"So what! I don't practice double cultivation, so why shouldn't I be a man? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The young man still pleaded, and his delicate face was flushed.

Li Xianyuan spoke: "You are a cultivator, I am just a mortal. ”

The young man opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Li Xianyuan: "I haven't finished talking yet." ”

"In the eyes of mortals, I may also be a cultivator, but you know that my spiritual root is slight, and I may not be able to build a foundation successfully, so why waste my good time. And decades later, when you are still red, I will already have gray hair. Ji Canghai, go back. ”

Li Xianyuan's face was full of seriousness when he said this, who doesn't want to cultivate it.

The beautiful young man on the other side had a problem with his concern, and he saw a moving flush on his cheeks, and said in a crisp voice: "So you didn't reject me because I was a man!?"

Li Xianyuan was silent, and after a short silence, he turned around and walked towards the grass. After taking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the ink-colored Dao-robed girl who was still standing in place...... Or maybe a teenager.

"My Journey to the West was originally with you. ”

"You mean this?" Ji Canghai flipped his palm, and a thin stack of yellowed paper appeared between his fingers.

"Well, give it to me. ”

"You're not going to say please. Ji Canghai muttered, but before he saw how he exerted his strength, the stack of yellow paper flew towards Li Xianyuan, and was immediately grabbed.

"Then please bring the book. Li Xianyuan took the yellow paper into his arms. "Don't steal books next time, it's a hassle to rewrite. ”

Ji Canghai's pretty face turned red, and his bright eyes looked left and right, and said: "Stealing a book is not stealing! Stealing a book...... Can the matter of the cultivator be called stealing? ”

Only Li Xianyuan responded to him, pushing aside the waist-deep grass and returning to the back of the green donkey.

"It's time to go. Li Xianyuan turned over and rode on the green donkey, patting the donkey's back, as if to say to it, and as if to say to Ji Canghai on the side.

Jingle - Jingle -

The sound of crisp Ling'er shaking gradually faded away. The donkey and the boy gradually disappeared into the forest path.

Seeing Li Xianyuan's figure disappear, Ji Canghai's eyes curved into an arc, wrinkled his nose and muttered, "You didn't say that I wasn't allowed to follow you." ”

……

Wuhou County - East Gate

The walls are three feet high, and the moat extends along the walls to the end of the distant line of sight. As the most prosperous place within 600 miles, this place lives up to its name. There was a long queue on the official road outside the city gate, and people from other places were waiting to enter the city one after another.

It was already the next morning. After slowly driving the Baili Mountain Road and the official road, Li Xianyuan finally came to the outside of Wuhou County.

The children's registration is tomorrow, and there is still plenty of time.

Li Xianyuan got off the donkey's back and led the green donkey to slowly move forward with the flow of people. There are many students in the team who are also dressed as scholars. They are of all ages, wearing headscarves, and even when they are in line, they do not forget to hold a book in their hands and shake their heads.

The speed of entering the city was very fast, and in less than a cup of tea, Li Xianyuan had already come to the front row. The officers and soldiers stationed at the city gate glanced at him casually and let him into the city.

Li Xianyuan stepped into the wide city gate, unaware that in the team behind him, a dirty and short beggar was staring at him from a distance. As soon as he entered the city, a commotion greeted him. The shouting and shouting were endless. The wide brick road is lined with small stalls.

Accustomed to being deserted, Li Xianyuan was slightly uncomfortable here at the beginning. He went to a vendor and asked for the inn's location.

was disturbed business, the peddler was about to get annoyed, but when he saw the sincere look on Li Xianyuan's face, he was half angry, and he kindly pointed out the direction for him.

After thanking him, Li Xianyuan dragged the green donkey slowly according to the instructions.

The spring breeze is kind, and the willows are low.

Away from the city gate, the hawkers' shouting faded away. Stepping on the arch bridge, the wide green lake under the bridge is like a natural copper mirror, shimmering in the midday sun.

Sparkling, cruise-like shuttle. There was constant laughter on the boat, and I don't know whose lady was traveling together.

In the distance, a huge flower boat with gorgeous carved beams docked at the lake, and the warbler song and swallow dance were blown to the bridge by the wind, with a smell of rouge gouache.

Many literati stood by the lake, in groups of three or five, playing folding fans, shaking their heads and reciting poems, trying to attract the attention of the ladies who came to the lake, and staged a drama of talented people and beautiful women.

Li Xianyuan stood still on the bridge, looking at the calm lake, and the waves in his heart gradually calmed down after entering the city.

