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Chapter 83 Taibai Mountain Matters (please collect! Ask for tickets!)
Not long after, the two old men walked down the mountain slowly.

One Zhao Rong was familiar with, a Liuyi layman he had seen in the daytime, sniffing the mouth of the gourd and greedy for drinking and drinking.

There was another Zhao Rong who was completely unfamiliar. The old man was dressed in a simple Confucian shirt. Although his face was old, he was full of black hair. He was energetic and had bright eyes.

It must be the ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Wenruo's great-grandfather.

Zhao Rong went forward with Lin Wenruo to welcome him.

Lin's ancestor glanced at Lin Wenruo, and threw something in his hand at will. Immediately, his eyes immediately turned to the young scholar, and said with a smile:

"You are Zhao Ziyu, I don't know how many times the dog has talked about you in front of me, and I can hear the cocoon in my ears. The dog said that you are as bright as a jade tree, and you are very beautiful. The old man didn't believe it before, but now I see this great-grandson. , I didn't lie to the old man!"

Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and squinted at Lin Wenruo, who was rarely embarrassed.

dog?This nickname is good enough!
Folk customs in various places are more consistent in the matter of taking nicknames, that is, the more ugly and vulgar the nickname is, the more children can grow up and not die.

Zhao Rong nodded immediately and said in a serious tone, "You don't have to be polite, old gentleman, just call me Ziyu. I said that Lin Wenruo had some kind of shit luck, and he actually has a look that is a little more handsome than the boy. Now I know it. , it turned out to be the blessing of the old gentleman and inherited one-tenth of your heroic appearance."

Lin's ancestor laughed when he heard the words, but felt that the boy in front of him became more and more pleasing to the eye.

Lin Wenruo's mouth twitched.

You tout each other, don't get on with me, where did I say these words...

Lin Wenruo watched helplessly as his great-grandfather and his friends chatted more and more, especially when his grandfather hugged him when he was three years old, the whole thing about urinating all over his body was shaken out.

And Zhao Rong glanced at him with a smile from time to time, which made him feel a little ashamed.

This is some wonderful old ancestor on the stall, and so is Tzuyu, alas, making friends carelessly.

Lin Wenruo shook his head and looked down at the golden elixir that his ancestor threw to him in his hand. There was still warm blood on it. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the golden elixir with a chuckle. The conversation between the two around him.

"Tzuyu, what's your age?"

Zhao Rong's heart was not good, but he answered truthfully, "Eighteen years old."

"This is not too small, is there a marriage?"

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, he was interrupted.

The black-haired old man said to himself: "Well, it doesn't matter if you have it, that, dog, dog, don't wipe it, do you still have a cousin? The old man remembers that I heard you say it when I left the customs last time."

The Confucian scholar Qi Chang, who was busy with his work, looked down and said helplessly, "Grandpa, when you left the country eight years ago, your cousin Xin'er was just born... There are really no women of the right age in the direct line, and the next line is afraid of being wronged. Tzuyu, or I would have matched it long ago."

The ancestor of the Lin family said solemnly: "Oh, is that right? Marriage is a major event in life. It doesn't matter if you are earlier, you will be eight when you are eight..."

"Cough cough cough cough." Zhao Rong coughed wildly beside him.

Just as Zhao Rong was about to speak, someone already spoke for him.

Layman Liuyi put down the wine gourd, smashed his mouth, and then sneered, "Heh, second Lin, don't make a fool of yourself, Zhao Gongzi can argue and win a gentleman at a young age, and his future is incalculable. , where did you Lin family girls climb high, don't delay Zhao Gongzi's future."

The ancestor of the Lin family was not happy when he heard it, "Okay, you old drunk..."

The two old men seemed to have a very good relationship, and they had no taboos in their words and deeds in private, and the Liuyi layman was not as serious as in the daytime. Zhao Rong smiled and watched them quarrel, feeling a little childish.

But at this moment, a blue-clothed Taoist priest suddenly descended from the mountain.

