Not long after, two old men slowly walked down the mountain.
Zhao Rong was familiar with a layman from Liuyi whom he had met during the day. He sniffed the mouth of the gourd and drank too much.
There is another Zhao Rong who is completely unfamiliar. The old man is wearing a simple Confucian shirt. Although his face is old, he has black hair, is energetic, and has bright eyes.
Presumably, he must be the ancestor of the Lin family, Lin Wenruo's great-grandfather.
Zhao Rong and Lin Wenruo came forward to greet him.
The ancestor of the Lin family glanced at Lin Wenruo and threw something in his hand casually. Immediately, his eyes immediately turned to the young Confucian scholar and said with a smile:
"You must be Zhao Ziyu. I don't know how many times the dog has talked about you in front of me. My ears can hear the cocoons. The dog said that you are as bright as a jade tree and that you are very graceful. I didn't believe it before. But now that I see you, this great-grandson
, you didn’t lie to me!”
Zhao Rong's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world, and he glanced sideways at Lin Wenruo, who looked unusually embarrassed.
Dog? It’s so cool to get this nickname!
Folk customs in various places are relatively consistent in choosing nicknames, that is, it is believed that the more ugly and vulgar the nickname, the better the child will grow up and not die young.
Zhao Rong immediately nodded and said in a serious tone: "Old sir, you don't have to be polite, just call me Ziyu. I think Lin Wenruo got some shitty luck, and he actually has a more handsome appearance than the boy. Now I know it."
, it turns out that I was blessed by the old gentleman and inherited one-tenth of your heroic appearance."
The ancestor of the Lin family laughed when he heard this, and felt that the boy in front of him became more and more pleasing to the eye.
Lin Wenruo's mouth twitched.
You flatter each other, don't hit on me, where did I say these words...
Lin Wenruo watched helplessly from the sidelines as his great-great-grandfather and his friend became more and more animated as they chatted, especially when the ancestor even peeed all over him when he was three years old.
And the way Zhao Rong glanced at him with a smile from time to time made him even more embarrassed.
This is some kind of weird ancestor. Tzuyu is also the one who, alas, made careless friends.
Lin Wenruo shook his head and looked down at the golden elixir in his hand that his ancestor had thrown to him. There was still warm blood stains on it. He took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the golden elixir with a chuckle while listening.
Follow the conversation between the two people around you.
"Tzuyu, how old are you?"
Zhao Rong felt bad, but he still answered truthfully: "You are eighteen years old."
"This is not a big deal. Are you getting married?"
Zhao Rong was interrupted just as he was about to speak.
The black-haired old man thought to himself and said: "Well, it doesn't matter if you have it. Well, dog, dog, don't rub it. Do you have a cousin? I remember hearing you talk about it when I came out of seclusion last time."
Seeing that he could not get through, the tall Confucian scholar, who was busy with his work, raised his head and said helplessly: "Grandpa, when you left seclusion eight years ago, your cousin Xin'er was just born... There are really no girls of the right age in the direct line, and those in the collateral line are afraid of being wronged.
Tzuyu, otherwise I would have arranged it long ago."
The ancestor of the Lin family said seriously: "Oh, is that right? Marriage is a major event in life. If you don't worry about it earlier, you will be eight when you are eight..."
"Cough cough cough cough." Zhao Rong coughed crazily on the side.
Just when Zhao Rong was about to speak, someone already spoke for him.
Layman Liuyi put down his gourd of wine, smacked it in his mouth, and then sneered, "Hey, Mr. Lin, don't be so stupid as to make up the mandarin ducks. Mr. Zhao can win against gentlemen at a young age, and his future is unpredictable.
, you girls from the Lin family are so high up, don’t delay Young Master Zhao’s future.”
Ancestor Lin was not happy when he heard this, "You old drunkard..."
The two old men seemed to have a very good relationship, and they spoke and behaved freely in private. The Liuyi layman was not as serious as he was in the daytime. Zhao Rong smiled and watched their quarrel, which actually made him feel a little childlike.
