It is said that the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round, but when Zhang Qingjiu and his party arrived at the foot of Panshan Mountain, except for the torches in their hands that illuminated the way forward, it was pitch black in front of them and they could not see their fingers.
The winding mountain seemed to be sleeping in the hazy deep blue, like a lying giant beast. Thick dark clouds hung on the top of the mountain layer by layer, blocking the moon from any light.
Inexplicably depressing and gloomy.
Tonight is so different from last night.
If this was the case, the colorful sky this evening should not have appeared.
Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes, suppressed his uneasiness, and turned to look at the people behind him.
For the convenience of walking, she wore men's clothes all the way. Except for the people accompanying her, the group of people didn't even know that the person standing in front of them was actually a woman. They only saw that he was thin, frail, fair and handsome. At first, everyone thought
She regarded him as a pampered young master in the capital, and she did not dare to neglect him easily after thinking about the instructions from her superiors.
But this "delicate young man" just followed them without saying a word. He didn't ride a horse, let alone a carriage, and didn't even say he was tired. As a result, everyone started to pay attention to this "fair and clean young man".
"Young Master Brother" has a little more love and admiration.
The world's desire to be strong has existed since ancient times.
By the light of the torch, Zhang Qingjiu looked at everyone calmly. When she told the purpose of her trip, everyone's eyes and expressions changed obviously.
The admiration and love that was just born disappeared in an instant.
Some people began to whisper that the mountain was so big that it was nonsense to move it!
Some people say that it is indeed the way the noble master made it, and they really mean "why not eat minced meat"!
Some people said that all kinds of things in the city have not been done, but they are asked to do such a thing, which is simply unbelievable!
…
At first it was just a small murmur, but someone suddenly yelled, "No," and the crowd instantly became noisy, with a faint hint of riot.
Although the guards of the Prefecture were uneasy, but after all they were receiving royal salary, they naturally understood who they were targeting at this moment, so they immediately took a step forward, as if they were about to pull out their swords from their waists.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to ask them to calm down.
After a while, when the noise gradually became quieter, Zhang Qingjiu continued to speak. This time she didn't say anything else, only five words: "To do it or not to do it?"
The actions of the guards were not small, and the common people would not have missed them, and many people saw Zhang Qingjiu's reaction in their eyes.
Everyone looked at each other and turned their attention to the leader in the middle.
I saw that the man was about forty years old, with an upright face and resolute eyes. After he came out, he bowed to Zhang Qingjiu and said, "This gentleman is not willing to be ignored by ordinary people, but this winding mountain belongs to me in Yongzhou."
The patron saint, everyone is really in awe of him."
They regard Panshan as their patron saint, indeed some people say so.
The man in front of him was quite smart. He refused directly if he couldn't do anything else, and only gave Zhang Qingjiu such a specious answer.
This is not the level of art, but the level of Tao.
If she can break through everyone's understanding, then she will know what needs to be done next;
If she can't even pass this test, why should she say goodbye to them?
Zhang Qingjiu looked at the man in front of him and saw that his expression was not ferocious and his eyes were very peaceful, so he knew that he actually did not mean to cause too much trouble, but was just taking advantage of the situation.
There is no need to care about such people.
Narrowing his eyes, Zhang Qingjiu nodded, "You are right, Panshan is indeed a spiritual mountain, but... that is the Panshan of the past."
The man raised his eyebrows and immediately understood what Zhang Qingjiu meant. His eyes flashed and he asked: "What do you mean by this, sir? Is it possible that this mountain will still be changed?"
But he is wise, but not everyone is wise.
When the people behind him heard these words, they immediately started making a stir again. Every word you said to me was even worse than the noise just now.
Zhang Qingjiu was not in a hurry, letting them discuss with each other, and the looks they looked at him became mocking.
The truth in this world is very simple. When there are many people, it doesn’t matter what is true or false.
But, in the end, things still have to be done.
This time, she did not wait for everyone to calm down. Instead, at the moment when the rebellion was at its most intense, she took a bunch of torches from the guards on the side and took a small step forward, "Everyone..."
The scene was obviously very noisy, but her clear voice penetrated the entire crowd, and the crowd suddenly became silent for no apparent reason.
But just when Zhang Qingjiu was about to continue, a deep voice suddenly came from behind everyone.
"Everyone," the voice was hoarse and noble, he said, "She is right, the winding mountains of the past are not the winding mountains of today."
Zhang Qingjiu's heart skipped a beat, and the slightly tilted torch in his hand instantly erupted into a burst of sparks.
"Who?" Listening to the sudden voice and the sonorous and powerful steps that followed, the people turned their heads one after another.
At the end of the crowd, in the bustling crowd, Zhang Qingjiu looked past the crowds of people and saw the tall and thin figure.
Zhang Qingjiu's eyelashes trembled. For a moment, she thought Dongfang was white.
Chu Lan's appearance caught everyone off guard.
The reason why the common people dared to challenge Zhang Qingjiu just now was because they thought that they had "understood each other clearly", but they did not dare to act rashly against Chu Lan who suddenly came with a large number of people wearing armor and looking solemn.
Everyone watched Chu Lan turn over and dismount, step forward step by step, and subconsciously retreated to both sides. It was obviously a narrow valley, but in the end, a path was opened for him so that they could walk side by side without any hindrance.
Feng Zhi looked at the surprised and uncertain people around him, and when he saw the "lonely" figure not far away opposite, a trace of helplessness and sigh flashed in his eyes.
Fortunately, I finally caught up.
Chu Lan didn't say a word as she walked from one end of the crowd to the other until she stopped in front of Zhang Qingjiu and stood beside her.
He just looked calmly and calmly at the people who were looking at him with inquiring eyes. He slowly took off a token from his waist and held it up. Then he heard his clear voice.
, "I am Chu Lan, the prince of Dahui."
Prince? When these two words came out, everyone at the scene was stunned.
"See His Majesty the Crown Prince!" Someone reacted and shouted, and instantly the whole valley was filled with people kneeling on the ground.
Chu Lan's eyes lightly scanned the kneeling people, and did not let them get up immediately. He slowly turned around and pointed towards the dark mountains behind him, "What Mr. Cai Zhang said just now was not a lie. The terrain of the winding mountain is indeed true."
It’s different from the past, and that’s where the change lies.”