Fire and theft prevention

From Qingqiu, out of Yangzhou, traveling thousands of miles by land, traveling through mountains and rivers, and passing through scattered villages.

Huo Wei intentionally or unintentionally avoided towns where crowds gathered. The path he chose was deserted.

There are wilderness along the way. Although the fresh food from the mountains and rivers has a refreshing flavor, Mu Qingjia always thinks about the taste of the world, and talks about it unconsciously.

Therefore, when they entered a rather prosperous human town, Mu Qingjia was surprised, and said with a smile on his face, "It's rare."

"There are still three hundred miles to Gaotu Mountain." Huo Wei explained seriously, "Yongzhou is further ahead. Yongzhou is remote and sparsely populated. If you want to visit, you will have no chance."

They had already changed into their normal clothes in advance, Huo Weiyi was dressed in black clothes, his breath was restrained and steady, he didn't look like a martial artist, but he seemed to have walked out of a princely and scholarly family.

I don't know what method he used. Ordinary people don't seem to notice them. The appearance of the two of them didn't attract any attention at all.

"It's hard for you to think about senior brother." Mu Qingjia approached him, and said meaningfully: "However, why do I feel that you were hiding from someone before?"

Huo Wei did not deny it: "Time is precious, so unnecessary troubles can be avoided."

Mu Qingjia had a guess in his heart, patted him on the shoulder and said: "That's all. Don't worry about those troubles for now, since you're here, let's eat, drink and have fun before leaving, so that we can live up to the grand scene here."

Then, he showed a sly smile, leaned close to Huo Wei's ear and said, "Senior brother has a bad nose, please help me smell it, where can I find something delicious?"

Huo Wei glanced at him contemptuously, and scolded, "Do you think this is a dog's nose for foraging?"

"Don't underestimate yourself, Junior Brother." Mu Qingjia shook his finger, shook his head, and said, "It's a misuse to soak your nose in demonic, evil, and bloody aura all day long. The purpose of giving creatures a sense of smell is to facilitate filling For the stomach."

He changed the subject, and said pitifully: "Hey, it's a pity that I don't have a sense of smell now. Senior brother is envious of you, but you still can't envy you."

When Huo Wei heard this, although his face was still sullen, his attitude softened.

"Only this time." He shrugged his nose slightly, then turned to the left, raised his legs and walked away.

Mu Qingjia laughed, secretly praising his junior brother for being so obedient.

This city is under the jurisdiction of Yuzhou, and the emperor in the world entrusts Kyushu. Yuzhou is the most central vassal state in Kyushu, and this city named "Guyi" is one of the largest large towns.

Guyicheng, a very gentle and graceful name, one can associate it with warm and fragrant nephrite, red sleeves add fragrance.

The fact is indeed the case, the cardamom girl who is more than [-] years old on the thoroughfare of Guyu City, all women still have charm.It's just that Mu and Huo are blind, one is blind and the other is face blind. They are both "no one in the eyes" generation, and they are blind to a beautiful scene on this street.

I saw the man in the white shirt looking around, looking around, full of joy and novelty, not letting go of a stall or berth.The man in black clothes waited neither far nor near, not leaving the protection range, but not getting too close.

"Junior brother, look." Mu Qingjia pulled Huo Wei towards a small stall, pointing to the butterfly paper kite hanging on the bamboo rattan stand. "Like it?" he asked with a smile.

Huo Wei raised his eyebrows, but didn't answer.

"That's why I like it very much." Mu Qingjia said with a smile, "You liked butterflies and paper kites the most when you were a child. Do you remember? When the paper kites couldn't fly no matter what, you were annoyed for a while."

Huo Wei pursed her lips and remained silent.

Of course he still remembered that in that early spring, the six-year-old child had just been sent to Mount Gaotu by his parents.At that time, the osmanthus tree hadn't sprouted yet, and there wasn't even a servant in the bare mountain. The only playmates were insects, birds and animals, and a senior brother who was three years older than himself.

He still remembered that the senior brother who came from the mortal world was very dexterous, and when he saw that he was bored and homesick, he tied a paper kite and gave it to him to play with.

Because his father was the head of the clan, and because he was unable to cultivate when he was young, the people in the clan respected him superficially, but secretly despised him.Except for his elder brother who has been traveling all the year round, he has never received the kindness of his peers.

He still remembers the sound of his heart pounding when he took the butterfly kite.

"In the beginning, I couldn't fly no matter what, because there was no wind that day." Mu Qingjia said with a smile, "But the next day, the kite flew up. Do you know why?"

Huo Weixin said: "Fly, fly, why else?"

