The Legend of Prince Yong

The sky was hazy and white. However, it seems that after nearly a night's running, the knight on the horse is a little exhausted, and his speed gradually slows down. "Hiss...," the galloping horse seemed to be hair

Now he was happy, he hissed twice, and suddenly ran to the side of the road without the control of the knight on his horse. "Drink," the man on the horse snapped, but it didn't stop the horse from going berserk

。 The monk felt strange, and followed the direction of the crazy horse galloping, and also chased all the way, running half a mile, and suddenly heard the "whoop whoo" in front of him, as if there was a sound of water, and approached one

Look, I saw a stream rushing down from the mountain. By this time, the man on the horse had come down and crouched at the water's edge. The black steed drank enough water to the west and ran to the shore to nibble on its own

The grass on the shore. The monk looked at the man carefully, but this time he saw his face clearly, it was a young man: the man had a handsome face, and he looked very light, but he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. The monk saw the man

Zi's face felt even more familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this person. The young man, who had traveled the mountain road for nearly the night, looked a little tired, and gently leaned against the trunk of a willow tree by the brook, squinting

eyes.

The monk followed the boy all night, and he was a little tired, and the weather was particularly hot at this time, so he said: "Look at this young man's appearance is not a bad person, so there is no need to continue to follow," it is better to do it yourself

Leave. So he walked down the gurgling stream for a while, and washed his hair and face with the stream. The cool stream water is poured on the face, which makes people feel a lot more sober, and the heart is slightly impetuous due to the hot weather

, also settled down. After another half an hour, the sky was already bright, the road became much wider, and the roadside changed from a messy shrub to a man-made willow. Follow the road

Look, a small village stands silently not far away. At this time, the smoke of the cooking stove rose from the village, and the people who came to the village thought that they would start another day's work. Hurry up a few steps and run into the village

After turning around in the village, the Zhuangzi is not very big, except for some simple people, there are no other outsiders. Eventually, in the west of the city, the monk found a dilapidated tavern. Sting into the wine

Pavilion, the monk looked around, and couldn't help but be very curious. It turned out that most of the taverns and inns elsewhere had tables and chairs, with various kinds of tea, and some were offered to the second master of the martial saint Guan, or some were hung

Celebrity calligraphy and painting to increase the atmosphere of books. However, there is an iron gossip hanging at the door of the tavern here, and the furnishings in the house are also wooden stakes for practicing martial arts. The monk sat down at a table near the window

, ordered a few side dishes. Said casually: "Shopkeeper, I don't know where Master Tong Lin of Tongjiabao is?" The shopkeeper thought for a moment and said: "Tong Lin... Don't hide it from the master, let's Tong family

Nine of the ten families in the fort are surnamed Tong, but there is no one named Tong Lin in Tongjiabao!" The monk secretly wondered: "This place is Tongjiabao, and it seems that most of the villagers here are martial arts practitioners

, how can Master Tong be nameless here?" For a while, the monk said: "Shop, the weather is stuffy, I don't know if there is any good tea here?" The shopkeeper replied: "Great

."

Teacher, there is no hope of drinking good tea in this Shanxi territory, I will get some tea casually, and the master will drink some of it!" The monk said: "Since this is the case, thank you very much!"

After a while, the shopkeeper brought over a pot of hot tea, and a large gray porcelain bowl was placed on the table, and a bowl of black tea was poured full. The monk raised the bowl and took a sip, and suddenly felt bitter and unbearable, no

I finally swallowed it in my stomach and didn't lose face in front of the shopkeeper. Seeing the monk's expression, the shopkeeper knew that the other party was not used to drinking this black tea, and laughed softly: "The master is not used to eating us

."

These farmhouse tea!" The monk took a sip of the tea he was holding twice, this time the bitter taste was much lighter, but the taste was still very difficult. The monk shook his head lightly and said, "It's okay."

I can stand it. After saying that, both of them laughed. With this smile, the monk became acquainted with the shopkeeper a lot, and he also took the opportunity to talk.

Several deafening thunderclaps seemed to be heard in my ears, and the sky darkened suddenly, and then the sound of rain on the roof "crackling..." "Da-da-da-da...

"Mixed with the sound of thunder and rain, a few intermittent sounds of horses' hooves came from far and near. After another moment, the sound of horses' hooves stopped, and a sound of footsteps reached the door, and a white figure accompanied the hurried wind

came in. The white figure entered the house, and in a blink of an eye, he saw two people standing by the window, and when he saw the faces of the two clearly, he shouted in surprise: "Master Wenjue!" It just so happened that the two people in the room also turned their heads to the door

It seems that when he saw the person clearly, the monk exclaimed, "Ah... You've arrived at Tongjiabao too!".