22 The tall man in Mount Brunn

After smoking, Xiao Chen looked at the few magazines and couldn't help showing a trace of bitterness on his face. Originally, he wanted to play with the group of "hunters" again, but these bullets were not enough to support his idea at all, so he had no choice but to give up reluctantly.

Maybe Xiao Chen is just an ordinary farmer in another village, a fool and scoundrel who has not finished primary school in another village, but his IQ and shrewdness are by no means what ordinary people can speculate and speculate without authorization. Even demons like Zhang Qiuling and Tang Wu can't completely see through him. Maybe he doesn't know the tactics and tactics, but he knows what he needs and what is good for him. At this moment, Xiao Chen already has an idea in his heart, and thirty-six tricks are the best.

Xiao Chen began to run away again and again along the mountains of the Xiaoxing'an Mountains, crossing one mountain after another, crossing one river after another. Time also passed day after day in Xiao Chen's escape, and the white horse did not stop at all.

As the commander of the Shuguang Special Brigade, the blue top leader of the "snake hunting" operation, Ma Changjun's face is getting worse and worse. It has been 23 days, and the advanced thermal energy detection system has not been able to capture the trace of the rattlesnake, let alone his group of special forces.

In the 23rd day, although Xiao Chen was running away, he has been constantly changing his direction. Maybe even he doesn't know where he is in the Xiaoxing'an Mountains at the moment, but Xiao Chen can be sure that the group of "hunters" have not found the slightest chance for him. During this period, he traveled at least 1,500 kilometers, a terrible number.

"Strange." Looking at a river that suddenly appeared not far ahead, Xiao Chen was a little surprised. Although the river was not turbulent, it was definitely not described as small, so Xiao Chen whispered those two words.

After standing by the river and looking for a while, Xiao Chen's face became more and more solemn. This river, which is not seen in any abstract map, has brought him the most thrilling shock, because there was smoke faintly from the river not far away, and several houses were faintly visible, and a wooden bridge swaying on the river.

The ancient road west wind thin horse, small bridge flowing water family. The scenery here is so beautiful that Xiao Chen is doubting whether he is dazzled.

Following the wooden bridge built on the river, Xiao Chen walked to the house, with curiosity and excitement in his eyes. In his more than 20 days of escape, he had never seen a stranger except beasts. Xiao Chen even began to miss the aroma of rice. Although the barbecue was good, it was not what Xiao Chen liked. Another village was in Chengdu. Chengdu is known as the country of heaven, so Xiao Chen is used to eating rice.

When Xiao Chen just walked not far from the house, an old man with a hat came to him. His face was full of traces of wind and rain. The ghost axe knife of the years also carved wrinkles on the old man's face, but even so, the old man's spirit still looks very strong. Although people are old, their eyes are as clear as autumn water, comparable to the stars.

"Young man, this is the center of Mount Brun. It's very dangerous. Why did you appear here?" After coming to Xiao Chen, the old man asked with a smile, with a warm smile on his face, which made people feel close to life.

Blen Mountain? Xiao Chen frowned and looked at the old man and asked, "Is this Mount Blun?"

Looking at the young man whose pupils dilated in an instant, the old man smiled apologetically and said, "Look at me, I'm so confused. Bren Mountain is the little Xing'an Mountains in your mouth, but we mountain people call this mountain Bren. By the way, young man, why did you come here alone?"

Xiao Chen smiled with relief and briefly told the old man about his participation in the exercise. In front of the old man, Xiao Chen could not have any negative emotions and did not want to hide the old man.

"Oh, that's it. I heard from the people who went out of the village that our country was already rich and strong. I didn't expect that I saw a PLA soldier today. Let's go and go to my house for a drink." The old man stroked his black snow-white beard. After saying that, he looked at Xiao Chen and made an invitation.

Xiao Chen happily agreed. Although the two walked side by side on the road, they did not talk, the old man's eyes always looked at Xiao Chen intentionally or unintentionally, which was not noticed even if he was as alert as Xiao Chen.

After following the old man through a row of fences and courtyard walls, he entered the old man's yard. There was a blooming peach blossom in the yard. "April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom." Xiao Chen really knows little about the ancient poetry, but Xiao Chen knew this sentence, because the old man often looked at the peach trees by the peach blossom stream and chanted. These two poems.

Surprised, this idea came to Xiao Chen's heart, and there was also surprise in his eyes. There was such a large area of blooming peach blossoms in this humble place!

Then a simple residence built of wood came into view. This is a house that has been eroded by wind and rain. It is a house that is extremely simple but mysterious. Maybe no one knows how many years this house has existed in this place! Maybe no one knows how this house appeared here.

Houses made of wood have long been extinct in China. Staring at this house, Xiao Chen went into a state of distracted.

"Are you curious?" The old man smiled softly.

Xiao Chen woke up from the shock, turned around slightly, and looked at the old man who was still smiling. Suddenly, he found that the old man's smile seemed to become unfathomable. This feeling was like he fell into the cliff in a dream but didn't know how high the cliff was and what existed under it.

"It's not easy." Xiao Chen smiled and said seemingly plainly, but in fact, his heart was no longer calm, because Xiao Chen remembered the person the old man said to him, a wooden house, a peach blossom.

The old man also smiled. This smile is different from the smile just now, because the old man knew that the young man in front of him already knew his identity. He looked at Xiao Chen and said, "Go in and sit down. After the old friend, I can't neglect it. Otherwise, if I go to Huangquan, I'm afraid that the old drunkard won't like me, which will be troublesome."

After entering the wooden house, the old man let Xiao Chen sit on a rattan chair, and he entered another room.

The rattan on the chair has turned yellow, but Xiao Chen has known that the value of this rattan chair is much more valuable than the leather sofa in the world. Maybe the two can't be compared at all. The rattan chair is a kind of culture and a kind of inheritance. What it represents is really too broad and vast, and it is not the time. Can the vulgar things be compared?

After a while, the old man came out with a black sandalwood box in his hand, put the wooden box on the wooden table next to Xiao Chen, and smiled mysteriously, "Kid, do you know what's in it?"

A familiar feeling suddenly wandered all over his body. Looking at the wooden box on the table, Xiao Chen fell into meditation and shock. How could he forget the scene ten years ago?

"Do you really know who I am?" After looking at the red sandalwood box on the table, Xiao Chen stared at the old man thoughtfully and asked, looking uncertain.

"It's fate to meet. Fifty years ago, I and your grandfather and I met in the Forbidden City. I will do what I promised him. Don't worry, young man, I have guessed who you from the moment you said you were participating in the exercise. Do you really think I'm a seclusion old man?" The old man sat on another rattan chair with a smile and looked at Xiao Chen and said.

The old man did not have a trace of fireworks, nor did he have that kind of reputation in the world. If it hadn't been for the immortals and ghosts in the world, Xiao Chen dared to be sure that the old man must be a master, just like the old man. This old man was also the only existence Xiao Chen saw comparable to the old man, because he It's the old peach blossom old man in the old man's mouth.