Just when Lin Qinghuan was lying on the stone bridge, hesitating whether to sleep in the wilderness tonight or in the wilderness, someone patted his shoulder from behind, which happened to be the left shoulder that was stabbed by a flying knife the night before, and the pain was so painful that Lin Qinghuan almost stabbed out of the Hidden Blade without condition.

Lin Qinghuan, whose facial expression was a little hideous, turned around, and behind him was a green shirt, slightly shabby but also clean and tidy.

The man in the green shirt was also taken aback by Lin Qinghuan, and just patted his shoulder to say hello, as if he had been stabbed, this person should not be a fool.

The man in the green shirt took a step back and said to Lin Qinghuan: "I just saw that Brother Tai wants to spend the night with poetry, presumably the poetry attainments are extraordinary, Xiaosheng is also the same as Brother Tai, staying here overnight, if it is late today, I can't read, and it is still early to fall asleep, why don't you and I take this opportunity to meet friends with poetry, how about it?"

As a killer, Lin Qinghuan is very wary of all strangers who take the initiative to approach, he was in the Dusk Spring Pavilion before, and he is also a little famous, although every time he goes out, he will be simple and easy to disguise, and he will wear a mask after performing a task, but there will be no fewer people who have seen Lin Qinghuan, and it is not easy for Lin Qinghuan to say whether his identity has been exposed or not.

If the scholar in front of him is really an assassin of the reef, and he is now being targeted, he is not good at martial arts, and he is still wounded, maybe he will be thrown into the wilderness tonight.

Lin Qinghuan was a little hesitant, just like his current "identity", the man in the green shirt in front of him is a poor scholar, it stands to reason that it is quite normal to write some poems and texts to circulate in the circle of these poor students.

When Lin Qinghuan was famous for his poetry in the Twilight Spring Pavilion, in order to better hide his identity, he was also invited to participate once, but that time he wrote less poetry and criticized current politics more, this kind of private gathering to criticize current affairs, in the circle of these people, did not do less, to Lin Qinghuan's surprise, there were several brightly dressed women involved, it seems that they have been with these people for a long time, and they are women in it, who can sing and dance, and perform some songs and dances at the invitation of everyone, without any sense of disobedience.

Lin Qinghuan couldn't figure it out, after all, the people in the reef were very deep, and that day in the Duchun Pavilion wanted to forcibly pull away the stunned teenager in the southeast, and taught Lin Qinghuan a lesson, people in their twenties did not have the slightest suspicion about the stunned teenagers, which made Lin Qinghuan have to re-examine his ability to latent and anti-lurk.

To be on the safe side, it's better not to get along with him closely.

Lin Qinghuan also took a step back, hugged his fists and said: "Since this is the case, then I won't hide it from my brother, in fact, I am not a scholar, I am in the inn, I just memorize some poems of Xiucai in my hometown, I just want to try my luck, and I don't know how to compose poems." ”

In fact, this man in a green shirt had clearly recognized Lin Qinghuan in front of him, who was the one who made the Duchun Pavilion change the couplets in the two poems that day. Seeing Lin Qinghuan answer like this, he was stunned for a moment and retreated alone.

The night is getting thicker and thicker, it seems that tonight is really going to sleep in the wilderness, fortunately, when I was training on the island in the middle of the lake before, I didn't do this less, Lin Qinghuan used a small piece of bamboo as a respirator to avoid the pursuit of Coral and others, and lurked underwater for a day and a night.

Of course, every two or three hours, you have to go ashore to breathe, because you can't use your mouth to connect with the bamboo completely seamlessly, and every once in a while, the lake water will seep into the bamboo tube through the cracks, and the respirator will fail as soon as the lake water seeps into it.

But tomorrow at such a grand event, sleeping in the wilderness, Lin Qinghuan doesn't want to appear at the event like a beggar, not to mention attracting attention, this is too embarrassing for our phantom face.

While it's not completely dark, it's better to find a bluestone slab that won't stain your clothes, it's impossible to lie down, meditating and spitting is a good choice, and by the way, you can use aura to speed up wound healing.

It is said that after the Zen Festival tomorrow, someone will ask Jian Yu about the white-clothed little sword fairy who is known as the first swordsman in Dianzhou City.

In all martial arts novels and TV series, the younger generations of the rivers and lakes can often benefit from watching the martial arts predecessors with strong martial arts skills, which is very helpful for improving their martial arts cultivation. If it is really a coincidence, with a sword view, it will break the bottleneck that imprisons one's own cultivation, and from then on there will be no shackles, and it will be smooth all the way, and it is not impossible. Everything depends on chance and the understanding of the sword watcher.

Therefore, if there is an opponent who is equally equal, the famous martial arts predecessors on the rivers and lakes will also be willing to issue a hero post and invite heroes from all over the world to come and watch the battle. One is to show their strength to win the admiration and awe of these post-spectators, the second is to ask heroes from all walks of life to witness the victory or defeat of life and death, and the third is to once the winner is divided, no matter what the outcome is, through these spectators, the news will be spread at a very fast speed, and by the way, you can also be a favor.

With Lin Qinghuan's martial arts, he still has it on his body, even if he goes to Tianchi as a spy and an assassin, it won't play any role, he can't let himself inquire about intelligence, but he doesn't say it clearly. And the cool breeze only gave Lin Qinghuan a Tongtian card, and let Coral and a few others recuperate in Dianzhou City, could it be that Lin Qinghuan watched the sword?

Thinking of this, Lin Qinghuan was a little relieved, after all, there was no need to fight or run for his life tomorrow, just watch the show.

