I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 66 Yi Zhuang and the Swordsman

The green hills are like ink, and the clouds are idle.

On the dirt road in the mountains, the Taoist is in front and the horse is behind.

The dirt road is only three to five feet wide, and there are often collapses and breaks. It is no problem for people to walk, but bay red horses have to be more careful when walking along it.

A swallow is circling in the sky.

It's cool today too.

Song You raised his head and looked at the sky, but he couldn't see anything, but he sensed the changes in the aura of the world and the seasons, and felt that it would not be so sunny today.

It's just that whether it's sunny or rainy, it's almost the same.

Song You continued to move forward slowly.

Where is the way forward?
To be honest, he doesn't know either.

Only go south.

Seeing a clump of thorny moss growing on the side of the road, when Song You passed by, he broke a few at random. The bamboo shoots that just emerged in spring are really tender and brittle. It just broke.

The thorn moss is similar to the Chinese rose, and it looks alike, and the tender bamboo shoots that emerge in spring and autumn are all edible.

About the thickness of chopsticks, break it gently to tear off the outer skin. Inside is a green and translucent tender stalk, which looks like lettuce. When you put it in your mouth, it has a very crisp taste, sweet and sweet, with a A very light plant aroma.This is the case with snacks these days. They are all over the place, original ecology, and different tastes, but it is not fun to go to the mountains to find and pick them yourself.

Not long after, a swallow glided over lightly, stopped on the horse's neck, glanced into the cloth pocket sewn on the quilt bag, and then looked at Song You.

"Sir, there are wild fruits in front of me. I have seen monkeys eat them. They are already ripe and bright red. There are grasslands and streams beside them."

"Thanks a lot."

"It's not hard."

At this time, I saw a shaking in the cloth pocket.

A fluffy little head popped out, eyes half-closed, pupils are a thin line, looking left and right in a daze:
"Where are you?"

"On the way."

"Didn't you move around?"

The cat stuck its head out a little more, looking left and right.

The swallow flew up again, away from the three-flowered cat.

"Sir, I will show you the way."

"it is good."

Song You followed his direction.

Not far from Anqing County yesterday, this Yan'er came to find him and said that he would send them all the way out of the border of Xuzhou.

And it is really thanks to him that he can find a suitable resting place every time.

Because he is at a high altitude, he can see the fruit and water sources hidden in the mountains and forests at a glance. If he is close, he will take Song You and the horse there; Guozi came through the forest after fetching water, and his body was scratched several times by thorn branches.

This is still the case today.

After walking for a short distance, I saw a small brook. The gurgling water of the brook makes people feel calm when listening to it, and it is clear and clear to the bottom.

Next to it, a bush climbs the cliff and also climbs the tree. It bears fruit, which is a thumb-sized, oval-shaped red fruit. It is deep in the mountain and no one comes to pick it. The fruit is very dense.

"Goat milk fruit."

Song You recognized it.

This is also considered rare.

I reached out to pick one first, couldn't wait to wash it, just wiped it and put it into my mouth, I felt that the juice was rich, and the sweet and sour taste permeated, and the fatigue along the way was reduced by half.

The rest are picked off slowly and washed in the stream. Today, steamed buns are invited as the staple food, and some wild fruits are eaten after the meal. Isn't it a fairy day?
Take some with you when you go.

It was only in the middle of the afternoon that the wind blew up in the mountains, and the sky gradually became gloomy.

Yan'er flew down early, told him that it might rain today, and then flew away to the distance again, flying higher and higher in the gray sky, flying farther and farther, and soon disappeared.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, making the cloth pocket tremble.

The sky is getting darker and darker, as if it is going to be dark.

The three-flowered cat came out of the cloth pocket again, and the hair on the head was also messed up, which looked a little strange:
"It's very windy."

"Empress Sanhua should come down and take a walk. If she stays in the cloth pocket for a long time, she will turn into a fat cat."

