Chapter 7 Xishanxing

Since he is going to Xishan, he must prepare the things he carries with him. Liu Jinyin asked the yellow finch to prepare it by himself. He also went out after dinner, saying that he was going to buy some necessary medicine and protective equipment in the mountain.

When the yellow finch thinks of mountain poisonous insects running rampant, he can't help but feel comfortable. He is now an invulnerable body. Colorful centipedes are not afraid. What can poison him?

The yellow finch tidied up some simple clothes, and then wrapped the broken throat and put it in. At least he is now an entry-level swordsman. Naturally, he will never leave his body.

Everything feels that there is nothing missing. The yellow finch checked it again. The stinky boy doesn't care about this. If you ask him to beat people, he is unambiguous, but you ask him to sort out something. I'm sorry, he really doesn't know how to do it.

When everything was full of a bag, the yellow finch called Huang Hailin again and gave him a brief explanation of the situation.

To the surprise of the yellow finch, when he heard that he had received a piece of blood jade, Huang Hailin was not excited and excited as expected. He just said a plain voice, and then explained that the yellow finch listened to Liu Jinyin's arrangements on the way to Xishan.

The yellow finch asked where Huang Hailin was now. Huang Hailin just said that he was having dinner with his friends.

His second uncle has become more and more difficult for the yellow finch to guess, and he has had less time in October Feng recently.

Just after hanging up Huang Hailin's phone, Huang Que's mobile phone rang again. At a glance, it turned out to be from Yang Mei.

When the yellow finch answered, he found that it was the little demon who called him.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The little demon asked.

The yellow finch lit a cigarette and said, "What can you do? Stay in the room."

The little demon was silent for a while, and said softly, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Where else can I go? Go back."

"Do you really want to cultivate yourself into a peerless witch?" Although the yellow finch was joking, it was a little reluctant in his heart. He couldn't help smoking two cigarettes fiercely. At least he had lived and died with the little demon many times. The feelings of this class brother and sister alone were not comparable to ordinary people.

"No matter what others say, I want to practice "Thousands of poisons". What my master left for me and my expectations, I have no reason to disappoint him, right?" The little demon said seriously.

The yellow finch didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he said, "Well, I can only wish you a good trip. If you have time, go back to Qingcheng to play. If you don't invite you, I will definitely treat you to eat and drink."

"Eyebrows are better than you!" The little demon smiled.

"I'm also going to the West Mountain in Jingbei tomorrow." The yellow finch said.

"What are you doing in Xishan?"

The yellow finch took a sip of smoke and said, "What else can I do? Follow Uncle Yin to go out to practice. Didn't my second uncle say that? This October Feng, it depends on me in the future. If I still play every day, won't I be sorry for him?

"Learn your skills, take charge of October Feng, and then make money to marry a daughter-in-law?" The little demon asked, feeling a little guilty.

"Do you want me to get married so early?"

"What does it have to do with me whether you get married or not?" The little demon blushed.

The yellow finch also found that what he had just said was a little ambiguous and silent.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. I'm going to travel tomorrow. Go to bed early, Brother Yellow Sparrow!"

After saying the last two words, the little demon quickly hung up the phone, and his face was already hot. The girl stood in the courtyard, holding her mobile phone tightly, and kept asking herself why she was so nervous when she dialed the phone to this boy. Why did she worry about his future career success? Why did you hang up the phone as soon as you finished talking? Do you really like him?

The little demon is a little confused.

Isn't the 17- or 18-year-old girl the time for her youth to sprout?

And after listening to the affectionate brother, the yellow finch was also excited in his heart. In the martial arts TV series, what's the difference between the brother and sister?

Liu Jinyin didn't come back until after ten o'clock in the evening. He bought a lot of things, a whole big black bag, and the yellow finch picked it up, and there was some weight.

"Uncle Yin, what is this?"

Liu Jinyin gasped and said, "It's a lot. Anyway, it's all used in the mountains. You haven't been out. I don't know the hard work of going out. When Xishan and his party come back, you will understand that the outside world is really not what you think, just the information revealed by the firewood and grass roots. This The next trip to the West Mountain must be very difficult.

After saying that, he told the yellow finch to rest early, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The last time the yellow finch went to Wumutu, it also knew more or less about the hardships of the deep mountains and forests, so it went to bed, while Xiaodi, the tiger and wolf in the mountains, had already been snoring.

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning, it was already a little cold in the autumn morning. The firewood was waiting at the door of October Maple early. Liu Jinyin came out and asked. It turned out that he arrived at five o'clock. Seeing that October Feng hadn't opened the door, he had been waiting.

It is normal for those who do antique pawnshops to open late and close late.

