The snow and moon are in perfect harmony, and young people are more pure and pure.
Including the guy who called himself Cui Dongshan, a total of six people walked together to the tall mansion with a library of six thousand volumes.
A thin, monkey-like man walked in front, sweeping the snow with his feet to clear the way, so that the embroidered shoes on the woman's feet would not be soaked by the snow.
A woman named Wang Manmeng claimed to be in the sea-viewing realm, but she didn't like to be called a fairy. The skinny man once flattered a horse and got a slap in the face.
Along the way, she and the handsome young man who called himself Cui Dongshan had a lot of chats. Of course, a woman from a wild cultivator's background had many delicate thoughts hidden under her flowery smile, just like the road under the snow.
The snow looks white and flawless, but if you really want to push it away with your feet, you will see that it is mud.
Wang Manmeng noticed that the steps of the young man next to him were light and frivolous. He did not look like a practitioner. His boots were already covered with snow shavings. The young man was shivering from the cold. He lightly patted the fallen snow on his head and shoulders and asked again and again, "Are you here? Are you here?"
The main reason was that this woman had a disagreement with her concubine Hong Chou. Wang Manmeng was unwilling to live under the influence of others, and she hated the imperial government. She also did not want to find a mountain to establish a mountain sect. There were many rules on the mountain, and there were many right and wrong.
After all, Hong Chou was born in the Jianghu. How could he know the secrets in the mountains and kill people without blood? When he met those genealogy monks with strong backing and profound backgrounds, he would often walk by the river without getting wet shoes. There would always be some innocent disasters. As long as he met with
Those who have conflicts, if they really have a family business, it will be difficult to escape. How can it be so easy to just walk away? How about being submissive to the other party and asking for compromise? What else can be done then? With Hong Chou's dignified appearance,
Why don't you clean your butt and sell it, or do the "make-up" thing and push her out? You Hong Chou don't mind wearing a hat, but I still think it's too troublesome to pretend to be sweet in bed.
So the two groups of people lived in the adjacent Gaomen Mansion, which was quite similar to that of the well and the river.
The woman and the young man in white walked into the house side by side and came to a lobby. The valuables had been emptied out long ago, making it look like the house was bare. There was only a nanmu plaque left, but it was not hung on the wall, but lying casually on the table next to the wall.
Below. The young man in white crossed the threshold and entered the lobby. He glanced a few times and found that there was indeed nothing left. He ran and squatted by the table. Then he stuck his butt out, got under the table, and reached out to erase the words on the plaque.
Dust, "life is long".
Cui Dongshan took out the plaque and put it on the table, intending to move it back to Mixuefeng's study.
There were two braziers in the house, and they burned the charcoal themselves. The thin man worked diligently and added more charcoal to the brazier. Finally, he did not forget to stir some charcoal ash to cover the red charcoal to prevent the charcoal from burning too fast.
At first glance, he seems to be a diligent and thrifty man.
They were divided into two groups, each sitting around the fire pot, with heavy snow falling outside.
Probably because of the presence of a strange young man, there were not many words and the atmosphere was deserted.
The origin of this person is unknown. He dared to enter the ghost town alone. How could he be the kind of ignorant young man who looks weak and helpless on the surface? There are only a few good people who dare to enter the ghost town alone. He looks like a young man, God knows how old he is.
Only the man who added charcoal shamelessly sat on the side of the beautiful woman, just face to face with the pretty girl.
Wang Manmeng is Hong Chou's mistress. Normally, no one dares to flirt with her. Previously, Guqiu just looked like someone who has read a book. When entering the city, Hong Chou often wears small shoes. Now this skinny man is an exception. I guess
I feel that even if my mistress is not picky about food, she will not eat like this.
The charcoal exploded in the brazier, making a sound like a firecracker. Occasionally, sparks would fly and hit the man's trouser legs several times. The skinny man seemed to be worried that the sparks would burn through his trouser legs, so he would always slap him a few times.
Cui Dongshan bent down and picked up a piece of charcoal from the edge of the brazier, crushed it lightly, and said with a smile: "It's white charcoal, it's much more expensive than ordinary black charcoal. Sister Manmeng, you can do it. You are so particular about your life?"
Wang Manmeng raised his chin, glanced sideways at the man sitting opposite Cui Dongshan, and smiled charmingly, "How do I know about white charcoal and black charcoal? It is Qian Houer's unique craft. He has no serious skills. He works as a cook in the kitchen, chopping wood and burning charcoal.
, he is a good hand at digging the ground with a hoe and building wooden carts."
The man, who was as thin as a bamboo stick, was leaning forward, with his head lowered, stretching out his hands to warm himself by the fire. He was looking at the beautiful woman's embroidered shoes from the corner of his eye. His throat moved slightly and he swallowed. He was really greedy.
