On the fourth day of the 10th day of the 70th year of the Kangyuan period of Dagan, at the time of Shen, outside Chang'an.

After Xu Wubing got a divination from the East City of Chang'an, although he had doubts, he had no other way after all, so he led Murong Yan to go east.

The two sold two fast horses in the horse market, left Yanxingmen on the east side of Chang'an City, and rode on their horses and walked all the way...

Although Murong Yan was born in the boudoir since she was a child, she was given guidance when she was young and was quite riding. On the contrary, Xu Wubing, because she has been growing up in the south, was not familiar with horses. Although she was good at paddling and rowing, she was unable to control horses. At this moment, he was riding on the horse, his body was shaking and his posture was really ugly...

The two of them went east for more than forty miles. Seeing Wudian on the horse, Murong Yan couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Wudian, you know it's 'Southern people sailing boats, northern people riding horses'. Let's take a look at the way we northern people ride horses..." So he grabbed the horse's belly with his legs and lifted the horse's reins with both hands. The green horse under her crotch raised her head and neighed a long time, and the four hooves were rushing forward like a gust of wind. Murong Yan was willing to show off, so she drove the green horse and galloped east along the Chang'an official road. In just a moment, she threw Wudian behind her far away...

Xu Wubing shouted, "Brother, wait for me!" He also hurriedly clamped his legs and shouted repeatedly, but the horse under his crotch was only slightly faster, and then he slowed down. It was just because of his horse's equestrian, a few years ago, Fang Shuhu, the leader of the second hall of the Fang family, temporarily pointed him out. At this time, he was able to ride on the horse and avoid falling down...

After riding a horse without illness for more than ten miles, I saw a stream winding by the stream. The stream was extremely clear. Opposite the water was a horse tied beside the tree, lowering its head to eat grass. It was the green horse riding by Murong Yan.

After wading through the stream without illness, he walked across the stream. When he reached the other side, he tied the horses and walked along the stream. After only a few dozen steps, he saw Murong Yan barefoot and picking up some small pebbles in the stream...

When Murong Yan saw Wujian, he waved and shouted:

"Brother Wujian, come and come! The water here is so comfortable! There are also these small stones, so smooth and some shiny stones!..."

Wubing smiled and thought to himself that this little brother was so playful, and some little stones were so curious. But seeing that he was playing hard, he couldn't bear to urge him, so he followed Murong Yan's appearance, took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, and went barefoot to the stream.

At this time, the sky was bright and the warm sun in early winter was warm and gentle, which made people feel particularly comfortable and comfortable. Although their sick-free feet were in the water, they didn't feel cold. He looked around and saw the mountains in the distance, rolling and undulating. Beyond the green mountains, under the setting sun, there were even more crows passing by quickly...

Wubing and Murong Yan were walking in the water, looking around the green mountains, and the gods were missed... Suddenly, an old voice came from the downstream:

"You two! You are so huddling the stream, and you still ask me to fish?!"

The two looked up and saw that the stream was more than ten feet away. It turned a rock and gathered into a small pond. An old man, wearing a gray straw raincoat and a big bamboo hat, was sitting by the pool fishing alone...

Seeing that someone was enjoying fishing in the wilderness on the mountain, Murong Yan couldn't help but feel childlike. She walked out of the stream, put on her boots, ran to the side of the old fisherman, and said with a smile: "Old man, why are you here fishing? Are there any fish here?"

The old fisherman pointed to the fish basket beside him and said, "You can see it yourself..."

Murong Yan saw that there were seven or eight mandarin fish of different sizes in the fish basket, the largest weighing about two or three pounds, and the smallest weighing at least one pound. She couldn't help but wonder and asked, "Old man, why did you catch so many fish in this small pool? And they are all mandarin fish that ordinary people can't even get online?!"

The fishing old man smiled and said, "What do children know about homes? This stream is called 'Lantian Stream', and the mist in the distance is called 'Yushan'. This jade mountain is rich in Lantian jade, so don't you hear 'Lantian sun warm jade produces smoke'? This Lantian beautiful jade is famous all over the world, and everyone knows it. Because of this jade mountain, the water of Lantian Stream is as warm as jade all year round. The mandarin fish likes warmth and likes to chase warm currents. In addition, the stream is clear and sweet, so Lantian Stream is

Among them, not only are there many mandarin fish, but the taste is also the most plump!"

