Chapter 113 Searching for clothes on the street, eating deer at night
Xiong'er Mountain stretches across a vast expanse, surrounded by mountains and meandering water. It has a majestic view of mountains and mountains, as well as the beauty of bright lakes reflecting the sun.
Somewhere in the mountains, the terrain is slightly concave, and nearby streams gather here to form a lake several acres in size. Miscellaneous trees of varying heights grow around the lake, and winding paths stretch out from the trees, pointing to several squares of bluestones by the lake.
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A little Taoist priest with tattered robes was standing far behind a beautifully dressed cardamom girl, fiddling with the dirty and tattered robes from time to time, trying to cover up the embarrassment of his lower body.
The girl didn't look back, and her voice came from far in front: "I have been out for a few days, and I am already familiar with most of the terrain in Xiong'er Mountain. If you walk more than ten miles ahead, there will be a prosperous village. I will give it to you then.
By 'borrowing' two pairs of clothes, you don't have to be so secretive and coy anymore. But, how do you want to thank me?"
The little Taoist priest was a little angry: "You were the one who dragged my lower garment away. It's not an exaggeration to say that you are the culprit! Now the place below has been exposed to the cold wind for half a day and is in a state of chaos. It is impossible to say that there will be another row of 'filth'...
…You made me lose my composure like this, yet you still have the nerve to ask Xie Yi…”
The girl smiled with a smile on her face, and suddenly turned around, her eyes gleaming on her pure and charming face: "How rude can it be? I want to see it! Auntie, I have been practicing Taoism for more than 500 years, what kind of 'gaffe' have I never seen before?
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The little Taoist priest was frightened and hurriedly covered his body with his arms: "You... are shameless! When we get to the place, I will 'borrow' clothes on my own without your help! I don't want to be held hostage by you... Oh! No, I can't hold it in."
Stay... Aunt Xiaomu, wait a moment... Wait a moment, I'll go to the bushes over there to deal with it..."
This girl is Liu Xiaomu. At this time, she covered her red lips with her hands, and she was laughing so hard that her branches were trembling: "Giggle... Go, hurry up! A lazy donkey will make a lot of shit and pee... Giggle..."
The little Taoist priest was Yang Zhaoxi. At this moment, he quickly rushed behind a dense bush, hurriedly lifted up his tattered Taoist robe, emptied out the turbidity, and released it to his heart's content, letting out the cold air in his belly along with the foul smell. Again.
I found some smooth pebbles and small, poor leaves, wiped them clean, and then ran to the lake to wash my hands.
When Liu Xiaomu saw that he was ready, he didn't say hello and walked ahead along the mountain path. Yang Chaoxi cursed a few words and had no choice but to continue to follow, admiring the spring scenery of Xiong'er Mountain and listening to the casual humming in front of him.
At certain times, the feeling of depression disappears and becomes cheerful.
It was getting dusk when the two of them turned around a hillside and saw dozens of large and small courtyards piled up in the flat area between the mountains. Some were wooden huts like Yangliu Villa, while others were mud houses with mud walls.
.The fields outside the village are neatly arranged, people are walking around in the village, and chickens and dogs are hearing each other. It is indeed a rare and lush scene.
"I'll wait for you here. Go and come back soon." After Liu Xiaomu said that, he found a square stone, sat down leisurely, and stretched out exaggeratedly, showing off his graceful figure.
Yang Chaoxi looked at it and almost had a nosebleed. He quickly turned his head and stopped looking at her: "Go and go! I'm a martial artist on the trail, and I'm afraid a few villagers won't be able to do it!" After that, he walked around in all directions.
The wind's Taoist robes flew down the hillside.
Seeing that the little Taoist priest was so stubborn, Liu Xiaomu just covered his mouth and chuckled. When he was far away, he turned into a red light and jumped down towards the mountain col. His body was erratic, nimble and agile, and he was not inferior to a flying bird!
