"Sir, it's just ahead."
Twenty miles later, a special area appeared ahead. Between two hills, there was a hazy yellow light, with strong wind blowing in it, rolling up grains of yellow sand.
When Song Zheng got out of the car, the wind happened to blow, and he was startled for a moment, and he actually felt something familiar.
He had traveled all over the world with his father. Huangtai Fort was located in the north and east direction of the Great Wall, while the north and west part of the Great Wall was in this long, yellow sand environment. They had also been there and stayed for a long time.
Even in Huangtaibao, for half a month every spring and autumn, the sky is full of yellow sand blowing in from the west.
"This is the Paradise of Cave Heaven!" He was startled, but felt something was wrong, because the energy of heaven and earth in the wind was not strong, and it did not meet the standards of the Paradise of Cave Heaven.
Li Sanyan smiled and flattered: "My lord, your Dharma eyes are as bright as a torch. This is a declining cave paradise that suddenly appeared sixty years ago. It was already like this when it appeared.
It is said that the monks who first discovered this place actually found some good things when they went in, which were all left by the previous owner of this cave. However, after these things were plundered, only the long yellow sand was left here, which was worthless."
As he spoke, everyone had entered this "blessed land of cave heaven", and the hot and dry wind blew, hitting their faces with some discomfort.
At first glance, it looks very similar to the Saibei Desert, but in fact it is still somewhat different.
It is entirely because of the complete decline and lack of life here that the eyes are filled with yellow sand. In the middle of the endless desert, there is a lonely courtyard, and in the courtyard there is a lonely small building.
The small building is covered with red gauze, fluttering in the wind, forming a sharp contrast with the yellow sand in the sky, which makes people's eyes bright.
A burst of rough Saibei-style music came from the small building, and beside Song Zheng, those young men from aristocratic families with bright clothes and angry horses rushed over with laughter.
He looked back at Li San and asked, "Where is this place?"
Li San smiled brightly and said: "A good place, with good wine, beautiful women, and a serious female nun. Why do you look at me like this, sir? I, Li Sanyan, am not the kind of person you think!"
Song Zheng was still looking at him for a moment, and Li San's eyes were so straight that his heart was tingling, but on the surface he was holding firm.
Finally, Song Zheng let him go and walked away: "I hope the wine here won't disappoint me."
Li Sanyan breathed a sigh of relief and finally got over it. His eyes were darting around, and he regretted deceiving the master. Qi Bingchen looked at him and shook his head: "Nonsense."
Lu Wanmin smiled and said softly: "Although your Excellency is a little angry, you see, he still went in. If you are lustful, you will admire Shaoai. It is human nature. You and I are both experienced."
Qi Bingchen always felt that this "experienced person" sounded meaningful. He really was not an experienced person, so he took another look at Lu Wanmin: The old guy has a story.
When he reached the building, Song Zheng heard the sound of music clearly. In the roughness of the northern Saibei desert, some silk and bamboo from the south of the Yangtze River were added, which had a hint of sultry meaning.
He looked back at Li San, and wanted to turn around and go back, but after a slight sniff and looking around, he changed his mind.
Lu Wanmin saw Song Zheng visibly hesitating in front of the door, but finally passed by, showing an "unsurprising" smile.
Two young monks stood at the door of the courtyard. They were spotless in white clothes in the yellow sand. They looked handsome and handsome. They both had the cultivation of the Six Paths of Maihe. They cupped their hands towards the guests and said with a smile: "You should know that I, Yanmen
The rules of the inn.”
Several groups of young monks at the door laughed together and said, "Of course."
Song Zheng was as steady as a mountain and just glanced at the two gatekeepers. Although their features were quite heroic, there was no doubt that they were both female cultivators. It is said that some people like this kind of neutral beauty.
There was a young monk in red robes who turned over and dismounted his horse. He moved quickly, as if a cloud of fire fell to the ground.
He said loudly: "Someone comes first."
The two monks guarding the door smiled slightly and stretched out their hands sideways. A breeze blew and the yellow sand on the left side of the courtyard door was blown up, revealing a piece of granite below.
The rough surface has been polished by wind and sand for who knows how many years.
The monk in red came forward and looked at this special granite. His palm was like fine steel and moved quickly. The stone chips on the granite flew away, leaving behind a beautiful cursive handwriting, which read:
A seven-character ancient poem, this is a marching poem in the north of the Great Wall written by a great literary master hundreds of years ago. Every stroke penetrates an inch into the granite!
"Okay!" The friends around him cheered in unison, with bright faces.
Li Sanyan explained to Song Zheng in a low voice on the side: "Sir, this is the introductory wine of Yanmen Inn. If you want to get in, you have to show some skills. This stone is an aphrodisiac stone. It has no big use to make it extra strong.
Leave a clear enough mark on the stone to enter."
