The moon is bright and the bright moonlight spreads like water, making the quiet forest more peaceful
I was about to leave after a while, and the path turned deeper and farther away
The winding and deep forest path is like a road to explore. It is like the eastern fence path of Mr. Wuliu of Jin, which makes people feel at ease and talk less and indifferent to fame and fortune; it is also like Qu Yuan walking on the lakeside, sighing about this life, and it is a long and arduous road, and I will search up and down.
The night wind slowly hit, and there was more moisture in the forest, and it was about to fog
The hazy mist slowly renders, as if it has a mysterious color in the woods. When I am immersed in the scene, it is like being in a dream, and what I see and think becomes chaotic.
The pedestrians in the distance walked slowly, seemingly unwilling to break the tranquility of the forest. The horse's hooves were light and walked slowly towards the dimly lit wooden house on the mountainside. It seemed that they were planning to stay overnight.
The man tied the horse and fed some grass before walking towards the wooden house.
I saw that he was dressed in blue and looked pretty, and he looked vaguely immature and aura of tenderness at the age of seventeen or eighteen. It was very pity for people, but his behavior seemed calm and old, as if he had been struggling for decades.
Thumb!
The mountain road is rugged and the fog is wet and cold. Can you stay overnight?
Go elsewhere, it's full! A slightly bold voice came out, looking wild and confident
The young man smiled slightly and pushed the door sideways
The house is not large in size, and it looks a bit ragged inside. Apart from a little fire and hay, it is empty. There is only a bonfire jumping in the middle of the hut, emitting precious warmth.
Without waiting for the man to stop him, the young man put down his luggage and walked to the fire by himself. He sat down opposite the man. The old god was burning the fire.
The young man was already sitting, but the man stopped scolding him. He just looked at him for a moment and closed his eyes to rest.
This wooden house actually has no owner, it is just for travelers walking on the mountain road to rest.
The wooden house is built at the foot of the mountain, next to the road, and is very conspicuous. People passing by can find it at a glance.
If it is a peaceful and prosperous era, there may be some rice, grain and water inside. Passersby will enjoy it for the time being and will replenish it next time.
But now people's livelihood is in decline and famine is raging. The Song Dynasty is old. Even if some rice and food were originally eaten up, they have long been eaten up.
Fortunately, people who walk deep mountains pay attention to the mountains and rivers. Although there is no rice and grain, some firewood can still be supplemented. Occasionally, they will pass by and stay away from the rain and sleep, and they will also sprinkle some deworming things, so that they will not be completely abandoned here.
The man and the young man are all people who walk outside all year round. They know each other's hearts and see at a glance that each other is unusual. If they are in the right place, they will be peaceful.
The young man roasted the fire for a while, dried the moisture on his body, took out a blanket from his luggage and spread it under him.
He opened the package and carefully took out a few sealed oil-paper bags. When he opened it, he found that it was peanuts, broad beans, bean curd and other small dishes, including peanuts, bean curd, etc.
With the man's squinting eyes, the young man placed several vegetarian foods in front of him, shrank his left cuff, and took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle, holding it in the palm of his hand, which looked very beautiful
Needless to say, it must be a good wine
When the man saw the porcelain bottle, his eyes were bright and his tense face melted a lot, as if he wanted to speak but stopped. When he saw the young man take out a small wine glass, he stopped hesitating and shouted: Let's wait!
The young man looked up at the man and said: Brother, what advice do you have?
Well, I don't dare to be a counselor. I think my little brother eats light food. My brother has some beef here. If you don't dislike me, you might as well have a drink together.
The young man saw the man hesitating and immediately realized it. He put down his wine glass and smiled and said: Thanks to the care of his brother, I have no choice but to give him wine. After saying that, he threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to the man.
The man hurriedly took it, and felt a little embarrassed, and hesitated: Brother, I gave it to me, what are you drinking?
