The rivers and lakes are full of vests

The scorching sun is like a fire, and the disc-like golden scorching sun hangs on the top. It is already hot and dry at two o'clock, and the cicadas sing up and down, which is disturbing and noisy.

After Fu Peibai packed the parcels, under the bright sunlight, he put the large and small bags on the horse outside the gate of the palace. After turning back and forth several times, his body was covered in thin sweat, and fine beads of sweat fell on his forehead.

The woman in plain white took out a clean handkerchief from her arms and handed it over.

Fu Peibai waved his hand, "No need." After saying that, he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat from his face, and put the last bag of luggage on the saddlebag.

After cleaning up, Lu Qingwan and Sang Yunshi came late. The former was dressed in the handsome man's outfit from yesterday, while the latter was still glamorous and feminine. Walking together, the two were pleasing to the eye.

Fu Peibai patted the ashes on his hands, "It's time to go, I have already greeted the prince before."

Lu Qingwan got on the horse swiftly and reached out to Sang Yunshi.

"Little girl, thank you son for your love."

Lu Qingwan looked away and said nothing.

These two get along harmoniously, which is undoubtedly what Fu Peibai wants to see the most. With the corners of her mouth raised slightly, she also got on the horse. After pulling Shi Qi up, she gently pulled the rein of the horse and moved forward slowly. City, continue all the way southwest to Gu Domain.

In the next ten days, no accidents happened on the road, and they arrived in Wumeng Town, an important border town outside the southwest border, in mid-September.

Although it is a small town, because it is located at the junction of the Southwest and the Central Plains, and there are many tourists coming and going, it has gradually developed into a small town.

When Fu Peibai and the others led their horses into this town, they discovered the difference between this town and the towns in the Central Plains.

The architectural styles of Wumeng Town are almost all wooden buildings. The uneven bamboo buildings on stilts, one tall and one short, are scattered on both sides of the street. The roofs are covered with thatch, and silver bells are hung on the eaves. It is the crisp sound of the wind blowing the bell.

This is not like a town, but more like a bandit village, revealing a strong rough and barbaric atmosphere.

The people in this town are in line with this banditry. On a table by the side of the street, sit a few tall and three thick men, drinking bowls the size of a washbasin to quench their thirst. , revealing two muscular brass-colored arms, with scars of different sizes on his face, a beard all over his chin, and the breath of a gangster all over his body. There was a deep chill, and I don't know how many people's blood I had licked.

And at another table right next to this table, a thin man in black was sitting alone. He had a long black sword on his waist and a hat on his head. Most of his face was covered by the brim of the hat. Showing the corner of his thin jaw, he was drinking a bowl of herbal tea, and his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not get close to.

Even the street vendor Xiaoer and the shopkeepers are dressed differently from the Central Plains. Most of the men are in short combat uniforms, and their eyes are shining brightly, while most of the women are wearing light gauze and silk clothes, revealing a large area of ​​white breasts.

This town, which is not counted as the border of the Southwest, is already so mixed with fish and dragons. I don't know what the Gu Domain in the hinterland of the Southwest should be like.

They led a group of horses into the city, and the obvious Central Plains people's attire immediately attracted a lot of attention. Fu Peibai couldn't help speeding up his pace. After finding a street vendor and inquiring about the inn in the city, he rushed to stay with three women.

The name of the inn is two characters that Fu Peibai doesn’t know, it’s not written by Han people, and even though this inn is already the largest inn in the town, it’s not like in the Central Plains where the inn and the restaurant operate independently, but a combination of both .

At that time, there was a large group of people sitting in the lobby of the inn. Looking at the clothes they were wearing, each of them was a martial artist, and one of them was a handsome man. Although he was dressed in coarse cloth, he had an extraordinary bearing. It is not difficult to see from the respectful words and deeds of other people towards the man that this man is the leader of the crowd.

When Fu Peibai glanced over, he collided with the man's gaze. The man squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, picked up the wine bowl, and raised it to her as a greeting.

Fu Peibai was startled for a moment, nodded slightly as a response, then turned to talk to the innkeeper, and asked for four rooms side by side.

Her plan is to rest here for two days, inquire about Ling Xiaohua and the herbal medicine that can heal the scar on Ding Yi's face, and the whereabouts of Duan Wushou. After everything is ready, she will enter the Southwest Gu Domain.

After entering, first send Seventeen and Sang Yunshi to their respective destinations, and then go with Lu Qingwan to find the magic medicine and swordsmith Duan Wushou. If everything goes well, they should be able to return to Tianji within a month , Complete this trip to Sichuan within the specified time.

When Fu Peibai thought of it, he acted immediately, hurriedly put away his luggage, and told the other three people that he would go to the street to find out the news. If he came back late, he would let them have dinner by themselves without waiting for her. Before he left, he did not forget to ask them to remember Ask Xiaoer to deliver the food to the house instead of going to the lobby to eat, Lu Qingwan mumbled that she understood, and she left with peace of mind after being really verbose.

Inquiring about news is like going to the busiest and most crowded place in the town. As soon as Fu Peibai came out of the inn, he wanted to find a passerby to ask where the town was most lively. When he looked around, he caught a glimpse of a small stall on the corner of the street.

