Thunder rolled across the dark sky, and the sound of rain enveloped the world. Coming out of the ruined temple on the border of Tongshan, the heavy rain in July had been falling for two consecutive days.
In the vast water vapor, Chen Yuan leaned back leisurely, while the old cow looked at the bundle of green grass hanging in front of him with a rather speechless look, and walked slowly in the rain with his hoofs.
Fortunately, the rain shelter spell was cast, and when the rainwater fell about two feet away from the car, it would slide to both sides. At this time, we were still more than thirty miles away from the nearest city, and the road ahead became increasingly muddy and difficult to navigate.
After the rain-proof spell expired, Chen Yuan applied it again, put "Miscellaneous Mysteries of Huangchuan" in his arms, looked around, and suddenly there was an eagle chirping in the sky.
In an instant, a large eagle swooped down in the heavy rain, flapped its wings and landed at Chen Yuan's feet.
"The road ahead has been washed away by the flood?"
He understood the message from the eyes of the eagle. After withdrawing his magic power, the raptor folded its wings and turned into a wooden sculpture. The unhappy master inside took it back to the carriage and put it away. He held his chin and stared blankly at the continuous rain outside, listening carefully.
, actually counting the falling water drops.
There are many rivers in southern Hunan, and it is common for the rivers to swell when it rains. This time, not only the roads were flooded, but also the only wooden bridge in a radius of more than ten miles was destroyed.
Moo!
The old cow neighed, as if calling Chen Yuan, and pointed in the direction with his upturned muzzle. In the distance, he saw a roadside shop. The flags with the word "tea" on them were all drooping into a ball in the pouring rain.
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The old trees outside the tea shop were swaying in the wind and rain. There were donkeys and horses tied underneath, and the carriages were covered with oil paper cloth. They must have been passing merchants. Travelers had no choice but to rest in this shop to take shelter from the rain.
"...Oh, what the hell is going on with this damn weather? It's been raining for two days and God doesn't show any intention of stopping it."
"Why are you so anxious? You have never seen it rain for seven days in a row. Oh, that's really scary. Village after village has been wiped out."
On a rainy day, a group of people were sitting in a tea shop. The boiling teapot was puffing out white steam, and the voice of the old man serving the tea was particularly atmospheric.
"Sir, your hot tea."
"Same for you old man. You are still setting up a tea stall on a rainy day. You are not afraid that the heavy rain will wash away all your food and belongings."
"Haha, I'm afraid it's of no use. The old man is most afraid of not having money to take care of me... But it's okay, you guys can rest here so you can move on."
I wonder if the old man of the tea shop deliberately left these words, which aroused the curiosity of the three tables of guests. At this time, they heard the groan of the rolling wheels and turned their heads to look outside the tea shop. They saw an ox cart pulling a strange carriage.
Outside, a young man in light green robes led an old man in shabby clothes in, ordered two bowls of hot tea, and took five large cakes to a table in the corner.
There are many travelers in the three mountains and five mountains, and there is nothing curious about them. The three tables of guests were thinking about what they just said, and someone continued to ask: "Your old man just said half of the words, arousing our curiosity, but stopped talking. Please tell us what happened before?"
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"Sir, please warm up your tea and cakes for a while before bringing them over."
The old man from the store poured the tea and brought it to Chen Yuan and the crazy old man. Then he picked up the tray and said to the man: "Oh, what can I do? It's just a weird thing. These days are not good. Everything is happening. Officials are going to steal men.
During the war, many women were left widowed, and later they got married, thinking that if they moved to night, they would be able to avoid those military lords, right? But not long ago, a strange thing happened at the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall."
"What's weird?!" A group of young and old men stretched their necks after hearing the story.
Chen Yuan thought it was interesting at first. After all, he had always robbed women, and this was the first time he robbed a man. But later he felt a little uncomfortable, because ordinary people have to be robbed during the day and patronized at night?
He looked at the tea shop. Most of them were rough men who were traveling around, and there were also scholars who looked like teachers. They were eating cakes in silence and shabby. He seemed to notice that Chen Yuan was looking at him, turned his face, and nodded with a smile.
Then, he broke the pancake and ate it in small bites.
At this time, the old man over there was satisfied with the expressions of the guests seeking knowledge, returned to the back of the earthen stove, and then continued to speak.