"That's because I secretly drew the floating spell on the wings of the butterfly, and asked the deer raised by Master to blow the wind at the mountain pass." Mu Qingjia smiled, "Junior brother, don't you always think that you put it on yourself?" Are you up?"

Huo Wei's face turned dark, and he turned and left.

Mu Qingjia laughed hard.

He knew that it was not authentic for him to make fun of his junior brother, but Mu Qingjia just felt itchy for no reason.It was as if he was scratching his heart with the dog's tail grass, wanting his junior brother to cry, wanting his junior brother to laugh, and wanting his junior brother to worry about him.

Only in this way can the unbearable itch temporarily subside and turn into a ball of soft hair, spreading lazily in my heart.

Mu Qingjia took the butterfly paper kite and put a piece of broken silver on the rattan mat booth.

This piece of silver is already the smallest amount he has. Before he left, the boy Huo Long gave him a lot of gold and silver treasures in the safety buckle, saying that he would meet Yangzhou for a trip in the future.

Of course, these were all Huo Wei relayed to him.When talking about "traveling together", he curled his lips in disdain.

Anyway, the money is enough for Mu Qingjia to walk sideways in the city.

He quickly ran a few steps to catch up with the sulking Huo Wei, and dawdled humbly for a while, the man in black relaxed his expression, and let him watch things and eat snacks.

There are bustling human voices, lively and warm; there is also a unique breathing sound, which is quiet and distant, not far or near.

That's all.Mu Qingjia was thinking.

It would be great if I could live this life without being a god.

When Mu Qingjia's safety buckle is filled with all kinds of gadgets and food, it is the moment when the sun is rising and Chunhui is the warmest.They walked along the thoroughfare, all the way out of the West Market with many grassy vendors, and came to a majestic building.

Between the West Market and the East Market, that is, in the center of Guyi City, stands the City Lord Hall.When passing through this place, the noise gradually weakens, and the sense of solemnity gradually arises.The main hall of the city is surrounded by high walls on all sides, and [-] soldiers will guard the gate in strong and sharp clothes.

It's just that the guards on both sides of the gate are not the traditional stone lions of Kyushu officials, but two cranes fluttering their wings.

Mu Qingjia was puzzled, so she asked this question.

"Two hundred miles to the east is Xuanzong, and Xuanzong is symbolized by a crane." Huo Wei said concisely.

It is precisely because of this that Guyi City chose to use the crane as a symbol to express some kind of attachment, fawning or belief.

This place is very different from the Qingqiu Mountain area that Mu Qingjia is familiar with. Qingqiu Mountain is located in the southernmost part of Kyushu. Also weaker.

In the central and eastern part of Kyushu, where there are many sects of cultivating immortals, monks are mixed with the mortal world, and fairy mountains often appear in the world, accepting mortals with spiritual roots as servants, so the local customs and customs here will be changed by belief in immortals.

After passing the main hall of the city for two or three miles, the buildings gradually rose, and they walked into the more prosperous Dongshi.Mu Qingjia stretched, and when she felt that her belly was empty, the two stopped under a restaurant.

He looked up, fixed his eyes on the uneven plaque of the restaurant, and slowly recognized the words.

"Sky...sea, One Color Pavilion?"

"Don't you want to come and eat?" Huo Wei said calmly.

It was only then that Mu Qingjia remembered a set of rhetoric he had inadvertently mentioned when coaxing people a few days ago.However, since this pavilion can still leave a shadow after his amnesia, the dishes in it must be extraordinary.

"Junior brother has a heart." He bent his lips and smiled, pulling Huo Wei across the threshold.

Huo Wei's concealment technique was so good, Mu Qingjia yelled a few times before Xiaoer found them and bowed to lead the way.

Tianhai Yise Pavilion deserves to be the place he never forgets. The gates and gardens here are carved and painted, magnificent and magnificent. Once inside, it is a quiet place.

There is a screen of green peaks reclining, beautiful trees in the courtyard are verdant, and there is a hidden sound of running water.Stepping on the white stone steps, the winding path leads to secluded places. There are one garden and one seat along the road. Each courtyard is separated by white walls and black tiles.

A stream of water flows under the wall, linking up the whole wine pavilion. There are radish hanging upside down on the stream, and falling flowers are floating below. The style is clean and pleasant.

Mu Qingjia only felt that her whole body was soaked in the aura of Yuzu, her heart was comfortable and refreshed, and she loved her even more.

"It's a wonderful thing." He sighed, "Junior Brother, don't you think this place is beautiful?"

"Yes." Huo Wei said.

