I didn't intend to be a Fairy

There are a few cumulus clouds floating in the blue sky, the sun burns your scalp, and the cicadas are much hoarse than in early summer.

In front is Cuiyun Corridor.

Song You strode forward and looked up.

A small path that can only be passed by one person is winding, with fields on one side and soil on the other, leading to an official road covered by ancient cypresses for thousands of years.

Cypresses are ancient cypresses, and roads are ancient roads. They will not become history until many years later. Even in this era, they are already thousands of years old.

This road is called Jinyang Road, which was built in the Yu Dynasty to open up the road from Yizhou to Guanzhong Plain. The ancients had the habit of planting trees by the side of the road. The purpose was to mark the direction of the road to people. When people saw trees on both sides, they would not go astray. It was also from the Yu Dynasty that the government planted cypress trees on both sides of Jinyang Road. At its largest scale, there were hundreds of thousands of cypress trees on Jinyang Road. From a distance, it looked like a long corridor shrouded in emerald clouds.

Therefore, it is also called Cuiyun Corridor.

After walking a few more steps, and walking in front of Cuiyun Corridor, I could see it more clearly.

It is the summer and autumn season, and the ancient cypresses present a unique gray-blue color. No one has pruned them for thousands of years, and the branches grow freely and intertwine wildly. The lush leaves can only barely pass through the sunlight, and the road is speckled and dark.

The road below is paved with stone slabs, which is not smooth. The height of each stone slab seems to be different, and the paving is not tight, and there are often gaps and potholes.

Song You stopped and looked back.

After walking for a long time, the familiar mountain and the familiar Taoist temple were no longer visible.

Song You was still staring, with a peaceful expression.

I had a talk with Master yesterday, and this morning I packed my luggage, bid farewell to Master and the old starlings in the temple, packed lightly, walked forty miles in half a day, and finally came to this well-known avenue.

But where should we go?

Master didn't tell him, and he didn't know either.

"..."

After a long time, Song You looked away.

Or move on.

After a few steps, I stepped onto the Cuiyun Corridor, the soles of my feet quickly became hard to the touch, and most of the sunlight was blocked.

Song You didn't look back, and walked forward firmly and steadily, just paying attention to the roadside scenery all the time.

The role of this road in this era is no less than that of the highways of later generations. It connected Yizhou and the Guanzhong Plain together. Dilapidated.

Even so, it is still an important traffic artery in this era.

Song You carefully felt this ancient road and felt the real picture on the Cuiyun Corridor in this era.

Sometimes the mule bells jingled, and a caravan passed by him. Under the cypress trees, light and shadow intertwined, and the two sides looked at each other. From time to time, I heard the sound of horseshoes from far to near, with a sense of rhythm unique to this era, and the government postman whipped his horse and galloped past.

Sometimes I also run into a porter.

This is the only thing Song You can catch up with and surpass.

The porters in Yizhou are often thin and skinny, with dark bodies, carrying loads that even a strong man can't bear, holding bamboo and wooden sticks, and walking silently with their heads down exhausted all their strength. Take care of the things around you?

Fortunately, there are ancient cypresses for shade.

No one dared to cut down this ancient cypress.

Since the previous dynasty, the imperial court has officially legislated to protect the ancient cypresses, and the army and the people are forbidden to cut them down. When the state officials leave their posts, they must count and hand over the ancient cypresses to the successor officials.

It is rumored that in this steep mountain, on the Cuiyun corridor built in the Yu Dynasty, among the lush ancient cypresses, there are often people who are too old to become mature, and even a businessman travels at night and hears the old tree beside him talking to him .

you do not say--

These trees have been here for more than 1,200 years to provide shade and shelter from the rain. How many people have walked by them? It's just that I can learn to speak when I'm afraid.

Song You really wanted to hear them talk to him.

Unfortunately not.

This road alone is destined to be silent.

I don't know how long I have been doing this, but I have passed four mounds by the roadside, and I have walked another twenty miles. I found the sun between the branches and leaves of the ancient cypress, and it was obviously tilted a little towards the west.

Song You was a little tired.

I saw an ancient cypress in front of me. I am afraid that several people can hug it. The arc of the trunk is just right to lean on. The ground under the tree is clean. I think people often rest here.

Song You didn't pay much attention, so he walked over and sat down.

Eat a pancake and drink some water.

At first, there were still some things on his mind, and people kept passing by him, and he raised his head to meet the faces of this era, and there was always a wonderful sense of encounter. When he felt sleepy, Song You had no intention of fighting it at all. He packed his bags, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of cicadas doesn't disturb people, it just lulls people to sleep.

During the lunch break, the sun slanted to the west, sometimes there were tree shadows in front of my eyes, and sometimes there was light, and I could feel it even with my eyes closed.

When I woke up in a daze, I saw a group of little people jumping around among the branches, playing non-stop.

Every little person is only as tall as a palm, slender, beautiful, wearing colorful costumes, male and female, playing carefree. But when I stretched out my hands and rubbed my eyes to look carefully, I suddenly realized that there were only three or five tits.

"Ah……"

Song You finally smiled and gradually came to his senses.