The only thing I'm afraid of is that with my own understanding, I don't know if I can gain anything, if I watch a movie, I will watch this Tianchi Sword in general, and then Lord Liangfeng will ask, and there will definitely be a few violent beatings.

Before looking for a "comfortable" place to stay, Lin Qinghuan, who had to fill his stomach and walked dozens of miles, was already empty.

It is true that there are more than 20 taels of silver in his pocket, but the price of Fenglin Town today is really frighteningly high, even in Dianzhou City, find a restaurant that is generally simple, these 20 taels of silver, whatever Lin Qinghuan eats, he can't spend it after eating.

After walking around the town, Lin Qinghuan found that he could only afford to buy roasted sweet potatoes, one or two pieces of silver.

I have to say that roasted sweet potatoes, a "non-elegant" food, are more favored by daughters than down-and-out scholars in such cold weather, even if Lin Qinghuan arrives first, he still has to be behind a few gorgeously dressed women.

The old man who baked sweet potatoes looked honest, but he was quite sharp-toothed. What a conscienceless reader, I can't bear to watch such a few flower-like daughters stand in the cold wind for a while, I don't know how to pity the jade, if I can deceive a good woman to be a daughter-in-law in the future, the woman must be either blind or lack of heart, no wonder the heroes who walk the rivers and lakes always say that every time they slaughter dogs, they are always readers, so many sages and holy teachings, eat it and pull it out, but it doesn't stay in the stomach...... "persuade Lin Qinghuan to retreat."

Lin Qinghuan was speechless, so he had to retreat behind a few women, if he hadn't realized that he had said indecent words in front of the food, this old man who could make a fortune by roasting sweet potatoes would not know when he would have to "teach" Lin Qinghuan.

Several women got the affirmation of the roasted sweet potato uncle, and seemed to think that it was natural to let Lin Qinghuan line up, as a reader should have politeness, otherwise, in many novels, how could there be a reader who would make women unforgettable at first sight?

A gentleman of words, warm as jade!

The four women were in a good mood and were not restrained, and began to gather in front of the small stove where the sweet potatoes were roasted, stretching out their green and jade hands, and roasting the fire.

The woman in red standing next to Lin Qinghuan deliberately squeezed to the side to make a place for Lin Qinghuan. Lin Qinghuan stretched out his hand, felt the temperature of the fire, and smiled gratefully.

The fire warms your hands, and your lover warms your heart!

Since Lin Qinghuan came to this world, he has either been starved and beaten or frightened, and he is almost wary and even hostile to all strangers, almost forgetting that he is a person from the era of peace on the earth, and the slightest kindness in the troubled times makes Lin Qinghuan feel that this world has a greater meaning than survival, Qi Fugui and the girl in colorful clothes Qi Xuan's family is like this, and the woman in red next to him is the same.

The old man who sold sweet potatoes couldn't stop talking, and after teaching Lin Qinghuan a lesson, he began to "teach" the skills of baking sweet potatoes to several women, how big the stove should be, how big the fire should be, how far away the sweet potatoes should be from the furnace, standing or flat, how often to flip it every once in a while, there is great knowledge, any step is wrong, and the taste of the oven is very different.

A few women who wanted to bake a few sweet potatoes while warming wine in the courtyard of their home after learning how to learn it, listened to such complicated steps and retreated.

Three hundred and sixty lines of the line of champions, it is not unreasonable for the old man to make a fortune by roasting sweet potatoes.

At this time, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes can very much hook the gluttonous worms in the abdomen, Lin Qinghuan, who has walked dozens of miles on his legs, can't control his stomach with a "cooing" sound, fortunately, several young women next to him don't seem so shy, they won't hide their mouths and hold back their smiles, which makes Lin Qinghuan feel that this is not embarrassing, hunger in the belly is not a shameful thing. On the contrary, if they feel embarrassed by Lin Qinghuan and cover their mouths or hold back their smiles, then things that are not embarrassing will become embarrassing.

A small stove, five small sweet potatoes can be placed around, originally the old man planned to give them an extra one, let Lin Qinghuan wait for the second furnace, the woman in red standing next to Lin Qinghuan gave one to each person, and handed the last one to Lin Qinghuan, Lin Qinghuan took the roasted sweet potato, and hugged his fists to thank him.

Lin Qinghuan must have to wait for the second furnace, how can one roasted sweet potato be enough to eat? Lin Qinghuan decided to buy four, two for dinner, eat one when he is hungry at night, and leave one for breakfast tomorrow!

Seeing that no other guests came, under the education of the old man who roasted sweet potatoes, Lin Qinghuan paid six taels of silver, bought the next furnace, and was given by the old man to several women, and then the one transferred by the woman in red to Lin Qinghuan was also paid.

Lin Qinghuan carried six roasted sweet potatoes that were enough to fill him with two or three meals with his clothes, and walked up the mountain step by step.

I regret that I shouldn't have gambled money at the beginning, otherwise, Lin Qinghuan, who saved 300 taels of silver by "writing poems", is now having a small barbecue by the stream, which is not impossible.

The steps up the mountain in Fenglin Town can lead directly to Tianchi, all paved by bluestone slabs, Lin Qinghuan carries roasted sweet potatoes, puts the oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, passes through the withered maple forest, climbs the steps, if you can find a pavilion where you can rest and meditate on the way, it is a good place to stay.

It's just that I don't dare to climb too high, it is said that Dianzhou City transferred 5,000 forbidden troops, and laid several cordons in the entire Cloud Piercing Peak.

As soon as he walked out of the maple forest, a voice suddenly came from behind him, which startled Lin Qinghuan.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay!"