Chapter 168 Thousands of objects

The breeze blows on my face and the birds sing softly.

The dark brown road winds and stretches from below. After several turns, it disappears into the greenery ahead.

In the clear blue sky, the rolling distant mountains seem to be carved on the khaki earth, making them even more majestic and desolate.

Lingxiu Mountain is not high, not too far from Zhaoning City, and is located at the northernmost edge of the entire Qianshan Road.

After crossing this mountain and walking another forty or fifty miles, we pass by Yuping Pass, which is the boundary of the pass.

When walking in the mountains, it is hard to imagine that the mountains stretching for thousands of miles will slow down here, losing their original ruggedness and majesty and replacing them with a touch of soft makeup.

It seems that only a little shade of trees and a few clumps of green forest have separated the rolling yellow sand from the mountain peaks.

With the sound of wheels creaking in his ears, and the old horse knowing the way, Lin Xiao sat on the saddle bridge and took a deep breath, which was cool and sweet, and slowly exhaled, saying: "I like this place."

Zhuo Qing, who was sitting in the front room of the carriage, smiled. "Many people like Lingxiu Mountain. In terms of beautiful scenery, there is probably no other place like this in the entire Qianshan Road."

Then he added: "But listening to Master Ti's words, I always feel as if I have just arrived on Qianshan Road."

Lin Xiao chuckled when he heard this. "I rarely go out in normal times. When I look up, I see a window and a wall. It's the same everywhere."

"Carrot" snorted hard, but was lightly knocked on the horse's belly by Lin Xiao, and was given another wild radish, only to receive one or two grunts that sounded like "I'll let you go this time."

Lin Xiao couldn't help but his forehead was beating wildly, thinking that this horse just couldn't speak, otherwise he would be sold sooner or later.

There was a "carrot" under his feet to lead the way, and Lin Xiao did not need to pull the reins, so he returned his attention to an unfinished bamboo flute in his hand.

After leaving Zhaoning City, we traveled a hundred miles in three days with a car, three horses and four people. The speed was not very fast, but Lin Xiao was very satisfied.

Except for staying in the hotel, the noble lady of the Duke's mansion hardly left the carriage, and she never said a word to herself.

The current situation is almost what Lin Xiao considers to be the most ideal situation - it is best to live in peace, not interfere with each other, and go to Zhongdu City steadily.

But soon, they encountered their first choice since setting off.

Should we continue along the official road, bypassing Lingxiu Mountain and go straight to Yupingguan, or should we take a shorter route and go over the mountain to save some distance?

Lin Xiao has always disliked making choices, and of course, he was not given any choice this time.

When he reported the two paths to the carriage, he soon received a reply.

It was also the voice sent by the mute nun.

It is said that the lady wants to go to Lingxiu Mountain and visit Yuntai Temple. I don’t know if it is feasible. I want to ask the master what he means.

Lin Xiao has always been a soft-spoken person, not to mention that after a few days, this noble daughter of the country did not have any trouble. She did not refute the need to save face, so she directly agreed and took the way to Lingxiu Mountain.

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But to be honest, once I entered Lingxiu Mountain, I had been fed up with the yellow and rugged Lin Xiao in the past six years, and finally saw some of the green in my memory, and even my mood felt relieved.

The tip of the knife cut out the last finger hole of the bamboo flute. Lin Xiao exhaled and blew away some debris. After taking a closer look, he was quite satisfied.

"Master Ti, can you still play the flute?" Zhuo Qinghe turned around and asked while driving.

Lin Xiao had a smile on his face. "I learned a little bit when I was young. It's not a business to set up stalls and entertain myself."

He casually returned the dagger to Zhuo Qinghe and said: "By the way, don't call me Lord Ti Zhu from now on. Call me Senior Brother instead. It won't sound so harsh."

Zhuo Qinghe hurriedly waved his hand. "This, how can this be done? How can a subordinate call me Senior Brother Ti? This is absolutely not okay..."

Lin Xiao glanced at him. "If you don't call me senior brother, what do you call me? Master? I guess my age doesn't match him, hahaha..."

"This..." Zhuo Qinghe was a little embarrassed.

Lin Xiaoyan said: "After all, there was no one on the road in the past few days, so it didn't matter if I called you casually. Now I will arrive at Yuping Pass. There will be merchants from all over, dragons and snakes mixed together. It will be too garish to call me Ti Zhu."

Seeing that Zhuo Qinghe was still hesitant, Lin Xiao made a decision directly: "Okay, it's settled. It's true that I was taken advantage of, but you refused. Isn't getting on the pole a deal?"

As he spoke, he ignored Zhuo Qinghe, secretly using his true energy in his hand, and swept some burrs on the bamboo flute. He put his lower lip against the blow hole and blew lightly, and then he heard a long and melodious sound coming out through the forest.

The sound of the flute was a little hard at first, but slowly unfolded, like a stream of water surrounding a stone, gurgling by itself. Although it was not necessarily very sublime, it was better than playing softly, sweet to the ear, just like the autumn wind and flowing clouds, soothing to the heart and mind.

