Alternative Jianghu Adventures

"Valley of the Dead" is just a name used by passers-by, and its official name is "Linyun Mountain Range".

The rolling mountains are like a giant dragon entrenched in the south. Most of the mountains are long and high. Looking up from the bottom, the clouds can't cover the mighty peaks.

Fan Er originally planned to go on the road during the day and rest at night, but he unexpectedly picked up Xia Yun and Qiao Anyue's "burdens" on the way. Originally, he only brought one person's ration and now it is divided among three people.

Xia Yun suggested that he could get off the car and get some wild game to satisfy his hunger, but firstly, it would take too much time, and secondly, Fanjia Village is not too far away, so there is no need for this.What's more, Fan Er was rushing on the road under the pressure of time, and he had already booked the time to go back with his family.

It is better to rush early than late.

After much deliberation, Fan Er and Xia Yun discussed that the two of them would switch shifts and take turns traveling overnight to return to Fanjia Village before the rations were exhausted.

As for Qiao Anyue... Xia Yun just begged the eldest lady not to think of thanking God as soon as she came out, because she didn't treat her like a strong laborer at all.

After another day and night of walking like this, it happened to be Xia Yun's turn to drive the donkey cart. Looking at the towering mountain peaks in front of him, he couldn't help sighing.

The scenery of the mountain pass is quiet and quiet. From top to bottom along the mountain pass, there are wild mulberry elms and willows. In the middle is a mountain depression lined with firs and pines. A bird flies by and emits a series of clear and long singing.The col is about half a mile wide, and the mountainside is artificially split into a two-foot-high path.

The road is long and long, and the human habitation ending on the mountainside can be vaguely recognized.The left and right sides are extremely narrow, barely enough for horses, donkeys and mules to get on and off, but donkey carts can't get in.

The three got out of the donkey cart, and Fan Er unloaded the cart plank from the donkey, and he threw the long plank at the foot of the mountain. He carried the sacks filled with coarse salt that he brought back from Qingzhou City, and worked on the dead trees all year round. The veins on the leathery arms were bulging, but the face was completely relaxed.

"I'll do the rest." Xia Yun didn't wait for Fan Er to nod, feeling that he was short-sighted all the time, so he picked up another bag of coarse salt, and by the way, put the last package filled with messy things. Throw it to Qiao Anyue, "This is yours, work hard!"

The package for Qiao Anyue looks big, but because it contains a lot of clothes, it is the lightest piece of luggage - even if it is not a martial arts practitioner, it will not be very difficult to carry.

Qiao Anyue let out a muffled snort, but she also knew that now was not the time for the "Miss illness", so in the end she just gave Xia Yun a slap in the face, and she remained silent for a rare time.

"Thank you." Fan Er was also honest, perhaps because Xia Yun's vigor and vigor along the way made him completely forget the fact that this "girl" was "seriously injured".

Although he could carry it alone before, it is much easier to share it with more people.

In this way, the three of them stepped onto the stepping path head to tail, and after walking for about half a day, Xia Yun heard a high-pitched and distant folk song from afar:

"The dancing water river is so light and flying, so,

Yaha around the Guiyun Mountains.

The woodcutter's sickle bends and bends,

Cut a section of wicker and give it to Hariya, the girl who dances water..."

The lyrics of the folk songs are naturally not the Yingge Yanwu sung by the dignitaries in Qingzhou City in the dancing water and painting boats.

"Is it Dazi? Don't sing there, come down and help me!"

Fan Er recognized at a glance that he was an acquaintance in the village, and hurriedly yelled to the front—suddenly, he also uttered the local accent used by the villagers, and he didn't even speak the official Chinese that was originally incomprehensible.

Fortunately, Xia Yun chatted with Fan Erhu all the way. She seems to have a different talent in language. You have learned [-]% of the local dialect that ordinary foreigners need three to five years to master. !

Now she can act as an interpreter for Qiao Anyue's questioning eyes.

Dazi heard Fan Er's voice from a long distance away, and quickly closed his mouth. After a while, he called two villagers to come over to help. When he came to the front, he saw Xia Yun and Qiao Anyue following behind Fan Er, and said strangely. "Uncle, why did you bring two girls back when you went out this time?"

"It's a long story," Fan Er kicked Da Zi, and scolded with a smile, "You little bastard, why don't you hurry up and take the things on the man's body! You really want the two girls to carry the big bag on your back." ah!"

Da Zi did as he did, and after a few simple greetings, he was too embarrassed to talk to Xia Yun and the two, so he focused on what new and interesting things Fan Er brought back from going down the mountain this time, and after a while, the few of them left Entered Fanjia Village on the mountainside.

Now there is no need for Dazi's big mouth to spread the word everywhere, and all the dozen or so people in Fanjia Village know that Fan Er went down the mountain to save the two heroines on the road.

"It's just you, a heroine?" Xia Yun sat in the guest room that Fan Er's daughter-in-law had specially cleaned up, listening to the village chatter, suddenly pointed at Qiao Anyue and laughed like crazy.

Although it is a guest room, ordinary people don't have much decoration of gold bricks and green tiles.It is just an ordinary room separated by earthen walls, because no one has lived in it all year round, and it is covered with a thick layer of dust. Even if it is cleaned up, it is simply wiped. There is only a bamboo bed and a wooden table in the middle. In the narrow room, it looks rather shabby.

Qiao Anyue almost pinched her nose and sat on the edge of the slightly cleaner bed, unable to deny Xia Yun's ridicule.

"This is a medicinal herb we picked ourselves in the mountains. It is specially used to treat bruises. Miss, can you see if it works?" Fan Er's daughter-in-law rummaged through the box to find a broken earthen jar and put it on the only wooden table. on it, stirring up a thin layer of ash floating on top.