The young man waved his hand, cut off a piece of beef, and sent it to his mouth to chew it. Fang said: I don’t drink alcohol on weekdays. If it weren’t for the cold and fog today, I wouldn’t drink alcohol to drive away the cold. Fortunately, with my brother’s torch, it would be fine if I didn’t drink alcohol.
Haha, that's fine, that's fine, little brother, don't blame me, brother, that's fine. The big man laughed and stuffed the bottle into his arms, as if he couldn't bear to drink it.
Is the beef quite fresh? I just bought it before leaving the city yesterday
Well, it's not bad, the smell is gone, and there is also a faint fragrance of flowers, which is just right for my appetite
The man's eyes flashed, he laughed, and then he fell down on the hay, closed his eyes and started to sleep.
The fire was burning crackling, dispelling the wet and coldness of the thick fog. The young man sat by the campfire, cut off a piece of beef from time to time and put it in his mouth, eating it with great pleasure.
But for some reason, the two of them didn't talk again, as if they had never seen each other
The man lay on the hay with his back on his back, his snoring sounded as if he was already asleep
The young man continued to eat beef, making a sound, but he didn't know when it was already cold
The young man finished the beef bit by bit, repacked the remaining side dishes and put them in the bag.
As if he was a little sleepy, he yawned and turned around and walked towards the corner
The man who was already asleep opened his eyes at some point. He looked at the young man's back in a flash, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
At that moment, he saw a few silver lights flashing slightly in the young man's left sleeves.
A burnt smell spread out at some point. After a careful smell, it turned out to be from the fire.
But the young man seemed to have not smelled it. After sorting out his small corner, he lay down and closed his eyes to rest.
Only the man quietly looked at the small pile of burnt beef in the flames, and a strange curve slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was interested.
Men are not good at wine, young people are not good at meat, wine is nectar, meat is poisonous to purple flowers
……………………
The cold wind was whimpering, and the thick fog covered the surface. If you went out at this time, you would probably be wet in a moment. The thick fog was cold and slightly poisonous, and it would inevitably be a cold wind.
The young man leaned against the wall, breathing evenly, his expression calmly, as if he had fallen asleep
But he himself knew that not only he was not asleep, but the man opposite could not sleep.
He was observing him, he knew, he was observing him, too
The young man knew that he had met a cruel and fierce master this time. He had traveled around the world and met countless people over the years. It was rare to see such a cunning person.
He is one of the three disciples of the Ronghun Sect. Due to his incomplete martial arts, he had to break flowers everywhere. He was nicknamed "Zhehua Censor"
He is also the secret envoy of the Demon Sect. Under the leadership of his uncle, he relies on the Demon Sect to find the rest of the chapters and do some human and ghost things.
The young man's breathing became longer and longer, and his thoughts were always on the other side. Even if he closed his eyes, the man's every move could not escape his senses.
The man lay on his back on the thick hay, his sturdy body pressing deep into the grass stem, like a stone statue
He is a wanted criminal, to be precise, one of the leaders of Jiuzhai in the world, and an emerging force before the troubled times.
He started from scratch and founded a huge foundation against the court, which was not very difficult to deal with
The man lies there like a sleeping beast, and he will reveal his fangs at some point, choosing people to eat them
The vigorous bonfire gradually became smaller, shrinking into a small flame, and the air became colder
In the small wooden house, an inexplicable atmosphere is slowly brewing and accumulating slowly, just like an invisible cloud, and if it accumulates too much, it becomes suppressed.
The howling sea breeze carried thick water vapor and raging through the forest. Countless water droplets fell from the trees and then fell into dust, like a tiny cycle.
The night wind swept, the water vapor was misty, and the entire forest was wet
The simple wooden house is like an old man fishing in the drizzle. I don’t know how many years have I sat there
The water droplets fell from the broken tiles, smashing the small pit under the eaves deeper, as if it was a trap that had been brewing for many years.
Thumb!
The night wind is raging and the fog is coming. I wonder if the Lord's House can accommodate it?
