With her own family leading the way, the remaining part of the road will be much smoother. You can connect with the hidden stakes in the Forty-Eight Villages everywhere. Zhou Fei also learned about the trouble she caused, and it is rare to be honest.

In the blink of an eye, they were already close to the middle of Shu, and the liveliness of dissociating from the troubled times gradually came to their faces. Ma Jili asked them to rest for a night, and the next day, they had to send a letter to lead people into the Forty-eight Villages.

☆、Chapter 74 Incident

When Zhou Fei first came to the small town around the 48th Village, she was a country bumpkin who wished she could have more eyes, but once she was born again, and when she came back after such a long time, she seemed to have regarded herself as half the host. , all the way to Wu Chuchu and Xie Yun to point out the scenery in the middle of Shu - most of them are what Deng Zhen and Mrs. Wang have just told her when they left home last time, Zhou Fei is buying and selling now, and some senior brothers Deng seem to have mentioned it. , but it was too long, she couldn't remember a little, Zhou Fei would make up a few sentences on her own weak impression, nonsense was serious and serious.

If it wasn't for Xie Yun, who had been lurking here for half a year in order to sneak into the Forty-eight Villages, he would have believed her.

Xie Yun was so bad that she wanted to see what she could make up. She laughed until her bowels were knotted, but she didn't expose her. The jokes that I have been relying on for the next two years can be regarded as a once-in-a-lifetime accumulation.

Checking into the inn in the evening, Xie Yun also asked knowingly, "I don't see it too far, why don't we just go up the mountain directly, and have to delay here for a day?"

Zhou Fei said, "How would I know?"

Ever since she met Ma Jili and the others, she was no longer a heroine who said nothing and made decisions. After wiping her face, Zhou Fei turned around and became a little follower. Lazy Jiner came back immediately, Ma Jili said to go, she followed, Ma Jili said to rest, she rested without any objection, where to stay, which route to take, Zhou Fei did not participate in the opinion.

It is said that if a toddler falls down, if there is no one around, he will get up on his own without anything, but if there is an adult around, the cubs will have to cry and cry. The grievances of the cavity are widely advertised.

When Zhou Fei hadn't seen her relatives, she was no problem, but as soon as she returned to someone she knew, her childishness prevailed again before she had time to subside. After listening to Xie Yun's question, she was very reasonable. He replied, "Well, first of all, the mountain road is not easy to walk after dark, and there is fog in the forest, so it is very easy to get lost, and then..."

Ma Jili couldn't listen anymore, so he deliberately raised his voice slightly, and sent a disciple who accompanied him to say: "The number of people, the list and the token have been checked, and they will be sent to the first sentry in the mountain."

Zhou Fei suddenly realized, only then did she remember that there was still a sentry, and she added without changing her face: "Yes, and our village is relatively strict to enter and exit, we have to carefully check the identity, we have to pass..."

In order to prevent her from making up any more random things, Ma Jili hurriedly replied: "Ordinary disciples can enter and exit after two inspections. It is more troublesome to enter the mountain for the first time. At least one elder should be reported to it, and it will take two or three waits. God. It's going to be a little bit slower than usual."

Zhou Fei nodded, pretending that she actually knew.

Wu Chuchu couldn't help laughing out first, and Xie Yun held up the teacup to cover his face.

Zhou Fei was inexplicable.

Ma Jili coughed and said, "This young master Xie spent the Ximo River alone in the past. He was the first person in almost 20 years. He must be familiar with the sentry post and the rules."

Zhou Fei: "..."

Xie Yun flew away with a teacup before she stomped down. The old man who played and told stories under the teahouse was startled by him and broke a string of random sounds.

There was laughter in the teahouse, and the old storyteller was not angry, but helplessly rolled his eyes at Xie Yun, who flew out suddenly, threw the qin, picked up the gavel, and tapped lightly, saying, "Xianzi is a little uncomfortable. cháo, don't play anymore, this old man will tell you an old joke today."

Xie Yun rolled over and sat on the wooden beam of the teahouse, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip - just now he jumped up and down, but the water in the teacup didn't spill a drop.

I just heard someone say upstairs: "Old man is good, the new jokes are all nonsense or are we the old village owner?"

Another good person continued: "Don't tell the story that a knife dug a dragon ball out of the Dragon King's mouth!"

The idlers up and down the teahouse burst into laughter again.

This place is quite leisurely. The storyteller is used to fighting and farting with everyone in the teahouse. He is not short of money. Said eloquently: "To talk about our hero, Li Zheng, the old village owner, must be the number one..."

When leaving home, Mrs. Wang and the others were in a hurry, and they didn't stay in the town. It was the first time that Zhou Fei heard the characteristics of this local teahouse, and she didn't bother with Xie Yun anymore. She leaned on the railing and listened carefully.

