Asked The Red Dust

Two months later, Qiu Gao was refreshing.

At dusk.

In the small village at the foot of the mountain, a few wisps of cooking smoke drifted slowly, three young children running around in the village, there were farmers on the roadside cutting rice, and the big yellow dog was lying lazily outside the house, sniffing the food in the house behind the sunset Fragrant.

The sound of horseshoes from far to near, broke the tranquility of the village. The big yellow dog jumped up in shock, and bowed to watch the smoke in the distance with vigilance.

Two black and white galloping horses came to speed down to the village entrance to slow down the horseshoes and looked up to the mountains not far away.

Evening glow reflected in the mountains, the clouds were faint in the mountains, and they were set against the blush. There were rugged rocks on the horizon, and it seemed to fly to the wonderland in the red clouds.

At the foot of the mountain, a shepherd boy came to ride a cow, and the shepherd flute laid back, which made the rural picture more peaceful.

"It's what they said, this place looks a little bit fairy." Baimao is a 14- to 15-year-old boy with red lips and white teeth. His long black hair is very tightly tied to the samurai bun with a silver belt, and the end is like a black satin , Looking casual and chic. Bright eyes gaze at the mountains, and there is hope in the eyes.

He is a young man in Jinpao. He looks like he is four or five years older than him. Their faces are somewhat similar. It is easy to think of this as a pair of brothers. The difference is that the young people's facial features are more distinct, and they look a lot colder and more serious.

Both horses were immediately hung with a long tarpaulin bag, and the spear of the splendid spear appeared from the mouth of the bag.

After listening to the young man, the youth did not respond, but looked at the shepherd boy in the distance quietly for a while.

"What's wrong?" The teenager turned around and asked.

"It's nothing." The youth looked back and smiled, "It just feels like the tune is unheard of, fresh and distant, and it makes people feel relaxed and happy."

The teenager nodded in favor. If the environment is only five or six cents, with this yoyo pastoral flute, it would be seven or eight points in vain.

He didn't think much either, and said with a smile: "How many good tunes in the world are not all we can know. My brother suddenly began to like silk and bamboo?"

The young man smiled and shook his head. The two slowly drove the horse into the village.

The roadside is the rice field. The farmer is slicing the rice with sweat. The young man slowly passes by, but his eyes are fixed on the rice field, his expression becomes more and more serious.

The boy looked left and right for a while. Some of the rice in the paddy field was cut and some were still growing. At first glance, it was messy and there was nothing to look at. Seeing his brother's serious appearance, he could not help wondering: "What are you looking at ..."

"Look closer and look carefully."

The youngster looked carefully and looked far away, looking into the rice field. It seemed to feel that the cut short part of the rice field formed the shape of a tai chi yin and yang fish. Although it is not too standard, the shape is really Tai Chi!

Is an illusion?

The young man pressed his heart and surprised, Le Ma arched his hand and said: "This old husband ..."

The farmer raised his head, only to see the two people's obvious nobility, and their faces became chrysanthemums: "Is the two going to the mountains to find immortals? It's getting late, how about staying at my house for one night? Very cheap ... "

"..." The image of the master was broken instantly, and the youth's eyes moved, and he introduced himself politely: "Under Li Qinglin, this is Shedi Qingjun ... Dare to ask Lao Zhang, this rice is cut in such a shape ... but there is What doorway? "

"Doorway?" The farmer scratched his head in wonder, and the mud was scratched on his hair. "This is the abbreviated number six and nine of Xiao Qin's education. What did he say to be together? I don't understand, While remembering how to write numbers, I cut it like this ... "

Is this the case? The brothers looked at each other, and they both chuckled in amusement. Although this is unheard of in the sixty-nine digital writing, it is more acceptable than the farmer who created Taiji yin and yang fish in the field.

The farmer said again: "The most comfortable accommodation for my family, hot kang and hot milk, as long as three articles ..."

"No need." The two smiled and walked away.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... hh ..." the farmer shouted behind him, "you don't want to enter the mountain so late, there are poisonous malaria in the mountain recently, and there are strange tigers, very dangerous!

The young man Li Qingjun patted the gun pocket and turned his head and smiled: "It is only when we know the difficulties that we are sincere. Is it better to help you except the tiger?"

The farmer looked at their guns and hesitated for a moment, but just said: "Be careful."

