Fox Road Travel Notes

Dusk was already thick, and sparse lights were lit everywhere.

Between Chen Zican's fingers, there were seven copper coins in each hand.

They appeared and disappeared, rolling around as he wished, but he seemed unaware of them.

Until I saw that thin and hunched figure, drunk, swaying into the small courtyard.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and sneered.

"Young man, you're living a pretty good life!"

"It's so late, are you drinking wine?"

Gao Xinzhi held half a piece of cake in his hand, lowered his head, and silently chewed one bite after another. The food tasted like chewing wax.

There was no reaction to the nursery rhymes in Chen Zican's mouth, the tricks on his hands, or the words he said.

It wasn't until the last customer was sent away and the restaurant closed that Chen Zican stretched out and threw the coins in his hand to the old man clearing the table.

He took out a few more coins and handed them to him, whispering a few words.

The old man nodded and entered the kitchen.

After a while, he took out a small paper bag and handed it to Chen Zican.

After blowing the special fire tune, he took Gao Xinzhi to the base of the city wall and sat down.

There are no lights here, it's pitch black.

Chen Zican couldn't help but smile when he saw that he was still holding half a piece of dough in his hand.

He thought of Kou'er, who always carried half a piece of sesame seed cake in his arms.

He has been running around outside all day these days. He is not home so late today. She must be anxious!

Chen Zican went to the county school to study recently, and this girl locked herself in the room all day long, practicing the jade planting techniques passed down by Miss Wang.

Often, it takes half a day to meditate.

Ever since he learned that this method has the effect of beautifying and rejuvenating the face, Kou'er has been obsessed with it.

Chen Zican even felt that now she cared about cultivation even more than she cared about herself as a young master!

Chen Zican curled his lips in the darkness and smiled silently.

Turning his hands over, seven more copper coins appeared in each palm, watching them shuttle back and forth between his fingers as if they were spiritual.

"You mortals, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it's useless."

"Master, I have many means to convince you."

"In this world, attacking with force is never as good as outsmarting..."

When Genggu Sanlao arrived, Chen Zican pushed Gao Xinzhi, who was still in a daze, and whispered: "Follow me!"

This is a small courtyard with three rooms.

The one facing south is taller and serves as both a main room and a separate living room for the owner.

The west wing of the partition wall is the kitchen, and the east wing opposite is empty.

Chen Zican and Gao Xinzhi squatted under the corner of the west wing and listened to the wall.

He opened the bamboo basket, took out something and stuffed it into Gao Xinzhi's hand.

"Grab it, open its mouth, don't let it escape..."

Gao Xinzhi reached out his hand to take it in a daze, his hands were cold and smooth, and he squirmed.

He was startled.

As soon as his hand loosened, the thing suddenly kicked out and flew out of his palm.

More than ten years of Shaolin Kung Fu training is not in vain.

Without even thinking about it, he subconsciously used his big grappling hand to "seize light and capture shadows" to hold the thing tightly in mid-air.

Even though it was in the pitch-black night, the shot was still fast and accurate.

The force worked wonders, and there was a "pop" sound, and juices splashed everywhere.

Immediately, an unpleasant smell spread out.

Chen Zican quickly moved back a few steps, picked up his clothes and covered his mouth and nose.

Gao Xinzhi opened his mouth in surprise.

Fortunately, he was smart. As soon as he said "Ah~" out of his mouth, he pushed it back into his mouth.

But, this poor kid, he used the same right hand that held the toad...

Chen Zican's eyes widened and he looked at Gao Xinzhi who looked back blankly in shock.

He still had his mouth wide open, and there was a toad leg hanging from the corner of his mouth that was still moving uncontrollably...

Chen Zican pointed at his mouth. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He wanted to say but couldn't. He almost suffered internal injuries from holding it in.

Gao Xinzhi reacted slowly and reached out to take it out from his mouth.

At this moment, Master Qi's trembling voice came from the hall: "Who is it?"

Then, there was the sound of getting out of bed.

An old woman asked sleepily: "What's wrong, old man?"

Master Qi didn't answer, and the lights in the room came on.

"Oh, this old guy is very alert, but that's okay!"

Chen Zican quickly pulled Gao Xinzhi, and the two of them quietly retreated into the darkness.

The lights went out and silence returned.

Gao Xinzhi, who was clutching his stomach and frowning, vomiting until he was unconscious, followed Chen Zican and touched it again.

When he arrived at the corner, Chen Zican wiped his hands on his clothes, got down from his horse, put his hands on the wall, and signaled Gao Xinzhi to climb over the wall.

Gao Xinzhi was stunned for a while before he realized that Chen Zican was trying to give him a foothold.

The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he lifted the bamboo cage on the ground.

Shrugging his shoulders, his figure was like a dead leaf, picked up by the night wind and floating gently over the wall.

Only a few bits of shoe mud fell on the tip of Chen Zican's nose, which looked astonished.

Following Chen Zican's instructions just now, Gao Xinzhi gently opened the kitchen door.

This west wing room is not big, and the walls are dark with smoke. It has obviously been there for several years.

While turning on the stove, he piled firewood.

Gao Xinzhi dug a hole under the firewood pile, opened the bamboo cage, and put it in horizontally.

Cover it with cloth, cover it with soil, and cover it with some firewood.

While doing these inexplicable things with his hands, the nursery rhyme Chen Zican sang in the afternoon suddenly sounded in his heart.

"Dig, dig, dig in a small garden, plant small seeds to bloom small flowers; dig, dig, dig in a big garden, plant big seeds to bloom big flowers..."

"Damn, this is such a crazy thing, it's so brainwashing!"

He walked around for a while, then slowly exited, closed the door, and jumped over the wall.

The figure was still in mid-air, and suddenly I heard someone behind me coughing "Hang, huh".

That voice was tired and old, as if its essence and blood had been drained by time.

My spine has been ripped away by life again, making me look extremely weak and desolate...

Gao Xinzhi felt that his hair was standing on end, his legs were weak, he staggered when he landed and almost fell.

Chen Zican supported him and made a silencing gesture.

Said in his ear: "Let's go to the rooftop to watch a show."

"Hey, can you take me up?"

Gao Xinzhi was still a little frightened and pointed to the west wing. Chen Zican nodded slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly picked up Chen Zican.

Pointing their toes to the ground, the two of them flew up to the roof like clouds and mist, making no sound when they landed.

Chen Zican was caught off guard and was hugged by a princess. He was also a stinky man.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart. With this steely straight man, there were so many surprises!

However, I always thought that this guy was tall, mighty, and capable of punching and kicking.

Unexpectedly, the light body kung fu is so impressive!

It seems that his uncle has cultivated him a lot, and his Shaolin martial arts skills are indeed well-deserved.

The two of them leaned on the roof tiles and gently opened two tiles.

It was dark below, and Gao Xinzhi was about to speak when suddenly, several more coughs came from the room.

The coughing was still so heart-wrenching and breathless.

At this time, I saw the lights in the main room turned on again.

This time, Master Qi lost the momentum he had just now.

He stood in the shadow of the lamp, silently listening to the coughing coming from next door.

It took a long time before I asked tremblingly: "Who? - Who is it?"

What answered him was a more painful dry cough...