Fox Road Travel Notes

The noise of carriages and horses on the official road gradually fell silent.

The bright red sunset reflected the tall city on the horizon, making it look particularly desolate.

In his previous life, Chen Zican wanted to see the mysterious Forbidden City and the majestic Tiananmen Square. However, he was just a poor boy in the mountains of Qinling Mountains and never had the chance.

Later, I followed my master to explore the world, but I never went to Yanjing.

The master said that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers there, and he couldn't even fathom the depth.

This inexplicable time travel made him a serious Yanjing native.

However, he still had no chance to see the Forbidden City and Tiananmen that he had longed for.

Because, in this era, if an ordinary person wants to enter, it is not a question of money, but life.

Chen Zican sighed silently. He had been a stubborn child since he was a child, and he was not afraid of this strange world.

After all, I have been away from home since I was fifteen years old, following my friends to the south to travel around the world.

He worked in a pyramid scheme and served dishes, then followed a master, traveling around and working as a liar for more than two years, and finally spent three months in a detention center.

Because the master was righteous and one person took all the blame, and he was under 18 years old, he was sentenced to probation.

In these years of wandering around the world, he has never experienced anything and seen any kind of people!

Because of this, he had just recovered from his injuries and was used to being free, so he escaped from the autocratic and cruel old man without hesitation.

Just like before, escaping from his grandma who nags him all day long.

He has always been a somewhat rebellious young man who longed for freedom.

Of course, this old man is different from grandma.

After all, he had no feelings at all for him, or even for the world.

On the contrary, it was Kuan'er, the little girl who hugged his crying Lihua and brought him rain as soon as he opened his eyes, brought him water and changed his dressing, asked him about his welfare, and took care of her in every possible way. He felt close to her from the bottom of his heart.

After all, no one had ever been so kind to him over the years.

Except for my grandma who has passed away.

Perhaps, people all need to be loved and cared for. After losing all their relatives, this is especially true for Chen Zican.

"Master, the sun has set!" Kuo'er hesitated and said softly.

"Hmm~"

"Master, are we sleeping here tonight?" Kuan'er asked timidly.

"Hmm~"

"Master!" Kou'er said anxiously: "Is it possible that you have a yes-man in your belly? How can you sleep here!"

"Ah?" Chen Zican finally came back to his senses.

He stood up and patted the grass clippings on his butt: "I have no problem sleeping here, but I definitely can't let the lovely and beautiful Miss Kuaner sleep here. What if the wolf takes her away?"

"Let's find an inn."

With the petulant little girl in tow, she found the famous Liuxianju outside the west gate. After adjusting her clothes and moving the mutton-fat jade pendant around her waist to a prominent position, Chen Zican pinched her face, adjusted her expression, and walked in proudly.

After taking a look at the bright and clean hall, he nodded with satisfaction and gestured to Kuan'er to open a room.

After asking about the house price, Guaner hesitated and took out his wallet.

Chen Zican knew that she would definitely book the cheapest one, so he said: "Shopkeeper, please get a room!"

Guan'er wanted to glare at him, but was afraid of being rude in front of others, so he reluctantly took out the money, pouted, clutched his wallet and followed Chen Zican.

When he got to the room, Chen Zican closed the door after watching the waiter leave.

He turned around and twisted his bulging face: "Girl, you are poor and rich, so don't embarrass yourself when you go out."

"Don't worry, the young master has plenty of ways to get money. I won't let you starve and freeze with me."

"Are you hungry? How about asking the waiter to bring you some food?"

When Kuan'er saw that the young master was still thinking about him, he felt relieved.

She took out a big sesame cake from her arms like a treasure: "Look, I bought three from Mazi Li's family this afternoon, and there is one left."

"Master, you eat..."

Chen Zican shook his head helplessly. He knew that it would be absolutely impossible to ask this girl to pay for food today.

I ate a sesame seed pancake that was bigger than my face in the afternoon. I wasn't hungry now, so I pushed it back: "You can eat it. I'm not hungry. Go to bed early after eating. We will go buy horses early tomorrow morning."

Kou'er tilted his head and looked at Chen Zican, wondering if he was stupid again and bought a horse? !

Chen Zican didn't care about her and went to bed with his head tilted.

Kuan'er thought for a while, then carefully wrapped the sesame cake in oil paper, stuffed it into his arms, opened the door and called the waiter to get hot water.

She felt that following this young master who had been out of tune since childhood, she had to be more careful and save her life.

At night, Kou'er slept on his back behind Chen Zican's feet.

In these evil times, all the girls who are close to you are like this, and Chen Zican has long been used to it these days.

When he slept until midnight, Chen Zican felt stuffy and hot. There was a smell of earth in the air, and there was no wind.

When he opened his eyes, he was kneeling on his grandmother's grave.

He knew it was a dream and was not surprised. He had been having the same dream these days.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​clouds on the mountain peaks and watching the clouds turning faster and faster, he even knew that when a dazzling white light appeared in front of his eyes and he heard a huge roar, he would wake up immediately.

This time, however, he did not wake up.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the swirling sea of ​​clouds was already pressing above my head without realizing it.

He stood up holding his grandma's tombstone and looked up curiously. The mountains in the distance reached into the sky.

That is the main peak of the 800-mile Qinling Mountains, Taibai Peak.

On the top of the mountains, which look like swords and halberds, there is an endless black sea.

The clouds and waves hang upside down, like falling into the netherworld.

In mid-air, there were faintly thick clouds rolling and rolling, rising and changing, like thousands of troops, covering the sky and blocking the sun, rushing towards the solitary peak.

The sky is falling!

He had never seen such a shocking celestial phenomenon, and was secretly surprised.

Chen Zican watched intently, his soul being pulled by the whirlpool, as if he was about to leave his body.

He felt dizzy for no reason, closed his eyes, the world became ethereal, and the picture unfolded before his eyes.

In the sea of ​​clouds, there is a white umbrella, with a white skirt under the umbrella, swaying, rising slowly with the mountain, leisurely between heaven and earth, like a dandelion flying in the wind.

In a daze, Chen Zican felt that he was her, but not her.

As if separated by an invisible layer of glass, I couldn't help but walk side by side with her.

The mountain wind is steep and the grass and trees bow their heads, but the dandelion is like the Lingbo of the Goddess of Luo, walking calmly.

The journey was slow and steady, and wherever I walked, the fog dispersed and the wind subsided on both sides, and the mountains and rivers were charming.

She paused briefly on a rock cliff, turned around and looked down at the mountains, the white umbrella slowly turning on her shoulders, and sighed softly.

"After grandma left, I looked at this mountain for more than a thousand years..."

"Now, I have to leave too."

"Heaven and earth are unkind, who will protect these weak creatures from now on!"

After being silent for a while, he suddenly looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know what it feels like to be a rotten rat, but I guess the chicks are still here."

The sound was not loud, crisp and melodious, but it persisted in the howling wind, penetrating the sea of ​​clouds and reaching the sky.

"I don't know if there is a master in the sky. Grandma has lived for more than two thousand years, and she doesn't know either."

"She said that she only knows that in this world, no matter whether you cultivate your mind or your body, those who want to be immortal will eventually turn into rotten soil, and those who seek immortality will turn into ashes."

"The strange beasts in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the real people in the legends of the gods, all end up being nothing more than withered bones in the graves and wandering souls in the mountains."

"Throughout the ages, there has never been an exception."