……………………
Walking alone, cold straw raincoat, looking back hard, wind and rain
I was about to leave after a while, and the path turned deeper and farther away
The winding and deep forest path is like a road to explore. It is like the eastern fence path of Mr. Wuliu of Jin, which makes people feel at ease and talk less and indifferent to fame and fortune; it is also like Qu Yuan walking on the lakeside, sighing about this life, and it is a long and arduous road, and I will search up and down.
The night wind slowly hit, and there was more moisture in the forest, and it was about to fog
The hazy mist slowly renders, as if it has a mysterious color in the woods. When I am immersed in the scene, it is like being in a dream, and what I see and think becomes chaotic.
The pedestrians in the distance walked slowly, seemingly unwilling to break the tranquility of the forest. The horse's hooves were light and walked slowly towards the dimly lit wooden house on the mountainside. It seemed that they were planning to stay overnight.
The man tied the horse and fed some grass before walking towards the wooden house.
I saw that he was dressed in blue and looked pretty, and he looked vaguely immature and aura of tenderness at the age of seventeen or eighteen. It was very pity for people, but his behavior seemed calm and old, as if he had been struggling for decades.
Thumb!
The mountain road is rugged and the fog is wet and cold. Can you stay overnight?
Go elsewhere, it's full! A slightly bold voice came out, looking wild and confident
The young man smiled slightly and pushed the door sideways
The house is not large in size, and it looks a bit ragged inside. Apart from a little fire and hay, it is empty. There is only a bonfire jumping in the middle of the hut, emitting precious warmth.
Without waiting for the man to stop him, the young man put down his luggage and walked to the fire by himself. He sat down opposite the man. The old god was burning the fire.
The young man was already sitting, but the man stopped scolding him. He just looked at him for a moment and closed his eyes to rest.
This wooden house actually has no owner, it is just for travelers walking on the mountain road to rest.
The wooden house is built at the foot of the mountain, next to the road, and is very conspicuous. People passing by can find it at a glance.
If it is a peaceful and prosperous era, there may be some rice, grain and water inside. Passersby will enjoy it for the time being and will replenish it next time.
But now people's livelihood is in decline and famine is raging. The Song Dynasty is old. Even if some rice and food were originally eaten up, they have long been eaten up.
Fortunately, people who walk deep mountains pay attention to the mountains and rivers. Although there is no rice and grain, some firewood can still be supplemented. Occasionally, they will pass by and stay away from the rain and sleep, and they will also sprinkle some deworming things, so that they will not be completely abandoned here.
The man and the young man are all people who walk outside all year round. They know each other's hearts and see at a glance that each other is unusual. If they are in the right place, they will be peaceful.
The young man roasted the fire for a while, dried the moisture on his body, took out a blanket from his luggage and spread it under him.
He opened the package and carefully took out a few sealed oil-paper bags. When he opened it, he found that it was peanuts, broad beans, bean curd and other small dishes, including peanuts, bean curd, etc.
With the man's squinting eyes, the young man placed several vegetarian foods in front of him, shrank his left cuff, and took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle, holding it in the palm of his hand, which looked very beautiful
Needless to say, it must be a good wine
When the man saw the porcelain bottle, his eyes were bright and his tense face melted a lot, as if he wanted to speak but stopped. When he saw the young man take out a small wine glass, he stopped hesitating and shouted: Let's wait!
The young man looked up at the man and said: Brother, what advice do you have?
Well, I don't dare to be a counselor. I think my little brother eats light food. My brother has some beef here. If you don't dislike me, you might as well have a drink together.
The young man saw the man hesitating and immediately realized it. He put down his wine glass and smiled and said: Thanks to the care of his brother, I have no choice but to give him wine. After saying that, he threw the porcelain bottle in his hand to the man.
The man hurriedly took it, and felt a little embarrassed, and hesitated: Brother, I gave it to me, what are you drinking?