Seeing that the black and white hair of this honest firewood grass root was wet with fog, the yellow finch quickly pulled him into the October maple and poured a cup of hot water.

Everyone was delayed for a while in October Feng. At 6:30 a.m., they went directly to the Qingcheng Railway Station. Xishan, the most famous one is the mountains are high and dangerous, and the traffic is naturally very inconvenient. Therefore, taking a plane is not a matter of advocating or not advocating it, but not at all.

Before going out, Liu Jinyin said hello to Xing should not be. After all, as soon as Liu Jinyin and yellow finch left, there was only one sentence left. Dong Kuiwu was the personal bodyguard beside him. Huang Hailin went wherever he went.

The railway station in Qingcheng is very deserted at this time. There are few people in the waiting hall. There are a lot of people in the square of the railway station. Those are all local tourists in Qingcheng. When they meet people who come to Qingcheng to travel and watch, they can exchange it back to a family to eat and drink.

To go to Xishan this time, you must first go to Pingshan City in Jingbei Province, and then take a shuttle bus from Pingshan City, go directly to Xishan Town, which belongs to Xishan, and then start from the town and go directly to the hinterland of Xishan. It's easy to say, just a few place names, but Liu Jinyin knows very well that these ghost places are economic decline. After that, the traffic is very inconvenient. Everyone says that money is omnipotent, but within the range of Xishan, money is sometimes really not omnipotent.

Huang Que was also a little worried that his broken-throat dagger would pass the security check of the railway station. Knowing that Liu Jinyin's phone call, someone had already helped them carry their bags and entered the station in advance.

At 8:9 a.m., the train to Pingshan City rumbled from Qingcheng City. What makes people laugh is that it is still ordinary fast. Now everyone knows that it is the lowest-end train that stops at sight of the station and likes to stop without a station. Moreover, because of the hurry, sleeper tickets have long been bought. Four Individuals can only sit in ordinary soft seats.

For this kind of treatment, Liu Jinyin was very indifferent, especially the firewood roots. He said that the last time he came to Qingcheng, he didn't even have a place to stand, and he suffoed for 20 hours.

Xiao Di took the train for the first time. He was a little excited and curious. Looking outside the car, he really couldn't figure out how this big guy would leave?

The yellow finch has never been far away. The farthest place he used to go was Umutu. Now I heard that it would take 32 hours to reach Pingshan City, which directly stunned him.

Thirty-two hours, which is equivalent to a day and two nights.

Along the way, Liu Jinyin told the yellow finch a lot about the customs and customs of various places, and learned about the willow furrow ditch in the hometown of firewood roots from the side. From the mouth of the firewood roots, we learned that the willow ditch is located between the hinterland of the West Mountain, in the middle of the two peaks. There are about 70 people in the village, nestling in the mountains all their lives. I haven't seen anything in the world. Usually, the village head buys daily necessities for entering the mountain. Once a month in Xishan Town, he pulls them back with cows and donkeys.

"Isn't that electricity?" The yellow finch asked.

Liu Jinyin smiled and dared to ask nonsense. How can people who have never come out in the city know the other side of the world? In the vast land of China, there are too many isolated villages and villages, and these places, in the mouth of Liu Jinyin, can be called real folk, folk treasures, such places.

So, I haven't seen it. You don't even have room for imagination.

"The villagers don't want to come out?" Liu Jinyin looked at the root of firewood and asked.

The root of firewood and grass shook his head, "If I can't live, who will come out?" It's good in the mountains. There are food, clothes, and you can farm by yourself. Don't be upset.

Liu Jinyin nodded. He saw a touch of pain in the eyes of the firewood roots. Yes, few people in the hinterland of the mountains are willing to come to the colorful big city. They like everything in the mountains, the air, the woods, their own climbing, huts, livestock, self-reliance, and it is not the world. A piece of pure land.

If it weren't for the elderly mother, if it weren't for the weak and sickly wife, if it weren't for the old and ungrown children, how could the firewood and grass roots be willing to give up the most beautiful home in his heart?

Liu Jinyin asked about the antiques in the village mentioned by the firewood grass root. The firewood grass root just said that there was a huge landslide in the mountain before, and a crack in the mountain opened, and these things appeared. However, the bracelet he sold to Liu Jinyin was real and handed down from the ancestors.

"There are ancient tombs in the mountains!" The yellow finch said softly.

Liu Jinyin is quiet, but he has a strong interest in this trip to Xishan.

The train rumbled forward, stopped, stopped, and ate the food on the train. The yellow finch had no appetite, but the firewood and grass roots were relish.

Looking out of the window, it slowly moved away from the city. The yellow finch felt a little tired and slowly closed its eyes.