Chapter 3 No worries about the journey

"Sir, I heard the rumors that this fog ghost on this road is difficult to deal with!" The merchant surnamed Li was still scared. "It has been in chaos here for more than a few months. Previously, Nanhua County Government invited the masters from the temple to come, but it was unable to handle the matter. After the heavy rain, mountain fog started, which made it convenient for the fog ghost..."

"Yes, and it's dark and slippery..."

"Or what if you wait until dawn tomorrow and go find it on a sunny day?"

"If sir, Chen is willing to go with him!"

Everyone said something and said something, and most of them wanted to persuade Song You not to go.

The meaning of concern is probably that there is also the idea of ​​not wanting Song You to leave easily, but even the latter is normal. It’s just that there are too many words. Song You didn’t know who to go back for a while, staring at the fire for a few seconds, but decided not to reply one by one, and only said to the Chen escort:

"The head of the ward should stay here."

This also shows attitude.

This Chen-san's bodyguard is a person with credibility and courage. No matter how capable a person is, he is worthy of respect.

"We Wushan tea merchants have shops in Yi, just in Xicheng, just ask about Wushan tea shops. If you have a place to use it, whether you want to find someone to lead the way or do something, please come to us."

Those who are calm are not careful.

For a moment, only Song You was left in the pavilion.

After drinking water and eating dry food, it is time to part.

The only bodyguard named Chen who has this courage is not good enough to let go of everyone and get into the fog.

"call……"

The escort from Chen was whispering to the merchant named Li that his junior brother was a good escort. He had high skills and dared to fight and kill. It was just the first time he saw a ghost. He felt a little worried and had a bad performance. He hoped that the merchant named Li would not care.

In the past, he went down the mountain to solve problems for nearby villagers, and the villagers were so respectful. He understood a truth many years ago—

...

When he saw Song You take the wallet and put it in his arms, the merchant surnamed Li and the people behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

The mountain wind was covered with fog and the chill disturbed people. I woke up several times in the night. I didn’t sleep well, but I couldn’t sleep. Song You woke up just after dawn, and there were other merchants who were not sleeping soundly, and there were many people who couldn’t sleep all night.

I saw that the fog in front of me was so rich that it could not be melted. It was like the morning in the mountains in winter. Suddenly, a mountain wind blew, and the mountain fog flowed with it. Under the reflection of the fire, you could see those tiny particles. In this hazy dreamlike scene, a figure walked slowly and gradually walked out of the fog.

Song You's tone is gentle and cold.

The man was young and handsome, wearing a simple Taoist robe, and his expression was as calm as ever, as if he had just done something insignificant.

The sounds around you can hear in your ears.

Sometimes accepting other people's kindness is actually a manifestation of generosity, let alone thank you.

Everyone looked at each other, and the merchant surnamed Li was the leader, while the rest stood up and gave a stern and deep salute.

"Sir, don't go."

Song You stood up directly, pumped a piece of fire from the fire, and walked into the fog alone under the gaze of merchants and bodyguards.

He didn't say again until he entered the pavilion and sat down again in front of the fire:

It seems to be a good weather again.

"Sir, don't go..."

"Yidu..."

There are many demons in this world, and there are many people who catch monsters and exorcise ghosts. Some temples also host such businesses, which is not a rare industry, so paying money has become a normal thing.

Although Song You woke up, he continued to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Then there was a ghost howling, like a shrill cry, or a fierce howling, making people's scalp numb.

This night is not long or short.

Everyone admired and worried for a moment, but there was no other way, so they had to hide next to the fire and stared at the depths of the thick fog with concern. I didn't know whether they were looking forward to the young man coming back or were afraid that another fog ghost would appear in the fog.

Mud, flowers, plants and dew, the world and people's hearts are all practices.

The dew is heavy in the morning and the air is moist. You can smell the smell of soil and plants. It is as suitable for practice as at dusk.