Is near the end of the village, and has reached the foot of the mountain. The cloudiness is more intense, and the several courtyards in the village have not been seen clearly. A woodman came to take carelessly, as if to shuttle through the clouds, and sang songs in his mouth:

"Everyone knows the gods well, but they can't forget their merits. Where will the ancient and the modern look? Arasuka has lost a pile of grass.

Everyone in the world knows the gods well, only gold and silver can't forget. In the end, I only hate to gather together, and when my eyes are closed ... "

The brothers stared and listened, the horseshoes slowed down and finally stopped completely.

Came to this place and felt different everywhere. Even the songs sung by a woodman were of this level. No wonder people said that this mountain has immortals.

"Dare to ask Lao Zhang ..." Li Qinglin stopped the woodman, "Who made this song?"

Woodman smiled and said: "Is the song sung by the Qin family kid a bit interesting?"

More than just mean? This is where? This is Xianji Mountain. The immortal seekers of all generations are endless, and hearing such a song in such a place is even more meaningful.

"Dare to ask where this Mr. Qin lives?"

The woodman pointed at the depths of the cloud and mist: "The last yard in Murao is the sunburn medicine yard, which was recognized in the past."

The yard is really easy to recognize. The small courtyard is densely covered with scaffolds, and several layers of dustpans are on the shelf, covered with various herbs. The fragrance of the herb is faint and comfortable.

A teenager was sitting in the middle of the yard, carrying a stick into the stone mortar, taking a leisurely attitude, and unaware of the approach of a guest.

The two immediately watched for a while, but the original feeling of meeting with the senior person was scattered. Because this young man is too young, it looks like 16th and 7th in terms of what it looks like. Nowhere is it bigger than Li Qingjun. What's more, with their martial arts vision, this young man is nothing more than a martial arts cultivator.

But it ’s fun to be a teenager. He was in rough clothes and slightly thin. He looked pretty and quiet in appearance, unlike the villagers and villagers, he looked like a scholar. When pounding the medicine, he hummed the music that he didn't understand, and the sound of "disgusting" pounding medicine wafted in this silent evening, with a relaxing rhythm and the feeling of leisure and quietness in the country.

Looking at this look, most of his songs and numbers have read some miscellaneous books, or some family studies? In the case of family studies, the farmer woodcutter only said "Xiao Qin" and "Qin Jiazi", I am afraid the elders are no longer there.

What's interesting is ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ His "medicine pestle" is a mace stick, which looks thicker than his thigh, and the splendid mace shines in the sunset, forming an outrageous appearance with his elegant appearance. Contrast.

This is his weapon for building martial arts?

"Hey!" Li Qingjun looked at it for a long time and couldn't help laughing: "Can the mace stick cure the medicine, the front end is not sharp teeth?"

The teenager stopped his hand, turned his head to look at them, and focused on the gun pockets of the two. He answered the question: "It is inconvenient to enter the mountain at night. The two are still careful. There are strange tigers on the top of the mountain. Don't be close. , Run immediately, it will not chase. "

Li Qinglin asked: "Little brother's surname Qin?"

The teenager answered randomly: "Qin Yi."

Li Qinglin introduced himself again, and continued: "My brother went into the mountains to find immortals and listened to the lumberjack singing. It was very meaningful. It is said that Brother Qin did it?"

"Oh, I listened to the Taoist priests in my early years, and it has nothing to do with me."

"..." Li Qingjun had long felt that this teenager, who was about as big as himself, could not be a kind of senior, and when he heard the word "disturb", he wanted to go up the mountain.

Li Qinglin suddenly said: "Looking at Brother Qin's appearance, but is it a pharmacist? Can there be all kinds of antidote? We want to buy a few."

Li Qingjun looked at his brother strangely, they are all well prepared, and what medicine to buy temporarily?

"There are no different types, one pill will do everything." Qin Yi throws a cloth bag, "Two pills inside, twelve silver."

Li Qingjun took the cloth bag, looked at the two red jujube-like pills, and chuckled with laughter: "How can there be a pill that relieves all poison, what kind of pill are you?"

His voice was crisp, and with such a sneer, the awe-inspiring bravery of the cross-gun immediately dimmed a lot, and he felt a little saucy.

Qin Yi stared at him for a while, then suddenly grinned: "This is called eating jujube pills."