Murong Yan suddenly had an idea when she heard this and said to the old man:

"Old man, I have heard that this mandarin fish tastes delicious. If it is roasted on fire while it is fresh, the taste will be even more wonderful. I learned some cooking methods from my mother when I was a child, but it is better to..."

"You can grill fish?" the old man turned his head and asked hurriedly. Under the bamboo hat, an old face full of gullies was revealed. Judging from his appearance, he was at least over 70 years old...

Murong Yan smiled and said, "I know a little bit too... If the old man doesn't dislike it, we can help make fire, remove scales, and grill fish..."

The old fisherman smiled and said, "Okay, okay! I'm worried that no one will cook the fish for me! It's great to have you two! I'll leave all of my fish to you!... I'll bake it later, I'll share a few of you..."

Murong Yan applauded and pulled Xu Wubing to get busy. Wubing saw that the two of them were having a good chat, and then they heard the "grilled fish" proposal, and they felt interesting. After all, they were all young people's temperaments. At this moment, one of them killed fish and washed the scales, and the other picked up dead branches to make fire. The two built a wooden rack, skewed the mandarin fish with thin branches, and grilled them on the fire...

The fisherman's back basket brought a lot of things, not only were there utensils to kill fish and remove scales, but even the cooking salt and pepper ingredients were all available. Wujian and Murong Yan worked hard for more than half an hour. The eight fat mandarin fish were all roasted with skin as gold, meat as white jade, fish fat was everywhere, and the aroma was swaying...

The old fisherman could no longer hold back and pulled the largest mandarin fish, and started to chew on both hands. Murong Yan smiled and took a mandarin fish for Wubing, and he also took one. The three young men and three men were basking in the setting sun and grass trees by the Lantian River, bathing in the warm wind, holding the fragrant mandarin fish in their hands, and gnawing on the fragrant mandarin fish in their hands...

The mandarin fish is tender, fat, and has no fine thorns. It is a treasure among fish. The three of them feasted. When they were having fun, Xu Wubing suddenly slapped his head and said loudly: "With a delicacy but no fine wine, isn't it a 'scattered gift'!" As he said that, a pot of fine wine came out of his arms - it was the famous Chang'an wine "Fenyang Zui".

Wujian handed the wine pot to the old man. The old man was not polite, raised his neck and said "gulp" a few times, took a few big gulps in succession, and handed the wine pot to Murong Yan. After drinking, the three of them had no wine glasses, so they took turns to face the wine pot and drank happily...

When Wuyan left the East City of Chang'an, he bought some biscuits and food, but naturally he didn't forget to prepare a pot of Chang'an famous wine for himself. At this time, facing the eight fragrant mandarin fish, it was a pity that this pot of wine was too little, and the three of them were able to eat and drink. After only a moment, the wine was dried up and the fish was finished...

The old fisherman saw that the fish basket was empty, and there was nothing left except for some dead branches and leaves and broken fish bones. The sunset was setting in the distance and the sky was getting darker. He couldn't help but frown slightly. He immediately stood up and patted the straw raincoat and said:

"I, an old guy, have been busy for half a day, and these fish have been in their stomachs like this... Very good! Very good! There are good fish today, good wine, and it's worth fishing..." After saying that, he carried the fish basket, picked up the fishing rod, waved his hands at Xu Wubing, and Murong Yan and the others, and then left...

Xu Wubing and Murong Yan stood by the stream, watching the old man leave. A gust of evening breeze blew, and saw the old man's back in the setting sun. Wubing couldn't help but sigh and said to himself: "This old man may have experienced all his life. Today, he can meet by chance and have a fish banquet together, which is also a fate..." He wanted to go forward and give the old man some silver, but seeing that the old man was drifting away, he had to give up...

He always felt that the old man had a transcendent chivalrous spirit behind his old face. Even if he had reached his twilight age, he would still stand like green pine trees, proudly frost and snow. If he gave silver for no reason, it would be disrespectful...

"That old man is so strange! This sunny person is wearing a straw raincoat..." Murong Yan smiled.