Wang Manmeng's skin is so white that she can squeeze out water. Her feet, which are wearing embroidered shoes and not exposed to the sun all year round, are whiter and tenderer. Gu Qiu, who used to help her pour water for washing her feet, is really a blessing...
At this moment, he raised his head after hearing this, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Brother Cui has a good eye. It is indeed white charcoal, not comparable to black charcoal. It can withstand burning, does not smoke, and does not choke. Of course, good things cost money. Ordinary people's homes do
I can’t afford this kind of white charcoal.”
Cui Dongshan took off a pair of boots that were soaked in snow water, apologized, then carried one in each hand, turned the boots over to warm the fire, and asked with a smile: "How much silver can a hundred pounds of charcoal cost in your hometown?"
Qian Houer smiled and said: "My hometown is close to the mountains. There are several kinds of hardwoods on the mountains, which are very suitable for burning white charcoal. They are quite famous. It is recorded in the government records. The mouth of the kiln that burns charcoal is called Qingli.
Kiln, as for how the name came about, there is an explanation. There was a Carp Goddess Temple at the foot of a mountain and by a river. Later, when I was far away from home, I found out that it was called the Temple of Obscenity. The name was weird, and I didn’t know who the imperial court and the scholars were.
No matter what I think, I won’t change my opinion. Before I left my hometown, I remembered that the incense at the Liyu Empress Temple was always very good. When I was a child, I often burned incense and burned it too much. If we encounter heavy snow weather like today,
The weather is freezing and the price has gone up as God has given me some food. It can be sold for two, two, four, five cents in silver. If I have some connections with the accountants and concierges of wealthy people in the prefectures and counties, the price can be doubled.
Brother Cui, at first glance, he is a wealthy man from our family, and he is also a Taoist god on the mountain. How do you know the market price of the charcoal business?"
Wang Manmeng actually wanted to interrupt several times, but seeing that the young man in white listened attentively and patiently, he waited for Qian Houer to finish talking, then complained with a smile: "Cui Lang is just asking you for a price, you are talking nonsense like this."
Why do you have to do so much? If the horse urinates too much, it will lead to more saliva?"
The skinny man had a sullen look on his face. In fact, this Jianghu man nicknamed Qian Houer usually doesn't talk much and has no choice. He is just a martial artist of the Three Realms who knows martial arts skills. His voice can be as loud as possible. He only talks about burning charcoal.
This craft is related to my hometown. Fortunately, I finally met someone who knew the stuff. The man couldn't help himself for a while and couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Cui Dongshan smiled and said: "My husband has burned charcoal before. He is an expert. I just listened to it a few times. If my husband were here, I would definitely chat with you more."
Cui Dongshan asked casually: "How long have you been here and how much money have you earned?"
Wang Manmengjiao said: "Returning to Cui Lang, I came to the city at the beginning of summer last year, and more than half a year passed in a blink of an eye. As for how much I earned, I won't talk about it unless the wealth is exposed. It's hard to say that I came back with a full load. Anyway, my hard work is not in vain.
After a trip, life is always much easier than working as a pawn for the courts of various countries. I have had a rare good year. Is Cui Lang interested in traveling with us? Hong Chou has a friend.
The brother-in-law, who has some connections with military generals, is very well-informed. At the end of last year, he sent word that the Dayuan Dynasty would not be able to take care of these ghost towns that had been drained of their oil and water in the past two or three years. The emperor was too busy.
Very cool."
At the end of last winter, before they met Zhong Kui and Gu Su, they had actually calculated well. According to Guqiu's valuation, they had already earned almost exactly one grain rain coin. When divided evenly, it was almost ten snow coins per person. They just followed the agreement.
According to the customary rules of the road, this is not how the accounts are calculated. The real bosses are Hong Chou, who claims to be a martial artist in the fifth realm, but is actually in the sixth realm, and Wang Manmeng, who claims to be in the Guanhai realm, but is actually in the cave realm. The dew of these two actions
Yuanyang, the two of them divided almost 40%, but this team was put together by the two of them, and no one dared to object. After all, Hong Chou's knife, even the evil ghost floating around.
If you can kill, it's not difficult to kill a few living people. If you don't take advantage of others, you are already very ethical. After that, they seemed to have good luck, and they actually earned another seven or eight small sums of money. Now the two groups of people are watching Wang Manmeng and
What happened to Hong Chou?
Cui Dongshan asked with a smile: "If you come to a place like this to make money with your life, no one will die?"
