Travel thousands of miles in my life

The next day, due to the rain the night before, the sky was overcast.Yan Wuxin got up early in the morning, sat downstairs drinking fresh flower soup, and listening to monks chattering.

"What kind of ghost soup is this? Is it for men?" The monk looked at the colorful soup in his hand that looked like a newlywed, and cursed at the shopkeeper: "Is there nothing else to eat? You have to give it to the shopkeeper." The bowl of broken soup has faded out of the birds."

Seeing his big shoulders and round waist, the shopkeeper knew that this man was not a good person, so he hurried down and explained: "The guest officer doesn't know, this Baihua soup is a special product of Miaozhou in this season, and drinking it can smooth the Qi and clear the mind. It will be served soon." It’s the Flower Knocking Festival, and everyone has to drink this to ward off evil spirits. Wherever you go to eat now, they only have this, at most they will give you two steamed buns.”

Monk Wuxi was about to say something, but Yan Wuwu stabbed him in the mouth with a chopstick.

"Let's eat, you're the only one who has too many things to do. I don't eat this or that, and I'm not your mother, so I still care about these." Yan Wuxin threw some coins to the shopkeeper.Then deliberately he took out his flagon and poured some wine into the soup.In an instant, the fragrance of flowers and wine spread, which only attracted people's hearts.

The shopkeeper smiled brightly and said: "I saw that this one is good at eating. Although the locals have been drinking this for the past few days, some people who are heavy-mouthed feel that the soup is too weak, so they add more ingredients to it."

"That's how you drink it. I'm sorry, shopkeeper." When the monk saw it, he followed his example and added something to it. After drinking again, he smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Have you finished eating?" Yan Wuxin asked after watching him swallow the soup like a gulp, and wiped his mouth again.Monk Wuxi nodded and said, "Let's go, Yangzhi Mountain is not far from here."

"Yangzhi Mountain... guest officer, are you going to the Green Ant Villa?" The shopkeeper heard the tip of his ear, and said extra, "It is said that this mountain is haunted."

Yan Wuxin frowned and said, "What do you say?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's just a saying. You two should be more careful and don't get close." The shopkeeper shook his head and began to calculate the account again.

The two rented two horses. Monk Wuxi originally planned to only need one horse, and he and Lao Yan could ride together, but Yan Wuxin refused.

"You don't feel ashamed, but I feel ashamed." Yan Wuwu pulled the reins of the black horse. This horse was the most handsome of all horses, and Yan Wuwu caught his eye.

Seeing that the goal of saving money was not achieved, Monk Wuxi took a long time to get out the silver, and mocked displeasedly: "You are black, and the horse you picked is also black and purple. You really are the protagonist of things."

After he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. He chose a strong horse for walking, and at first glance he looked fat as hell.This scolding even scolded himself.

Yan Wuxin didn't speak, and quickly turned onto the horse, his legs pinched the horse's belly, and the whip cracked, and the black horse immediately let go of its four hooves and galloped after taking a few steps.

Yangzhi Mountain is much more famous than Green Ant Mountain Villa. As the highest mountain in the dynasty, □□ wrote a poem for this mountain in the early days of the dynasty: The world's mountains begin to fall in Xiazhou, and the sky is boundless.After that, the name of Yangzhi Mountain can be regarded as officially dropped.

When the two reached the foot of the mountain, they felt the height of the mountain intuitively. They saw a waterfall flying down from the top of the mountain, hitting the deep water pool like a sword light, stirring up layers of plain waves.The gloomy clouds are reflected on the unsettled surface of the pool, adding a bit of depth.

"This is really, really..." The monk was a rough man, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally said, "It's so fucking spectacular!"

"... Put all the storage in your belly into a jar and seal it with mud, and wait 20 years before opening it." Yan Wuyi said speechlessly for a long while.

"What will happen when the seal is opened? Will it last forever?" Monk Wuxi turned his face to look at him.

"It will last forever." Yan Wuxin picked up a stone and threw it towards the surface of the pool. The stone floated on the water for more than a dozen times before sinking.

Monk Wuxi snorted, "You're elegant, that's fine."

"Let's go, go up." In order to avoid crowds, the two took a shortcut on the mountain.Along the way, there were no other sounds other than the chirping of birds and animals, only the noise from the mountainside could be heard in the distance, vaguely.