"Is that so? Why didn't I pay attention..." Xu Wubing scratched his head and said with a smile.

...

Xu Wubing and Murong Yan had eaten and drank, and they were about to dim, so they got on the horse and rushed. The two went east, slowly moving away and left.

This jade mountain is getting closer and closer...

At some point, the sunset outside the mountain had disappeared, and the sky suddenly became darker. The dark clouds quietly climbed up the top of the mountain, gradually covering the fields. A gust of cold wind blew, and the vast grass all over the fields shook in the wind... Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a muffled thunder and a heavy rain trembled, shaking off.

The heavy rain suddenly came. Wuqing and Murong Yan did not bring rain gear, and they were soaked all over their clothes. The two had to urge the horses and run forward, hoping to find a village market...

After running for a while, Murong Yan suddenly saw a small temple not far ahead at the foot of the Jade Mountain. She immediately shouted: "Brother Wujian, there is a temple in front of you. Let's hurry up and hide in the rain for a while!"

Wuyan responded, and rode his horse to the temple gate with Murong Yan. The two tied the horse under the tree and entered the temple gate. They saw that only one entered the house in the temple, and the scene was very desolate and dilapidated. The walls of the temple were peeled off, the temple beams were covered with spider webs and dust. The statues placed in the middle of the temple were also broken, and they looked unclear. They didn't know which god was worshipped, but the roof tiles on the roof were still intact, but it was a very good place to hide from the rain.

Wubing looked around and saw a man sitting behind the statue of the god, wearing a gray cloak, and his head was covered with a hat. He saw him sitting cross-legged, as if he was muttering something in his mouth, and in the dark, he couldn't see his face clearly. Wubing called out, but he didn't answer when he saw the other party. He thought that this person would not want to speak to him, and did not force him at the moment, so he returned to the statue, picked a dry ground with Murong Yan, sat down, Wubing took out the bread from his backpack and shared it with Murong Yan...

It was the end of You, and the world was drowsy, and heavy rain continued. Lightning flashed outside the temple gate, and thunder above the head sounded. Murong Yan left home for the first time, and in this ruined temple, when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but feel frightened. She couldn't help but slowly approach Wujian and tightly grasp Wujian's hand...

Wubing and Murong Yan were hiding from the rain in the temple. After a while, a "bang" suddenly heard a "bang" sound, and the temple gate was kicked open from outside, and two big men ran in from outside. These two men were both in their thirties. With the lightning light outside the house, Wubing saw one of them very tall, dark and bearded; the other was a little short and fat, but had a waxy face. The black-faced man entered the temple, twisted the rain from his clothes, and cursed: "This damn God! I just lost more than 100 articles today, and I ran into this ghost weather again when I went out. It's really unlucky!"

The yellow-faced man smiled and said, "Jiang Datou, who asked you to touch the little widow of the Zhang family? How can you still have the luck when you touch the widow's butt? It would be strange if you are not inferior to you!"

The black-faced man called "Jiang Datou" said angrily: "Bah! I just touched the little widow's face, you, Lao San, are..."

Jiang Datou was about to say the filthy words below, but suddenly he found that there were two people sitting in the temple. He didn't continue at that moment. He wrung his clothes and found a space in front of the statue to sit.

The yellow-faced man called "Yue Lao San" was about to say, "What you touched is not someone else's face, but someone else's breasts..." But when Jiang Datou suddenly stopped talking, he turned to see Xu Wubing and Murong Yan sitting beside him. So he bowed to Xu Wubing and said with a smile: "Oh! The two little brothers are also hiding from here... Where did the little brothers come from?..."

Xu Wubing closed his eyes and rested, ignoring...

Yue Laosan felt bored, so he wrung his clothes and ran to Jiang Datou to sit down.

...

The heavy rain outside the temple gate was falling endlessly, as if someone was scooping up the water from the lake and sea in mid-air, and pouring down...

The rain is endless, and it seems that the plains, mountains, buildings and buildings are clean and spotless...

This gentle rain decorates the mountains and fields into a mist, and this lush rain turns the heaven and earth into a vast area...

Xu Wubing and Murong Yan sat against the wall, and unknowingly fell asleep in the endless sound of rain...
Chapter completed!