I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 105 Changjing has an old friend

In the fourth year of Mingde, at the end of the first month, Donghe County.

It is less than a hundred miles away from Changjing City, but it has been raining continuously for three days.

Song You also stopped here for three days.

Speaking of the entertainment that Song You has done most in the city since he came down from the mountain, listening to books.

Next to the hotel is Washe, and there are also storytellers.

Listening to books is worthwhile, and you can hear a lot of things, true or false, and you can sit in it for a few pennies for half a day, and you can chat with the storyteller in the middle, especially suitable for Song You who is running out of money now.

Then I heard the storyteller on the stage say:

"If you want to talk about the three martial arts schools with the highest martial arts and the most famous sects in the world, our Yunhe sect in Changjing should be the largest sect in the world. There are countless martial arts sects in Yizhou, and the Xishan sect is the leader among them. It is well-known in the Jianghu, and it is also recognized as one of the three major sects in the world. In the troubled times in the north, the Long Spear Sect stands tall and has countless disciples, so it is also one of them."

This tile house with Goulan is quite elegant, and it is built by the river.

Song You took a seat by the window, drinking tea and listening to a book while looking out the window.

The rain at this time is drizzle, thinner than a hair, but densely packed. The blue river water is like a mirror, and the drizzle is continuous, and there are countless fine frosts.

The voice of the storyteller came into his ears.

A cup of tea, one afternoon.

About an hour later, the storyteller had finished his speech and was collecting the reward from the guest officer, but someone asked: "Sir, you are well-informed, do you know any places to have fun in Changjing?"

Mr. Storyteller looked up, and Song You also looked up, and saw a few people dressed as literati, who must have been to Changjing for the first time, and were left behind in Donghe County by the rain.

These few people did not lose the reward just now, the storyteller dared not neglect, he just said:

"That depends on what kind of fun the officials want to have?"

"It sounds like you really understand, sir?"

"The villain eats this meal..."

The storyteller gave them a folding fan.

"I'm going to ask Mr. for advice."

"I don't dare to ask for advice. When I went to Changjing last year, I heard that Changjing has ten unique skills."

"Which ten unique skills are they?"

The Goulan was bustling with people, many people still went out, but some people stopped in their tracks, wanting to learn more.

Song You also sat there without moving.

There was still a sip left in the teacup.

I saw Mr. Storyteller beating his hands with a folding fan. Even if he was chatting, he still had a bit of an attitude of telling a book: "If you want to say that Changjing is one of the best, the noodles in Yunchun Tower are the best. It is said among the people that it is a dish from the palace. style, but it’s mostly a rumor, because if the dishes flowed out from the palace, the nobles in the palace and His Royal Highness the princess would not ask people to order food from Yunchun Tower.”

"The dignitaries in the palace and His Royal Highness are all going to order food, so the meal will cost a lot of money, right?"

"That depends on how the guest officer eats."

"Oh?"

"The villain has never eaten. But I heard that the cheap table noodles in Yunchun Building cost two or three taels of silver. Silver. If you want to eat the same as the noble princess in the palace, then the villain will not know."

"So expensive?"

"It's really flying in the sky, swimming in the water, running on the ground, and you can catch all kinds of rare objects. Whether it's worth it depends on everyone, anyway, villains can't afford it, and it's all hearsay."

"anything else?"

"The porcelain produced in the Beijing Kiln is a must, the Wanjiang girl in Changjing City is a must, the apricot blossoms on the Changshan Mountain outside the city are a must, the prosperity of the east and west cities and the night market is a must, and the ghost market in the middle of the night is also a must. The incense in Tianhai Temple is a must, the girls in Qinghongyuan in the south and Lihuayuan in the north are also a must, and the tea in Anleguan is a must, and the last one is the housing prices in Changjing City..."

"Isn't this repeated?"

"The guest officer doesn't know..."

"..."

Song You left Washer, walked back with an umbrella.

He remembered these ten musts.

Especially the last trick...

When he was cultivating Taoism on Yinyang Mountain, he really never thought that he would still be embarrassed by the housing price one day.

Almost at the entrance of the inn, she saw a three-coloured cat coming from the opposite side. Naturally, the cat was walking in the rain without an umbrella, and the hair on her body was soaked, but she didn't realize it. She looked left and right, Sometimes I look up at the sky, as if looking at the raindrops in the sky.

Suddenly an umbrella covered her from the rain.

Looking up, it was a Taoist priest.

After a closer look, it was his own Taoist priest.

"Well……"

One person and one cat walked to the inn.

Back in the room, Song You fetched a veil, wrapped her whole body, and wiped her carefully, until her head shook and her hair frizzed, and she almost couldn't recognize her previous appearance.

The Taoist voice was gentle: "Where did Mistress Sanhua go to play?"

"Go shopping."

"Why do you still go out to play when it's raining?"

"You're all out to play."

"I borrowed an umbrella from the shopkeeper."

"It's just raining~"

In a soft and thin voice, speak casually.

Since Song You met her, he had often heard such sentence patterns. He didn't know what the cat was thinking, but he often heard a kind of open-mindedness, which was often touched, and he was also stunned today.

But today, he remembered that heroine again.

