It was less than five days' journey from Zhongnan Mountain, and the official road was less deserted than before with few people visible. At this time, the road was full of pedestrians, either in groups of two or three, or walking alone with swords.
At a glance, they are all tourists from the world. They are dressed in different styles. Some are only wearing T-shirts and shorts, with their breasts exposed, while others are wrapped up tightly, like foreigners from the north.
Although their styles are very different, they are heading in the same direction, which is the direction of Zhongnan Mountain.
At this time, there were horse-drawn carriages and four-person sedans on the official road. Looking at the strong figure, you knew that the bearer was not an ordinary person, but a martial artist. You could tell that the person coming was either rich or noble.
While an inconspicuous carriage was passing leisurely, a young man was sitting cross-legged on the roof, looking at the various people on the road with great interest. At this time, the carriage was moving very slowly, and it was walking side by side with some pedestrians.
The young man on the roof of the car glanced at the woodcutter walking slowly by the side of the road, casually took out a pear and threw it down. The woodcutter caught it in surprise, and when he looked up, he saw the young man on the roof of the car saying with a bright smile: "
Old man, this road is really busy this year."
The woodcutter glanced at the young man who was looking around lazily with his chin propped up. He hesitated for a while, wiped the pear in his hand on his chest, and then took a bite. The juice that burst out instantly made his old face wet.
Then he opened his mouth and said with a grin: "How sweet! Brother, how long has it been since you came back?"
Seeing that the young man spoke fluent local dialect, the woodcutter knew that he was not a foreigner.
"Well... I have been away from home for some years. I can't remember whether it was two years or three years. Hometown is better..."
The young man stretched out on the roof of the car and sighed. Seeing that he didn't have the airs of those rich people, the woodcutter also opened his chatterbox, walked side by side with the carriage, and gnawed clean the pears in his hands in twos and twos.
Jing, not even letting go of the core, swallowed it in one gulp, and said with satisfaction: "That's right, there is war and chaos outside, where can there be stability in my hometown? Brother, don't you know, a Nashi Villa has risen at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. These
People, even if you want to go there, the little old man also heard that there is a discussion to deal with a demon. He doesn’t know where he came from. People from all over the world are coming. Zhongnan Mountain is not peaceful now. "
The woodcutter looked around and said cautiously.
Hearing this, the young man raised the corner of his mouth, looked into the wind towards the distant mountains, and said with a smile: "The wind is blowing, so don't go out at night. The weather is going to change in Zhongnan Mountain..."
The woodcutter was moved in his heart, glanced at the somewhat careless young man, nodded and followed his gaze to the mountains opposite, and said: "Well, things are going to change."
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Soon, despite the heavy flow, the carriage drove to a market. After taking a look at the bustling outdoor teahouse, the young man on the roof suddenly asked to himself: "Do you want to get off the carriage?"
As soon as the words came out, there was silence for a while, and then a cold voice suddenly came from inside the carriage: "No."
"Hey, okay, I'll go down and have a seat." The young man was not surprised by this. It seemed that he already knew that the people in the car would not get out of the car, and it was just a routine question.
With one hand, the young man jumped off the roof of the car and strode towards the bustling teahouse: "Let's go, old man, let's have some fun."
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage door moved quietly, and a figure jumped out of the carriage, closely following the young man's footsteps.
The dark-faced young man drove the carriage to rest near the tea house. At this time, a pair of big eyes were hiding behind the car window staring at the tea house with people coming and going. He said excitedly: "Sister Long, let's go down and play too, okay. It’s so lively!”
"Not going."
"...."
Just by listening to the sound, you can feel the owner's disgust towards the noisy people outside. No wonder they don't want to show up.
After the black-faced young man parked the carriage, he also got out of the car and chased the young man in gray: "Sir, these people are not kind people."
The three of them were standing outside the teahouse, surrounded by people taking a rest. When they saw the three young men coming in, they all turned their heads and stared at them fiercely, with very ferocious looks.
"Hey, don't worry about what they are doing. If you are short-sighted, just chop them down." The young man in gray glanced at the group of vicious charlatans in front of him with a bright smile and said nonchalantly.
After speaking, he stretched out his hand to lift the ponytail behind his head and said: "Xiaoer!"
"Come on, Master!"
A boy immediately came quickly to the three of them.
"Is there still a table?"
The young man looked around and found that the teahouse was already packed with people.
"This... the shop is full, you see..." The waiter glanced at the young man in gray in embarrassment, rubbed his hands and said.
"Like this..." After looking around, the young man's eyes suddenly lit up and he found a lonely person sitting at a table, which was in sharp contrast to the crowd of diners next to him.
"Go and do your business, no need to say hello..." After dismissing the boy, the young man in gray went straight to the table of single diners.
"Brother, please help me set up a table." The young man in gray came to the main table and found that this person was also a young man, about twenty-seven or eighty years old. He looked very quiet, but there was a ring hanging on his left ear. A pair of gold earrings added a touch of evil to his quietness.
The young man did not raise his head when he heard this, but continued to drink wine leisurely: "You can do whatever you want."
"Hey, thanks." The young man in gray led the two of them to sit on the table.
The familiar one took out the wine gourd and said, "Two drinks?"
At this time, the quiet young man finally raised his eyes, quietly looked at the young man opposite with a warm smile, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth: "Okay."
The two people immediately greeted each other from afar, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the quiet young man pushed the three plates of side dishes on the table forward: "Here, eat."
The black-faced young man and the muscular man looked at the gray-robed young man without moving his chopsticks. The latter didn't think much about it. He picked out two chopsticks and picked them up. He took a bite of the oil-drenched chicken and sighed: "It's delicious."
After saying this, he greeted the two people around him and said, "Come on, come on, you guys should eat too. This brother kindly invites you. It would be rude not to eat."
The two hesitated for a moment, and finally started to eat with chopsticks. The quiet young man stared at the man in gray across from him, seeing his calm and unfaithful appearance, and suddenly laughed: "The rumors are indeed true. You are no better than the trash around you. He’s a character.”
After saying that, the young man opened a folding fan with a snap and started shaking it. The young man in gray saw that there was an impermanent ghost with his tongue hanging out on the back of the fan, which added a bit of weirdness to the image of this quiet young man.
Sitting on the bench with his knees raised, the young man in gray clothes picked up the wine gourd and drank. He took a big gulp and said, "How do you call it?"
"Zhang Yimeng."
"And you."
The young man in gray clothes was holding a wine gourd in one hand and suddenly grinned: "Dongzhang."