The small stall consisted of a table covered with gray cloth, and a streamer stood beside it. On the streamer, there were four big characters floating on it, "writing letters on behalf of others".

In remote areas, it is not uncommon for people who can read and write to write letters for others. The reason why this small stall caught Fu Peibai's attention was that the man who set up the stall was wearing a typical Central Plains literati robe and Confucianism on his head. With a soft beard and a weak temperament, this is particularly eye-catching among all the heroic and heroic people in the Jianghu who are dressed in strange clothes.

Fu Peibai walked over, and before he could speak, the man said first: "Only write letters to the woman and wife you like, and don't write anything else."

Fu Peibai couldn't help being curious, raised his eyebrows and asked, "May I ask you, sir, why?"

The man said indifferently: "No reason, if you want to write to others, please choose another skill."

Fu Peibai laughed out loud, and said: "Sir, I don't write letters, I just want to inquire with you about the news, do you know where is the most lively place in this town? Or is there anyone in this town who is very familiar with the boundaries of the southwest Gu region?" ?”

The man raised his eyes and finally looked at Fu Peibai squarely, but his voice was still indifferent, "These two questions you asked are one question."

Fu Peibai's eyes lit up, "Please tell me clearly, sir."

The man pointed to the words on the cloth banner, "I am a letter writer."

Fu Peibai was puzzled, after thinking for a while, she took out a copper plate from her bosom and put it on the table, with a humble tone, "I have something to do and need to go to the hinterland of Southwest Gu Region. Sir guide one or two."

The man stared at the copper plate, was silent for a while, and then repeated again: "I am a letter writer. I have received your money, so I should do what I should do. Do you have a wife?"

Fu Peibai shook his head, feeling that this man was really weird, thinking about forgetting about it, and asking someone else.

The man seemed to see that she was about to leave, and pulled the copper plate on the table into his wide sleeves, with a calm expression, "Then there must be a woman you like? You should go to this southwestern border, and you should be separated from her for a long time." It's the day, don't you want to leave a letter to express your missing?"

These words made Fu Peibai's heart tremble slightly, thinking that she had been down the mountain for nearly a month, and had been separated from the peak master for so long, how could she not want to, otherwise she would not often confuse Shi Qi's face with the peak master's face .

A shy smile appeared on her face, "Then Mr. Lao and I will write a letter on my behalf."

The man nodded, and while grinding the ink and unfolding the letter paper, he asked, "What is the woman's name?"

Fu Peibai groaned for a moment and said, "Peak Master, just write about Peak Master."

The man didn't say a word, and wrote four characters at the beginning, "Qingqing loves to learn".

Fu Peibai looked at the four strong characters, and his face immediately burned. This title is the intimate name of the two people after they have connected with each other. How dare she send it to the peak master now, and said quickly: "Mr. Sir, don't write like that. , Be more tactful, be more tactful."

The man glanced at her, quite dissatisfied, "If you don't write intimate words, how can you express your missing feelings?" After finishing speaking, he ignored Fu Peibai and started writing eloquently.

The man wrote so fast that Fu Peibai could only read a few lines clearly.

"I haven't circulated the letter for a long time, so I miss it. I don't think about it later. My worry is turning day by day. I have asked you for a long time. I am sorry."

"..."

"..."

"Sweat and heat are impermanent, be kind and cherish yourself."

"Love is long and paper is short, and there is no end to attachment."

"I can't say enough, I pray for treasure."

The man stopped his pen, raised his head and asked, "Where's your name?"

"Fu Peibai, Sanshuipei, Sunlight White."

The man raised his pen and wrote at the end of the letter "Fu Peibai's letter on the ninth day of September, 17th year of Pingyuan". Then he picked up the two corners of the letter paper, dried the ink on the paper, put the letter in the letter, and handed it to Fu Peibai.

As if he was trading something illegal, Fu Peibai hurriedly took the letter and put it into his arms, with two suspicious red clouds floating on his face.

The man sneered, "You look innocent and immature, I'm afraid you won't dare to go if I tell you about that place."

Fu Peibai suppressed the embarrassment in his heart, and said seriously: "Sir, please tell me."

"Go straight along this road to the east, and at the first fork, go south for a mile, and you will see a brightly lit painting pavilion and vermilion building, which is the most bustling and lively place in Wumeng Town. There is an expert who is familiar with the Southwest Gu Region."

"May I ask you what the purpose of this building is?"

The man leaned back, leaned against the back of the chair, narrowed his eyes narrowly, and said slowly, "This building is called Ruyun Pavilion."

Fu Peibai thought in his heart that such an elegant name could be a place where the wise men gather, and the next moment he heard the man's voice again.

"As soon as you enter the pavilion, you are in the clouds. The Yun Pavilion is the largest brothel in the southwest. The tall man I am talking about is the oiran in this building, Miss Mulanyi."

After the man finished speaking, he stared at the young man in front of him with interest and slowly opened his eyes wide, showing a little bit of surprise, and then a little bit of embarrassment. He couldn't help laughing out loud, and the soft beard on his chin trembled slightly.