At some point, the carriage's curtain quietly rolled up, and a delicate side face with a gauze face was reflected in the hanging window.

Walking slowly along the mountain road, the road turns with the mountain, and what you see is a small pavilion halfway up the mountain on the edge of a lonely cliff.

Zhuo Qinghe was overjoyed and looked at the pavilion and said: "Brother, we have arrived at Jie Qiuting. Legend has it that the first temple owner of Yuntai Temple, Master Yunbai, once met friends here to discuss Taoism. It is a place with excellent scenery on Lingxiu Mountain."

As he spoke, he sighed again, unable to hide his disappointment and said: "It's a pity that there are people in the pavilion today. Otherwise, we would have just taken a break here and looked at the scenery outside the mountain."

There is indeed someone in the pavilion, a man dressed in gray and blue, sitting on a stone bench, his eyes slightly closed, and a long sword placed on the table in front of him.

As soon as the flute sound stopped, Lin Xiao frowned slightly and clasped his fists. "Are you waiting for someone, fellow Taoist?"

The man didn't open his eyes, and there was a chill in his voice that made him feel like he was thousands of miles away. "We are indeed waiting for someone."

Lin Xiao asked again: "I don't know who we are waiting for?"

But the man said: "Who should be respected?"

When Zhuo Qinghe heard this, his expression changed, he secretly held the dagger in his sleeve, and exclaimed, "Senior brother!"

Lin Xiao raised his hand and saw that the carriage's curtain had fallen.

I heard the man continue: "Fellow Taoist, can you come into the pavilion and talk for a while?"

Lin Xiao smiled and nodded. "Just what I wanted."

Without looking back as he spoke, he said to Zhuo Qinghe: "Junior brother, you lead the carriage ahead and wait for me at Yuntai Temple."

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"Brother, you..."

"Listen to me and go." Lin Xiao just said.

Zhuo Qinghe looked anxious, knowing that now was not the time to argue. He took a deep look at the man, shook the reins in his hand, accelerated the carriage, and soon disappeared at the end of the mountain road.

When Zhuo Qinghe and the others walked away, Lin Xiao got off his horse and patted the saddle. "Carrot" turned his head and glanced at Lin Xiao, then ran to the cliff in the distance to eat grass.

"It's a good horse." said the man in the pavilion.

Lin Xiao also said: "It is indeed a good horse, but it talks a bit too much..."

"Oh?" The man was startled when he heard the words, "Hahaha... Fellow Taoist is a wonderful person."

Lin Xiao shook his head with a smile, walked into the pavilion, sat down opposite the man, and put the Qingqiu Sword behind him on the table.

At this time, the sky outside the pavilion was just right, and for some reason, it reminded Lin Xiao of the stone pavilion on the top of Ginkgo Mountain in Nanshan County.

But now I am wandering somewhere else, and I don’t know when or what month I will be able to visit again.

"Your Majesty seems to be quite emotional?" the man asked.

Lin Xiao sighed softly. "It's just that I'm homesick when I'm touched by the scenery."

"Oh? It seems that you are not a Qianshan Taoist?" the man said.

"Indeed it's not." Lin Xiao admitted, then asked, "Where are fellow Taoists?"

The man said: "It's Qianshan Road, Kongren Mountain."

Lin Xiao smiled. "No wonder fellow Taoists can find us accurately."

The man also smiled. "We know each other well from my family. It seems that I am waiting for the right person. I don't know how to respect you..."

Lin Xiao directly answered: "Behind Tan Tang Gate, there are thousands of mountains and rivers."

"Who is in the car?"

Lin Xiao didn't hide it either. "Ning Guogong's only daughter, Mu Xiyun."

The man seemed slightly surprised. "Your Majesty, you have nothing to hide."

Lin Xiao said: "There is no good left or right."

The man nodded. "That's true. A dead person naturally cannot speak." He then added: "I met fellow Taoist Taoist Sikong Ren of Xia Kongren Mountain."

"It's easy to say." Lin Xiao suddenly asked: "How did fellow Taoist know that we were going to Lingxiu Mountain?"

Sikong Ren said: "The scenery here is pleasant."

Lin Xiao laughed. "Fellow Taoist seems to understand women quite well."

Sikong Ren also smiled. "I actually only know how to enjoy myself."

Lin Xiao asked: "Who wants to kill us?"

Sikong Ren shook his head and said, "It's not about killing, it's about arresting. Jiu Yulou issued eight "Xifeng Orders" for the only daughter of the Duke of the country, and I am one of them."

Lin Xiao sighed after hearing this. "Big deal."

"It's a big deal."

Sikong Ren paused for a moment, then lowered his chin slightly on the table. "Listen to the voice, your Majesty also uses a sword?"

Lin Xiao said: "I do use a sword."

"Hmm..." Sikong Ren said softly, "The name of the sword I am using is called 'Hanchi'. It was made by Xuanling Tieying. It is three feet and four inches long. It has eight sides and is engraved with inscriptions. On the top of the head,

It can break gold and jade and destroy true essence."
To be continued...