Inscription
The old friends are invited, and the mountains are companions. After traveling thousands of miles to the west, I began to know the face of Lushan Mountain. Yang Xionghun, who loves wine, doesn't care. Heaven and neighbors, come to comfort the poor and sad eyes.
Like a frightened bird, it blows and disperses. Draw the Hengjiang River and look at the south bank of the Duan River. The corners of the earth are endless. A song of Qing Dynasty, full of pear blossoms.
(Su Muzhe. Song: Zhou Zizhi)
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In the early morning, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue left Shenmo Peak.
They walked eight hundred miles in one breath, left Nansong Pavilion, and went to Yunji Town to eat hot pot.
Zhao Layue ate seven plates of crispy meat and drank three cans of fruit wine, while Jing Jiu blanched a few slices of vegetables and used white soup.
In the afternoon, they set off again and walked hundreds of miles to the outside of the city of Shangzhou.
Shangzhou City is not particularly large, but there are five official roads that meet here, and the geographical location is extremely important, so the court's governance is extremely strict.
There are guards guarding the gates of the city. Although they will collect some copper coins and let them pass quickly, the inspection of pedestrians will not be relaxed.
Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue stood under the Li Pavilion outside the city, looking in the direction of the city gate for a long time.
They have a very troublesome problem that cannot be solved.
How to get into the city
Jing Jiu recalled the travel notes and the relevant regulations of the dynasty that he had read back then, and found that there was still no other way.
"If you enter directly with the sword, there should be a fairy house in the city to receive practitioners." He said to Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue was a little annoyed.
At the beginning, she said that she should walk with a sword, but Jing Jiu disagreed, saying that since she wanted to travel, there was no need to be in such a hurry, and it was better not to reveal her identity.
Jing Jiu said, "Otherwise, there must be directions issued by the government."
Zhao Layue looked at him and asked, "Do you have any?"
Jing Jiu said, "When we leave, we can go to Xilai Peak to ask for a few copies."
Zhao Layue said: "Is that not now?"
Jing Jiu looked at the carriages on the official road, and said to himself, "I don't know if there are any portraits on the road guides."
Zhao Layue said dumbly: "Qingshan is ashamed."
Yes, Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue are two people who have no common sense in life.
In the green mountains, they can't see anything unusual, but when they come to the real world, this problem will be fully revealed.
They are dedicated to the Tao, and all their time and energy are devoted to difficult issues such as spiritual practice and comprehension of the world, and they don't care about the trivial things in life at all.
Back then in the small mountain village, Jing Jiu spent nine days learning farm work, housework and labor, but he still didn't learn anything else, such as dealing with people.
No matter in Liu's house, in Nansong Pavilion and Xijianxi, or in Shenmo Peak, he was always alone, and he didn't need to deal with others.
Zhao Layue's situation was slightly better than his, but it was limited. Before she was born, she was the future that the Qingshan sect focused on. After she came to this world, she has been preparing to practice Taoism and learn all kinds of difficult knowledge. She just stayed in the mansion and never saw outsiders until she came to Qingshan. Most of the time is also alone, such as Jianfeng.
In the monastic world, they are amazing talents, but in the normal world, they will appear clumsy.
If there is no other way, then we can only choose the most direct way.
Of course, that method was not the one that Jing Jiu had considered before.
As the twilight deepened and his vision became blurred, he and Zhao Layue went around to the most remote section of the city wall in Shangzhou City. The sword flashed occasionally and then disappeared from the spot.
The flying sword landed in a remote alley.
Zhao Layue asked, "Where are you going?"
Jing Jiu said, "I've never lived in Xianju, I heard it's pretty good."
Zhao Layue said: "Since it's a tour, it's like walking in the red dust of Guocheng Temple, it's better to stay in an inn."
Thinking about what was written in the book, Jing Jiu was a little worried, and said, "I heard that the inn is quite dirty, and the smell of feet is very strong."
Zhao Layue thought to herself that she was really ignorant, just find a better inn, don't mortals wash their feet
Jing Jiu wanted to say something, but Zhao Layue said directly, "I'm Senior Sister, listen to me."
"All right."
The two left the alley and walked towards the street full of lights outside.
Zhao Layue suddenly stopped and said, "Wait for me."
After a while, she came back from the alley, holding two hats in her hand.
Jing Jiu took the hat and asked, "Why?"
Zhao Layue didn't speak, and made a gesture on her face with her hand.
This has become a common movement in Qingshan Nine Peaks, as long as you see this movement, you will know that you are talking about Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu hadn't seen this action before, but it didn't prevent him from quickly understanding what Zhao Layue meant.
He put on his hat and asked in a low voice, "Can you still see it?"
The light from outside the alley shone on him, and the hat covered most of his face, but even the exposed part was too stunning.
Zhao Layue stretched out his hand and pressed his hat down forcefully, looked it over and nodded in satisfaction.
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Banxianju is the best restaurant and inn in Shangzhou.
This is the result of Zhao Layue's courageous questioning of several passers-by.
The inn is brightly lit and the windows are clean. Although it is a bit noisy, it looks good.
Zhao Layue was more satisfied, but Jing Jiu was not satisfied when he looked at the three words on the plaque.
Entering the inn and coming to the shopkeeper, Zhao Layue suddenly fell silent.
Jing Jiu was a little puzzled, and then thought that she probably forgot to bring the money.
He will never forget this kind of thing, he always remembers that money is the most important thing, and his status in the small mountain village is largely derived from this.
He took a piece of gold leaf and handed it to the shopkeeper, and said seriously, "I want the best room."
No one would wear a hat to an inn to ask for a room, and no one would pay for the room with gold leaves, but... it was gold leaves after all.
It doesn't matter what weirdos you are, as long as you have money.
"Tianzi Room A! Look at this name, it is reserved for you two."
With a sincere smile on the shopkeeper's face, he called Xiao Er and asked him to take the guests up.
When they came to the door of the room and saw that the wooden sign really said Room A with Tian Zi, both Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue felt quite satisfied.
After entering the room, Zhao Layue looked around at the furnishings, and found that it was really good, and it was not much worse than Chaoge City's home.
Jing Jiu was thinking about one thing, and asked, "How can you buy a hat if you don't have money?"
Zhao Layue was stunned, but did not answer the question. She found a clean floor and sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and began to rest.
"Qingshan is ashamed."
Jing Jiu shook his head and said with a smile.
Zhao Layue still ignored him.
A white mist rose from the top of her head, as straight as a line and like a sword.
Jing Jiu untied the iron sword behind him, and turned his mind slightly, a dark blue flame burst out from the black sword.
He reached out and grabbed the flame, put it on his face, rubbed it twice, and all the dust from the journey of thousands of miles disappeared, revealing his skin as clean as jade.
After a while, Zhao Layue finished adjusting her breath, opened her eyes, black and white were clearly distinguished, very beautiful.
She glanced at Jing Jiu, thought for a while, stretched out her hand in the air to condense the water, and washed her face clean.
There was a knock on the door, and Xiao Er came in with a basin of hot water, and two snow-white towels between his elbows.
"Guest officer, you..."
Xiao Er looked at Zhao Layue's face and was stunned.
He put the water basin on the ground, looked at Jing Jiu, and said, "How about you..."
The sound stopped abruptly again.
He rubbed his eyes, a little in disbelief of what he saw.
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(I'm busy in Wuhan, the latest update may be a bit messy, today is just one chapter.)