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Early July. within South Korea. In July, in the blue sky, the sun hung like a fireball, and the clouds seemed to be burned by the sun, and disappeared without a trace.
Spring is gone with the falling flowers, and summer is coming with green leaves bouncing around in the warm wind.
The early summer sun shines through the dense branches and leaves, and the ground is covered with sparkling spots the size of copper coins.
The wind is blowing with a slight warmth, sending cuckoo calls from time to time, it is telling us: "Spring has returned."
Green grass, reeds and wild flowers of red, white and purple are steamed by a hot sun high in the sky, and the air is full of sweet and drunken breath.
There is no cloud in the sky, no wind, and a scorching sun overhead, all the trees stand there listlessly and lazily.
In this early summer season, a group of hundreds of people were rushing non-stop under the scorching sun on a mountain path that was overgrown with trees and sparsely populated.
The leader of this group was a middle-aged man with a goatee and a brown scholar's uniform. He had a refined temperament, deep eyes, and wisdom.
Next to him was a young man with a stern face, wearing a strong suit, and holding a long sword. This person was Wang Yue.
Behind Wang Yue were a hundred swordsmen with high martial arts skills.
After more than half a month of trekking, they finally entered South Korea. Now it is the fourth day in South Korea.
The team advanced more than ten miles before stopping to rest in a shady place lined with trees.
"Sir, drink some water." Wang Yue walked up to the scribe and handed him a water bag.
"Thank you Commander Wang. Heh! Ah!" The scribe took a few gulps from the water bag, which relieved the thirst in his throat.
"Commander Wang, where are we now? How far is it from Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea?"
The scribe sat under a big tree, and when the breeze blew in, he asked Wang Yue who was waiting beside him.
"According to me, we should be hundreds of miles away from Xinzheng now, and we can arrive tomorrow at the latest at our current speed."
Wang Yue gave a clear time after careful consideration.
"Oh, is that so? It has been three hours since we set off in the morning. Looking at the sky now, it is almost noon. Commander Wang doesn't know if there is a place to rest nearby. After all, the weather is too hot. It¡¯s easy to go wrong when you¡¯re in a hurry.¡±
The scribe said to Wang Yue.
"That makes sense, I need to ask you to check the map, please wait a moment, sir."
Wang Yue took out a detailed map of South Korea from his pocket, searched it carefully, knew it for a while, and then put it away again.
"Sir, after walking for dozens of miles, you can see Shangdang City, a big city second only to Xinzheng within a hundred miles. Where can we go to stay and wait for the weather to improve before we start." Wang Yue said to the scribe.
"Then let's set off immediately."
Scribe got up from the ground, joined the others, got on his horse, and continued to gallop away thinking about the front.
"Da da da!" The group of them disappeared into the distance like a whirlwind.
Time passed little by little, like a river rushing to the sea, irreversible.
Looking at the water flowing eastward in the morning, watching the sun sinking in the west at dusk.
At sunset, Shangdang City.
Sparse shadows and slanting water, clear and shallow water, dark fragrance floating at moon dusk.
Only then did Wang Yue and his party arrive outside Shangdang City. The main city wall was several feet high, and the walls were all made of bluestone, which looked majestic and majestic. South Korean sergeants are constantly patrolling.
At the gate of the city, there are people and merchants coming and going everywhere, some riding horses, laden with goods, and some pushing unicycles, loaded with grain and commodities.
People come and go, cars are like running water, horses are like dragons, and it looks very prosperous.
Wang Yue and his party didn't look awkward at all during this period. After paying the city entry tax, they slowly entered the city with the flow of people.
When they were walking in the city, they were met with a heat wave, and there were crowds of people talking, talking and bargaining, and it was very noisy.
There are all kinds of goods on both sides of the road, and many people are walking among them, constantly picking out the goods they need, and the people around them are also in an endless stream, moving towards the sides and surroundings from time to time.
There are also various shops on both sides of the main street in this city, including taverns, hotels, romantic places, grain stores, gold and silver jewelry shops, etc., which are as dazzling as stars.Wang Yue followed the scribe closely, and asked him in a low voice: "Sir, what shall we do next?"
"Commander Wang, you arrange people to inform them in the way we did before, and the others follow me to the restaurant called Juxianju, we will live there tonight, just wait for those people to come.
?Depart early tomorrow, and strive to feel Xinzheng at night. "
The scribe also whispered to Wang Yue.
"I see. I'm going to do it."
Wang Yue turned his head, whispered something in the ear of a clever swordsman behind him, and then returned to the scribe.
After the swordsman Wang Yue ordered, he left the team alone, walked into the crowd, turned around three times and disappeared without a trace.
Wang Yue and his party came to a beautifully decorated and very gorgeous restaurant. The carved eaves reflect the sun, and the painted buildings fly with clouds. The green curtains are connected to the Xuan windows at a low level, and the emerald curtains are hung high at the doors. kill drunk eyes, lean on the blue sky
Thousands of clouds and mountains; hooking and chant souls, turning Ruixue and a river of smoke and water. At the Baiping Ferry, you can hear the fisherman cracking his palms; at the beach of Red Polygonum, you can see fishermen hitting oars every time. The green locust tree beside the building sings wild birds, and the green willows in front of the gate are flowers. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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