Wang Yue Han

In the bright night sky after the rain, there are a few stars on the crescent of the moon. As the so-called Altair is far away, weaving a girl's love in the distance, it is difficult for lovers to get married, and they can't meet each other across the galaxy. Jiang Zihan frowned slightly: "In the world of mortals There is too much love and hate, do you have any concerns?"; "My heart is with the brothers and sisters of the teacher, and I also miss the uncle and the scenery in the mountains." Looking up, this is the second night away from home, but there are many people around me. The two monsters, Shuyu Xingzi, Yan Ziyao doesn't know who they are referring to. He has no relationship with Taoism and love, but he still has another kind of reluctance; "Fool, what he asked is if you have a sweetheart you care about." Deal with it well. Kitchen clutter, the spider spirit saw the two of them admiring the moon in the courtyard, so naturally they wanted to insert their mouths to show their presence; Jiang Zihan originally just asked the question inadvertently, and it was fine for Yan Zihan to answer the wrong question, but the spider spirit came up again He made up a knife, fearing that Yan Ziyao would be embarrassed, so he said solemnly: "Tomorrow I will set off to Jiangnan, and the wind and thunder are approaching, so I will help him."; Sad old place, because there is too much sweetness and pain there, meeting is better than nostalgia: "Okay...you take care, anyway, I will never go again..."; The flowers are scorching, and the cherry blossoms are like a painting, can I, can I go with you?" Yan Ziyao didn't pay attention to what the spider spirit asked, or he thought about it for a while, and didn't hear what the spider spirit said, but Jiang Zihan mentioned He was about to go to the south of the Yangtze River, so he agreed and said that he wanted to go. He had heard Chi Xiao say how beautiful the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River was since he was a child. Together, if your colleagues saw it, they wouldn't go to your teacher's door to sue you, saying that you don't distinguish between right and wrong, and associate with demons, and ask your teacher to clean up the house?" The spider spirit was analyzing seriously this time, he saw There have been many so-called decent sects who have always hated monsters to the bone. This little Taoist priest in front of him may only be a newcomer to the world of mortals, so that he and Jiang Zihan can be calm and buffer between each other; "I have no shame in my heart, why bother what others say, Besides, the game between Zhu and Zihan is still unclear, wouldn’t it be better to go together, don’t you think so?” He looked at Jiang Zihan with a bit of embarrassment on his face, because he wanted to call the bamboo demon just now, but he thought Jiang Zihan was good or bad To pull out spring bamboo shoots for himself, he temporarily changed his name and taboo; "You can do whatever you want, it's late at night, why don't you rest first." The bright moon hangs high, and there is a cold wind in the courtyard that brings a little coolness, Jiang Zihan is also tired today I want to rest earlier; the spider spirit refuses to go back to his cold cave, and Jiang Zihan doesn't bother to care about him, anyway, there are three bamboo houses, Jiang Zihan arranged the innermost room that can shelter from the wind to Yan Ziyao, and he still sleeps in his own In the meantime, as for the spider spirit, when he fell asleep at night, he would always feel that a wind knife had slipped in. Just as cold is just one word, there is no other way to describe it. He could only hug himself to keep warm. Jiang Zihan watched him tremble. He was so pitiful that he threw his quilt into his room. Anyway, his body has been blown by wind and rain all year round. Jiang Zihan and Yan Ziyao packed up their bags and left. He was still playing chess with Duke Zhou and refused to wake up.

Out of the mountainside of Beishan, the two of them went to the Spider Spirit Cave on the way to retrieve Yan Ziyao's baggage. Jiang Zihan said that he was carrying the Jingyue Sword, and some places were inconvenient to go to, so he asked him to take it away with empty space, and finally After entering Furong City, Jiang Zihan stopped by to fetch a pot of fine wine. Yan Ziyao was a little curious as to why Jiang Zihan didn't say goodbye to the spider, so he stepped in front of Jiang Zihan, turned around and walked backwards, asking, "Hey, are you serious?" Just leave without saying goodbye like this?"; "I left enough silver taels for him, so that he won't be starved to death by wine worms." Jiang Zihan didn't want to answer this question, in his heart, parting was just waiting for the next reunion, there was nothing wrong with it Anyway, that spider also knows where his money is; "That is to say, you are just a goblin, where did you get so much money?" People who practice Taoism regard money as something that deceives the world, and they don't want to be at ease when they have nothing to do. Everything in the door is self-sufficient, so he has never seen anyone in the audience who has a lot of money, but the bamboo demon in front of him is not only rich, but also has a lot of money. If it is said that he did not steal it, how can he believe it? ?