Going a hundred miles here is the city of Changjing.

Almost two years have passed in a trance.

He still remembered the agreement that year.

But I don't know if she is still in Changjing.

Song You's wiping movements slowed down, and Sanhua Mao noticed it keenly, so he stared at him curiously.

"Taoist priest……"

"Ok?"

"What do you think?"

"I think the rain might stop tomorrow morning."

"How do you know?"

"Guess."

"You also said you don't know how to tell fortunes!"

"..."

Song You shook his head secretly and continued to wipe.

……

Early the next morning, the rain really stopped.

The Taoist took his horse and cat on the road again.

Today happens to be the first day of February.

Passing this road, it happens to be the west city gate.

From dawn to dusk, when stepping on a small slope, the city of Changjing appeared in front of you.

It was an extremely tall city wall. When it was turned down from a small slope, there was still a distance from it, but the end was still almost invisible to the left and right.The light rain stopped today, but the twilight was extraordinarily thick. Everything in the distance, including the Changjing City, was shrouded in the deep twilight. Looking from a distance, it felt like a dream.

Song You stopped and looked at it without speaking.

Although Changjing was only one of the passing points, it was only a temporary rest and not a destination, but it took him more than two years to come from Yidu.

In the past two years or so, it has really crossed thousands of mountains and rivers.

I once eliminated water demons in Lingbo, watched the Liujiang Conference in Anqing, and fought countless heroes in the Jianghu. Drinking with the mountain gods in hundreds of miles of barren mountains, looking for immortals on Yunding Mountain, and once moored in Jinghu Lake, the stars are all in the water, and the fishing fire is like floating in the sky...

I don't know how many sunrises and sunsets, how many scenery and human feelings.

Thousands of miles of roads converge into paintings, all in the eyes.

A person's life is made up of all the roads he has traveled, all the scenery he has seen, every person he has known, every word he has spoken, every paragraph of text he has read, and every small choice he has made.

Of course, Song You still remembers that he was so grateful for a Jianghu woman's sincere heart for friendship, and made an appointment with her in Changjing.

Now it's finally here.

This is the most prosperous city in the world, the center of the world in this era, the dream of countless people.

It's also time for the appointment.

Looking from a distance, one can only see the city pool in the smog, and only the broad city wall can be seen. People can still see people coming and going nearby, but they can't see clearly in the distance.

Will the heroine be outside the city?
Song You didn't know.

After careful calculation, Miss Wu went straight to Changjing at that time, and Xuzhou was not too far away without detours. Even if she walked slowly and was delayed halfway, she should have arrived here before the end of the spring of the second year of Mingde , it should be early summer at the latest, let alone the end of summer, and now a year and a half has passed since the end of summer in the second year of Mingde.

Song You was not sure whether the heroine was still in Changjing, whether she was okay, or whether what she said at the time was just a whim, and she said impulsively when she was happy, and then came to Changjing, and came here for a few days After a few days or a few months, I feel that it is boring and meaningless, so I give up.

Or the waiting time is too long, and I haven't waited for more than a year, so I feel that I will not come, or I feel that I have come to Changjing and have not looked for her, so I don't come to wait anymore.

Or it was too cold in Changjing during the cold spring, and I didn't want to come out, so I didn't come.

He didn't say he wanted to see her very much.

At the beginning, the two met not long ago, and they didn't have much contact, so it was impossible to talk about a deep friendship.

But Song You really wants to know, in this era of Jianghu, is it true that there are people who come to the West Gate every day for a month because they want to keep a friendship and a rare fate, and even more than 20 people in a row? Come here to wait on the first day of every month.

That in itself is a precious thing.

Song You stood for a long time, and finally took a step.

Go down, also go forward.

There are three or two peach blossoms beside the road.

The city wall is getting closer and bigger, people are coming and going at the gate of the city, cars are like flowing water and horses are like dragons, this Great Yan capital gradually shows its majestic and prosperous side.

There are notices pasted next to the city gate, which are similar to those outside Yidu City. They are generally notices, wanted orders, reward orders and so on.

Many people gathered around to watch.

Among them was a figure, wearing a gray-black winter coat, wrapped up thickly, with loose hair and frizzy hair, also standing in the crowd, looking up at the notice.But soon she found it boring, turned around and paced around the open space a few times, like an idler waiting to pick up a job, but not long after, she kicked up the gravel on the ground again, and kicked it unknowingly. At the feet of officials.

The official scolded her, and she quickly admitted her mistake.

Turning around again, I saw a Taoist, a bay red horse, and a three-coloured cat, covered in dust, looking at her.

Song You looked at her silently, deeply moved.

It turns out that there are really people who will wait for a friend for two years, and come once a month for a certain fate.

The woman also stared at him blankly, full of surprise.

It seems strange, and it seems that I can't believe it.

After all, she is from the rivers and lakes. She grinned and walked over with great strides:
"Daozhang! Long time no see!"

The Taoist also bowed respectfully and respectfully:
"Heroine, long time no see."

It's been two years since the farewell that year.

Peach blossoms do not miss the spring appointment, and the old man has never broken his promise.

This encounter is as rare as it was back then.

(End of this chapter)