Traveling from south to north to sea, there are many endless stories, and middle-aged scholars, some of whom have excellent mung bean soup, and tireless hands who work hard to write books.

The eyebrows flew and danced, and they never got tired of it, and all of them never escaped Zhang Fan's eyes.

Gradually, his expression became solemn, as if he had been pulled out of a few days of thinking hard and having no clue, a flash of bright color flashed in his eyes, as if he had understood, but he couldn't really catch it.

In the past, I said that I dreamed of my grandmother, in order to enter the Tao with dreams, dressed up as an old beggar, cooked porridge for dreams, and gained understanding from the dreams of all living beings.

This kind of action is similar to what this middle-aged scholar did, but the difference is that Grandma Meng is a powerful immortal cultivator, but this scholar is just a scholar.

Zhang Fan didn't bother him, and quietly shared the strange stories from the mouths of the passing merchants.

When people come, they listen to the records, and after they go, they read and embellish, and the scholar's words are busy and fulfilling, which complements each other with this business and this lampstand.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, and the sunset in the sky, like after a costume song and dance, faded its colorful makeup.

The middle-aged scholar still had no intention of leaving, but poured in a pot of mung beans and boiled it again.

In the distance, the faintly visible outline of the city slowly blurred and calmed down, as if a giant beast was sleeping soundly, only the smoke curled up, like a giant beast breathing, marking its existence. ，

"It's getting late, aren't you going back?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan spoke without warning.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that this young man, who had been sitting for a day, suddenly started talking to him. Looking left and right, he subconsciously asked, "Are you talking to me?"

immediately reacted, bowed again and again, and said apologetically: "Brother Tai, forgive me, it's rude." ”

"It's getting late, the ancient roads are dangerous, and it's getting more and more difficult to travel at night, I'm afraid there won't be a caravan coming, why don't you go back and rest?"

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently and then asked.

"Alas~"

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said compassionately: "There are also greedy pedestrians at night, the world is difficult, and there are many people who fight for their lives, so brother Tai can wait and see." ”

"Besides, what are you going to do when you go back?" the scholar smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "There is still an old servant at home who guards the door, but there is no need to remember it, and it makes no difference whether he goes back or not." ”

The scholar was optimistic. ”

Zhang Fan nodded secretly when he heard this, there is still an old servant in the family, it is better to say that there is only one old servant, no wife and children, and one is alone.

On this ancient tea horse road and lanternstand, scholars may be able to immerse themselves in the excitement of others from the countless stories of the ups and downs of sentient beings, which is better than returning home, alone, and more and more lonely.

As if these two exchanges made the middle-aged scholar feel close, he handed over a bowl of mung bean soup and said, "Brother Tai said that he would not move or eat, if he didn't dislike it, he would put it on first." ”

Zhang Fan glanced at it, but saw that there were a lot of mung beans in this bowl of mung bean soup, and it looked a little dry, as if they had been specially fished.

"Aren't you afraid that I won't have a story to tell you?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, didn't take it, just asked with a smile.

"Haha~ I don't want you to talk about it, and eat it, I'll tell you. ”

The middle-aged scholar laughed, put the mung bean soup in front of Zhang Fan, and cleared his throat, but he told the story of the name of the lampstand.

Xu is the name of this place is also a scholar, the middle-aged scholar seems extraordinarily excited, the detailed name of the place falls outside the Sun Mountain, the merchant to make a living, and finally all the way down to the kind of dark room, a light of hope and light......

"Beacon...... Beacon ......"

As if he was really immersed in the story, he muttered and repeated it a few times, Zhang Fan felt as if he had grasped something, and he was one step closer to the previous feeling, leaving only a thin film to block it, and he could suddenly open up at any time and understand the future.

"Ahem, it's really dark. ”

The middle-aged scholar coughed, endured the smoke, took out a fire from under the pot and put it in his hand, and then turned out an oil lamp with a lampshade, approached and lit it.

Looking at his movements, Zhang Fan thought that the scholar wanted to light the oil lamp and read the book, but he never thought that after the oil lamp was lit, the scholar tiptoed and hung it on a dead branch on one side.

Hazy, the light of the oil lamp spreads out, spreads on the ground, and fades into a dim yellow, like the bright moon shrouded in smoke and dust, reflected down.

A lamp is like a bean, blown by the mountain breeze from time to time, this light rises and falls, swaying from side to side, and even the flame of the lamp inside is also blazing or volatile, bright or dark, as if thousands of changes are in it.

After doing this, the scholar found that Zhang Fan had been watching his actions, and the strange thing was that on his face that was reflected in the light, his eyes were faintly straight, and there was ecstasy in it.

The scholar has been in contact with merchants from all over the world for many years, and he can be regarded as knowledgeable and unique, and when he saw this, his heart was excited, and he secretly said: "Shouldn't it be hysteria?"

"Brother, brother?"

Although the scholar was furious in his heart, he still took two steps closer, stretched out his hand and waved in front of Zhang Fan, and he didn't dare to call loudly, like calling the soul, for fear that the voice would be dispersed as soon as the voice was loud.