Qiao Anyue frowned slightly.

"Where are you going, girl? If you're not in a hurry, why don't you stay here for two days! It's been a long time since anyone from the village has come. Now that I'm here, I didn't expect two more to come!"

Fan Er's daughter-in-law has the simplicity and enthusiasm of a woman in the mountains, and Xia Yun is a person who can drive horses and carriages with his mouth full. The two became acquainted without a few words.

"I'm going to go to southern Xinjiang... I won't bother you here for one night, so I don't need to mobilize people so much." Xia Yun smiled, but she thought in her heart that she was clearly treating the two of them like monkeys, and she didn't want to be treated like a monkey here. A monkey performing a monkey show on the bridge!

"Nanjiang, isn't that going to cross the Valley of the Dead?" Fan Er's daughter-in-law was taken aback, and persuaded, "Miss Xia, please listen to my advice, this Guiyun mountain range is not something that ordinary people can break through. People who have crossed the mountains There are only a handful of them.

Even we, even though we live on the mountainside, don't dare to go out of this mountain for our daily activities!There is a lot of miasma in the mountains at night. There are so many mountains, and it is said that each mountain has a monster that eats people... I am doing this for your own good. Why don't you go? "

"It's okay, I know what's going on." Xia Yun thanked Fan Er's daughter-in-law for her kindness, and exchanged a few words of pleasantries, and before he knew it, the setting sun was sinking.

"Hey, ma'am—" Xia Yun called to Fan Er's daughter-in-law who was about to make dinner, "Can I trouble you to wear a clean men's clothing?"

That night, after eating the dinner made by Qiao Anyue herself——Xia Yun understood that Miss Qiao didn't trust Fan's daughter-in-law to make any "swallowable" food, so she said "how can I just trouble the master?" Banner snatched the spatula from Fan Er's wife.

In front of Qiao Anyue, Xia Yun changed the coming men's suit to the same body-fitting size as Qiao Anyue, and put the clothes in front of Qiao Anyue, "Put them on tomorrow morning when I'm on the road."

"Eh?"

"What are you looking at! You really think you can walk on mountain roads with this lady's outfit!" Xia Yun unceremoniously tugged at Qiao Anyue's women's clothing, "With your body, you can walk on flat roads, but on mountain roads... or Get rid of it."

"I won't." Miss Qiao replied simply.

Miss, she always dresses in maid clothes. It is a big improvement for her to be able to dress herself in women's clothes when she is out.

"I'll only teach you once." Xia Yun uttered these four words almost through gritted teeth.

So early the next morning.

Miss Qiao, who finally realized her dream of taking a bath, was sitting on a stool with a lame leg in a black cloth and white skirt.

The willow comb, dipped in some water, slid down the long hair from head to tail. Xia Yun held Qiao Anyue's waterfall-like hair with his left hand, and smoothed out the intertwined strands of hair with his right hand. The strange fragrance came to the nostrils again.

Beautiful day.

Xia Yun didn't know why he suddenly thought of these four words.

"I think it's better to twist your hair short." Xia Yun felt a little embarrassed, coughed dryly twice, diverted his thoughts, and said in an incoherent manner, "It's great that you don't have to comb your hair after twisting it."

Qiao Anyue: "..."

Xia Yun's hands are skillful, let alone a man's hair?After a while, she put the square scarf on Qiao Anyue's head neatly, and looked at her finished product with satisfaction, "It's done."

Taking the package and dry food newly prepared by Fan Er's family, Xia Yun secretly put some broken silver under the pillow.

Although the Fan family doesn't ask for anything in return, she, Xia Yun, doesn't have such a thick skin to eat and drink for nothing in other people's homes.

"Aren't you out of money?" Qiao Anyue wondered.

"This is life-saving money!" Xia Yun rolled his eyes, "If something happens to you, this is a life-saving guy!"

The two were chattering like this, and as soon as they took a step out of the door, they saw Dazi—named Fanda, actually Fan Er's nephew, in his early twenties—was chopping firewood against a pile of wood with an axe.

The unremarkable ordinary iron, even with some rust-red iron spots on it, is held in the hands of the most ordinary woodcutter, one up and one down, swinging, chopping, blocking, cutting, chopping, every move is like flowing water, clearly It's a cyclical movement, but it faintly carries the meaning of waves falling in layers.

Xia Yun's footsteps were nailed in place.

This action...is quite familiar.

She abruptly stuffed the package into Qiao Anyue's arms, and walked forward in three steps at a time, trembling slightly at Fanda's voice, "You...where did you learn this firewood chopping move? "

At the same time, the gate of the capital opened wide, and a man in a white gown slowly left the gate on a black horse.

The man pushed down the Malanpo straw hat on his head, and took out the small bottle he carried in his bosom. The fragrance-eating Gu worm in it was constantly shaking its pin-like tiny feet in one direction.

The corner of the man's mouth was slightly hooked, he stepped on the stirrup, patted the horse's butt again, and said in a low voice: "Drive!"

The author has something to say: ...Hey, how convenient it is to cut back short hair...

Compiling folk songs while writing and laughing 2333 but I have to write, I feel that the painting style of this book is directly drawn to the Liba people hhhh

The next chapter will directly cut the scene... (I think I have an editing function orz when I write the article... Sure enough, the pit of editing can't be entered...)

Another: Seeing a sentence, I think it is quite appropriate: I hope that the moment you put your pen into the cover, you will be as proud as a knight with a sword in its sheath... If you read the article, if you have a college entrance examination, please cheer for the college entrance examination!Don't read the text during the exam! ! ! (Mainly because I think it is impossible to read the text in the college entrance examination, so I blessed 2333 in advance)