"The Chen Clan Ancestral Hall is located in a relatively affluent village with a radius of twenty miles. The men and women in the village have no worries about getting married. The government has also been slapped with fines, and later they were arrested. Some families did not dare to hold weddings during the day, so they had to move them to night
I went to welcome the bride and invited a gentleman who understood yin and yang. It took a long time, but I didn’t know that as soon as the welcoming team left the village entrance, a strong wind blew, and everyone turned on their backs. Later, the groom’s official was gone, and only the groom was left.
A horse is still standing there."
"What else is there besides the strong wind?" the middle-aged scholar asked.
"There's nothing." The old man shook his head and fiddled with the pots and bowls while saying: "I heard from people who were present at the time that they followed the groom out of the village when the lanterns suddenly went out, the surroundings were dark, and the entrance to the village disappeared when they turned back.
It’s like they’re all alone in the dark, it’s scary.”
At this point, the old man lowered his voice and said: "But you don't know, but the people in the village said that the wedding team suddenly stopped moving on the road no more than two feet after leaving the village entrance. In the blink of an eye, the groom was on horseback.
It’s gone.”
Hiss~
I don't know if they were frightened by the old man's sinister words, or if what he said was too weird, so the men took a deep breath and stopped talking.
After a while, someone still spoke to liven up the atmosphere: "Don't talk about this, it's bad luck to talk about it on a rainy day."
Someone spoke, and naturally someone answered. He took over with a dry smile and said:
"It's actually not bad to drink tea on this rainy day. It would be more comfortable if there were more dramas to watch."
"Speaking of dramas, do you know that there have been a lot of new wood carving dramas recently, and they are all very beautiful. I like the character Zhang Fei in them the most. He has such a real temperament, and he kills people so neatly."
Someone joked: "If you were the one who was killed, you would wish Zhang Fei could show mercy! But speaking of it, this play is indeed very good. I heard that the troupe is also quite famous. It is divided into several groups and performs everywhere. Some of them are almost running away
Luozhou.”
"There's going to be a war over there, run over there, you're not delivering food to the barbarians!"
"If they really meet each other, it's their bad luck. Forget it, let's drink tea and drink tea. It's fate that you all meet here. Come and have a full cup!"
A group of men in the tea shop raised their glasses and started shouting. Chen Yuan followed suit with a smile and signaled to the scholar over there, who also raised his glass.
Chen Yuan put down the cup, and then saw the five pancakes on the plate, with only some scraps left.
"What do you want me to do? I'm hungry, so I can't eat more."
"Of course you can eat more. Master, if it's not enough, ask the store to make more."
While chatting and joking, I called the shopkeeper to bake a few more sheets, listening to the whining of the wind outside the shed, and the blowing raindrops hitting the tea shed at an angle.
In the sound of rain and wind.
Chen Yuan blew the steaming hot air, put the tea cup between her lips, and quietly listened to a group of men in the shed blowing about strange things from all over the world, and gradually became fascinated.
Make him feel comfortable.
"The smoke and fire in the world..."
Unknowingly, it was getting dark, and it was impossible to travel on a rainy night. It became a habit for a group of wandering men to stay overnight, and they all asked the old man in the store to help him go to his village.
Of course, the rent had to be paid, and the old man knew it, so he came down, packed up his belongings, picked up his burden, and braved the heavy rain to summon a group of people to follow him.
Chen Yuan was among them, and he happened to be walking on the same road as the middle-aged scholar. The two of them crossed hands and entered the village together that the old man mentioned.
The villagers who came out after hearing the commotion came with torches. They took photos of everyone's faces one by one. After listening to the old man's words, they simply vacated a big house for them to live together, so as not to separate each family.
It's hard to find someone if anything happens.
"It's not peaceful here lately. Don't run out in the middle of the night."
When the young men left, someone warned everyone, which made a group of business travelers feel a little uneasy. Is there really something there?
One of them looked at the scholar's appearance and quickly raised his hand: "Sir, I see that you are also knowledgeable. What do you think of this matter?"
"The house is occupied, what else can I do? If I really want to encounter what the old man said, I can't do it."
The middle-aged scholar smiled and cupped his hands at them: "But if one of you really encounters something strange, you might as well run towards the door of that person's room."
He raised his chin and pointed in the direction where the bullock cart was parked. A figure from behind opened the door and entered.