Chapter 87 The Hundred Days Period, Bamboo Shoots in the Teahouse
The feeling was similar to the last time, Tai Chi Tu directly passed some news to Su Hanshan.
He can stay in this world for a hundred days, and now there are people and things near this hillside that can help him better understand the realm of the ladder.
Su Hanshan touched it and found that Cui Junshen was still in his arms.
This pair of gloves is very soft when not worn on the hands, like silk material. It is not conspicuous at all when hidden in the arms. It is only the cold touch that makes people realize that they are made of metal.
And several gold pendants he had already held in his hands were missing.
It seems that what you hold in your hand cannot be counted, but what you hold in your arms, can we travel through the world together?
After that, if I buy a loose robe and sew a few more big pockets inside, so that my whole body is stuffed, can I bring more things back?
Su Hanshan jumped up the hillside, preparing to seize the time and go to a high place to observe the nearby situation.
After all, the news given to him this time was that there was someone or something near the hillside "now" who could help him understand the realm of the ladder.
If it refers to a person, and the other person is just passing by and does not stay here for too long, then he may miss it if he searches slowly.
There is a forest on the top of the hillside. The trees are very sparse and I can’t tell what kind they are. However, the trunks are straight and the bark is relatively smooth, showing a kind of blue-gray color. The leaves are the size of a palm.
Su Hanshan entered the forest, found another tallest tree, floated up, kicked hard on the thickest horizontal branch with the soles of his feet, and soared into the air, opening his arms to control the airflow. , rose to a height of nearly six feet before falling.
When he reached the highest point, his field of vision became extremely wide. He rotated and looked around, roughly understanding the surrounding terrain.
This is a wilderness. There is no obvious village for several miles nearby, but there is a tea shed.
The tea shed is located next to the only relatively spacious and flat dirt road. There is a faint smoke rising from the corner of the shed, and two horses are tied outside the door.
"It's probably there."
Su Hanshan fell into the forest, figured out the direction, and headed there.
But as he was walking through the woods, he suddenly noticed that the soil next to a big rock in the forest seemed to have signs of being disturbed.
Su Hanshan's figure turned around, swept over there, and carefully observed around the big stone.
This large stone was originally supposed to be sunk a few inches into the soil. It was probably lifted and put down again. The part that sunk into the ground was not as deep as before, so the root of the large stone could clearly see a different color tone from the upper part.
The person who moved the boulder also deliberately scattered some dead leaves around to cover up the color difference.
It just rained not long ago, and the dead leaves that were scattered were more fluffy than the dead leaves that normally accumulate in the forest. As soon as the rain washed away, they fell softly, revealing the roots of the big stone. Traces of soil being turned.
When Su Hanshan squatted down, he seemed to smell some blood from under the stone roots.
His face moved slightly, his inner strength wrapped around his right palm, he moved his five fingers, pierced into the big stone, raised one arm, and grabbed the stone.
Under the rocks, there is a corpse with gray hair. The limbs are folded, the neck is abnormally tilted to one side, and the body is somewhat deformed from the pressure. Looking at the skin wrinkles, calluses, old scars, etc., it looks like an old farmer.
But looking at the bruises on his neck, it was clear that someone had broken his bones with bare hands, using a strong force and a lot of skill.
Why would a master of this kind of kung fu kill an old farmer and hide the body after killing him?
And he had no outer clothes, only the old and yellowed lining, and even his shoes and socks were taken off...
Su Hanshan immediately thought of the tea shed at the foot of the mountain, and Those two horses should belong to the guests.
He put the boulder aside, flashed his figure, and descended the mountain at full speed.
In the tea shed at the foot of the mountain, the rickety owner of the tea shed was picking up a bowl of salted bamboo shoot slices from the pot. He turned around and walked towards the guests with a pot of tea.
There were two guests, one old and one young. They had just taken off their coir raincoats and bamboo hats, shook off the rainwater, and sat down respectively.
Seeing the hot tea coming, the young man quickly stood up, took it, divided it into two bowls, and poured the tea into it.