Looking up at the sky again, I saw a few cumulus clouds gathered in the sky at some time, forming a large cumulus congestus, which was so thick that it covered the sky, so there was a dark shadow at the bottom.

The direction is on the road ahead.

I'm afraid it's going to rain next--

Most cumulus clouds do not bring rain and snow, but appear mostly on sunny days, which is a symbol of good weather, but when they become cumulus congestus, they may bring short-term heavy rain, depending on the temperature and airflow changes, and may develop into more ferocious cumulonimbus clouds.

It didn't matter to Song You, he took his bags and continued to set off.

Both travel and travel, whether it is sunny or rainy, are all experiences, good or bad are all experiences.

Sure enough, after walking for a few miles, the cloud base of the cumulus congestus ahead became darker and darker. When Song You stood still and looked up, he saw rain pouring down, connecting the sky and the earth in an instant.

The cloud is still coming this way.

"..."

Song You hesitated for a while, and chose to turn back.

There is a pavilion one mile behind, which is divided into left and right. I don't know which dynasty it was built in. Although it is dilapidated now, it can't shelter from the wind, and it can hardly keep out the rain.

When we got to the pavilion, the rain had just arrived.

According to the road sign seen on the road before, this pavilion was originally sold by someone, but Song You did not see the tea seller or anyone, only a pile of dry firewood was piled up in the pavilion, and there were burnt firewood on the ground. trace. He was the only one who came here to take shelter from the rain.

Song You calmly chose a pavilion with a better ceiling, sat down on the spot, and began to watch the rain.

When the rain first came, it was still a little gentle. It only exploded on the dry ground, and the water droplets were wrapped in the dust. Unexpectedly, it became bigger in the blink of an eye, and the ears were full of the sound of piercing the forest and beating leaves. Dense water splashes bloomed on the slate, completely soaking the slate, and the soil was also thoroughly wet.

The strong smell of dust almost hits the face.

This square of heaven and earth gradually became moist, all the colors in the mountains became much cleaner, the sound of cicadas also stopped, and only the sound of rain remained on the mountain road.

Drizzling, crackling, calming.

About half an hour later, the sky was getting later and later, but the rain had no intention of stopping at all. Looking at it like this, I don't know how long it will take. The lunch break itself wasted a lot of time, so even if the rain stops now, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the next stop.

Thinking so, Song You broke away from the state of watching the rain and listening to the rain, and turned his head to look at the half pile of dry firewood in the corner and the fire marks on the ground.

People from Jianghu should spend the night here.

It will be two days before the beginning of autumn, but it is not cold this day. Even if it is cooler in the mountains, it is not uncommon to spend the night here.

Song You calmed down and simply closed his eyes.

When the heavy rain falls, everything grows.

The aura in the mountains is also a bit thicker.

It wasn't until dark that the rain stopped.

Song You got up and picked up some dry firewood, put them in a pile, and took a wooden branch in his hand.

"The wind dies down and the fire rises."

The wind running through the pavilion stopped for a moment.

Then there was a soft sound——

"Top!"

A handful of orange flames ignited from the wooden branch in his hand, which looked no different from ordinary fire. Song You also only used it as ordinary fire, hanging down the wooden branches into the dry wood, keeping it still for a moment, and then slowly lit the dry wood.

"call……"

The wind picked up again, and the rain slanted in, and the edge of the pavilion was already soaked.

The fire made a crackling sound, and the temperature spread to Song You's body. His body was warm, and his face was a little hot, but he just continued to sit cross-legged, staring at the blazing fire, as if there was an extremely beautiful hidden inside. thing.

Sometimes he thinks about future travel plans.

But it is destined to be impossible to think of.

Since he came to this world, he grew up in the Taoist temple and depended on his master. He left quite a few times, but the places he traveled were limited. Besides, he has little vision and interest in this world, lack of understanding and motivation, so it is naturally difficult to make a detailed plan.

Sometimes he thinks about the past.

Some pictures came out of my mind uncontrollably.

But most of the time, he didn't think about anything, just watched the fire burning, felt the temperature, his brain gradually emptied, and a sense of security and comfort deeply hidden in his genes made his heart more peaceful.

As the rain subsided, so did the sound of the rain, and the mountain became quiet for a while, but the most obvious thing was the sound of the fire burning in front of us.

Chaotic mountains and rainy nights, lonely fire and strangers.

When I think about how far and how long I will travel alone in the future, and how many nights like this there will be, I feel a sense of loneliness in my heart.

It's hard to even think about it.

I don't know how long it took, there was a faint sound of hooves.

Song You looked away from the fire, turned to look in the direction he came from, there was a group of merchants coming in the rain in the middle of the night.

The livestock are mainly horses and mules, carrying extremely large packages of goods, which should be tea leaves. There were a dozen or so people, and they brought two bodyguards with them. It can be seen that the pedestrians must have come from a relatively remote place, and this section of Guanma Avenue is relatively safe.

Before the person arrived, he heard the voice first.

"I can't walk, I should have passed that section, there is a pavilion in front, I will stay here for one night tonight."

"I'm afraid we'll have to go a little further!"

"There's no shelter from the rain ahead."

"There's someone up ahead!"

"It's burning..."

Song You was still sitting, watching the group of people approaching.

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