The twilight is getting darker, and the stars are rising. The leisurely east wind blows down the slope, following Yang Chaoxi's pace, running towards the village.
The red soil in the fields was soft and had obviously been plowed by cattle; the field ridges were straight, but they had just undergone some renovations. Yang Zhaoxi stepped deeply and shallowly, and walked straight forward along the edge of a certain field ridge, trying to minimize the impact on the fields.
of destruction.
As soon as I entered the village, my nerves became more and more tense, and a feeling called "guilty conscience" began to jump up and down in my body.
Yang Zhaoxi walked around several simple courtyards, dodged some farmers carrying farm tools, and began to choose a house to start with. There was no need to go to the poor houses in Chaimen. They were all poor people and there would be no extra clothes to dry. You had to find a house to dry.
For rich households with deep and wide courtyards and spacious houses, even if they "borrow" a few more items, their conscience will not be too painful.
Thinking like this, Yang Zhaoxi wandered around the village. After listening to the barking of dogs for a long time, he discovered a house made of blue bricks and black tiles!
The house is surrounded by courtyard walls, made of rammed earth, and the simple aconite gate made of logs is particularly eye-catching here. If you put it in this village, it is one of the tallest and most powerful households in the village.
Yang Zhaoxi was quite satisfied. With a little breath, she jumped up and slipped into the rammed earth wall gently and deftly.
There was no one in the courtyard, and the light of the oil lamp shone through the screen window of the side room. It was obvious that the owner of the house had not rested. There were a few pieces of clothing hung on the wooden rack outside the courtyard. Both the material and workmanship were unsatisfactory.
Yang Chaoxi thought to himself: That's fine! It's better than nothing. At least the trip was not in vain... At this time, a black shadow had quietly arrived and jumped towards him!
Yang Chaoxi felt the force of the breaking wind coming, and was startled. His body instinctively moved back a few feet, and his back hit the rammed earth wall with a dull sound. The black figure fell into the air and started barking around him.
, but it is a huge black dog.
The owner of the house was alarmed, ran out of the house, picked up a firewood stick and drank: "Niang Niang! Where is the thief from!"
The black dog took advantage of the crowd's strength and opened its mouth to bite him! Yang Chaoxi saw that he could not do anything, but he was decisive. He quickly turned over and flew over the courtyard wall, fleeing in the direction he came from.
However, after only three breaths, the black dog came after him! But the owner of the house opened the courtyard door in anger and let the dog chase him.
The owner of the house was also anxious and wise, and he shouted in a hurry: "There are bandits! There are bandits! Uncles and brothers, let the dogs bite him!"
So some courtyards opened their doors and let out their local dogs. Then a thrilling and funny scene was staged in this secluded village:
A beggar-like little Taoist priest was running away in front of him. A huge black dog led a dozen native dogs to chase him desperately. The barking of dogs one after another echoed throughout the mountain col. The dogs chased him far away from the village.
They stopped one after another and watched Yang Zhaoxi running up the steep hillside and gradually disappearing into the low bushes all over the mountain.
Yang Zhaoxi panicked and didn't know which way to go. He fell down a few times and his face was covered with red soil and grass leaves. When he climbed up the hillside, he was hit by thorns and jujube trees again, leaving bloody marks on his hands and legs.
The already torn Taoist robe was now even more torn into pieces: when I left, it was just leaking from the wind, but when I came back, I was already half-clothed...
After climbing back to the hillside, Liu Xiaomu was still sitting on the stone, looking at him with a smile. It was getting dark early, but the embarrassment in his lower body continued unabated. Yang Zhaoxi put his hands in front of him, clamped his legs and moved forward.
As he walked, he saw two more linen bundles, one large and one small, beside Liu Xiaomu.
Liu Xiaomu looked at his extremely embarrassed look, and remembered the whole process that he had followed all the way, and burst out laughing: "Hahaha! A little Taoist priest with great martial arts skills...haha...was chased by an army of black dogs, and abandoned his helmet.
