As soon as the black boots embroidered with dark green cloud and smoke patterns fell to the ground, the guards beside him turned over and dismounted one after another.
There was a white jade hanging on the young man's waist. When the white jade hit the car, it made a crisp sound.
The curtain raised by the driver lowered it again, covering the man sitting in the car.
"Master, then." the coachman said.
The young man looked up.
He had a handsome face, but he was too arrogant and indifferent.
Apart from making his beautiful white skin shine more dazzlingly, the sun seemed unable to take away the coldness on his body.
As for the young man, except for his slightly youthful appearance, he was already as tall as the coachmen and guards beside him.
In front of the long silent road, there are two wooden boards stuck upright.
There seemed to be writing on the wooden board, and the young man said: "Go get it."
The guard ran to retrieve it.
The words were written in green juice, two pieces were put together, and there were four big characters: "This road is blocked."
"Well..." The coachman looked at the words on it, "The front post station didn't say that this road can't be taken."
"What do I think?" The young man handed the board back casually, "Throw it away."
The guard took the plank.
But the young man held on to it and pulled it out again.
"Wait." The young man said.
He lowered his eyes to read the words on the wooden board, then raised his head to look at the road ahead.
"What's the matter, Master?" the coachman asked.
"This word is very beautiful."
The young man held the board and walked forward a few steps, looking around and then at the stone bricks on the ground.
Although it is an official road, in fact it has long been a barren mountain and wild land, but the characters on the wooden boards are clearly written by everyone.
The left and right sides are in harmony, the virtual and the real are open and closed, flowing and light, and the falling characters are powerful.
Moreover, such large characters are not easy to write, but they are written in one go on the wooden board, and the charm and style are ready to come out, like the sky breaking through the clouds.
Who would come here, and who would use this green juice without taking pen and ink with them.
Xia Zhaoyi came out from the wild forest on the other side of the river carrying a heavy baggage, leaning on a tree stick.
Looking up, he saw a handsome young man standing there on the official road opposite, holding a wooden board.
He looks good-looking, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, and he has a good demeanor, but he is a bit too gloomy.
Xia Zhaoyi wiped his sweat and looked at the wooden board in his hand.
The young man turned around feeling something.
The little girl in tattered clothes was sweating profusely and her hair was stained on her face, making her look dirty.
"Call her over." The young man said.
The driver looked over and shouted: "Girl!"
Xia Zhaoyi exhaled and walked towards the small wooden bridge over there.
"Why are there beggars here?" said the coachman. "It's so pitiful to be alone in a place like this."
The young man looked back at the writing on the wooden board and studied it carefully.
When Xia Zhaoyi came, the young man asked: "Have you seen anyone coming?"
When he spoke, he did not raise his head or even look at her.
Xia Zhaoyi wiped his sweat again and shook his head: "No."
"How long have you been here?" The young man looked sideways.
They are only four or five years apart in age, but they are quite different in size.
One is tall and the other is short, Xia Zhaoyi has to raise her head to look at him.
"You want to ask who erected this board, right?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"you know?"
"I."
The young man didn't know how to react. He paused and said, "You? What are you?"
"I wrote it and I established it."
The young man frowned slightly and looked into her eyes.
The eyes are clear and bright, without fear, like autumn water under the moon.
There are blue and purple spots on the corners of the eyes, lips and cheeks, and there are many red marks on the neck.
He was dressed in rags, and the soles of his shoes were still tangled with vegetation and sand.
"Did someone ask you to say this to cover for him?" the coachman asked.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said nothing.
Just believe what they believe. It doesn't matter to her whether she believes it or not.
"The road ahead is bad, so don't go there." Xia Zhaoyi wiped his sweat again, "This is not a joke."
After finishing speaking, he turned to leave.
"Wait!" the coachman shouted again, looking curiously at the contents of her bag, "What is that in your hand?"
Something seemed to be moving, drumming and drumming.
Xia Zhaoyi weighed it with one hand and smiled: "Snake."
"Snake?!" the coachman shouted.
The young man looked over: "Snake?"
Xia Zhaoyi was extremely hot, and her face turned red.
In the past few days, I had been climbing mountains and getting wet in the rain. In addition, Ah Li had a high fever, so when I caught the snake, I was not careful and was accidentally bitten.
Fortunately, she handled it quickly, bled quickly, cleaned quickly, and found herbs quickly.
Snake venom was not dangerous, but the herb she chewed made her sweat out layer by layer.
In fact, it’s okay to perspire, and it’s not bad for the body.
Wiping his sweat again, Xia Zhaoyi said: "Do you want them? They are all alive, and the snake gallbladders are still there. I have seven here. I will give you a cheap price, five taels, do you want them?"
The boy and the coachman looked at each other, then turned their attention back to her baggage.
"Really a snake?" asked the coachman.
"Do you want it?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.
She left without asking, and her body felt very uncomfortable.
The driver shook his head and stepped back: "What's the use of this? We..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a deep male voice in the car: "Let me see what kind of snake it is."
Xia Zhaoyi turned back and looked towards the carriage.
A withered and dull hand lifted the car curtain, and there was a man sitting in the car, looking up.
If you only looked at his hands, you would think he was forty or fifty years old, but based on his appearance, he was probably in his twenties.
The man's eyebrows and face were very similar to that of the young man. His dark hair was long and hanging, and his complexion was pale. He looked lifeless and without energy.
Xia Zhaoyi walked towards him.
However, the driver stepped in front of her and stretched out his hand to stop her.
The young man looked at the coachman and said, "Let her pass."
The coachman let him go.
Xia Zhaoyi turned her head to look at the coachman, paused, and then looked back at the young man.
The young man was looking at her, their eyes met, and the young man's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
Xia Zhaoyi looked away, walked towards the carriage, carried the small bag containing the snake into the carriage, and stood beside the carriage to open it.
"You don't have to be afraid. I have pulled out all the fangs and put branches on them so they can't come out."
The man lowered his eyes and saw a bundle of snakes, squirming hard, and the cramped space made them very uncomfortable.
"You caught them all?" the man said.
"Whether it's me or not, I'm the one selling it anyway. If you want it, just five taels. If you don't want it, I'll leave. I won't bargain." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Zhiyan." The man looked at the boy, "I bought it."
"Pay." The young man said to the driver.
The driver was a little reluctant, took out the money from his wallet, looked at the little girl strangely, and handed it over: "Here."
"Thank you."
Xia Zhaoyi took it, thought about it, and then looked back at the man in the car: "Do you still want it? If you want it, you can reserve it. I'll catch it now and bring it to you."
"Hey!" the coachman couldn't help shouting.
After calling out, the boy gave me a sideways look.
The coachman hesitated and closed his mouth.
The man smiled and said tiredly, "No need."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded, looked at the man's face, and smiled: "Okay, let's just say goodbye."
Although the men's appearance is terrible, their appearance shows that they are not ordinary people. There are always talented healers.