Stopped not far from the four, standing in the shadows, waiting with hands down.

Lin Wenruo, who was wiping the golden pill in his hand with a chuckle, slowly lowered the corners of his raised mouth and laid it flat.

He blinked and wiped the golden core more carefully. He stared at the large number of sky marks on the golden core, as if he wanted to see what was inside.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at the standing Taoist priest, a little curious.

At the same time, the ancestor of the Lin clan suddenly stopped talking, turned his head and apologized to Zhao Rong: "Ziyu, the old man is leaving first, if the dog has something that is not well received, you come to me, and I will take care of you. beat him."

After he finished speaking, he instructed Lin Wenruo a few more words, and went down the mountain with Layman Liuyi.

The overall situation has been set, and they no longer need to take action here, just leave it to the younger generation.

After the two old men left, the waiting shadow not far above walked quickly to Lin Wenruo, bowed and clasped his fists, "Master, she is in the Osmanthus Flower Forest."

"It's hard for you, go down." The man who lowered his head to wipe said softly.

Zhao Rong fixed his eyes and raised his brows. This blue-clothed Taoist priest was the fat Taoist Chen Hongyuan that he and Lin Wenruo had met when they first met the Drunkard Pavilion.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips. He knew some of these things. At the dinner party that day, Lin Wenruo told him roughly how to "directly tell" Chong Xuguan that he was a first-class horse...

Chen Hongyuan responded with a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, then turned his head and smiled at Zhao Rong before turning to go down the mountain.

Just before leaving, the fat Taoist stopped and looked back at the Chongxuguan, which had already lit up with fire and smoke, and turned his head shortly after, and strode away.

Lin Wenruo's shoulders slumped slightly, and he finally finished the work in his hand, or in other words, all the work tonight, and he could finally do his own thing.

The Confucian scholar Qi Chang threw the golden pill in his hand to his friend, and the latter took the warm golden pill that was cut out not long ago, without looking at it much, and took it into his arms.

Zhao Rong glanced at the thousand-year-old Taoist temple that was on fire on the mountain. The beating flame was like an orange giant walking in its palace, reflecting its light on the black screen, and every pair of eyes were addicted to it.

Lin Wenruo moved.

Turned around and walked to a forest somewhere on the side.

Zhao Rong paused for a while and followed slowly.

Zhao Rong followed him to turn left and right. In some places where Zhao Rong thought there would be no way at first, he could always find the most ingenious shortcut.

He seemed to be familiar with this enemy's territory, as if he had been there a thousand times before.

Zhao Rong followed him on the rocks across the stream, jumped over the trees, and groped for the depths of the remote back mountain.

At a certain moment, Zhao Rong even felt that the two of them were like two naughty children, because he felt that there were some imaginative paths that only urchins full of curiosity and creativity could think of.

As an adult, I have become accustomed to following the rules and driving on the right road like a carriage.

Finally, the two crossed the last mountain spring and stepped on the bluestone slab.

A squeak sounded.

This is a mountain road that Zhao Rong is familiar with. It twists and turns from the foot of the mountain to the red lacquer gate on the mountain that once stopped Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong followed in his footsteps and stepped up the mountain.

The mountain road at night is deeper and deeper, and the firelight on the top of the mountain in the distance seems to have not visited this quiet area at all. Here and the front mountain are like two worlds, and all the stories that happen on the other side of Taibai Mountain seem to have nothing to do with it.

But it also has its own story going on. For example, the two children in a certain story, a boy and a girl, both came back here tonight.

A faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted through the nostrils.

Zhao Rong stopped in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus forest that he had seen once, and watched the tall Confucian scholar's back gradually disappear.

Since then, Guilin has remained silent, and not a single sound has come out.

This deep mountain forest seems to want to hide all the stories quietly.

Finally, after a long time, he came out.

He was still alone, just carrying a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus.

Hands covered with moist soil.

The night hides its color.

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PS: Two more will be in the evening tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)