After the red monk finished writing, he was quite proud of himself. He tilted his head and admired his calligraphy. A female monk guarding the gate had already smiled and held out a bronze statue: "Brother, you have passed the test. Please drink this cup."
The red-clothed monk took it and drank it in one gulp. Unexpectedly, the wine was so mysterious that it made him cough loudly, causing the others to burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you are from out of town. You don't know the various ways of Yanmen Inn in Huzhou City. Yanmen Inn has excellent wine and wine. A glass of entry wine is also tempered and concocted with six special elixirs. You won't know your fate.
Really, don’t even think about drinking it in one go.”
From another group of monks on the side, a slender young man came out. He casually wiped it on the baguette stone and erased everything the red monk had just written.
Then he wrote down his name honestly, but it was three inches deep into the aeolian stone!
Then he came to the gatekeeper monk and politely said, "Sister, please give me some wine."
The two female cultivators smiled and took out the wine: "Master Gou Chen is here to support me again. You have passed the test. Please drink this cup to the full."
Gou Chenshu took the bronze wine bottle and drank it slowly, without stopping, causing cheers from around him. Then he returned the wine to the wine master and went in with his friends.
The red monks and others were blushing with shame, but he drank the entry wine and the two female monks let him in.
Song Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard that a mere entry-level drink was so particular. Maybe it was a worthwhile trip.
Then other monks came forward, left their marks on the agaric stone, and then drank the initiation wine honestly and went in.
The hardness of aeolian stone is not inferior to fine steel. It is considered good for monks in their twenties to have ten channels of rivers. Disciples from big families and sects usually have around fifteen channels of rivers. Ordinary genius disciples are about
The realm of knowing fate is up and down, and those true geniuses are immeasurable, both in the realm of clear vision and the realm of destiny.
Of those that Song Zheng encountered, the strongest one was Gouchen Shu, who was in the early stage of the Mingtong Realm and could only drink the entry wine in one gulp.
Therefore, the traces left on the gossamer stone are mostly one to two inches long, and the deepest is no more than three inches.
In the end, only Song Zheng and his group were left outside. Song Zheng deliberately hid his strength, and everyone restrained their aura. After all, they were accompanying the adults to relax, so it was not easy to make a big fuss.
There was an endless stream of people in front and behind. Song Zheng and more than 20 people were blocking the front. The young monks who came from behind couldn't wait and shouted: "Can you come in?"
Of course you can't blame others for urging you when you are blocking the road, so Song Zheng stepped forward, stretched out his hand and wrote a line of words on the agarwood stone: con man, scholar, bandit, fat man, sister Bing...
The two female cultivators guarding the door looked puzzled: What does this mean?
Looking at it again, every word penetrated three inches into the wind and stone, and I immediately couldn't think about what it meant. This level is comparable to Master Gou Chen, and he can be called a genius among the younger generation.
"Brother, you have passed the test. Please drink this cup to the full."
Song Zheng drank it in one gulp and smacked his lips, okay? He handed the wine master back to others and walked in. Unexpectedly, he was stopped when everyone behind him followed.
The two female cultivators said politely: "I'm sorry, this brother may not know the rules. One person can only bring four friends in at most. You..."
Behind Song Zheng, there was a crowd of more than 20 people.
The young monks at the back covered their mouths and laughed secretly. This posture really looked a bit like a rich man. The children of a really big family would not bring so many people with them when they go out. A powerful retainer to protect them, and a servant and a maid to serve them, is enough.
Already.
Song Zheng waved his hand indifferently: "You can come in by yourselves."
"Yes." The big guy behind agreed, each thinking in his mind. Qi Bingchen and Lu Wanmin stepped forward and stretched out their hands to leave traces on the aerosol stone.
The two of them were peak ancestors, but they had to give Song Zheng some face. The two elders each left two inches of marks. When it was Li Sanyan's turn, he struggled to leave only an inch and a half, and no one dared to go beyond it.
My lord, he still has to leave an escape route behind.
A group of scouts breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward one after another, leaving only an inch of trace.
The eyes of the two female cultivators twitched. These people were obviously "servants". The entry wine of Yanmen Inn was extremely precious and could not be wasted like this.
But everyone has passed the test, so they have to hold out the wine cup again and again with a cold face, and repeat numbly: "You have passed the test, please drink this cup."
Neither the young monks nor the two female monks behind them saw the true origins of this group of people. Or perhaps this was their true level. This was more like a rich man from a certain village going out to show his strength.
He was the tallest, but he felt that there were too few people and he was not impressive, so he pulled out all the subordinates.
What's the use of these people? It's not as good as if you can fight alone. If you encounter real danger, they won't provide any protection.
"It's just a waste of the entry wine at Yanmen Inn." Someone muttered secretly, and was quickly persuaded by friends around him. After all, the young rich man was still very powerful, and his side would suffer if there was a dispute.
As for Li Sanyan and the others, who cares what you losers think? As long as you are satisfied.
"Sir, how do you like this wine?"
Chapter completed!