It was cold in the morning in the mountains. I blew into the bowl and immediately swept a layer of white mist along the edge of the bowl. The cakes were so dry that they had to use water. It was also a comfortable thing to pour a bowl of hot water after sleeping in the mountains.

Interestingly, the bodyguard surnamed Chen took his junior brother to the forest and flipped some less wet firewood, chopped it into pieces and placed it in the corner of the pavilion, which was considered to make up for the amount burned last night. Maybe it would be dry for two days before it was dry.

The merchants had goose bumps on their arms, and their hair stood up one by one on the bumps, and they felt a little more worried about the young man.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was another movement nearby.

At this time, the sun came out and suddenly shone the blue in the horizon. The light hit the clouds obliquely, as if it had a shape, and it was wisps. At first, it had no temperature on the face and soon became warm.

The flames crackled, and the young man had closed his eyes.

Song You watched by the side, thinking.

The dew bent the weeds' waists, and then dripped down the curve of the bent over, hitting the bluestone slab and shattering. There were squirrels moving on the ancient cypress, and birds in the forest got up early.

"Go slowly."

"The night is still long, everyone can rest soon."

Then the merchant surnamed Li took out a small purse and respectfully handed it to him, saying it was a thank you gift.

However, after this, Song You didn't want to say more.

Rather than being respectful, it is more important to be particular.

The businessman was chatting and had a few conversations during breakfast, and Song You also got to know them a little more.

"hiss!"

However, no one dared to investigate.

Soon, fire burst out in the fog.

I took less roads yesterday, and I have to make up for it today.

Soon, the sound came to an abrupt end.

By the time they opened their eyes again, the merchants had raised the fire again, boiled boiling water in a small pot, and respectfully brought Song You a bowl.

I heard the merchant surnamed Li whispering with other merchants, discussing to raise money to thank Song You, but I was also confused about how much money I should pay, and I wanted to be generous and care.

The merchants loaded the goods and left in a hurry.

Song You didn't refuse either.

The merchants couldn't sleep for a moment, and looked at each other in a glance, and recalled the scene just now. The young man turned back in the fog, and his figure gradually changed from blur to clear, as if carrying hope. Perhaps some people will never forget this picture in their lifetime.

I knew they were Yizhou tea merchants and also knew that Yizhou was an important node in the tea-horse trade. Now I know from them that although the guidance price for the imperial court to purchase tea in various places in recent years has not changed, the specific price of local areas has been lower and lower. Therefore, many tea merchants were forced to transport the tea to Yidu and sell it to the Tea-Master Shop, while others took risks and sold it to Yidu to sell it to the dealers who specialize in collecting tea for western countries.

This group of merchants also wanted to invite Song You to travel with them to Yidu, probably because they wanted to repay their life-saving grace last night. However, Song You always had the same choice as he wanted, and would stop wherever he wanted, and would leave whenever he wanted. If he had to form a team with them, it would not only be a burden to them, but also a burden to himself, so he refused directly, just let them be careful all the way and not to spend the night in the wilderness again.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared at the fog without blinking, their hearts raising their throats.

After one sip, it warms from the throat to the lungs.

As for which type they are, they didn't say it, and Song You didn't ask.

Not long after, the drizzle had stopped.

At this time, the night was lonely, the cold rain had just stopped, the figure flashed in the fog, the cold wind was rustling, and even the weeds were alert. The only thing that was not afraid to move forward was that figure.

Song You looked up at the sky, murmured in a low voice, and also carried his bags and continued to set off.

No need to worry about a thousand miles of road, there will be a wind coming.

I saw ancient cypress trees washing in water on the road, with water droplets hanging on the branches, crystal clear and dropping from time to time. There was still morning mist this morning. From a distance, it was quietly accumulated in the depressions of the mountains, and from a close distance, it blurred the Qingyun corridor, making the ancient roads disappear at a glance, and they gradually dissipated in the morning light.

There will be no more troubles in this section of the road.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!