Castle Peak with rain

Zhang Junran wrote Dongting Lake, Haoqi League, Chengdu, Tangmen, Wudu, Rongtianling, Cangshan Erhai and Wuliangshan on eight pieces of paper respectively, and then crumpled the papers into paper balls for Zhu Yiji to learn from them. Caught one.

Zhang Junran opened the ball of paper and turned it over, and handed the side with writing on it to Zhu Yiji.

There is a three-character place name written on it——

Rong Tianling.

"This is where we're going next, you caught it yourself."

Rongtian Ridge is located in Bashu area in the southwest.

It is one of the places where there is no stunning beauty but wins with artistic conception.

Since God's will is so, then we have to hurt the spring and the autumn.

Rongtianling is far away from Yangzhou.

Zhang Junran inquired about the coachman at the station outside the city, and the coachman told him that usually their route to Rongtianling is to go northward via Luodao, pass Luoyang, Tiance, Taiyuan, Cangyun all the way, and turn to the Yinshan Prairie. West, to the Black Gobi, and then down to the southwest, into the Longmen Desert, through Kunlun, and then all the way southeast down to Rongtianling.

Zhang Junran didn't quite understand the routines of the Tang Dynasty coachman circle.

But in any case, Luodao is a must pass.

The long distance is not all bad.

Because it can kill more time.

After entering Luodao, Zhang Junran chose to go south to Baling.

There are large rapeseed fields outside Baling Town.

At this time, the rapeseed flowers in the fields have only just grown leaves and have stopped growing.

It will not be until next spring that it will bloom vigorously again with that large piece of dazzling and dazzling yellow.

West out of Baling Town, all the way forward.

When staying at Gushanji, Zhu Yiji told Zhang Junran that he once met a priest on the suspension bridge across the river.

The other party pointed out one of his thoughts.

"What's on your mind?" Zhang Junran couldn't help being a little curious.

Zhu Yiji looked away, as if she blushed a little.

"Ij?"

Zhang Junran moved forward without knowing why.

"No...no..., nothing..." Zhu Yiji blushed a little more than before, and turned away, pulling away the distance between herself and Zhang Junran, frowning even her eyebrows because of panic.

Zhang Junran looked at him for a while, and didn't ask any more questions. He just thought that Zhu Yiji's appearance was very good-looking, and there was a thin layer of smile on his face.

Then I sat on a bamboo raft at Xilong Beach and went to that Jiangliuji.

When passing under the cross-river suspension bridge, Zhang Junran asked, "Yiji, did you meet the Taoist priest you mentioned above?"

Zhu Yiji raised his head and looked at the suspension bridge, recalling the occasional encounter in his mind, and said vaguely: "Exactly. I was in a bad mood that day, and he asked me what was wrong. Later, he also said that he had a woman whom he admired so much. man of."

"Why are you in a bad mood?"

Not because of you.

Zhu Yiji pouted silently.

There was no unhappy expression on his face.

Zhang Junran teased and said, "And you won't tell me?"

Zhu Yiji pouted and said, "Brother Zhang, stop playing tricks on me."

Zhang Junran pretended to be surprised: "When did I play tricks on you?"

Zhu Yiji didn't know how to answer, and suddenly stretched out a hand to the river, picked up the water and splashed it on Zhang Junran.

The bamboo raft was narrow, although Zhang Junran wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide, and he had to be splashed wet.

Seeing this, Zhu Yiji laughed.

Zhang Junran also laughed, and hurriedly said: "Yi Ji, don't make trouble, wait until the raft capsizes."

However, the weather was cold and the river was freezing, so Zhu Yiji didn't move much, just a little water in a measured manner.

If Zhang Junran were to suffer from the cold, how could he be willing.

Afterwards, we stayed overnight in Jiangliuji.

Someone from Yinyuan will report, but there is still no news about Yao Haixu.

Zhu Yiji was conflicted, both disappointed and relieved.

At any rate, no one has told him that Yao Haixu is no longer alive.

The thoughts in my heart are slightly vague, like a small boat lost in the vast ocean, boundless and involuntary.

It was impossible to dock at the shore, the sea was full of white fog, and it was impossible to see the direction of navigation.

All that can be done is to continue drifting in time.

Longyuan Mountain, where Fawang Cave is located, is located at the easternmost boundary of Bailongkou.

This time Zhang Junran took Zhu Yiji to Chengdu from Bailongkou, but he went westward.

Longyin Village, which is convenient for them to stay overnight, is close to the boundary of Chengdu and north of the boundary of Bailongkou.

They traveled from south to north, and had to sleep in the wild on the way.

On the day they met for the first time, they had a rest in a farmhouse near the Yangzhou Canal Wharf.

At that time, there was still a tile to cover the body, but now it is going to cover the sky and the ground.

I found a relatively hidden and safe place, but fortunately there was no rain.

They had dry rations gathered in Jiangliu, and when it got dark, the two of them lit a fire.

The firelight reflected each other's eyebrows.

Perhaps because of the cold weather and the fire, Zhu Yiji's cheeks were flushed.

When not speaking, the peach blossoms of the eyes are often drooping, and only the feather-like eyelashes on the edge of the long and curved eyelids can be seen.

It's ticklishly soft.

After watching it for a long time, Zhang Junran felt as if he was in a dream.

Not unreal, just too good to be true.