Wang Manmeng smiled and said: "No, I'm really lucky. As expected, the first thing I did when I entered the city was to go to the City God's Temple to burn incense and make a wish. Qian Hou'er was also very skilled and helped burn two large dustpans of paper money."
Qian Hou'er was so praised that his whole bones seemed to be a few taels lighter, and he sat there with a grin on his face.
It is indeed rare for twelve people to enter the city together without any danger, not to mention making a lot of money, and everyone has a beard and tail, and no one is missing an arm or a leg. Colleagues in other cities are not so lucky.
Well, there were dozens of ghost towns in the old Dayuan Dynasty, large and small. The imperial court had held water and land rituals in the past. After each fasting ceremony, it was of no practical use at all. The vicious ghosts were still running rampant. Later, as the New Year approached,
After a while, it calmed down a bit. It was probably because they were paired up like this, led by a few Shanze wild cultivators who knew some mountain magic, and gathered a group of warriors from the martial arts world. Together, the wild dogs dug for food, and some of the food leaked from the fingernails of the imperial officers and soldiers.
In the autumn and winter of last year, news often spread that in those states and counties, people died suddenly from time to time, or were even possessed by ghosts, or suffered nightmares, and suddenly started killing each other until the day came.
As soon as it lit up, there were corpses all over the ground. It was rumored that there was a ghost town where there had been a fierce war. The yin energy was so strong that a group of earthly immortals and ghosts emerged, gathering thousands of yin soldiers in the surrounding area. Hong Chou
I was very worried at that time, and I had the idea of ​​evacuating the city. I was just worried that the golden elixir ghosts and immortals were going south, and the Yin soldiers crossing the border was no joke. But for some reason, as the New Year was approaching, everyone
The ghost town seemed to have clearly defined boundaries. There were no longer any signs of hordes of wild ghosts every night, as if there were signs of heroic ghost generals mobilizing their troops. On the night of New Year's Eve, in the middle of the night, there was another big commotion.
In the field, Guqiu actually did not hesitate to violate the prohibition and risk being held accountable by the Dayuan court and even the Confucian academy. He put on an official robe of the City God for the first time and sat in the City God's temple. After that, all the ghosts seemed to
Then everything disappeared. Qian Houer swore that it was God who opened his eyes and collected those lonely ghosts and gave them a home. He paved a road to the underworld in the world, and the ghosts walked across the Naihe Bridge and drank.
After drinking Meng Po Tang, you can be reincarnated.
Wang Manmeng was an out-and-out qi practitioner. What she saw and knew was nothing comparable to what Qian Houer heard from a few old folk sayings, but she was also confused. At that time, she noticed a strange phenomenon in the sky and earth, and hurriedly rushed to the top of the city.
, I just feel as if there is an indescribable "weather" in the whole world. It is not the vision of the mountains and rivers where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers that Qi practitioners dream of. Wang Manmeng has made a special trip to see it from a distance in his life.
Passing a long-admired fairy mountain, near the sect called "Taiping Mountain", the woman had seen a similar scene, but it seemed far less magnificent than that night. Late at night,
Wang Manmeng stood alone on the top of the city. When she looked at the dots of "lights", they slowly gathered together and left the ghost town in groups. It was vaguely visible that there was a scribe wearing an official robe in the group.
, the armored soldiers, after their death, seemed to be still maintaining order on the last journey of the Yinming Mountains and Waters Road. In the team, there was the pale but smiling child, led by the elders, and the helper on the top of the city.
The women who collected the corpses and built the righteous village bent down to express their thanks... The woman on the top of the city was stunned. After coming back to her senses, she stretched out her thumb and wiped her face. In that moment, for no reason, she remembered a sentence she had never heard from before.
If words are not meant to be true, the righteousness of heaven and earth will last forever.
But this idea faded away when she got off the city wall, and disappeared completely after dawn. What the woman thought about was her own way out in the future.
Wang Manmeng looked at the young man in white who put his boots next to the brazier and started to bake a pair of snow-white socks with his nose, and asked charmingly: "Cui Lang, what do you do? It seems that you are a genealogical monk from which new mountain.
You are traveling down the mountain here alone, and the elders of the master's sect will not follow you to help protect the road?"
It's not like the monks who serve in the New Dayuan court. They have no airs. To put it simply, the way they look at others is really looking at them.
Wang Manmeng, as a casual cultivator from an expelled sect, has been wandering around for half a hundred years, so he still has a lot of this kind of eyesight.
The boy in white clothes pinched his nose with one hand, shook two satin socks with the other hand, and said with a smile: "I am now the master of a sect."
Wang Manmeng covered her mouth with one hand and smiled sweetly, then patted the boy's arm gently, "Cui Lang really loves to joke."
To be continued...