A...has no power to fight back...haha...how will he hang out in the world in the future...hahaha..."
Yang Zhaoxi was ridiculed by her in every possible way, but she couldn't think of a word to retort. Her face turned red and white. The tattered robe she was covering was blown away by the wind from time to time, which made the embarrassment even greater. This situation, this situation, is not surprising.
I dare to say that it is shameless and shameless!
Liu Xiaomu laughed for a long time, then slowly stopped, grabbed a big baggage next to him, and threw it at him: "The clothes have been 'borrowed' for you, take it!" However, when he saw the weird way he clamped his legs,
He couldn't help but laugh out loud again, "Go and take a shower and change clothes quickly! Auntie is waiting here and will definitely not peek at you. Hahaha!"
Yang Zhaoxi took the big baggage and ran hurriedly out of the slope without even bothering to say thanks. There happened to be a stream a few miles away, and it was just a good time to cleanse his dirty face.
At this time, the crescent moon is about to be full, and the clear light shines on the bluestone stream, and the surrounding scenery is vividly visible.
Yang Zhaoxi sat down on the bluestone by the stream and opened the big baggage. Inside, there were neatly stacked shirts without crotch, long-sleeved shirts, undershirts, short hakama, long skirts, scarves, buns, belts, hemp socks, and aconite.
Boots, etc., to name a few.
After a lot of searching, Liu Xiaomu managed to find two sets of regular clothes. There was also an ox bone comb for combing hair.
The stream was cold, but it was not intolerable to Yang Chaoxi, who was very good at Taoism. He quickly took off his rags, got into the stream, washed himself from head to toe, then came up to tie his hair with a towel,
After wrapping the bag, he sat on the bluestone to practice his luck, and evaporated the water from his head and body. Then he took a set of daily clothes from the bag, put them on one by one, then packed up the remaining clothes and went to Liu Xiaomu's side.
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However, after taking a few steps, I heard laughter: "Hee hee! Little Taoist priest! After washing up like this, he is quite handsome! It's just that he is skinny and does not show his heroic spirit..."
Yang Chaoxi looked slightly embarrassed, but thanks to the clothes she found, she didn't want to get angry on the spot, so she could only snort loudly: "After walking for half a day, I'm already unbearably hungry, so why don't we go hunt some wild animals and roast them to satisfy our hunger."
Liu Xiaomu smiled and nodded: "What's so difficult about this? Let's go back to the lake in the afternoon. There will be animals in the mountains at night looking for food and water. Catching one or two will be enough for a few days." As he spoke,
Liu Xiaomu opened the other bag in his hand, and inside it was the steamed cakes, Hu cakes and the like that he had just picked up. "If you are hungry, eat some first to fill your stomach."
Yang Zhaoxi took it over his hand, then opened his mouth to chew regardless of his eating appearance. Liu Xiaomu also picked up a piece of Hu Pancake, with her red lips slightly opened, took a few small bites, chewed lightly, looked at Yang Zhaoxi's vicious eating appearance, and smiled without saying a word.
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The two of them ate while walking, and the more than ten miles of mountain road were quickly measured by their feet. The lake they passed in the afternoon avoided the bushes and gradually spread out in front of their eyes. In the sparkling microwaves, the moonlight swayed and the mountains looked as far as the eye could see.
Looking from afar, it is refreshing and spectacular.
Yang Zhaoxi turned her face sideways, her eyes full of doubts: "The scenery in this place is indeed great, but there is not a single animal that comes to admire the moon!"
Liu Xiaomu's almond-shaped eyes widened slightly: "Haste makes waste! Why are you in a hurry? Go and prepare some wooden sticks and pebbles first, and then when the animals come, you can catch them off guard. Otherwise, with your current physical skills, can you outrun them?"
Yang Zhaoxi did as he was told and quickly brought over a dozen pebbles suitable for grasping. Liu Xiaomu had also whittled a dozen wooden sticks. The two looked at each other and smiled, then followed the lake and found a place with many animal footprints.