"Empress Sanhua won't."

"Walk more and take a look at the scenery."

"Miss Sanhua walked all morning."

"Take a walk in the afternoon, so as not to run around at night."

"Cats can't go too far."

"Empress Sanhua is comparable to ordinary cats."

"..."

"What do you think of Mistress Sanhua?"

"It's very windy."

"Yes."

Sanhuamao quietly retracted into the cloth pocket again, only a vague voice came out: "Let's go tomorrow, I'll go tomorrow..."

As if speaking to herself.

Song You smiled and shook his head.

Swallow flew back again.

The wind is so strong that Yan'er can hover steadily in the air as long as she spreads her wings without fanning or doing anything.

"Sir, I see a small town in front of me, but it may be evening when I go there. If you go further on from here, you will reach the main road not far away. There is a shelter from the rain and a house from the wind on the main road. , but I think something is wrong there."

"What's wrong?"

"Somewhat cloudy."

"Is that so..."

Thought it was some kind of trouble.

"Sir, it's going to rain."

"not yet."

"Sir, you can ride on the horse, and I will lead the way. You only need to trot for a while, and you can get there."

"Not urgent."

"it is good."

The swallow flew to the front again.

It’s also interesting to say, this is a very shy little demon, he hesitates to speak, but after staying with Song You for a few days, it seems that Song You gradually realizes that Song You doesn’t really care whether he is shy or not, and he doesn’t care at all. Whether he speaks, what tone he uses, loudly or softly, he doesn't even care what he does or whether he does or not, so when he gets along with Song You, he becomes more at ease.

Even talking a little more.

"Ding dong..."

Accompanied by the sound of the horse bell and the wind, it is quite artistic.

Song You still kept pace, the rain was not in a hurry to fall, he was not in a hurry to hurry, as if there was some kind of tacit understanding.

That's fine too.

About two quarters of an hour later, Song You finally reached the main road, the trees on the road were rattling by the wind, and after a further walk, he arrived in front of the house that Yan'er said could provide shelter from the wind and rain.

"It's the official Yizhuang..."

Song You looked up and stared at the sign above his head.

In front of him was a large dilapidated old house.

There is a signboard on the door with the word "Yizhuang" written on it, and there are a few pieces of talisman paper pasted on it, but the cinnabar on the talisman paper has long been muddy by the rain. I don't know how effective it was, but it must be useless now .

Song You led his horse to the gate of Yizhuang, and took a few glances.

Sure enough, there is some gloom.

But as far as he was concerned, it was the unpleasant smell inside that made him feel even more uncomfortable.

"gentlemen……"

A swallow's voice came from above: "Do you want to stay here tonight? It hasn't rained yet, so I can go and see how far the city is."

Song You heard the words but looked at the room again.

There are two kinds of Yizhuang in Dayan.

One is the charitable land in the clan, and all the proceeds are used to support the elders of the ancestors and provide education for the young children of the clan.

One is Guanjia Yizhuang.

The official Yizhuang was first built in this dynasty, and the imperial court paid for the establishment of a special place for temporary parking of coffins. Most of them are in the city, and some are outside the city. The coffins parked here are usually not available for a variety of reasons. Find a place for burial, even those who cannot be buried due to poverty, or who have died in other places, transport the corpse back to the hometown for burial, and park it temporarily.

Or the dead body is ominous.

There are only two sets of coffins in the Yizhuang in front of me, both of which are made of logs without paint, the one on the left is still very new, and the one on the right has been placed for an unknown amount of time.

The new coffin should be temporarily parked, and the old coffin is unclaimed.

Song You looked at the foot of the wall again.

There was a pile of dry wood.

This scene is familiar.

Song You couldn't help smiling, so he took the quilt from the horse and said to Yanzi:

"Just here, no need to find the way."

"But here..."

"Since you are traveling all over the world, where can't you stay overnight?" Song You paused, "It just happened to be today, and it happened that I came here, maybe it was fate."