The young man waved his hand, cut off a piece of beef, and sent it to his mouth to chew it. Fang said: I don’t drink alcohol on weekdays. If it weren’t for the cold and fog today, I wouldn’t drink alcohol to drive away the cold. Fortunately, with my brother’s torch, it would be fine if I didn’t drink alcohol.
Haha, that's fine, that's fine, little brother, don't blame me, brother, that's fine. The big man laughed and stuffed the bottle into his arms, as if he couldn't bear to drink it.
Is the beef quite fresh? I just bought it before leaving the city yesterday
Well, it's not bad, the smell is gone, and there is also a faint fragrance of flowers, which is just right for my appetite
The man's eyes flashed, he laughed, and then he fell down on the hay, closed his eyes and started to sleep.
The fire was burning crackling, dispelling the wet and coldness of the thick fog. The young man sat by the campfire, cut off a piece of beef from time to time and put it in his mouth, eating it with great pleasure.
But for some reason, the two of them didn't talk again, as if they had never seen each other
The man lay on the hay with his back on his back, his snoring sounded as if he was already asleep
The young man continued to eat beef, making a sound, but he didn't know when it was already cold
The young man finished the beef bit by bit, repacked the remaining side dishes and put them in the bag.
As if he was a little sleepy, he yawned and turned around and walked towards the corner
The man who was already asleep opened his eyes at some point. He looked at the young man's back in a flash, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
At that moment, he saw a few silver lights flashing slightly in the young man's left sleeves.
A burnt smell spread out at some point. After a careful smell, it turned out to be from the fire.
But the young man seemed to have not smelled it. After sorting out his small corner, he lay down and closed his eyes to rest.
Only the man quietly looked at the small pile of burnt beef in the flames, and a strange curve slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was interested.
Men are not good at wine, young people are not good at meat, wine is nectar, meat is poisonous to purple flowers
……………………
The cold wind was whimpering, and the thick fog covered the surface. If you went out at this time, you would probably be wet in a moment. The thick fog was cold and slightly poisonous, and it would inevitably be a cold wind.
The young man leaned against the wall, breathing evenly, his expression calmly, as if he had fallen asleep
But he himself knew that not only he was not asleep, but the man opposite could not sleep.
He was observing him, he knew, he was observing him, too
The young man knew that he had met a cruel and fierce master this time. He had traveled around the world and met countless people over the years. It was rare to see such a cunning person.
He is one of the three disciples of the Ronghun Sect. Due to his incomplete martial arts, he had to break flowers everywhere. He was nicknamed "Zhehua Censor"
He is also the secret envoy of the Demon Sect. Under the leadership of his uncle, he relies on the Demon Sect to find the rest of the chapters and do some human and ghost things.
The young man's breathing became longer and longer, and his thoughts were always on the other side. Even if he closed his eyes, the man's every move could not escape his senses.
The man lay on his back on the thick hay, his sturdy body pressing deep into the grass stem, like a stone statue
He is a wanted criminal, to be precise, one of the leaders of Jiuzhai in the world, and an emerging force before the troubled times.
He started from scratch and founded a huge foundation against the court, which was not very difficult to deal with
The man lies there like a sleeping beast, and he will reveal his fangs at some point, choosing people to eat them
The vigorous bonfire gradually became smaller, shrinking into a small flame, and the air became colder
In the small wooden house, an inexplicable atmosphere is slowly brewing and accumulating slowly, just like an invisible cloud, and if it accumulates too much, it becomes suppressed.
The howling sea breeze carried thick water vapor and raging through the forest. Countless water droplets fell from the trees and then fell into dust, like a tiny cycle.
The night wind swept, the water vapor was misty, and the entire forest was wet
The simple wooden house is like an old man fishing in the drizzle. I don’t know how many years have I sat there
The water droplets fell from the broken tiles, smashing the small pit under the eaves deeper, as if it was a trap that had been brewing for many years.
Thumb!
The night wind is raging and the fog is coming. I wonder if the Lord's House can accommodate it?
……………………
Walking alone, cold straw raincoat, looking back hard, wind and rain
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