The storyteller started from how Li Zheng first became famous in the first battle and swept a side with a snow-breaker. There were ups and downs, and there were details and strategies. Although there was a suspicion of exaggeration, it was very fascinating, although everyone here did not know how many times I heard it. , he still listened to it with relish, and when he said the part about "becoming a bandit", the whole building applauded.

Zhou Fei heard Ma Jili next to him sighing in a low voice, and said, "Being a bandit, the old village owner... The old village owner is a gift of life and death to us."

Zhou Fei turned her head and saw that the chief executive of Xiushan Hall was holding an empty cup, staring blankly at the storyteller downstairs, and whispered to herself, "What's so strange? Zhai, not only your uncle Ma has received the favor of the old Zhai owner, my father was one of the madmen who took over the uprising. He was a hero, and he died in battle a hundred times. If he failed, he was ordered to hunt down by the pseudo-chao, so he had to flee for his life with his old mother and a pair of younger brothers and sisters. On the way, relatives walked one by one. If it weren't for the old village owner, your uncle Ma would have become a pile of bone scum."

Zhou Fei was embarrassed to follow others to praise her grandfather, so she grabbed a few words from Ma Jili and said casually, "I never heard you say that Ling Zun was a great hero who fought against counterfeiting back then."

"What a bastard hero," Ma Jili waved his hand with a wry smile, with a hint of resentment on his face, as if he still couldn't let go of his father, he sighed heavily, "People have to know how many bowls of rice they eat, if they are the pillars, who will be the chopping wood? ?"

When he said this, he looked up at Zhou Fei, his expression was very serious, as if he regarded Zhou Fei as a peer who could speak equally.

Ma Jili said earnestly: "You say a man, his wife and children are in the room, and they can't even protect their little lives, so they rushed out to find death with a brain full of 'righteousness'. Is it interesting? Even if he has to implicate his family, he can be considered a man, and is he worthy of letting the child call him so much 'Daddy' from a young age?"

Zhou Fei stared at him for a while. Out of politeness, she pretended to nod her head in agreement, but she didn't know what she was thinking, so she said, "Tell me about this? I'm not a man, and I don't have a wife or child."

Ma Jili seemed to realize at this moment that she couldn't understand who she was talking to, so she shook her head and laughed at herself, then changed her voice and taught a gentle lesson: "You are the same, the big boss can really relax, you are in Xiushan Hall. When he took down the two pieces of red paper and pulled out, Uncle Ma thought to himself, this child, relying on her good skills, is so crazy, you see, she is sure to cause trouble when she goes out - what is the result? Really? Let me talk. My kid is two years younger than you, and if he's like you in the future, I'll break his leg and won't let him go out."

Li Yan grimaced at Zhou Fei across from the table, Zhou Fei hurriedly coughed, and bluntly changed the subject: "Uncle Ma, is the story of the old village owner that the old man told true?"

Ma Jili laughed when he heard the words: "The legend of the old village owner is more than the few things he said? I heard that when Cao Zhongkun usurped the throne, the twelve ministers were in danger and ordered to send the young emperor to the south, and he was accepted on the way. What about the care of our old village owner, otherwise how could they go so smoothly?"

Wu Chuchu's eyes widened, and even Xie Yun came over unknowingly. The big book was loudly spoken in the lobby below. Zhou Fei and the others were sitting around Ma Jili, listening to him whispering about "little book" , is also very happy.

Since Wu Chuchu and Xie Yun were two strangers in the entourage, the feedback from the Forty-Eight Villages was indeed a lot slower, but the rules are the rules. Staying in the small town, fortunately, the town is full of traffic, so it is not boring.

Li Yan quickly got acquainted with Wu Chuchu. During the day, she either heard about books in the teahouse, or dragged Zhou Fei around the market together. On the third night of settling down in the town, Ma Jili went upstairs with a pot of wine and said to Zhou Fei and the others: "It's almost time for someone to come tomorrow, your mother is not at home, these hozens are too slow to work, so they should rest early. ——Ayan, what about you, don’t sleep until tomorrow, it’s a little too outrageous.”

Wu Chuchu went back to the room early, Li Yan grinned, and Zhou Fei glared at him, so she reluctantly followed back to the next room, only Xie Yun stayed at the small wooden table by the window of the inn lobby, with A pot of thin wine, which he was accustomed to, looked at the almost clear moonlight in the mountains in the middle of Shu through the propped window.

Zhou Fei paused, she finally recovered from the excitement of going home soon - whether it was "Duanwang" or Xie Yun, sending them back this time will only be guests, and it is impossible to stay for a long time." Duan Wang" is an inappropriate identity, Xie Yun... Zhou Fei felt that he seemed to be more accustomed to the life of a straggler.

Then the people who have lived and died together all the way may soon be separated.

I don't know if she had waited too long in the town, Zhou Fei found that she was suddenly not particularly excited about returning to the forty-eighth village, instead she was a little depressed.

She walked over and opened the bench with her feet and sat next to Xie Yun, and found that looking out from his perspective, she could just see a corner of the Forty-eight Villages, and she could vaguely see sporadic lights in the night. Is patrolling the mountain.