"Whether this Chen Lianyue is a spirit made of Tu Xingsun or a mountain centipede, it's too damn hard to find, isn't it?" Monk Wuxi kept panting with his arms crossed, "It's really killing the monk."

The two recruited all the way up from the foot of Yangzhi Mountain, searched through the forest and found nothing, Yan Wuyi was fine, Monk Wuxi was already sweating profusely and panting, standing beside a small pool halfway up the mountain rest.

"I told you to eat less and play less. What's the matter, have you been hollowed out by wine?" Yan Wuxin moved his shoulders, scooped up a handful of water and washed his face.

"Fart, who can do light work so fast like you!" Monk Wuxi gasped and said angrily, "If you go down the mountain so fast, I'll let you carry me down!"

"Looking at the fate of your horse, I feel panic. How tired must it be to keep the horse from going up the mountain?" Yan Wuyi said with a smile.

"Come on, isn't your black horse that looks like your own son can't survive? What's the matter, there is its mother on the mountain." Monk Wuxi retorted, seeing Yan Wuxin's face change when he heard the word black, He immediately pointed randomly and said, "There is a ruined temple over there!"

"Heh, Bodhisattva can't control your crap." Having said that, Yan Wuxin still looked in that direction.

The ruined temple was not very big, and Yan Wuxin looked around. What was strange was that there were several rut marks of different shades behind the temple. He squatted down and touched the rut marks, and the soil was covered with The pressure is solid, and it can be seen that there must be some heavy objects on the car.But it seemed to be a little different. He compared the distance between the ruts again, secretly feeling strange in his heart, the distance between the two wheels was only a few feet, surprisingly small.A car that can only carry one person can leave such deep ruts.

Yan Wuxin turned around a few times, but didn't show it on his face. Hearing Monk Wuxi's call, he got up and walked towards the temple.As soon as he entered the door, a cloud of dust mixed with a strong smell of blood and a pungent smell rushed into his nostrils. Yan Wuwu frowned and walked towards the table following the source of the smell.

There was a female corpse lying quietly there, and Yan Wuwu's heart skipped a beat when he saw her attire, and when he looked at that face carefully, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.The eyes that were opened with anger on that good-looking face, and the lips that seemed to be screaming were twisted in horror.

Monk Wuxi came over and said with a complicated expression, "This...couldn't be the person we're looking for?"

"It's probably done." Yan Wuwu took a closer look at her face, nodded, stepped forward and raised his hand to touch the scar on the corpse's neck, that was probably the reason for her death.

"What are you going to do?" Monk Wuxi asked in surprise, "You move the corpse too?"

Yan Wuwu stopped his hands, turned his head to look at the shocked fat monk, and said in a low voice, "If you can help, just help a little."

"Ms. Chen should have been killed last night. The person who killed her didn't ask for money or sex. She was killed with a single knife, and the technique was clean." He stretched out his hand and pressed the skin of the corpse, and carefully examined the scar that almost cut the neck in half. Injury, "the internal force is also quite deep."

"What do you think?" Monk Wuxi squatted aside, "The enemy is looking for you?"

"It's not like." Yan Wuwu pondered for a while, lifted the corner of Chen Lianyue's skirt, glanced quickly and said, "She's missing one of her shoes, and that one is there." He then pointed to the corner.

"The dust on the ground can be seen as traces of being dragged, and look at her hands." Yan Wuwu squeezed her fingers and lifted them up. The nails there were turned out, which was horrible. "It was obvious that she had struggled desperately, but there was no No, this Miss Chen doesn't have kung fu skills like her older sister."

"I probably know what happened." Yan Wuwu stood up, and rubbed his hands on the sleeve of Monk Wuxi's robe casually, "Although I'm not sure if it's related to the ghost face, at least it's not made by ordinary Jianghu people."

"Quickly tell me!" Monk Wuxi glared at him, grabbed his sleeve and patted him.

"Miss Chen must be in a hurry to hurry, but it rained heavily last night, Miss Chen was probably worried about making a mistake, so she probably planned to make do with the night in this temple, and I guess she would not be in a hurry." Yan Wuyi sighed , "Living in this temple is probably the worst decision in her life."

