The summer festival has ended, early autumn has arrived, and Hongshan Town on the upper reaches of the Huaihe River has ushered in the annual heavy rainy season.
On the muddy streets, pedestrians came and went like a tide, and the colorful paper umbrellas composed colorful poems in the rain. The man in a raincoat came to the inn, sat down with a golden sword, and shouted loudly to bring two pots of hot wine.
The waiter brought the drinks, nodded and bowed and said: "Oh, Fifth Master, why are you here in person? If you want drinks, let the brothers inform my shopkeeper, why bother you to go down the mountain in person?"
"I just happened to come down the mountain to do something. Where is your shopkeeper?" As he said that, the tall and thick man picked up the big bowl and poured all the wine into his throat. The spicy taste made his eyes open.
They were all narrowed into a narrow slit.
The waiter pinched his neck as if he were catching a chicken, and the waiter shivered and said, "The shopkeeper went to the corner to listen to the show. I wonder what the Fifth Master's orders are?"
The man smiled and patted the waiter on the shoulder and said: "Oh, it's nothing serious. There is a new brother in the village. He comes to get some good food and wine from you. The boss will take over for him tonight."
"This, this is a good thing, I will definitely tell the shopkeeper." The waiter quickly said with a smile.
"That's good." The man laughed loudly, took the food on the table into his arms with palms like cattail fans, raised his head and drank all the wine, then wiped his mouth with unfulfilled thoughts, picked up a big knife and left the inn.
After the man staggered away, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief and called in a low voice behind the kitchen curtain: "Shopkeeper, everyone has left, please come out."
The thin bamboo pole-like shopkeeper walked out from behind the curtain, glanced at the direction where the man left, and sighed: "Why are you here again..."
The waiter also smiled bitterly and said: "They are here to ask for meat and wine again. Boss, should we give it to them or not?"
"Don't give it? Do you have the guts? The official can't control them, so what else can you do, alas..." The shopkeeper said helplessly: "Give it, give it, just treat it as a loss of wealth and eliminate the disaster.
"
While they were talking, a man and a woman came in from outside the inn. They were wearing light clothes and carrying swords, dressed as knights in the world. The waiter greeted him with a smile: "Guest, please come in. Do you want to be a top or stay in the hotel?"
After the man sat down, the woman took out some silver and threw it to the waiter, and said: "Open two upper rooms and bring a pot of good tea."
"Okay." The waiter collected the money, weighed it, hurriedly put a more attentive smile on his face, and hurriedly greeted the two of them.
After the tea came up, the woman declined the waiter's flattery and poured two cups herself. She picked up one cup and put it to the tip of her nose for a slight sniff. Then she nodded slightly towards the man and said, "No problem."
"Yes." The man then picked up the cup and drank the tea. The two of them sat by the window, looking at the drizzle outside and enjoying the long-lost tranquility.
These two people were naturally Lu Hanjiang and Huangfu Xiaoyuan, who had changed into Xiaoyao sect outfits. After they came out of Southern Shaolin, they headed north back to Beijing and traveled all the way to Hongshan Town.
"I don't like rainy days. When I'm walking on the road, my mood sometimes becomes very bad... By the way, how about a water fight? I see there's a lot of water on the road." Lu Hanjiang looked at the gray
In the sky, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan did not respond to this nonsensical statement, but asked: "What did you and Ling Yun talk about that day? You let him go so easily."
As if he had forgotten the topic of the weather, Lu Hanjiang said with a smile: "It's nothing to just chat... Isn't this good? After all, you are also relatives connected by blood. If he is safe, you may also be able to
Feel better?"
Huangfu Xiaoyuan glanced at Lu Hanjiang and said indifferently: "I'm just surprised that you went after him specifically and actually let him go in the end."
"Don't look at me like this, but I'm actually not interested in forcing others to do things."
Lu Hanjiang shrugged and smiled: "But the trip to Shaolin is not in vain. Your nephew cannot cultivate Buddhism. This world is his final destination. Sooner or later he will come back, but...
.Not now.”
Huangfu Xiaoyuan was silent for a moment and then said: "Will Shaolin agree to let him go?"
"Why not? Anyway, that kid has already become dispensable to them. I went to walk him up the steps, and they just walked down the slope." Lu Hanjiang said.
Probably sensing the same trend as the Wudang leader, the Southern Shaolin leader also chose to be cautious. In order to avoid being pushed into the spotlight again, they were very willing to handle the trouble in advance.
After Wudang had the idea of closing the mountain, the Shaolin Temple also showed an attitude of less involvement in Jianghu affairs. All of this was probably due to Jin Yiwei's changes in Jianghu policy. Smart people could smell the smell of chaos.
It is reasonable to stay away from them. After all, those who are barefoot are never afraid of those who wear shoes.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. By the way, Xiaoyuan, have you ever heard of the legend of Hongshan Town?" Lu Hanjiang suddenly asked with interest.
Huangfu Xiaoyuan shook her head and asked: "What legend?"
Lu Hanjiang explained: "For generations, Hongshan Town has been offering sacrifices to the river god Bailong. The rainy season here is late. In the late summer and early autumn, the river god makes wind and rain, takes the form of a spirit, and passes over the town. The locals say
It’s called ‘White Dragon Crossing’.”
After Huangfu Xiaoyuan listened, she savored it carefully and was quite speechless. It sounded like there was going to be a heavy rain, right? She asked, "Don't you like rainy days?"
Lu Hanjiang waved his hand and said: "The scoring situation in this matter is legendary even if it rains. We have to see what happens."
At this time, the waiter was refilling the tea and heard the conversation between the two. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Your Majesty, you are in such a good mood. This is also good luck. The rainy season came early this year. I guess you can wait a few days and it will be over."
Seeing the 'White Dragon Crossing'."
"Really? Then we are really lucky. I thought we would have to wait here for at least half a month." Lu Hanjiang was talking when he suddenly heard a snapping sound coming from the street. He looked outside and saw whose house it was.
The porcelain was thrown into the street, smashed to pieces, and then there was a lot of curses.
"Well, you old boss, I come to your house to buy something because I like you, but you dare to pick and choose. Do you think you are a rough guy? You can't use your good materials?!"
The man yelling and cursing on the street smelled of alcohol. He was the man who had been eating and drinking in the inn earlier. People on the street were helpless when they saw this scene. There were also one or two who planned to come out and say something fair, but then
The man had a long knife on his waist, which frightened everyone so much that they didn't dare to step forward.
Seeing the expression of the waiter next to him who dared not say anything, Lu Hanjiang asked curiously: "Who is that person? He talks like a bandit. Is he from the gang nearby?"
"Sir, please keep your voice down. Don't let that person listen to you. They don't like being called bandits the most." The waiter said bitterly: "They are the green forest heroes from the nearby Xiaofei Gorge. Don't they?"
Dare to provoke me easily."
"Hey, a green forest hero." Lu Hanjiang watched from a distance as the hero raised his fist as big as a sandbag and gave the cloth shop owner a beating. He had no intention of acting bravely. Generally speaking, there were many such things.
Others do it for him.
"stop!"
Sure enough, a young man jumped out of the crowd and shouted to stop the man's violence. Seeing this, Lu Hanjiang couldn't help but exclaimed: "The sword pattern on that clothes... is a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect."