Seven days later.

Nan Baoyi rolled up the car curtain.

It was drizzling, surrounded by mountains, white fog appeared in the mountains, and the scenery was magnificent.

In the distance, Jianmen Mountain stands in the autumn rain.

The broken place of Jianmen Mountain is cliffs on both sides, with peaks and ridges like swords, and the two walls are like gates, so it is called "Sword Gate". The terrain is dangerous and majestic, and there are also plank roads that cross cliffs, which makes you scary to watch.

The cries of apes came from the depths of the mountains, and the echoes lasted for a long time, making them even more shrill and ferocious, as if a ghost was muttering alone.

The yellow crane hovered in the rainy sky. Although the sky was high, the mountains were even more majestic, which made people worry whether it could fly past the majestic Shu Road.

The road to Shu is difficult, but it is harder than climbing to the blue sky.

It's definitely not a lie.

Nan Baoyi chanted softly: "'The dust and wine marks on the clothes are everywhere, and the distance is full of soul. Is this poet not this body? I rode a donkey into the sword gate in the drizzle."

"This poem is not suitable for Miss Nanwu."

Gu Chongshan was drinking strong wine and his red lips raised.

Nan Baoyi looked at him with bright eyes: "Lu Fangweng sighed in the poem, is he just a poet riding a donkey into the sword gate in his life? I think he probably wants to fight on the battlefield of the Ice Horse and Ice River. And I am not in Jinguan City, and I also want to go to a bigger world, and the sky rises straight to the top of the clouds."

Gu Chongshan shook the wine in the cup.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled and mocked: "The canary in the cage has such small wings. How can he fly over famous mountains and rivers and reach the sky?"

In the corner of the carriage, Xue Mei pulled Xue Qishan's sleeve.

She whispered, "Brother, why can't I understand what they are saying?"

"It's right if I don't understand." Xue Qishan's old god was there, "If I could understand, I would have found a position under my father's account, and it would be necessary to run to such a ghost place with you?"

The carriage walked for a while before slowly stopping.

The eunuch driving said respectfully: "The Lord, the cypress road ahead is steep and the carriage cannot pass."

Gu Chongshan said "yes" lightly.

He walked off the carriage and headed towards Baidao.

Nan Baoyi followed closely behind.

The so-called cypress road is simple and secluded. The ground is covered with bluestone bricks and the sides are covered with thick and majestic pine and cypress, which has a history of hundreds of years.

The birds are so far away that it is hard to tell where they are chirping.

Yu Wei and Tingxin carried a small bag behind Nan Baoyi.

Wei Jiannan handed Nan Baoyi a cane, "You have to walk ten miles before you can get to Jueyuan Temple."

Jueyuan Temple is where they rest.

Nan Baoyi took the cane and thanked happily.

After walking half a mile away, Gu Chongshan looked back.

The little girl jumped around and seemed to like the scenery here very much.

He pursed his red lips and continued to walk forward.

Although Nan Baoyi has been to Jiange County twice, she has no impression of her when she was very young. Now she has passed through such a simple and quiet cypress road, and everything she sees is fresh and does not feel tired at all.

Behind her, Xue Mei was about to cry.

She carried a wide skirt that was dragging the floor, and she would step on the hem of the skirt after walking a few steps, but after walking half a mile, she had already fallen three or five times.

In the end, there was no way. She ordered the servants of the Xue family to set up a stretcher and carry her to Guo Baidao.

Xue Qishan was unwilling to endure hardships, so he sat up on the stretcher.

When passing by Nan Baoyi, Xue Mei mocked her: "Nan Baoyi, please walk slowly, I have to go to Jueyuan Temple first. I heard that the temple is very small and there are only two clean Zen rooms. I am not polite. The best Zen room belongs to me!"

After saying that, he rushed to the front excitedly.

Nan Baoyi didn't care at all.

She likes this place.

Look at the ancient cypress and listen to the birds' chirping. How free it is.

After walking for another two miles, a pottery figurine appeared in front of him.

It is a terracotta figurine with a woman's shape, as big as a real person, standing beside the cypress road. When I suddenly saw it, I thought someone was standing there, and it looked a little scary.

"What is that?"

Nan Baoyi was curious.

Wei Jiannan replied: "Treasure figurines."

"Treasure figurines? What are they for?"

Wei Jiannan shook his head, "What was not before, maybe it was a mark made by the locals."

Yu Wei Dao: "I think it's very much like a jewelry made of baidao."

"It is a commemoration to the mountain god."

I spoke in a divine manner: "There are gods hidden in the mountains. In order to pray for good weather in the local area, I used terracotta figurines to offer sacrifices to the mountain god, which means marrying a wife to the mountain god."

"is that so?"

Nan Baoyi curiously put on the awning and looked into the distance, "But there are many pottery figurines standing in front of you. Can the mountain god marry so many wives in one breath? "

The three of them were silent.

Sometimes, they feel that their ladies have different brains than others.

They walked past Baidao, and not long after, Xiao Yi and others came.

Nan Baozhu and Ning Wanzhou were slowing down behind, while Xiao Yi and Jiang Suihan were walking in front.

Jiang Suihan shook the folding fan and said with a smile: "It's true that my brother from the Xiao family is. He doesn't say hello to me when he comes to Jiange County. It makes me ride a horse halfway, and it takes a lot of effort to catch up."

"I remember that your master is in Jiange County."

"Yes, the old man lives in Jiange County. I'm thinking about coming with you and visiting him."

Jiang Suihan spoke, and there was a little more emotion in his eyes.

I think of him, a doctor of medicine in the 21st century, a beauty blogger, and a master in goods, who traveled to this era and became an orphan who was abandoned at birth. How could he be so miserable?

That snowy night, he was left outside a thatched hut by his biological mother.

The owner of the hut is his master.

His master raised him until he was ten years old and taught him the medical skills of flesh and bones of living dead people, which allowed him to go out to make a living.

Later, he met the Xiao family brother.

Xiao Yi remembered his rough life experience and said lightly: "He has raised you, and he should indeed visit him."

As he spoke, Jiang Suihan suddenly noticed the pottery figurines in front of him.

He was curious: "Brother Xiao, look at what that is?"

"pottery figurine."

"It's so weird to appear here."

The two approached, and the pottery figurine was vividly shaped, with subtle expressions that seemed to be seen between the eyebrows and eyes. In addition, they were the size of a living person, and appeared on this deep and deserted cypress road, which gave people an inexplicable sense of horror.

Jiang Suihan shook the folding fan and suddenly said, "There is still in front."

Walking out of the cypress road, there were more than a dozen pottery figurines.

Jiang Suihan approached and wanted to observe carefully, but was stopped by Xiao Yi.

He said coldly: "The corpse smells smelly."

Jiang Suihan quickly retreated, unable to believe it: "The stinking of the corpse? Can you smell this?!"

After saying that, he patted his head again, "I forgot that your ancestors were born with perfume, and the people in your family all have a very sensitive sense of smell..."

Xiao Yi's face was not very good-looking.

The town at the foot of the mountain looks peaceful and peaceful from a distance.

Just this place...

I'm afraid the water is very deep.

I can't blame Gu Chongshan for coming here.

He walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Suihan turned around: "You two keep up!"

But I saw Nan Baozhu and Ning Wanzhou each holding a pottery figurine, playing happily.

Nan Baozhu even kissed the pottery figurine.

"Well……"

Jiang Suihan decided not to tell them the truth about the terracotta figurines.
Chapter completed!