Chapter 11

a cup of tea has passed, a stick of incense has passed, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

The cold rain in late autumn dripped all over his body along his disordered hair and washed away the dust and sweat.

With a gust of cold wind blowing, he could not help but shiver, the ups and downs of his eyelids, exposed that he was forcibly sensing aura.

The feeling in the rain is different, even if the ears do not listen to can not do, let alone calm?

He had no clue in his heart extremely irritable, even the cold rain can not be quenched.

Try to suppress the idea of shouting, and finally only become hoarse choking.

Without taking care of the water and mud in the grass, he lay on his back and grasped the weeds on the ground with both hands.

Let the rain hit his face and tried to open his eyes to the black sky. But except for the nearby rain, there was only one black one.

Tears could not help but flow out, mixed with the rain, sliding across the cheek, and flowing on the ground.

I think that wandering between life and death is the greatest pain.

Now I find that I can't practice the pithy formula, even more unbearable.

Mao's soul palpitation has been unable to take into account, suppressed in the heart for many years of depression burst out.

Although the previous hardships, although threatened by life and death, but because of the contact with ordinary people, but did not feel anything wrong, living old, sick, disabled and dead, but now feel very unfair.

His pain did not let the rain to ease, but the passing of darkness, gradually let him stop tears, the day gradually light, the rain did not stop.

The Taoist priest, who was as clean as yesterday, got up and didn't look at Yi Heng. The mud on the road didn't affect his feet. If you look closely, you can see that his feet are stepping on the air.

Yi Heng didn't dare to hesitate, so he got up in a hurry and carried a basket on his back. He didn't have time to take care of the yellow mud all over his body. He let the rain drench his body. He watched the Taoist who was drifting away and followed him up.

The village nearest to the king's capital is called Dawang village, which is much larger than other villages because it is only 300 miles away from Wangdu.

Hundreds of families gathered in the village, and the road leading to Wangdu divided the village in two.

Like all villages, Dawang village is mainly engaged in farming for a living. The only advantage is that it is hard to avoid the majesty of the royal capital, and most mountain bandits dare not make a move here.

There are several teahouses on the side of the road, which can give passers-by a break and stay. However, the continuous war in recent years has not affected Dawang village much, but there are many fewer passers-by.

So now there is only one teahouse on the side of the road that is still operating, and there is only one waiter sitting by the tea stove to make tea.

The tea shed was empty, and the autumn wind made the tarpaulin on the top whistling, and the word "tea" on the bamboo pole on the roadside was already worn out and invisible.

It was midday, and the man dozed off.

"Man, have the best hot tea."

"OK!" The clerk wakes up with a start. Before observing the guests, he is used to answering.

When he bowed his head and fanned the fire, he looked at the visitors with his spare light.

A Taoist in a blue Taoist costume, slightly thin body, slightly white face, thin lips slightly closed, long eyebrows raised, occasionally slightly open eyes, side look dare not let people look directly.

"The Taoist priest is very fierce," said the waiter, who has been in the teahouse for many years. He has seen a lot of passers-by and is confident in his own eyes. He can roughly guess the identity of the guests by looking at them before.

But this time he only knew that the Taoist priest had to treat him well.

When the man thought of this, another person came into the teahouse. He looked up and was shocked.

A man of more than five feet is naked, barefoot, dishevelled hair and scarred face. His facial features are not obvious. He is staring at the Taoist priest, but his eyes are not strict. What kind of feeling does he have?

"A sad feeling."

The man thought to himself, if it wasn't for the man's bare hands and his sad eyes, he would have yelled "the mountain bandit is coming.".

"Who are these two people?" The man was depressed, and the later man did not speak and sat down on the empty table which was two tables away from the Taoist priest.

"Where's the tea, man?"

The low voice from the Taoist's mouth made the man have a kind of pressure to obey.

"Here we are," the waiter came to the Taoist priest with the teapot, picked up the tea bowl on the table, wiped it with a white cloth, and then filled the steaming tea.

"Taoist priest, there is no good tea here. I can only quench my thirst."

The Taoist didn't answer the question. He took a sip of the tea with his hand. Facing the eyes of the waiter, he took another sip, but there was no comment.

Although he didn't get praise, he didn't disappoint the Taoist. He was relieved.

"Man, here's a bowl."

The hoarse voice sounded, and then the man reflected that there was another person.

"Here we are, my guest, you are neglected!"As he apologized, he poured the tea. He could not bear to drink it. Fortunately, the tea was not very hot. Otherwise, the man would feel better.

"Another bowl," he said to the man, wiping the tea from his mouth, taking back his gaze at the Taoist priest.

Man, I found that the scars on the man's body, the scars on his face were heavy one by one, crisscross without chapter.

Some of them are smooth and neat like a knife wound, some are rough and uneven like claw marks, and their eyes are calm and fierce, but they are suffocating by the scars alone.

He quickly suppressed his shaking hands and poured tea again. "This man can't be provoked." Man thought.

They are Yi Heng and Xu Xianshi.

That rainy night has been more than half a month, God knows how these days Yi Heng survived.

It's just that when it rains and when it's sunny, with the body and will that I've been fighting on the edge of life and death all the year round, I can survive.

The key point is that there is no food to eat for a long time.

Sometimes, when the Taoist priest is resting, he can go to the roadside forest to find some wild fruits. However, Taoists rest at night. In the dark forest, don't mention looking for wild fruits. It's good if you don't get lost.

Later, he was too lazy to look for anything he could eat in the grass on the roadside. As long as he could fill his stomach, the Taoist didn't seem to have anything to eat. Was it possible that he was not afraid of hunger? So he worked on it, thinking that he would survive the Taoist priest.

It never occurred to me that the Taoist really didn't eat anything, and he was still in high spirits every day.

It's hard for him. These days, it's almost night to dig some grass roots and find some water to drink.

So it's impossible to look at the Taoist priest's eyes without complaining, but I dare not say anything.

Of course, the guy didn't know this. He thought that the mountain bandit was going to rob the Taoist priest. He was worried about the Taoist priest secretly.

"Man, there are carriages in the village."

The Taoist didn't seem to know his own situation, let alone the worry of the man, and asked.

"There are some. There is only one carriage in the village, which belongs to the landlords of Wu. His family is very easy to find. If you go along the village road from here, you will see the house of landlords Wu when you see the Huihong courtyard," the clerk said quickly.

After hearing this, the Taoist priest put down the tea bowl he had just had two sips, and then he got up and walked along the road guided by the assistant. As for the tea money? It seems that I don't know how to pay for the tea.

Yi Heng sees this, and suddenly drinks the tea in the bowl, and follows the Taoist priest to leave. He also seems to have forgotten the tea money.

Seeing the two men leave, the man felt relieved. He didn't see anyone. He forgot about the tea money just now.