Everything about Zhu Yiji in front of me was dyed with a layer of dream-like color.

The most real dream, and the dream-like reality, are very similar, yet fundamentally different.

In the firelight, the vertical lines between Zhang Junran's eyebrows appeared more and more clearly.

On top of the handsome eyebrows like the moon and the bright eyes like the stars, the lines between the brows only make him more heroic.

Even though they haven't been together for a day or two, under such circumstances, Zhu Yiji still dare not look at him more.

Obviously there was no obstacle at the beginning, their hearts were open and frank, they laughed together and looked at each other, which only made Zhu Yiji feel happy at that time.

Although Zhu Yiji felt that long before she realized her own thoughts, she had already fallen in love with this handsome and handsome man.

But only during the time when he has not realized this kind of affection, is he really calm and able to be calm.

I also like it, but I don't have any strange thoughts at all.

Wait a minute, what are the so-called strange thoughts?

What is a strange idea?

Why did he have such strange thoughts as "strange thoughts" suddenly?

Zhu Yiji himself could not explain clearly.

I just feel that there is something there, but I don't even know where it is.

It's just that when I see Zhang Junran's eyes and eyebrows again, I seem to become very strange.

The vertical lines between the eyebrows made him often imagine reaching out to smooth them out.

But I can't bear it to disappear.

Because he disappeared, this person was no longer the Zhang Junran he knew.

become someone else.

As long as he thinks that Zhang Junran, the person he likes so much, does not exist, Zhu Yiji will feel so sad that he will pull his heart.

he does not want.

Zhu Yiji was thinking wildly, and suddenly shook his head vigorously a few times.

No.

Zhang Junran asked with a puzzled smile, "Yiji, what's the matter with you? What are you thinking? So preoccupied."

"..."

I'm thinking I like you so much.

No.

"It's nothing, I... I'm going to sleep."

"Then go to bed, it's not too early." Zhang Junran's eyes and voice seemed to have a touch of pampering.

So the two found two old clothes and spread them on the ground beside the fire, and used their cotton robes as quilts, lay down and covered them, and fell asleep.

Although Zhu Yiji had a lot of worries, he couldn't stand the wind and dust all the way, and he was exhausted.

So after going back and forth a few times, the two of them entered the land of black and sweet at about the same time.

In the early morning of Longyin Village, Zhang Junran and Zhu Yiji bowed to say goodbye to the folks staying overnight, got on their horses, raised their hooves, and headed north into Chengdu.

Going west from Guangdu Town in Chengdu, they will enter their destination, Rongtianling.

And if you go south from outside Guangdu Town, you will find the two sects of Wudu and Tangmen respectively.

After arriving in Guangdu Town, Yinyuanhui came to report the same news as before.

The reward will not be collected until the whereabouts of Yao Haixu's life and death are determined.

But this didn't make Zhu Yiji feel any better.

So not long after receiving the report, he went to a restaurant in Guangdu Town to drink.

Perhaps it was because of forbearance and restraint all the way, but what is about to arrive ahead is a place that has the meaning of the end.

Zhang Junran naturally accompanied him.

Watch him don't just drink and eat, and don't drink like a drunk.

Although Zhu Yiji had a handsome face, no matter how good-looking a drunk was, he was still a drunk.

And no good.

Seeing that the Zhuyiji wine was almost drunk, Zhang Junran stopped him and coaxed and dragged him back to the inn.

After spending a long time coaxing him to sleep, Zhang Junran went back to his guest room to sleep.

In general, even after drinking, Zhu Yiji is not difficult to coax, as long as there is enough patience and gentleness.

As far as Zhang Junran is concerned, if the other party is Zhu Yiji, these two things are naturally not a problem.

The next day, another morning among countless mornings.

There are clouds in the sky over Guangdu Town.

Winter clouds.

It has been bright for a long time, but the sun is not visible.

The travelers in the inn started to set off one after another, going their separate ways.

Zhang Junran and Zhu Yiji were two of them.

Stepping out with the bridle together, the sound of horseshoes gradually became faster, and they stepped on the road westward outside Guangdu Town.

Going farther and farther, until it seems that you have never been here before.

The ten-year-old boy has very long black hair, which is pulled up high behind his head, and the ends of the hair hang down to his waist.

The hair is held back by an even longer indigo headband, the same color as part of the dress.

There are two silver metal hair clips on the left and right sides, which are unique in shape and more like decorations.

Carrying behind his back all the time is a mechanism crossbow, which should be too small for an adult, but it is already very big and eye-catching on him.

Although there are decorations on her body, from head to toe, even the long hair that is pulled up high, has a sense of neatness.

The facial features are exquisite yet cute.

His eyes were as clear as water, unbelievably clean.

But at the same time, it looks smart.

People can't help but dare not underestimate it.

The person in the same room as him was much older than him.

The two were sitting opposite each other and eating.

From time to time, the boys add vegetables to each other's bowls.

The other party said softly: "Enough, Jun Yan, eat more yourself, be good."

Tang Junyan didn't speak, but showed a big smile.

The scenery in the vision began to become similar to a color called "rotten leaves".

The color is as its name suggests, rushing towards the face, everywhere.

The sense of depression, which is different from that of Luo Dao, comes from the thickness of colors all over the mountains and plains.

Zhang Junran and Zhu Yiji Lema stopped in front of the wind that was dyed the color of rotten leaves——

Rong Tianling.