me and my vest

Dragon Boat Festival is here.

Many people have hung wormwood on the door of the house, the little girls on the street are selling five-color thread, the men are cleaning the dragon boats that have been placed for a year, and the women are picking zong leaves.

This is the holiday.

No matter what the festival is, everyone always takes advantage of the festival to relax and get together with friends.

But even though the Dragon Boat Festival is here, there are three people who don't eat rice dumplings and watch dragon boat races in the Central Plains. Instead, they want to go to a deserted sea.

These three people are of course Ye Gucheng, Yu Luocha and He Guiting.

Fortunately, there is also a leader and an emperor.

What they want, even in the ends of the earth, there are people who are willing to get it for them.

The zongzi in Woyunlou is famous for its deliciousness. It is said that the owner hired a top chef. It is also said that he spent three boxes of gold to invite this chef.

How can Dragon Boat Festival not eat zongzi?

With the sound of an eagle chirping, a box of carefully wrapped zongzi from Woyun Tower appeared outside Ye Gucheng's window.

When Ye Gucheng went out with the zongzi, the swordsman in black was sitting on the bow of the boat watching the seabirds in the sky.

The seabirds were a little flustered because of the eagle they had never seen before, and they exploded into a ball and flew up, dropping many off-white feathers.

The sky over the sea is very blue, and the clouds are moving fast, like white smoke floating on a blue curtain. This kind of scenery is hard to see in the Central Plains.

"Zongzi."

Ye Gucheng uttered two words, and put the box in his hand next to the black-clothed swordsman.

"What is it?" the black-clothed swordsman asked while holding his sword.

"Of course it's Qingshui rice dumpling." Ye Gucheng said.

A cloud of mist floated suddenly from behind the ship, and it was as terrible as a ghost in broad daylight.

"Isn't Lord Ye going to buy me some?"

Ye Gucheng has long been not only the lord of Baiyun City, he now owns not only Baiyun City, but also the entire country.

But Yu Luocha wanted to call him that.

Ye Gucheng didn't care about these little things either.

If the imperial court wants to take action to rectify any forces in the world, it is naturally sure, even if it is the Western Demon Cult that is in full swing.

But why do you want to do that?

Ye Gucheng doesn't want to do meaningless things, and he doesn't want to ruin the world.

"Here." The swordsman in black picked up a rice dumpling from the box and handed it to Yu Luocha.

Yu Luocha quickly picked it up, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Although he said this to Ye Gucheng, he was waiting for the swordsman in black to give him rice dumplings.

Ye Gucheng glanced at the leader of the Western Demon Cult lightly, and did not continue speaking.

He just quietly enjoyed the sea view with the swordsman in black, looking at the fresh white foam that the waves hit on the side of the ship.

No one speaks, no one really speaks, only the sound of waves and birdsong in the wind.

Yu Luocha could only sigh, he knew a long time ago that if there were two people like this in the booth, even he who usually doesn't talk much at all would become a lively clown.

He suddenly decided to find a topic to talk about, at least he would stop listening to the birds chirping.

"Do you know the note that Gong Jiu left at Huamanlou?" Yu Luocha asked.

The swordsman in black nodded.

Ye Gucheng looked at the black-clothed swordsman suspiciously. He had to deal with a lot of things every day. The memorials alone could fill the desk in the South study, and he had no time to care about such trivial matters.

"I met Gong Jiu after I came out of the woods near Ghost Villa." The black-clothed swordsman explained, "He followed me all the way to Jiangnan Hua's house, where he left a note for Lu Xiaofeng and left."

"Lu Xiaofeng has already opened that note." Yu Luocha said, "There is only one sentence written on it."

"What?" Ye Gucheng asked.

When he heard Gong Jiu's name, he always had to pay more attention.

"It says - the handle of the old knife is a wooden Taoist."

Yu Luocha sighed again after saying this, "Although the achievements of the Western Devil Cult in terms of information are enough to make me proud, I still know very well that before Lu Xiaofeng pointed this out, I didn't know about ghosts at all. What is a villa."

"When Gong Jiu left the note, no one except Lu Xiaofeng himself had guessed the identity of the old swordsman." Ye Gucheng said suddenly.

"Correct."

"But Gong Jiu knows."

"That's right." Yu Luocha said, "This shows that he is stronger than we thought."

"Why would he leave something like this?"

"Maybe it's for provocation, maybe it's for showing off." Yu Luocha said, "Maybe Mu Taoist is just a puppet under his control, and he no longer needs this puppet."

When he finished talking here, he continued, "Maybe he was just afraid that Lu Xiaofeng would not find out who the real old swordsman was, so he wrote this note to remind him, so that he could kill people with a sword."

"Why can't you just write it down casually, and be bored for a while?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"...If so, then he is indeed an out-and-out lunatic."

"That's a lunatic." Ye Gucheng said coldly.

Yu Luocha smiled.

"Looks like we really hate him."

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The boat stopped on the edge of an island.

Yu Luocha's men dropped the anchor, moved it from the warehouse, put it down, and finally went back to the cabin in silence.

They didn't look like living people at all, everyone was deaf and dumb, and their eyes didn't seem to work very well. They didn't kneel down when they saw Yu Luocha, but they might as well kneel down.

At least the dead don't kneel, and neither do ghosts.