, and lurked in the nearby tree.
Liu Xiaomu went over and whispered: "Just hit the eye! Be sure to hit it with one hit."
Yang Chaoxi nodded, staring at the lake, not daring to look at her sideways. Just now, Liu Xiaomu blew his breath like orchid, blowing a small stream of warm air next to his ears, which made him feel itchy in his heart. At this time, he actually had the intention to
A mind-blowing feeling.
After a long time, there was finally a rustling sound, making a ripple in the quiet night. I saw groups of black shadows walking silently to the lake, and the green lights on their heads were their eyes.
Yang Zhaoxi woke up from her drowsiness, and saw Liu Xiaomu's slightly focused eyes as he handed it over. The two looked at each other for a moment, with the pebbles and wooden picks already in their hands, and they shot towards the black shadow by the lake.
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"Boom! Boom! Yo, yo... Da, da, da..." A burst of commotion sounded, and the calm spring night suddenly became boiling. Most of the black shadows saw that the situation was not good and had already fled in all directions.
There were only two groups of black figures stumbling around, as if they could no longer tell the direction: one group hit the bluestone by the lake, dizzy, wailing in the mouth, and stumbling; the other group actually rushed directly into the lake, and the water splashed in the struggle, but it could not stop it.
The momentum of sinking.
Yang Chaoxi and Liu Xiaomu saw that they had succeeded, so they jumped down from the tree. Yang Chaoxi punched the black shadow on the side of the stone, ending its pain.
The method of locust stone is to kill him blindly.
Liu Xiaomu was like a Lingbo fairy. She tapped her feet on the lake a few times, stretched out her jade arms, picked up a wet black shadow, and threw it on the shore. The black shadow was twitching all over, and there was still a hole in one of its eyes.
Wooden skewers.
The two looked at each other's gains and couldn't help but high-five each other. Liu Xiaomu laughed and said, "My wild deer is bigger! You lost another round."
Yang Zhaoxi spread his hands and said: "Is there a difference between the two? If you had told me earlier, I would definitely pick a bigger one and then fight..." The two argued boringly for a while, and then they worked together to skin the two wild deer.
It was cleaned and grilled by the lake.
The venison was tender, lean but not woody, with sweet juice and fragrant flavor on the teeth and cheeks. The two of them ate for a long time, their mouths were full of oil, but they only ate the slightly smaller wild deer. The other one was roasted and had to be cut into pieces.
Make several pieces, wrap them in a long-sleeved shirt, and save them for tomorrow.
After dinner, it was already late, and the blazing bonfire made the two people's faces blush. Yang Zhaoxi turned around and said, "Aunt Xiaomu, you can rest here! I'll find a tree branch to sleep on.
Come and meet up tomorrow morning."
Liu Xiaomu gathered her broken hair at her temples. Her face reflected in the firelight was too beautiful to be true: "I am a demon and you are a human. If you want to talk about the difference between men and women and the different paths of men and monsters, what kind of Taoist friend can I be? I don't care about these details.
Don’t take it seriously. If you mind, just sleep on the tree!”
Yang Chaoxi felt slightly ashamed, but then she realized a little more: If she was upright in her heart, what would be the difference between men and women, and the differences between men and monsters? It would be better to throw away the stereotypes and let the thoughts flow naturally.
A man of spiritual integrity and sincerity.
Thoughts arise and die in just a moment. Yang Zhaoxi figured this out and sat down by the campfire: "Auntie is right, I will rest here. Since we are Taoist friends, we should trust each other and take care of each other."
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Liu Xiaomu also leaned against the bluestone, sitting cross-legged, smiling and nodding: "That's how it should be." After saying that, he closed his eyes and fell into meditation.
The bonfire gradually extinguished, and a wisp of smoke jumped up from the ashes and climbed up into the night. The lake and mountains were serene, and the silence of the past was restored.