But at this moment, a Taoist priest in blue suddenly came down from the mountain.
He stopped not far away from the four of them, standing in the shadows, waiting with his hands down.
Lin Wenruo, who was wiping the golden elixir in his hand with a chuckle, slowly lowered the raised corners of his mouth and flattened his lips.
He blinked and wiped the golden elixir more carefully. He stared at the numerous sky marks on the golden elixir carefully, as if he wanted to see clearly what it looked like inside.
Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced at the Taoist priest who was standing still, a little curious.
At the same time, the ancestor of the Lin family suddenly stopped talking, turned to Zhao Rong and apologized: "Tzuyu, I'm leaving first. If the dog is not treated well in any way, you can come to me and I will do it for you."
beat him."
After saying this, he gave Lin Wenruo a few more instructions and then went down the mountain with the Liuyi layman.
The overall situation has been decided, they no longer need to take action here, just leave it to the younger generation.
After the two old men left, the waiting black figure not far above quickly came to Lin Wenruo, bowed and clasped his fists, "Master, she is in the Osmanthus Forest."
"Thank you for your hard work. Come on down." The man who lowered his head and wiped his hands said softly.
Zhao Rong took a closer look and raised his eyebrows. The Taoist priest in blue was none other than the fat Taoist Chen Hongyuan he had met when he and Lin Wenruo first met Drunkard Pavilion.
Zhao Rong pursed his lips. He knew a little about these things. At that dinner, Lin Wenruo briefly told him how to "directly tell" Chongxuguan that he was a superior horse...
Chen Hongyuan responded, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then smiled sideways at Zhao Rong, turned around and walked down the mountain.
But before leaving, the fat Taoist priest stopped and looked back at Chongxu Guan, where fire and smoke had already lit up behind him. Soon after, he turned his head and strode away.
Lin Wenruo's shoulders slumped slightly. He had finally finished the work in hand, or in other words, all the work tonight, and he could finally do something of his own.
The tall Confucian scholar threw the golden elixir in his hand to his friend, who took the warm golden elixir that had just been cut out not long ago and put it into his arms without looking at it.
Zhao Rong glanced at the thousand-year Taoist temple that was on fire on the mountain. The beating flames were like an orange giant walking in its palace, reflecting its light on the black screen and every pair of eyes obsessed with it.
Lin Wenruo moved.
Turn around and walk towards the forest somewhere nearby.
Zhao Rong paused for a while and followed slowly.
Zhao Rong followed him and turned left and right. In some places where Zhao Rong initially thought there would be no road, he could always find the most ingenious shortcut.
He seemed to know this enemy territory very well, as if he had been there thousands of times before.
Zhao Rong followed him, stepping on rocks across the stream, leaping through the trees, and groping towards 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 unconstrained ways that only naughty children full of curiosity and creativity could think of.
As adults, we have become accustomed to following the rules and driving a carriage on the right road.
Finally, the two of them crossed the last mountain spring and stepped on the bluestone.
The sound of heels sounded.
This is a mountain road that Zhao Rong is familiar with, winding from the foot of the mountain to the red lacquer gate on the mountain where Zhao Rong once stopped.
Zhao Rong followed his footsteps and walked up the mountain.
The mountain road is even deeper at night, and the firelight on the top of the mountain in the distance seems not to have touched this quiet land at all. This place and the front mountain are like two different worlds, and all the stories happening on the other side of Taibai Mountain seem to have nothing to do with it.
But it also has its own stories happening. For example, two children in a certain story, a boy and a girl, are back here again tonight.
A gentle scent of sweet-scented osmanthus hits your nostrils.
Zhao Rong stopped in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus forest that he had seen once before, and watched the tall Confucian scholar's back gradually disappear into it.
After that, Guilin remained silent, with not a single sound coming out.
This deep mountain forest seems to want to hide all the stories quietly.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, he came out.
He was still alone, just carrying a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus brew.