That is her home.

So what about Xie Yun's house?

Zhou Fei remembered that Xie Yun had mentioned the phrase "My family is in the old capital", but now under the Shu Mountain, she felt a sense of boundless desolation for no reason.

Zhou Fei suddenly asked, "What was the old capital like?"

Xie Yun didn't seem to expect her to ask this suddenly, and was stunned for a moment, before saying: "The old capital... the old is very cold, unlike you here, where there are evergreen trees, every winter, the streets are full of trees. It is bare, and sometimes heavy snow falls, covering the flat stone slabs, and the places where people and horses step on are easy to freeze..."

Judging from the age, when Cao Zhongkun rebelled and set fire to the East Palace, Xie Yun was at best a child of two or three years old - can he remember things at the age of two or three?

It's hard to say, at least for Zhou Fei, she can remember her father's cold hands and Li Erye's blood-stained back.

"But there is no freezing in the palace, there is charcoal fire, there is..." Xie Yun paused lightly, took a sip of wine from the bowl, and said with a smile, "I can't remember the rest, except that I can't freeze and I can't starve. , there is nothing particularly interesting, there are very big rules - when I grow up, usually in winter, I like to run to the south, those small inns do not make fire for you in order to save money, if you miss the place, you have to Not to mention the taste of living in the wilderness where the wind leaks from all sides, it is better to go to the southern border to bask in the sun.”

Zhou Fei hesitated for a moment: "Then you..."

"Do you remember Cao Zhongkun setting fire to the East Palace?" Xie Yun saw that Zhou Fei was cautious at first, and then seemed to be startled by himself, so he couldn't help laughing, and said lightly, "Remember, the first time I've ever seen in my life. There was a fire, of course I remembered—as for what I wanted to say, I didn’t actually feel it. At that time, I didn’t know what it was to be afraid, and I didn’t know that I would lose everything except the door of the red wall. The old eunuch who rescued me did his duty. , didn't let me see anything I shouldn't have seen. As for my parents... I didn't see much when I was a child, so I might as well get close to my nanny. Now the Southern Dynasty Orthodox is supported by my uncle, and no one has spoken to me for so many years. If they have to take revenge and hate or something, if one day they can really wipe out the rebels, I will take a look back by the way, and it may not be permanent, it is not as bitter and bitter as you think."

His smile is not only not bitter, but also a little heartless. Although Zhou Fei is not good at observing words, he always feels that there is something in Xie Yun that violates the harmony.

She was about to speak when a sharp bird chirping suddenly came from the mountains not far away, and the flocks of birds were frightened for some reason, roaring towards the night sky, and suddenly there was an evil wind, "P "The wooden window that was propped up was closed at once, and the dim lights in the inn swayed violently.

Zhou Fei's hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, her eyelids jumped twice without warning.

At this time, the Ximo River was still dark, and scattered moonlight scattered on the river surface at will, occasionally falling on the pulling line, and a very fine reflection of light flew over the water surface.

After Li Jinrong left forty-eight villages, the defense of the village was naturally on guard to the extreme. At this time, even if Yu Lao was guarding the heart of the Ximo River, the big monster submerged in the water did not lurk and rest. If someone stood in the heart of the river, they would It was found that the boulder under the water mist was constantly shifting. Once someone broke in, the lead machine would immediately rise to the turbulent làng—that power was not even seen by Zhou Fei, and the old fish usually just scare her, it is impossible to really Show this terrific bunch to a little girl who hasn't even started school yet.

But this night, there was a figure fluttering across the river where the murderous intention was hidden, and went straight to the small pavilion in the heart of the river——

☆、Chapter 75

The river wind suddenly became strong, pouring into the small pavilion in the heart of the river, a tall and thin vase on the windowsill swayed uncomfortably in the same place for a moment, and fell headlong, the long beard on the old fish's lips that fell to the chin floated to the root of the ear. , opened his eyes suddenly.

At this moment, a hand reached out very quickly and firmly supported the fallen vase.

It was a woman's hand, with the tips of her ten fingers and her nails dyed with bright-colored Kodan, which was exposed in the moonlight and looked a little strange.

The woman seemed to know very well that Yu was always a senior mother. She pushed up the window that had been opened by the wind, stood on tiptoe, carefully followed the small circle of traces left by the vase, and placed it tightly. When he went back, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said hello, "Uncle Shi."

Yu Lao frowned and asked suspiciously, "Kou Dan?"

If it was Zhou Fei and the others who were here, they might not know that there was a woman named "Kou Dan" in the village. Even if she saw it with her own eyes, she might not have known her. In the past ten years, she has almost never appeared in front of people. It is the only link in the entire forty-eight villages that is not integrated with other families, but is indispensable - Mingfeng.

Kou Dan is the current head of Mingfeng.

It is precisely because she is one of the founders of the pull machine that she can pass through the trap of Manjiang quietly.