There are many pedestrians on the bridge, and I don't know whose little girls go out in groups to play, and the warblers whisper and point to the lake. One of the girls saw Li Xianyuan looking at the bridge, her eyes lit up, and she pulled her companion and pointed at Li Xianyuan.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it is the time of spring. coincides with the once-in-a-year children's birth test, and many girls go out to find their crushes.

Although Li Xianyuan's robe is shabby, the look on his handsome face cannot be erased. The only benefit that the spiritual root brought to him was that it also stained him with a bit of the dust aura of a cultivator. They don't care if Li Xianyuan is still a teenager, and there are many people who start a family at the age of twelve or thirteen in this world.

Several girls didn't know what to say, laughed at each other, and secretly looked at Li Xianyuan with a blush on their faces.

Li Xianyuan found them, bowed his hand, and led the green donkey to leave the arched bridge with the disappointed expressions of the girls.

A little beggar caught up from behind, glared at a few girls viciously for some reason, and chased after Li Xianyuan in front.

Coming to the door of the inn, Xiao Er greeted him and quickly led the green donkey from Li Xianyuan's hand. Li Xianyuan took out the burden from the back basket, lifted the curtain and entered the inn.

A heat wave was coming, and most of the seats on the first floor were full, talking and talking, and the aroma of wine and meat was permeating. Xiao Er, who had placed the green donkey outside, then entered the inn and nodded to Li Xianyuan: "Childe, are you going to be a tip or a hotel." ”

"A normal room. Looking around, Li Xianyuan said to Xiao Er.

Xiao Er answered, and shouted to the shopkeeper: "Room 13~"

After a while, Xiao Er took the door number and led Li Xianyuan upstairs. Not long after, a sneaky figure peeked in through the door.

"Guest officer, are you ......" The figure came in, the smile on Xiao Er's face froze, and gradually disappeared: "It's not closed yet, you can come over later to get the leftovers." ”

The beggar who came in outside the door crossed his waist and shouted, "What eyes, do I look like a beggar? Come to a guest room, ask for the number 14. ”

Xiao Er didn't speak, and looked the little beggar up and down. Covered in tatters, his face is black, and he smells sour, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a young master who has a private visit to a microservice.

"Why, are you still afraid that Master Ben won't have any silver taels? The little beggar widened his eyes and took out a handful of broken silver from his bosom.

The beggar's broken silver was somewhat fresh, and many guests who heard the movement were interested in it.

"Hey, you're an uncle if you're rich. The flattering smile resurfaced on his face, Xiao Er turned his head to the shopkeeper and opened his throat and said, "Shopkeeper, room 14~"

……

was introduced into the guest room, and the second child retreated. Li Xianyuan turned around and closed the door, and the hustle and bustle downstairs was blocked by a thin layer of wooden doors.

Putting the burden on the round table and unfolding it, Li Xianyuan reached into his arms, took out the dozen pages of paper, and carefully sandwiched them in the seams of the three-character scripture.

Since I learned that the deeds of the four Tang monks and apprentices who learned scriptures from the West have been widely circulated in this world, storytelling and shadow puppets are not uncommon, but they have not been compiled into a book, and the disasters such as the daughter country and the three dozen white bone spirits in the original Journey to the West do not exist. I don't know if it's not handed down or for some other reason. Li Xianyuan made a plan.

He spent several years writing down the memories in his head. I plan to wait until I get a child, and after being baptized by Haoran, I will print it into a book.

At the same time, he is also looking forward to the scene where the book will spread. You must know that this is a mythical world, Tang monks and apprentices do have their own people, ninety-nine eighty-one is difficult and difficult, the Buddha becomes a Buddha, the Bodhisattva becomes a Bodhisattva, and Zhu Bajie is also mixed with a pure altar messenger. When this book is promoted, I may have the opportunity to meet real people. It's hard to say about the other four, but the monkey has never been an honest master.

"It's a pity that I don't have a deep understanding of the other three of the four famous novels, otherwise the restoration of the four famous works can be regarded as spreading the culture of the previous life. Li Xianyuan muttered to himself, put away his baggage, tidied up his long shirt, pushed the door and walked out of the room.

On the other side, the little beggar was brought into the room by Xiao Er, and Xiao Er was just about to leave, when the little beggar suddenly turned around and whispered mysteriously to Xiao Er, who was leaving: "Little Er, is Room 13 next door?" ”

Xiao Er heeled: "You go out from here, turn left and right, turn right and then right, go up the stairs and turn right and go ten steps ahead." ”

The little beggar's mouth opened wide: "Aren't the thirteenth and the fourteenth next to each other?"

Xiao Er was confused: "What's the matter? someone told the guest officer that you are next to each other on the 13th and 14th?"