"I think so." Mu Qingjia said, "This place belongs to the category of Fengshui treasure land in terms of spiritual veins. If there is less mortal chaos, it can directly establish a sect."

Xiao Erguan and the two were well dressed and behaved elegantly and calmly, leading them to an elegant courtyard.

They sat in the gazebo, surrounded by peach trees, light pink and white petals scattered all over the stone steps, and some were blown into the stream beside the pavilion, and flowed out of the courtyard wall with spring water.

Huo Weiyi was dressed in black, with sharp brows, but the falling flowers were not afraid, they just fell down at will, and gently landed on the ends of his sword eyebrows.

Mu Qingjia smiled, brushed off the white powder on the tip of his brow, sniffed hard, found that he still didn't feel anything, and swallowed it.

"It's so sweet." He smiled.

Huo Wei opened his eyes slightly, his pupils dilated.

Mu Qingjia didn't realize that his behavior was too intimate.Among the five senses, he only has hearing and taste, so he uses his own way to "smell" peach blossoms.

However, in the eyes of others, this behavior is like a disciple who molested a man from a good family.

Mu Qingjia propped up her chin leisurely, picked up a few dishes with good impressions and elegant names, and picked up a pot of "Laojunmei", and reported it to Xiao Er.

When Xiaoer forgot about the dishes and was about to leave, Huo Wei stopped him.

"One Dendrobium 'Liquanchun'."

Xiao Er sings here.

"Liquanchun?" Mu Qingjia unconsciously licked the corners of her lips.

"The most famous Fanjiu in Yuzhou." Huo Wei lowered his eyes, took the Laojunmei teapot that was brought up, and slowly poured two teapots into Ru Kiln porcelain cups.

"You like to drink?" Mu Qingjia asked suspiciously, "How do I remember..."

"you love."

Without even looking at him, Huo Wei pushed one of the cups of tea to Mu Qingjia, took his own, and shook it on his nose.

"Oh." Mu Qingjia frowned and smiled, but felt that part of her heart was teased again.

He took a sip of the tea, only to find that the taste was more fragrant and mellow than the ones he drank before.At the beginning, he thought it was because of his state of mind, and tasted a few more sips, only to find that the strange aroma had not dissipated.

Huo Wei also noticed this, and said, "It wasn't like this the last time I came here."

This strange fragrance is not a rough smell like Mongolian sweat medicine, but a fresh and sweet aftertaste, which made the two of them puzzled.

It just so happened that the warm wine lady in the pavilion offered "Liquanchun", so Mu Qingjia took advantage of the opportunity and asked: "Little lady, do you know what this old gentleman has added to his eyebrows? Why is the taste not the same as before?"

When the girl raised her eyes and saw his gentle and elegant demeanor, she felt a little more fond of him.

"Isn't the guest officer coming to Guyu City for a few years?" She smiled sweetly, "In addition to the Laojun eyebrows specially provided by Junshan in Dongting Lake, this tea also adds a flavor of 'yaocao'."

Mu Qingjia smiled and praised: "I have traveled all over Kyushu, but I have never tasted such a special fragrance elsewhere."

"No, this 'yao grass' is only found on Guyi Mountain." The girl said proudly, "Last year when our city lord's wife went on a wild trip to the mountain, I happened to find this fairy grass, brought it back, carefully cultivated it, and planted it back on the mountain. Get up. This fairy grass not only has a pure fragrance, but also has the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin. It has a lot of effects and is suitable for both men and women."

She touched her rosy cheeks, and said: "Thanks to this fairy grass, the women in the city can keep their skins, as if they will never grow old."

Mu Qingjia said with a smile: "Although Mu is blind, but just by listening to the girl's voice, you can tell that the girl has an extraordinary appearance."

Suddenly there was a crisp "ding" sound next to her ear, Mu Qingjia turned her head and saw Huo Wei putting the teacup on the table, and was about to finish the routine wiping of the Butterfly Sword.

He said that the younger brother couldn't bear the approach of ordinary people, so he hurriedly smiled at the girl and said, "Go ahead, if I keep pestering you, won't the shopkeeper scold you?"

"Yes, yes." The Wenjiu lady stepped back quickly, her voice trembling.

Her attitude changed so quickly, Mu Qingjia was a little surprised, but she never asked again.

He couldn't see it, but the girl could see it clearly.In front of the man in black clothes and sword eyebrows, the white porcelain teacup was deeply embedded in the white marble table case. The tea cup was intact, but the table case was sunken with a round pit with sharp edges.

What did all this was only a pale and bony hand, plus a very subtle sound of jade ringing.

Lady Wenjiu didn't dare to say any more, so she just delivered the dishes honestly.