Chapter 127
The hawk's eyes are anxious when the grass is dry, and the horse's hooves are light when the snow is gone.
Li Pingan and Lao Niu stopped and walked along the way, abandoning the official road.
Walking happily on the trail.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the bushes on both sides were gradually covered with snow, turning them white.
After climbing over one mountain, we stepped onto another mountain.
The road up the mountain is getting narrower, more desolate, and quieter.
One person and one cow, but not lonely.
Li Pingan hummed a song.
"The sea laughs, and the tide surges across the strait.
Ups and downs follow the waves, only remember the present moment
The sky smiles, and the world is full of tides
Who loses and who wins, God knows..."
I don’t know how long it took, but there were finally fireworks ahead.
On the road, I met three men carrying some New Year's goods, carrying large and small bags from one end of the mountain to the other.
Their beaming looks can be seen from their conversation.
It turned out that it was the New Year's Eve, and there was a bride in the village who was getting married.
Li Ping'an and Lao Niu came forward, ready to ask for a sip of wedding wine.
There was great joy in and outside the village, but the banquet had not yet begun.
The villagers used blue and red bricks to build temporary stoves for cooking.
When banquets are held in rural areas, people almost always have to go door to door.
My own kitchen is obviously too small, so I have to build an "open-air kitchen" to stretch my legs.
Everyone was eating melon seeds and chatting about their parents' personal affairs.
The scene becomes bigger and bigger, the food becomes more and more delicious, and the taste becomes more and more intense.
Everyone sat around the table, chatting while eating, and seemed to be enjoying themselves.
This feeling reminds Li Pingan of his childhood
It feels like what you are eating is not a banquet, but the happy atmosphere and excitement.
Li Ping'an improvised a cheerful tune.
After all, it's always a happy day for someone else.
Li Ping'an quite likes this atmosphere.
Moreover, rural chefs cook dishes with a unique flavor.
Li Pingan still feels that the chefs at Yellow Crane Tower are not as good as the first banquet he had when he was in a small mountain village.
Don't laugh at the farmer's wine, which is thick with wax and wine. In good years, the chickens and dolphins are enough for visitors.
After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
The bride and groom have also entered the cave.
There was no such thing as a wedding ceremony, and almost all the food on the plate had reached the bottom.
Li Ping'an walked to a hilltop, originally wanting to enjoy some wind.
But I saw a young man standing on the top of the mountain waving a bamboo stick.
He looked pretty, and he was mumbling something in his mouth.
Li Pingan smiled.
The young man waved vigorously.
After a while, he turned around and found Li Ping'an standing behind him, and his face suddenly turned red with shame.
Li Ping'an smiled and said, "After eating, strenuous exercise is not good for your health."
The young man touched his belly and smiled.
He put the bamboo stick on his shoulders and looked at Li Ping'an's bamboo stick.
"Uncle, your stick is not as good-looking as mine."
Li Pingan found a clean place to sit down.
"What were you practicing just now? Swordsmanship?"
The young man rubbed his hands and smiled sheepishly.
"...Yes...my dream is to be a knight who travels the world with a sword."
Li Ping'an said: "What's so embarrassing to say?"
"They all laughed at me, and my mother also said I was naive."
"I think you are quite ambitious."
"real?"
The young man's eyes were full of excitement, as if it was a big deal to get someone's approval.
"Uncle, let me show you my swordsmanship."
The boy waved a wooden stick in the sunset.
The overlapping green and yellow branches and leaves tell the story of time.
Li Ping'an's lips curled up into a smile.
When I was young, I only felt that I could pluck the stars, and I wiped the setting sun with my sword.
"Uncle, please lend me your stick to play with."
"This stick is not for you to play with."
Li Ping'an got into a mood and jumped up from the stone.
He took steps forward, and his whole body became lighter and lighter.
It is the movement of the wind and the movement of the heart.
A breeze spread from his body, carrying a fresh breath that could only be smelled in the deep mountains.
There was a coolness in every pore of his body.
It was as if a very thin stream of air had penetrated from his body.
This body is no longer on the mountains, but spread across thousands of miles.
From appointment to discovery, from near to far.
The young man stared at this scene blankly, as if in a dream.
There should not be dreams in life, but there are dreams anyway.
I dreamed that a traveler brought a pot of wine and lit a lamp.
Spend your life in wine, and your horse will soar like the wind.
I dreamed of bending my bow to bid farewell to the moon, and inserting feathers to defeat the arrogant ones.
Dreaming about drinking horses and crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife.
Life is like a dream and like smoke.
The wind blew away the dream, and the boy stood on the mountain.
Listening to the rising and falling wind, I almost forgot everything in the world.
Li Ping'an fell into a dream with a knife, and his clothes made a hunting sound.
[Tingfeng Sword Technique: 91%-92%]
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The young man froze in place, something seemed to be opened in his heart.
My whole body trembled, and a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind.
He seemed to understand something, but he understood nothing.
After a long time, he came back to his senses.
That person has disappeared.
The young man looked childish, with no trace of fear on his face.
Just a pair of big black and white eyes looking around.
A fallen leaf falls leisurely.
The boy waved the stick again, bringing with it a breeze.
Stayed in the village for one night and woke up early the next morning.
Li Pingan set off again under the rising sun.
The young man stood on the mountain and waved the stick over and over again.
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Li Pingan went straight to Yumen Pass and headed north.
He probably couldn't even remember how many roads he had walked and how many people he had met.
Rivers, hills, villages.
Those distant existences were gradually left behind by him behind the straw sandals.
Thrilling scenes rarely happen.
When I have nothing to do, I sit on the old cow and play the erhu.
Floating clouds and willow catkins have no roots, and the sky and the earth are vast and far away.
New Year's Day, the beginning of the New Year.
Li Pingan was walking in the mountains, and the big trees that blocked the sky and the sun blocked everything.
I can't hear the sound of fireworks, and I can't smell the joy of the New Year.
Only the north wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter blows like it's free of charge.
"Lao Niu, it's Chinese New Year!"
Li Pingan opened his mouth and filled his stomach with a lot of wind.
Lao Niu: "Moo!"
"There is a hole ahead, let's go in and hide!"
...........
The wind and snow were kept outside, and the fire warmed the small wall hole.
There was a pot on top, and the ice ballast gradually turned into boiling water inside.
After eating the noodles, I ate the soft pancakes that had just been baked.
Li Ping'an held a glass of wine and touched it with Lao Niu.
"Happy New Year!"
"Moo~"
Li Ping'an let out a breath of cold air, "Grandma, I don't know when we can get to the Demon Suppressing Pass.
When we get to Yumen Pass, we must have a good meal."
Lao Niu nodded in agreement.
Li Ping'an smiled and said silently in his heart.
“In the new year, I wish you good luck.
Everything will be happy and the year will be peaceful."
This chapter has been completed!