Kneeling somehow makes them a little more human.

"A person like this will not reveal the secret." Yu Luocha said, "I must guarantee that no one but the three of us will know where we have come."

The boat left, and they will come back when Yu Luocha needs it.

Yu Luocha took out a map from his sleeve and compared it with the topography of the island, "Wu Ming should be in the building in the center of the island."

Shi Lu didn't care about these things, he just took Ye Gucheng on vacation, and it was his plan to push everything over if he encountered anything.

This beach is beautiful, the sand is soft and fine, there are plantains growing on the island, and the sound of the waterfall can be faintly heard, it is indeed a good place.

Of course Ye Gucheng knew what the black-clothed swordsman was thinking, so he began to size up the island.

"There shouldn't be people walking around here." Ye Gucheng said suddenly.

"Of course." Yu Luocha put the paper away.

"But this is something that only humans can make."

Yu Luocha and the black-clothed swordsman followed Ye Gucheng's gaze and saw half a wooden fish buried in the sand.

The wooden fish was sliced ​​in half by some blunt instrument, and the cut surface was twisted and rough, just like the person who did it didn't know how to use his hands at all.

Yu Luocha picked up the wooden fish and sniffed it, but he didn't smell too much of the fishy smell of the sea. Someone actually used this wooden fish to hold fresh water.

The swordsman in black also bent down to pick it up. What he picked up was a book that had just been exposed from under the wooden fish.

"Chivalrous Romance Record".

This is a popular novel in the market.

Yu Luocha smiled, "This is really interesting, is it possible that someone is still living here?"

The three of them decided not to go to the island first, they would go around the beach first to see what was going on.

After they walked half a circle around the island, when they got off the boat, they saw a house built with palm leaves and grass.

The house was twisted and looked as rough as a wooden fish bowl you just picked up.

There happened to be a big stone in front of the house, and there was a word written on it with charcoal——No. 30. For three days, no boat passed by.

"This is a person who was shipwrecked?" Yu Luocha was not a sympathetic person, but now he just found it quite interesting.

But no one responded to him.

When Yu Luocha turned around, he realized that the swordsman in black had already grasped the sword in his hand, and Ye Gucheng was sighing.

Shi Li remembered what happened a few years ago.

It was an afternoon when no one should have come.

The swordsman in black was pruning the branches and leaves of his persimmon tree when a person suddenly jumped in from the top of the wall.

As soon as he came in, he went straight to the pavilion in the middle of the yard, poured himself a cup of herbal tea in a hurry, and the cow drank it as if he had never seen water in his life.

"I was going to knock on the door, but unfortunately I was in a hurry."

After drinking a full pot of tea, Lu Xiaofeng opened his mouth to speak.

"Yes." The black-clothed swordsman nodded.

I am afraid that only he would believe such nonsense.

"I came to you to invite you to eat West Lake vinegar fish." Lu Xiaofeng said, "I just solved a case of robbing a dart, and I happen to be free now."

"it is good."

Because of this sentence, the black-clothed swordsman followed Lu Xiaofeng from the capital to Hangzhou, and the two walked such a long way just to eat that dish.

Isn't this the arena?

Do what you want, go wherever you want, and run thousands of miles for a word, is it the world in your heart?

When we were about to reach the West Lake, it suddenly rained heavily.

In order to save time and have some fun, Lu Xiaofeng took the swordsman along the path, so there were no restaurants or inns nearby.

There was still lightning in the sky, and taking shelter under a tree was something a fool would do.

They could only walk in the rain.

No matter how good the martial arts are, they will still be drenched by the rain. Both of them soon became drowned, their clothes and hair were soaked, and water kept dripping down.

Until Lu Xiaofeng discovered a ruined temple.

Lu Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief when he lit the fire with some dry wood left behind by someone. Then he looked at the wet swordsman and laughed out loud.

"You didn't look like a top swordsman in the first place, and you don't even look like it now."

The black-clothed swordsman put his sword against the corner of the wall, wrung out the corner of his clothes with his hands, and looked back at him suspiciously when he heard this sentence.

"How long?"

This sentence has no beginning and no end. How long will the rain stop?Or how long has Lu Xiaofeng felt that he is not like a swordsman?

Lu Xiaofeng picked up a stone and calculated on the ground, "Go for another three days."

The swordsman asked the time to the West Lake.

This incident was just an ordinary matter, every year the swordsman in black would be dragged away by Lu Xiaofeng several times.

What he remembered was Lu Xiaofeng's handwriting.

Of course, there is a big difference between a person writing on paper with a pen and writing with other things, which are almost two kinds of characters.

If you haven't seen the latter, you won't recognize it at all.

Three days and 33 days.

This is clearly Lu Xiaofeng's handwriting.

Although Ye Gucheng didn't know the word, but he knew the swordsman very well, and he knew what had happened by looking at his expression, so he could only sigh.

For a moment Ye Gucheng didn't know whether he should think Lu Xiaofeng's luck was good or bad.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your concern and comfort.

After reading the comments today, I realized that everyone has misunderstood.

No one scolds me.

What I mean is, just scolding the matter of "exploding mentality and possibly breaking the change", scolding me that you won, that's what it means.

The bursting of mentality is my own problem... _(:::з」∠)_