water droplets. The spotted flute appeared, Ah Xiu raised it to his lips, and played a melodious flute in the wind, and the sound of the flute spread all over the mountains.

Ah Xiu's music, Sister Ziying also stared into the distance and sang: "How does the way of heaven swallow many haters." Smoking the piano is the song of Wucheng. The city is cold and the well is ruined. What do you say about thousands of generations?" This is the "Song of Wucheng" in "Wucheng Fu" that has been passed down since ancient times. A few sentences are repeated and tactful, and the singing voice is clear and soft, like a dream, like smoke, like a fantasy.

At the top of Xiufeng, there are beauties such as jade, singing and music, and it is a rare enjoyment in the world, and suddenly I am also fascinated. The spotted flute in Ah Xiu's hand is very strange, I am now an invisible thing in the void, flying to the top of the peak, a trace of white mist drifts through the clouds, between Ah Xiu's hands, it is unblocked, as if the spotted flute does not exist!

I heard a man's voice under the Flying Rock say, "Invisible Weapon! Even cultivators rarely see that I actually met it today." Although I am proficient in refining weapons, I have never seen a real invisible magic weapon. ”

"Who is so rude! How dare you peep down there and watch out your eyes...... Sister Ziying, there are bad people peeking at me. "Saying this, Ah Xiu has already jumped down from the top of Feiyan and came to me and Sister Ziying's side. It turns out that this girl herself knows that standing in that place, the spring light leaks out at the bottom of the group, but she doesn't mind that I'm down there, and now I can't have someone else.

"Who told you to stand so high? No wonder people don't say they're bad people at every turn. Sister Ziying persuaded Ah Xiu while looking in the direction where the voice came from under the rock. I don't know why, her voice was a little nervous, and there was a hint of panic in her expression. I also stood up, a little puzzled, because the voice felt a little familiar. Flying to the end of the peak, the mountain is dangerous, the main peak has no way to climb, and it is difficult for ordinary people to come up, so it is inaccessible. I, Ah Xiu, and Sister Ziying are not ordinary people, and our senses and senses are very keen, and this person suddenly appeared here, and we didn't even show up before he spoke! Who could he be?

"In the lower Qiye Sanren Lingxiao Mountain, I heard the singing of the old people and came to meet. No offense, please don't blame this sister......" With the voice, a young man walked up to the Flying Rock.

"Sure enough, it's you!", "Why are you?", "Why are you there?" Sister Ziying, me, and the man spoke almost in unison, and there was surprise in their tones. The person who came was none other than the disciple Qiye who was sent away from Zhongnan!