C8 (1/2)

Located at the junction of Fujian and Jiangxi, there is a beautiful scenery, picturesque mountains. This was Wu Yi Mountain.

About thirty miles away from the foot of the mountain, there was a small town. It was called Nanping Town.

The town wasn't big, but it was lively. This place was surrounded by mountains, and the mountains were clean and beautiful. The land was fertile, and the people were well-dressed.

The weather in the interior had begun to turn cold in October. However, it was still very hot on the Fujian coast. Coupled with the strong wind, the air was humid all day long.

At noon. The blazing sun was like fire. The people of the town would not go out now. It was a lively scene, where men, women, and children gathered at teahouses, drinking tea and listening to books, or guessing and drinking wine at their three or five good friends restaurants. Life was carefree and unfettered.

”Ta ta ta ta …”

The sound of horses galloping could be heard through the bamboo forest at the intersection to the south of the town. A carriage was approaching the town.

The carriage passed through the center of the town without stopping until it reached the north side. Then, it entered an alley from the left. They arrived in front of a large manor.

The courtyard was extremely large. Two guards with sabers were standing outside the door.

On the door, there was a large signboard with the words ”Zhen Yuan Escort Office” written on it. The words were especially eye-catching.

”Phew …”

The coachman stopped the carriage. The person was in his fifties. He was dressed in black, had a crown on his head, and had a long beard that fluttered in the wind. It was indeed Lin Xuanzi.

Lin Xuanzi got off the carriage, walked up to the shed and lifted the curtain.

”Nan Nan …” ”Come, we're here …”

Then, a boy around nine or ten years old walked out.

”...” Where is this? ”Grandpa …”

the boy asked, head tilted back as he rubbed his eyes.

”Haha …” ”En, let's go in. You'll know soon enough …” Then he took the child by the hand and led him to the door.

Arriving at the door, he cupped his fists towards the two guards. ”May I trouble the two brothers to report to Chief Escort Yang that an old friend has come to visit.”

”Excuse me …” What was his name? How do you recognize my escort? ” One of the guards on the right also clasped his hands in greeting and asked politely.

”Hahahaha …” Lin Xuanzi stroked his long beard. ”Mm. My surname is Lin. Just say that my childhood friend came to visit, and your escort will know …”

”Mm …” The guard hesitated. ”Very well, please wait a moment, sir, while the little one goes to report.” Then he turned and entered the door.

With one hand on his waist, Lin Xuanzi stroked his beard and looked up at the courtyard. His eyes were brimming with joy as he muttered to himself, ”Ai, I didn't want to part after ten years. What a big change …” ”It's really big …” His words were filled with the vicissitudes of life and emotion.

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from inside the door. Lin Xuanzi immediately looked into the door and stepped onto the stairs. He cupped his fists and laughed loudly, ”Oh, how are you, Yang Dazhang!”

A middle-aged man walked out from the door. Thirty-four or so. With thick eyebrows and big eyes, the sky was filled with vigor, and there was a spirit in each of his eyes. He was giving off an imposing aura. He stood there without a hint of anger. It was the ”Zhen Yuan Escort Office”, Yang Zhentian.

Yang Chentian was at a loss when he saw a green robed elder greeting him. He stretched out his right hand and touched his forehead with his left hand, seemingly thinking about something.

The old man was slightly startled, but then he suddenly acted like a child, clapping his hands and laughing at the same time, while singing a little song that others would find hard to understand. ”Tsai Hua, headless, lice growing, lice dropping, crawling all over …”

”You … ”You are...”

Hearing this song, Yang Chentian's eyes lit up as his hands trembled and pointed at the old man in the green robe. He was so excited that he could not speak. He took a step forward and tightly grabbed the old man's hands.

”You are... Are you a knife? ”Are you a knife?” He swallowed, tears in his eyes.