"Scholar, why are you hanging this lamp?"

Just when the wind was blowing, the oil lamp was swinging, Zhang Fan's face was surrounded by shadows, and he couldn't see it really, and the middle-aged scholar just vaguely felt that the voice was fluttering in his ears, more like a dream.

"The light leads the way, and the name of this station is not the road. ”

The scholar subconsciously said, seeing that Zhang Fan didn't react, he didn't know how to do it, as if an invisible breath induced him, and he just felt that it was uncomfortable if he didn't say the words in his heart thoroughly.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged scholar continued: "The night is cold and dewy, and there are more passers-by. ”

"If at that time, I can look up at this lamp, and know that the lampstand is not far away, there is a hope, there is a guide, the heart is self-sufficient, and I am brave and can fight, I don't know how many people can be saved. ”

"It's just a waste of lamp oil money, and it is self-evident which is more important than human life. ”

poured out the words in his heart in one breath, and the middle-aged scholar breathed a sigh of relief, still feeling weird, and suddenly his eyes flickered, but when he saw Zhang Fan's abrupt long body standing up, as if he had been stimulated by something, he suddenly understood.

"Beacon, hope!"

"Fire, light!"

"I see, I see, I ...... so"

Zhang Fan muttered in his mouth, with a thousand thoughts in his heart, only to feel that he suddenly became clear, how to go ahead, and there was no more fog.

When human beings first came into contact with fire, they were all frightened and frightened, and later, gathering wood for bonfires became the only warmth in the long night, the only safety, the light in the dark night, and the hope for the future.

Suddenly, the ghost looked to the other side of the mountain, where the town was.

As the saying goes, when heaven and earth borrow together, just when Zhang Fan looked back, as if he had made an appointment, in the town, a little spark emerged, and gradually became a prairie fire.

First there were one or two lights, then ten, then 100 ...... Eventually, it swept out and spread throughout the town.

"10,000~Home~Lights~Fire~"

One word at a time, the scene in front of him is just an ordinary scene, but at this time, here, Zhang Fan's eyes are as straight as heaven's will.

As if the light of the lights of thousands of homes was far away here, as if with the warmth of the flames, Zhang Fan only felt that his body was warm, and everywhere in his body was eager to try, as if something was calling him in the lights of ten thousand homes.

"Light and hope!"

"The lights of ten thousand homes have pinned all the hopes of ten thousand families. ”

"In people's hearts, there is also a round of red words, the light is the fire of the heart, and the fire of hope is the sun in the heart. ”

......

Countless thoughts flashed, just like the brilliant lights of the whole city, the road ahead of Yuanying was also bright, Zhang Fan only felt that his heart was happy, and he had the pleasure of howling.

"Brother, brother, are you okay?"

The middle-aged scholar didn't feel Zhang Fan's feelings, in his opinion, it was just an ordinary night scene, what was worth paying attention to, he could see it every day.

"Nothing!"

"I'm fine, I've never had a better time. ”

In the past year, I have traveled to many places and seen a lot, but I have only exchanged a stomach of depression and confusion, and finally today, it is clear on this lampstand.

"A beacon, a beacon!"

"It's Zhang's guiding light!"

Zhang Fan laughed, turned around, and stared at the middle-aged scholar thoughtfully.

"Ahem, cough~~ If Brother Tai is fine, I will leave. ”

The scholar thought about it, but still felt that something was wrong with the person in front of him, so he wanted to pack up his things and go, but when he was tidying up, he hesitated for a while, and finally did not remove the oil lamp from the tree, so he let it hang.

"Scholar, what do you hope for the most?"

Zhang Fan didn't seem to see his abnormality at all, and asked with a smile.

The middle-aged scholar was still cleaning up, stunned, and said thoughtfully:

"I often think, does the immortal master look at me as I look at the ants, and I think the immortal master, does the immortal think like the ants think of me? I have never been able to figure it out, so I ......."

"I hope to meet the legendary immortal master, listen to the story of the immortal, and make a wish. ”

Zhang Fan smiled, but did not continue the topic, and said, "Scholar, please borrow a little lamp?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at him in astonishment when he heard this, and saw Zhang Fan, who had no long things and did not carry a package, but at this time he was holding a simple and elegant lamp in his hand.

"Where did it come from?"

This thought had just been born, and the scholar had naturally pulled out a branch from the fire under the pot and handed it out.

Halfway through handing it, by the light of the fire, he found that the lamp in Zhang Fan's hand had no wick.

"How can you order without a wick?"

This discovery also made him pause in the middle of the road with his arm holding the fire.

The strange thing is that Zhang Fan didn't answer, and he ignored the problem of the lamp, but continued with a smile: "Please borrow a little lamp?"

"Huh?"

Confused and puzzled, suddenly, the scholar blessed his soul and said: "Okay!"

As soon as this voice came out, he saw a smile on Zhang Fan's face, and he didn't see his movements, and a little light flew out of the lantern on the tree, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and disappeared into the lamp in his hand.

"Wow~"

Bright lights, like halos of light, illuminate the road ahead in this darkening night.

(To be continued)