Lu Chen walked on the mountain road and gradually climbed higher. The thatched hut behind him and the village at the foot of the mountain gradually became smaller. The stream that flowed through Qingshuitang Village also looked like a long, thin snake.
The tea mountain was very quiet.
There were birds chirping and the sound of the wind, but it was still very quiet.
There were many mountain roads, and from time to time there would be forks in front of him. Lu Chen would occasionally stop and think carefully, then look up at the top of the tea mountain, recalling the direction of the torch that suddenly appeared not long ago, and then continue to walk forward.
About an hour later, he stopped on a mountain road that was close to the top of the mountain. About ten feet in front of him, under a spirit tea tree, there was a withered branch that had fallen. It was charred black, as if it had been burned.
Lu Chen stared at the branch for a moment, then walked over and squatted down beside it. He picked it up and carefully examined it for a moment, then suddenly touched the charred end of the withered branch.
There was still some residual warmth on the branch.
He silently stood up and looked around, at the ground, the grass, and the forest.
There were messy footprints, wild grass that had been stepped on, broken branches, and broken leaves.
The mountain wind blew, and the mountain peak seemed to be a bit chilly.
Lu Chen stood in the same place for a while, then continued to walk forward expressionlessly, towards the back of the tea mountain, in the direction of the west foot of the mountain peak.
…
"Splash!"
A burst of splashing sound suddenly came from the clear water stream, but it startled Lao Yu under the big locust tree. He looked up and saw that the fishing float in the stream was shaking violently. He was startled at first, then overjoyed, and with a cry of surprise, he hurriedly reeled in the line.
But the fishing line was first taut, then suddenly pulled back violently. A strong force suddenly came, and after a muffled sound, the fishing line broke in the middle.
Lao Yu involuntarily took two steps back, his heart sinking. Just as he was about to continue doing something, he saw a black shadow suddenly flash in the depths of the water, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared. There was a burst of ripples on the stream, like wind blowing over the surface of the water, but soon it slowly calmed down. In the clear water, there was no longer any abnormality, it was exactly the same as before.
"Aiya!" The old fisherman growled angrily, stomping his feet and pounding his chest in frustration. At this moment, he suddenly heard a voice behind him. Someone said with a gentle smile, "What a pity. That seems to be a big fish."
Old Yu turned around and saw a young man standing under the large pagoda tree behind him. He was dressed in a long white robe and had delicate features. He held a folding fan in his hand and there was a painting of mountains and rivers drawn on the surface of the fan. Even though it was a hot summer day, he still looked somewhat elegant and otherworldly.
This young man's smile was very gentle, and he was also very good-looking. At first glance, he made people feel very comfortable and pleasing to the eye. After Old Yu saw this young man, his first impression was that this guy seemed to look better than Li Ji from a few days ago.
However, he had never seen this person before. He didn't seem to be from Qingshuitang Village, and Old Yu wasn't someone who was good at socializing. He frowned and turned his head away without a word. He continued to pick up the fishing rod and reel the fishing line.
The young man behind him wasn't in a hurry. He looked at Old Yu with a smile and said after a while, "Old Sir, have you been fishing here for a long time?"
"Oh." Old Yu didn't want to answer, but the young man's attitude was too good. It made him feel a little apologetic, so he subconsciously agreed.
The young man smiled and fanned himself twice. He looked at the sky and said, "Although it's quite uncomfortable on such a hot day, I heard that some fish are different when it's hot and will float to the surface. That's probably what happened just now."
Old Yu was shocked. He turned around to look at him and said, "Is that true?"
The young man smiled and closed his fan. He cupped his hands and said, "I only heard about it. I don't dare to guarantee it."
Old Yu thought about it and nodded. "Alright, I'll continue fishing."
The young man nodded with a smile and didn't say anything. He just stood under the shade of the big locust tree, as if this was a leisurely life.
Old Yu didn't have any aversion to it. After all, the young man didn't disturb him while he was fishing. It was just that when he occasionally looked around, he would suddenly notice that there were more figures in some corners and roads of the village in the distance. Those people's faces seemed a little unfamiliar.
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Unlike Lu Chen, who had nothing to worry about, when the plump Old Ma packed his luggage in the back hall of his small tavern, he found that there seemed to be a lot of things that belonged to him, or rather, he wanted to take with him.
He packed one thing after another and packed one bag after another until even he couldn't stand it anymore. He stared at the pile of luggage in the room and muttered with a depressed expression, "Forget it. If that guy sees this, I'm afraid he'll scold me to death."
He shook his head with a look of regret and pain on his face. He sighed and kicked away a few bags of luggage. He picked up a few more and put them aside. After a while, there were only three bags left in the middle of the room.
After that, Old Ma stopped cleaning up. Instead, he walked to a wall and pushed open a cabinet. Then, his hand groped in the corner for a moment, and a secret door opened.
A bulging bag was lying in this secret compartment. From time to time, there was a slight sound of impact, as if there were many small stones in it. Old Ma carefully lifted the bag with a satisfied expression. He touched it gently with his hand and hugged it hard. Then, he walked back to the middle of the room and stuffed it into the depths of one of the luggage.
After doing this, Old Ma breathed a sigh of relief and showed a satisfied expression. He looked around and was about to leave the room. Suddenly, there were a few clear knocks on the door of the tavern in front of him.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
Accompanying the knocks was the gentle voice of a young man. He seemed to be smiling as he said, "Is anyone there?"
Old Ma turned around and looked at the entrance of the tavern. He didn't know why, but he suddenly frowned.
… …
The sun shone down with thousands of golden rays. It was incomparably hot, but the water of the Dragon Lake behind Tea Mountain was still as calm as a mirror. It was like a beautiful gem embedded in the mountain. When people approached the lake, they would feel a trace of moisture and coolness that was rare in this hot weather.
The mountain was green and the water was blue. The mountain peak was reflected in the water, and the lake and mountains were beautiful.
Between the mountains and rivers, it was a peaceful place. However, at this moment, there was a burst of noise coming from the lakeside. Two figures stood by the lakeside, a man and a woman facing each other.
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