"Uncle Zhang, after traveling for such a long time, when you are sweating, you suddenly encounter a rain, and it is easy to catch wind and cold. Drink some hot tea quickly to warm yourself up."
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The old man called Uncle Zhang had silver hair. Although he was dressed in cloth, he was also very neat. His fingers were long and clean, and his face was quite rosy. He just smiled when he heard this. "My health is not that bad."
He took the tea bowl, blew on it, took two sips, and said, "This tea tastes refreshing."
Tea shed owner He smiled and said: "They are all broken tea leaves. Although they are not worth a lot of money, they can quench your thirst. Please try these bamboo shoots."
The young man only drank tea, and then drank another bowl. One bowl, not interested in the bamboo shoots.
Uncle Zhang took a handful of bamboo shoots with his chopsticks and exclaimed: "The fragrance of these bamboo shoots is a bit unique."
The tea shed owner's wrinkled face showed a surprised look: "Your nose is really good, I haven't entered yet." You can feel it in your mouth.”
“This bamboo shoot is a unique skill that I figured out myself.”< br>
The owner of the tea shed said with a smile, "Although it is just salt, water and bamboo shoots, it is actually mixed with a kind of wild vegetable juice. After cooking, the bamboo shoots have no astringent taste in your mouth. They are fresh, sweet, crisp and tender. I can taste the aroma of bamboo shoots.”
Uncle Zhang became interested and said, “I’d like to try it.”
"Wait!"
A figure suddenly appeared outside the tea shed and shouted.
The three people in the tea shed were startled and turned to look.
Who? Shenfa is so fast!
Su Hanshan walked into the tea shed and could tell at a glance which two were guests and which one was the "tea shed owner".
From his clothes, appearance, and gait, the tea shed owner looked like an old man who opened a shed to sell tea after work.
But Su Hanshan had seen the corpse on the mountain, and when he looked at this person again, he could clearly see the flaws.
This man was wearing a pair of straw sandals. It turned out that the old man on the mountain had no shoes or socks to speak of. Although he was not barefoot when he was born, he only had a pair of straw sandals.
As for the tea shed owner in front of me, judging from the thickness of his ankles, it must be quite uncomfortable for his feet to be in straw sandals. I'm afraid he also used some bone-shrinking techniques or something like that. Dress to fit in.
"Sir, what are you..."
The tea shed owner took the initiative and came over.
Su Hanshan waited for him to get closer and suddenly grabbed him in the face.
The grasp was extremely abrupt, with the five fingers spread out, and the fingertips seemed to be pointing towards the person's eyeballs.
The tea shed owner's eyes suddenly changed. He kicked his foot and flew backwards as fast as an arrow, passing all the tables and stools. He turned over and landed on the other side of the tea shed.
Su Hanshan's move was just to force him to reveal himself. When he saw him escaping, he said calmly: "It turns out that an old man selling tea in the mountains also has such good skills."
Seeing this situation, the young man and Uncle Zhang didn't understand.
Especially the young man, his face became quite ugly, and he raised his hand to hold his stomach.
“Don’t worry, there must be nothing wrong with the tea.”
Uncle Zhang looked grave, sighed, and put down his chopsticks, “It’s just this bamboo shoot, I almost fell into his trap. . ”
“Hahaha, who dares to poison the tea in front of the miracle doctor Zhang Shuwei? Only the excuse of mountain bamboo shoots and local specialty wild vegetable juice can deceive you!”
The tea stall owner stood up straight, his straw sandals fell open under his feet, revealing a pair of big feet, his chest was wide, and his coat was stretched out. His voice became loud and thick, and he glanced at the two guests before focusing on Su Hanshan.
“Unexpectedly, I managed to hide it from Lao Jianghu, but was ruined by a brat.”
“Looking at your age and your skills, you are also the person sent by Lin’an Prefecture to find Old Man Zhang. Right."
"Is he a disciple of Shi Miyuan, an old man in his eighties who still refuses to die, or is he a member of the emperor?"
(End of this chapter)