The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Li Muchen pointed to a winding dotted line on the map and asked, "What is this?"

Father Yanshan squinted his eyes and took a look and said, "Oh, that's a safe road to the depths of the wasteland discovered by the immortals. It's also called the secret road."

"The road to the secret realm?" Li Muchen was a little curious.

Father Yanshan clicked his tongue, as if he was dissatisfied with himself for letting the news slip.

He grabbed a handful of tobacco from the tobacco bag, put it into the pipe, lit it with a lighter, and took a few puffs.

"It has something to do with a legend."

Father Yanshan exhaled a puff of thick white smoke. The smoke filled the air and covered his old face. He seemed to be trapped in a distant memory.

"There once was an ancient city in the south of Yunnan and Guizhou, called Pucheng. Many tribal city-states surrounding Pucheng formed a country, called the Kingdom of Hundred Pus. This country was once very powerful. Later, the king of Pu Kingdom offended the gods. Some say that Offended the devil, in short, it suddenly disappeared. Legend has it that the land of Pu Kingdom has become a wasteland thousands of miles away. And Pu City is in the center of the wasteland. The wealth of the entire Pu Kingdom is buried there."

"So, generations of hunters like you risk your lives and enter the wilderness just to find the legendary Pucheng ruins?" Li Muchen thought it was a bit ridiculous.

Father Yanshan shook his head and said: "Not only hunters, but also herb gatherers. Most of the first people who came to settle in the deserted town came for this legend. Otherwise, who would want to stay in the corner of this poor mountain?"

"After so many generations, only today, less than one-third of the western half of the map has been explored. Is it worth it?"

"There is nothing worth noting. Where can I not live? Having such a thought is better than nothing. Moreover, this map was not just completed today. My grandfather had already done it like this at that time. From my grandfather to me, very little has changed.”

"why?"

"You can't get in!" Father Yanshan tapped the end of the dotted line in the middle of the map with his cigarette rod. "That's the restricted area of ​​Aragawa!"

"restricted area?"

Yanshan nodded: "No one can get in. You look at the mountain and the water. As soon as you get close, everything changes. The mountain is gone, the water is gone, the sky is gone, the sun is gone, everything is gone! I When I was young, I didn’t believe in evil. I went there once, lost my way, and encountered monsters. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to meet a fairy. Otherwise, my life would have been decided there.”

Then, Yanshan talked endlessly about the story of how he met the monster in the wilderness, how he battled wits and courage with the monster, how he met the fairy, and how the fairy defeated the monster with fairy magic and saved him.

Lan Bazi said: "Dad, you have told this matter not only a thousand times, but also eight hundred times. My ears are ringing with noise."

Father Yanshan banged his cigarette pole on the table: "This is your blessing! If the fairy hadn't saved me, would I have you?"

"Then why don't you have a baby with the fairy?" Lan Bazi muttered.

"You..." Father Yanshan raised the cigarette pole to hit him, but suddenly put the cigarette pole down and rolled his eyes, "How do you know you are not born from a fairy?"

Lan Bazi was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed naively: "Dad, you are making up lies and you are not good at making up lies. Look at me, how do I look like the child of a fairy?"

Li Muchen's attention was focused on the map.

Although Father Yanshan's description contained a lot of exaggeration and bragging, Li Muchen could tell that there really seemed to be something going on deep in the wasteland.

Of course, the Puguo treasures and the like were not attractive to him, but the restricted area phenomenon described by Father Yanshan was less like a natural phenomenon and more like a spiritual barrier.

As for the theory of monsters and fairies, it is impossible to verify it based on his oral description.

"Dad, besides you, who else has this map?" Li Muchen asked.

Father Yanshan said: "Earlier hunters and herb gatherers had some in their hands, but most of them have gone extinct. This is why I hid the pictures from my children and grandchildren. Some of them still have pictures in their hands now. Let me think about it. , maybe there are three or five others.”

"Is there one in Doctor Ye's house in town?" Li Muchen suddenly asked.

"Of course there is." Father Yanshan said, "The Ye family were the first herb collectors to come to Huangzhen, and they are also the only ones among that group of people whose incense has been passed down to this day."

Li Muchen frowned slightly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Since the Ye family has this map in their hands, how could Ye Zhenghong not know about Yinshan Mountain?

Why did Ye Zhenghong hide it?

There is only one explanation, he is related to the Yinshan Sect!

At this time, Aunt Lan had already prepared the meal and came to call them to eat.

After experiencing the thunder catastrophe, Li Muchen can no longer eat the fireworks of the world. But the Lan family was so enthusiastic that he couldn't bear to refuse, so he stayed at the Lan family to eat.

The main dish is hare meat, a big pot full, and some dried wild boar and venison.

Father Yanshan took out a jar of wine that he had treasured for many years and was reluctant to drink.

Finally, Aunt Lan brought over another pot of stewed snake meat soup.

Lan Bazi stirred the soup pot with a spoon and said, "My baby was bitten by a snake today, so I have to vent my anger!"

Lan Tian seemed to have a lingering fear of snakes, staring at the pot and not daring to move his chopsticks.

Lan Bazi smiled and scolded: "You girl is really worthless. How can you be afraid of being bitten by a snake once?"

Lan Tian shook his head desperately, pointed at the pot and said, "This is the snake that bit me!"

"What are you talking about?" said Lan Bazi, "The snake that bit you has already run away, and there is no way to catch it!"

But Lan Tian said stubbornly: "It's the snake that bit me. It's crying!"

The whole family was stunned at the same time and looked at the soup pot.

There are charcoal at the bottom of the pot, the water in the pot is boiling, and the snow-white snake meat is rolling in the water.

It was obviously steaming, but people felt a hint of coldness.

"Little kid, don't talk nonsense!" Aunt Lan cursed and stood up, "I'm going to close the window, it's so cold."

Li Muchen glanced at Lan Tian in surprise, then waved his hand slightly above the soup pot.

This little girl is actually gifted with clairvoyance and can see things that others cannot.

Lan Tian looked at Li Muchen gratefully, then lowered his head.

She was no longer so afraid, but from beginning to end, she never touched the pot of snake soup.

Li Muchen didn't say much, he just drank and ate with the Lan family and listened to Lan's father bragging about the stories in the wilderness.

The people in the mountains are hospitable. After drinking a jar of old wine, he was not satisfied, so he brought a few more bottles of Shaodao.

Father Yanshan and Lan Bazi were drunk, and even Aunt Lan was drunk.

Only Li Muchen and Lan Tian were awake.

Li Muchen asked Lan Tian: "Where were you bitten by the snake?"

Lan Tian said: "It's in the pass of the back mountain. There are many mushrooms there. My mother-in-law and I went to pick mushrooms."

"Then you take me there now, shall we catch that snake so that it can never bite anyone again?" Li Muchen said.

Lan Tian hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

Li Muchen held Lan Tian's hand and walked into the dark night.

The night in the mountains was extremely dark, but Lan Tian didn't seem to be afraid of the dark, and he led Li Muchen all the way into the col of the back mountain.

Li Muchen was observing her.

This is by no means something that can be achieved by being familiar with the mountain roads, nor is it the spiritual consciousness of a practitioner, but the innate spiritual awareness.

Li Muchen suddenly remembered the strange look in Yanshan's father's eyes when he said to Lan Bazi, "How do you know you are not from a fairy?"