"I said before, I don't steal or rob, and the money is justified." Jiang Zihan saw what Yan Ziyao was thinking at the moment, and blamed him for his villainous heart, and dared to suspect that he was the same as those villains, so angry Sha Wo also: "It's useless for me to regard you as extraordinary, but you are better..."; "Well, I believe you." The two walked side by side, and they wanted to rush to the west ferry of the city before it was too early to find the boat for the south crossing; To the south, there are thousands of miles away, and the two of them could have gone with their swords and arrived in an instant without wasting any time, but Jiang Zihan chose to take the water route. He said that during this season, the scenery on both sides of the Yangtze River is infinite, so of course it is necessary to take a tour. It was not in vain to make this trip, anyway, the fox still had half a month left before the thunder disaster, and the fox also knew that he was beautiful, so he deliberately informed him a few days in advance, so that the two could not miss each other here; the two hurried along with the sea of ​​people , the west ferry is the largest ferry outside Furong City, so many passenger ships are moored at the ferry, and merchants come and go north and south to meet here. There are also some peddlers on the side of the ferry carrying burdens, selling some tea and snacks to the passing tourists, Yan Zi When Yao and Jiang Zihan arrived, after hiring the boat, they also asked the peddler to buy some pastries. After all, good wine must be paired with delicious food to enjoy it; Let the boat go.” When the peddler carefully wrapped the cakes in oiled paper and handed them over, the boatman hurriedly came forward with a smile, the boats here have a time limit for changing shifts, and seeing that most boats are about to dock, the old boatman naturally Will be a little anxious to start the boat; "Old man, we are ready, let's go." Jiang Zihan said politely, and boarded the boat with Yan Ziyao. The boat hired by Jiang Zihan was more luxurious. He was thinking of drifting on the water for nearly ten days. There is a person beside him. The boat must be suitable for resting. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. There are bedrooms and a living room in the passenger ship. Tou Nuo Kuan is available for the employer to enjoy the moonlight on the river and the sea at night, and the apes on both sides of the bank; after noon, Yan Ziyao simply had lunch, and then went back to find Jiang Zihan. Jiang Zihan was alone on the bow with his hands behind his back. The skirt of his clothes shook slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Yan Ziyao strode over, leaning on the sail post, and asked comfortably: "What are you thinking?"; "I was thinking, this beautiful mountain and river, if you can What a blessing to know that the heart is shared by everyone." Jiang Zihan has never been a sentimental person, but today, when he is with other people, he has many strange thoughts, maybe it is because he has been alone for a long time; "A thousand gold is easy to get It’s a priceless treasure, and it’s really worth pondering in case of a dilemma.” The scenery on both sides of the strait is regressing like a stream, and Yan Ziyao feels a little dazzled after seeing it for a few times. I really don’t know how Jiang Zihan adapts; The water was spraying, and the boatman was paddling at the other end and humming an old tune. It was originally a flirting song for the water tracker or his daughter, but when it reached Yan Ziyao's ears, it seemed to be full of noise, buzzing and buzzing, which made him dizzy. Dizzy, Yan Ziyao felt extremely uncomfortable, walked away from the support and took two steps, suddenly there were thousands of double images in front of his eyes, and his voice became a little hoarse when he opened his mouth: "Jiang, Jiang Zihan, why...there are two you ?” Jiang Zihan saw that he was a little wobbly even when he was walking, so he subconsciously walked over to support him, and asked with concern: “Are you okay? ";" Nothing, just a little dizzy. "Yan Ziyao actually felt a little uncomfortable when he woke up in the morning, but he just thought it was the drowsiness when he got up in the morning, and didn't pay much attention to it. At this time, he was in the middle of the river and sea. The river wind kept going, and then the discomfort that had been suppressed was released: "Maybe it's because I don't like to take a boat, so I'll be fine if I take a rest. "; brushed away Jiang Zihan's hand that supported him, and staggered into the cabin, Jiang Zihan stood in the same place and looked at his back, ignoring him, the cabin door was not locked, Yan Ziyao pushed the door open and went in, and found the bed After falling down along the way, I felt a lot more comfortable.

The scenery on both sides of the strait seemed to be rewound and never returned. The boatman still hummed a tune to entertain himself, and the wooden oar in his hand creaked in his hands.