"Yes!"

"Come down and rest."

"No need."

Yan'er glanced at the eaves: "There is a swallow's nest here. The original owner of the nest must have gone to the south for the winter and hasn't come back yet. I'll just stay here for one night."

"Alright."

Song You only sat down near the door.

The cold wind blew across the threshold of Yizhuang, bringing a bit of coolness to his face and blowing away the decayed smell in the house.

In fact, it's okay to get used to it.

The Sanhuamao was also diligent, and ran out into a human form, went to the corner of the wall to fetch dry firewood, lit up the fire, and then turned back into a cat, and got back into the cloth pocket, only showing a small head to look at him.

"You warm yourself up to the fire."

"Thank you, Empress Sanhua."

"Quickly roast, quickly roast."

"I'm baking."

"You're welcome……"

Sitting like this, the sky gradually darkened.

And the rain hasn't fallen yet.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

Song You poked his head slightly to go out, and saw a black-clothed swordsman riding a horse wearing a bamboo hat. His clothes were shaking wildly in the wind, and he arrived here soon.

"Appreciate~"

The horse stopped at the gate of Yizhuang.

The swordsman glanced at the house, hesitated for a few seconds, and then turned over, then led the horse to the eaves, unpacked his bag, and stepped through the gate.

"Polite..."

The black-clothed swordsman cupped his fists and greeted him first.

"Courtesy."

Song You also returned a salute, very polite.

I saw the swordsman took off the hat on his head, and the flames reflected a young face, quite handsome, but the wind and sun made his skin a little dark and yellow, and his lips were also chapped, which added a lot of vicissitudes. I think he is much older than his actual age.

With the light of the fire, Song You finally recognized that it was the young swordsman whom he had seen at the Liujiang Conference.

At the same time, the other party looked at him and was stunned for a moment.

"But the gentleman at the Liujiang meeting?"

"Fated."

"It is indeed a fate to meet you here!"

The young swordsman said something, but he didn't seem to mean to say more, otherwise, according to the rules of the world, he should report his family name, and he didn't even get close to the fire raised by Song You, but just found a seat in Yizhuang. Next, it happened to be near the old coffin.

Song You turned to look at him:
"You can come and warm up with one step."

"Good intentions, but I'm not cold."

"Is it really not cold?"

"Just a couple of sips of wine."

"That's good." Song You was not persistent, but said again, "Although it is late at this time, since there is Yizhuang, it means that it is not far from the city, and the rain has not yet fallen. There are horses under the feet, so why not take a walk Procedure?"

"I have no guide."

"Could it be that all the way to Anqing with one step, is it because of food and drink?"

"Not to mention sleeping in the open, I have slept in ruined temples in the wilderness, yizhuang outside the city, and pavilions by the roadside."

"Warrior of the rivers and lakes, you are really bold."

"Why are you afraid?"

The young swordsman took a sip of the wine from the jug, and casually glanced at the two coffins behind him: "When a person is dead, he is just a piece of meat. At most, it smells bad. In fact, it is easier to get along with than a living person."

"Then you have to be careful with your steps. The person in the coffin behind you may not agree with what you said."

"What do you mean? Are you talking to me, sir?"

"Not at all."

"what is that?"

"It's just that the one may get up tonight."

"Ah……"

The young swordsman sneered: "If he can really get up, I'll just buy him a drink, so what's the matter?"

Every word and sentence is full of arrogance.

However, it suddenly occurred to him that this gentleman had invited him to warm himself up by the fire just now, he hesitated for a while, and held out the jug again:

"Would you like to drink, sir?"

"I won't."

"it is good!"

The young swordsman withdrew his hand again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderclap, like the sky and the earth shattered.

The young swordsman couldn't help frowning, and looked back.

For some reason, although the thunder just now was deafening, he still heard a little noise, as if something in the coffin behind him trembled.

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