But I looked back and thought about it, if Wu Lin really saw Taoist Buyu, and Taoist Fuyu said that there is such a tomb in Muren Valley.
So this tomb and the tomb in the general sense should not have the same meaning.
If Taoist Buyu deliberately used such a word, it must have a deep meaning.
I asked Wu Lin: "Do you know where Muren Valley is?"
"I know."
As he said that, Wu Lin turned his gaze to me: "You must have no idea what Muren Valley has become now."
"Whatever it has become, it won't turn into a bathing street."
Wu Lin sighed through his nose and ignored me.
But what does that expression of extreme contempt on his face mean?
I didn’t say anything out of the ordinary.
What was he thinking in his mind?
After we got down from the mountain, Wu Lin drove me to Yanshi.
He was not in a hurry to go to Muren Valley.
He first found a pretty good hotel and asked me to take care of myself first.
Then he took me to eat barbecue.
Drink beer.
It's rare to hear the words "eat barbecue and drink beer" from Wu Lin's mouth.
I can't imagine that under his cold and cold skin, there is still such a trace of fireworks.
The hotel where we stayed is located in a local urban village in Yanshi.
Rather than saying it is a village in the city, it is better to say that this is actually a part of the city, because the feasting and entertainment in the village is perfectly connected with the urban area. flooded here There are similar hotels and snack bars everywhere, ranging from high-end doorways to small roadside stall-like shops.
After nightfall, tourists and diners can be seen everywhere in this area, and the excitement in the air makes people feel excited.
I am very uncomfortable with it.
The reason why I know this is a village in the city is because in a dark alley, there is still a boundary monument of the village.
It seems that the boundary monument has been renovated from time to time, but because no one cared about it after the repair, it was covered with It was dusty and already extremely dirty, but it was located in a dark place.
No one would notice it at night when the streets and alleys were illuminated by lights.
It is also worth mentioning that the village faces the city to the north and the mountains to the south.
One side is bustling with activity, while the other side is as desolate and cold as a grassy field.
The huge contrast gives people a very disharmonious feeling.
Ordinary people may not feel such a sense of violation, but because the visual distance of the ghost eye is too long, I inadvertently took in this weird scenery.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then followed Wu Lin out of the house like a dog.
Walking on the brightly lit road, Wu Lin cast his sights on the mountains to the south of the village and said lightly: "It's such a good place."
I also glanced towards the other side of the mountain subconsciously: "It's indeed a good place, at least it's better than this kind of crowded street."
Wu Lin's face darkened, and he didn't speak again.
I remember that a few years ago, Wu Lin's temperament was not so stable, and he always gave people a feeling of schizophrenia.
At that time, I could figure out his thoughts most of the time.
Now that his temperament is stable, no matter what time, there is a lifeless air all over him, but the more he remains unchanged, the less I can see through it.
For now, I always feel that every word Wu Lin says to me seems to have a deep meaning, but you can't guess what the deep meaning is.
But one thing I guessed is that the legendary Yanshi Muren Valley should be near this village.
Wu Lin took me into a small alley.
There was a small barbecue restaurant here.
It had a small entrance and a small store.
There were only three or five small round tables in the whole store.
The owner was about forty years old.
A middle-aged man, when we entered the store, he came over with a sullen face and asked us what we were eating.
After serving us draft beer, he went into the kitchen with a sullen face.
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Except for Wu Lin and me, there were no other waiters or diners in the store.
Although it was deserted, it was also quiet.
Wu Lin took a rag, wiped a table near the corner, and invited me to sit down.
I looked around the environment of the small shop and couldn't help but frown: "I'm afraid a shop like this won't be able to attract customers."
Wu Lin raised his chin towards the kitchen and whispered: "He does not make money by opening a shop.
This shop owner is the least knowledgeable person here, he is also the person with the best craftsmanship, and he is also the richest person in this area."
"He's a man of the trade."
"It used to be, but now people in the industry have forgotten about him."
"He is from Muren Valley" I asked in a low voice.
Wu Lin just stared at the kitchen door silently without saying a word.
I pressed and asked: "Is this store a property of Muren Valley?"
Wu Lin then spoke: "All the stores in this village are the properties of Muren Valley.
This is Muren Valley."
People often say that the people in Muren Valley like to live in a solitary life and rarely have contact with the outside world, but I didn't expect that the so-called Muren Valley is actually such a small village scattered in the middle of the market.
Wu Lin hadn't finished his words yet: "Almost 100% of the people living in this village now are tourists and migrant workers, but all the properties are in the name of one person, and this big landlord is the only one who was born and raised in this village. people."