"Then what? Don't be secretive, tell me quickly." Monk Wuxi urged.

"Then one, or a lot of people came here with something, and they may have taken refuge in this temple. That thing was shady, but she was discovered, and those people dragged her here." Yan Wuwu pointed to his feet, He gestured to hold a knife again, "Killed her."

It took Monk Wuxi a long time to recover, scratching his forehead and asking, "Then how do you know she is in a hurry?"

"Look at the clothes she's wearing." Yan Wuwu said softly, "The style looks rather old, with mud spots on the corners of the clothes, cuffs and shoes, and there are traces of the reins on the palms of the hands."

"Leaving this aside, how do you know that the group of transporters happened to be the murderers?"

"This is entirely conjecture. Girls are usually more careful. Ms. Chen must have noticed the weather and thought it was going to rain, so she entered the temple. Since those people are going to enter the temple, they must not be in the rain. She left before the stop. Ms. Chen probably died around the time of Chou, and the rain stopped around this time." Yan Wuwu sighed, "This is just my speculation."

"Okay, Old Yan! Then what shall we do now? We can't take Miss Chen down the mountain, right? I've agreed first that if I want to carry you on my back, I won't do it." Monk Wuxi patted him on the shoulder.

Yan Wuxin didn't answer, he stepped forward, gently closed the girl's wide open eyes, and whispered a scripture.He looked at the young girl, who was homeless and who she was in such a hurry to see.He recalled Shi Cang's appointed master's anger, the woman's despair, and Chen Lianqing's helplessness and bitterness, and he just felt dull for a while.

"Let's go, tell Miss Chen." He got up, brushed off the green robe, and walked towards the door.

Things in the world are probably like this.Yan Wuxin was walking on the rugged mountain path with a weed in his mouth, deep ruts in his mind for a while, and Chen Lianyue's ferocious face for a while, several images overlapped together, causing headaches.

The huge Chen Mansion was still as desolate as they saw when they left. Chen Lianqing seemed to have known that they would come, dressed solemnly, and stood with her head bowed in the direction of the door.Hearing the sound of the two pushing the door open, she raised her head abruptly, and took a few steps forward, but seeing that there was no figure behind Yan Wuyi who made her worry, her bright eyes dimmed instantly. .

"Miss Chen, I'm sorry." Yan Wuwu said softly.

"But she doesn't want to come back?" Chen Lianqing forced a smile, "Yue'er has been very stubborn since she was a child."

"Sorry." Yan Wuxin shook his head, only to feel that the next words seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't open his mouth, "Miss Chen has... passed away."

"You said... what...?" Chen Lianqing shook her head in disbelief, her face was as white as paper, "No, it won't."

She looked panic-stricken and fell to the ground with a crazy look on her face.Yan Wuwu didn't know what to say to comfort her, and stood aside apologetically.Although Monk Wuxi had seen too many such joys and sorrows, he still felt uncomfortable. At this time, he shook his head and stood up.

Chen Lianqing staggered to her feet, and blessed Yan Wuwu, she said with trembling lips, "Hero Yan Gao Yi, what the hell is wrong with my sister...how..." No, I want to say it, but I can't say the words behind it.

Yan Wuwu hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "I slashed my neck with a knife, and the blood dried up."

Chen Lianqing took a few deep breaths, desperately suppressing the tears in her eyes, but the scene was like a knife piercing into her heart, disturbing her restlessness.

"My younger sister has been lively and dexterous since she was a child, and she is lovable. Compared with my mother, my father loves her more. Although I am a little sad, I am much older than her, understand more principles, and really love her. "Chen Lianqing lowered her head, the expression on her face couldn't be seen clearly,"

"Miss Chen, although it is not appropriate to say this now, let me remind you, let Miss Chen be buried in the ground as soon as possible." Yan Wuxin stepped forward and gave the woman a virtual support.

Only then did Chen Lianqing come back to her senses, she wiped away her tears, forced a smile and said, "I'll go and inform my father right now, so as not to delay the efforts of the two young heroes." The room, and then there were cries, anger, and doubts from inside.

But these have nothing to do with him, Yan Wuwu stared at the parked coffin, clasped his hands together after a long while, secretly said something sinful, turned and left.