While he was talking about this, his eyes were fixed on the kitchen door.
According to Wu Lin, the owner of this small shop should be the only descendant of Muren Valley.
Unexpectedly, the Muren Valley that Yanshi established back then would have fallen into such a predicament.
If the current store owner had no heirs, in a few decades, the Muren Valley would no longer exist.
There are really fewer and fewer old aristocratic families in the industry day by day.
Not long after, the shop owner came out with barbecued meat.
He walked like a gust of wind, roared to our table, threw down the iron plate with a clang, and then returned to the kitchen with a sad face.
The exhaust fan in the kitchen was making a loud noise at this time.
The shop owner probably couldn't hear what Wu Lin just said.
At first, when Wu Lin said he wanted to take me to eat barbecue, I thought he was eating skewers.
Unexpectedly, the iron plate on the table contained a whole roasted lamb leg, along with some roasted potatoes and roasted onions.
The potatoes were all unpeeled.
After being roasted by the fire, the skins burst, and black ashes could still be seen on the skins.
The iron plates used in the store were genuine, but now they were baked black and there was no trace of rust on them.
This rough food actually exudes an extremely rich aroma, as well as a ruggedness like a northwest hero.
Wu Lin pulled out a knife from the lamb leg and handed it to me.
He also picked up a knife and said, "Try it.
I ate it once last month and it tasted quite good.
I will eat potatoes later and wait for the lamb."
The oil and soup from the legs will flow out, and you can eat them with potatoes and green onions."
The knife pierced into the lamb's leg was actually a sharp dagger two fingers wide.
I sliced a piece of skinned meat and tasted it.
The taste cannot be said to be particularly delicate, but it gives people a very thick feeling.
The ratio of fat and lean meat is not even, but the aroma coming out of the shredded meat makes people linger. .
"It's interesting."
I gave a short compliment, threw off my arms and ate a big meal.
In fact, it stands to reason that since we are coming to Muren Valley, and the store owner is the only descendant of Muren Valley, we should go up and have a chat with him, but Wu Lin never had any intention of getting close to him.
I didn’t think much about it and just focused on eating.
Wu Lin didn't go out of his way to get close to the other party, so he naturally had his own reasons.
After a while, the owner placed half a pair of lamb ribs on our table.
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By this time, the noise in the kitchen had stopped.
Then the shop owner sat behind the counter, staring at me intently, his expression still sad, as if someone owed him eight hundred ounces of money.
There are actually people in the world who look more miserable than me.
I really learned a lot.
Wu Lin was only focused on eating and had no intention of talking to him, so I deliberately lowered my head and did not meet the shop owner's gaze.
But this person didn’t know if he had taken the wrong medicine or something, but he just stared at me.
I have gold letters on my face It wasn't until Wu Lin and I stuffed most of the lamb leg into our stomachs that the shop owner came over in a hurry.
When he got up and came over, I noticed that Wu Lin curled his lips as if he was smiling.
"I heard that you are very accomplished in Jiqiao."
The shop owner sat down in front of me and said in a loud voice.
His tone sounded a bit provocative.
This guy has bad intentions.
I glanced at Wu Lin, and Wu Lin puffed up his chest and introduced to the shop owner: "Chen Ruofei, known as the second master of Bohai Bay, is the current leader of the Lao Chen family.
In terms of skill and skill, he is a master among masters. " When Wu Lin said the word "Master" for the first time, the shop owner's face was already ugly.
The "Master of Masters" he corrected next made the shop owner even more angry, but he just There was anger on his face, but he didn't express it directly.
By the way, why are you so angry at me?
I neither boasted nor said that your Murengu's ingenuity was poor.
What's the matter with you?
I thought so in my mind, and glanced hard at Wu Lin twice, silently asking him what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, and why did this store owner hate me so much?
And from the looks of it, Wu Lin should have known this boss early in the morning and told him in advance that I was coming today.
Since Wu Lin had arranged all these things in advance, why didn't he tell me?
I was not prepared at all.
Now I don't know how to deal with the store owner's unknown anger.
But Wu Lin, on the other hand, turned his head and ignored me.
I had no choice but to respond to the store owner in as kind a tone as possible: "I also got the inheritance of the entire Lu Ban book by chance, but for now, I still belong to the half-theoretical school.
I know There are a lot of things, but there are not many things that I arrange by hand, and my workmanship is really average. " Maybe it was because I did have a better attitude, but the store owner’s expression finally softened a little: “You said you got all the inheritance in Lu Ban’s book”: