Nanfeng was originally a little sorry for the fat man, and felt that it was a little inappropriate to let the fat man give up his wife to accompany him to the rivers and lakes, but now when he heard the fat man say this, he no longer felt guilty, even if it wasn't for him, the fat man would go to wwん.la if he lived enough in the mountains?

Seeing that Nanfeng didn't answer, the fat man thought he was worried about Zhuge Chanjuan, "Don't think about it, your wife must be fine." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Nanfeng nodded, in fact, what he was thinking about before was not Zhuge Chanjuan, but the fat man himself, the eight golden bodies of Foguang Temple seem to be really happy and improve their minds, the fat man is much smarter than before, and he thinks about things a lot. However, changes can not be completed overnight, the fat man's mind has not yet been fully opened, and the previous ten years of worrying habits cannot be changed for a while.

The eighth master attacked the grass chicken in the back, to be exact, the grass chicken that bit was screaming, the south wind scolded a few times, the eighth master did not restrain himself, and the fat man was annoyed, "Come on, come on, I'll catch the car, you go and watch your owl." ”

The south wind pulled the reins to stop and handed the horsewhip to the fat man, "What an owl, it's called the eighth master." ”

"Eighth master, but also starling. The fat man took the whip and rubbed it on the wheel, "Drive!"

Nanfeng sat in the carriage from behind, and after getting on the car, the eighth master had already left the basket containing the grass chicken, and hid in a corner and lowered his head to pretend to sleep.

"Are you still pretending to be innocent?" Nanfeng grabbed the eighth master and reached out to pinch the chicken feathers from the corner of his mouth.

The eighth master was not very lively during the day, he was held by the south wind, and soon fell asleep, the carriage was bumpy, and the south wind was worried about waking it up, so he kept holding it.

The fat man knew that the south wind was in a hurry to go back, urging the horses all the way, the thorns were very generous, the carriage was driven by two horses, and the two horses were good foot strength, and they were very hurried.

The weather is hot, the horses are sweating, and they have to stop and drink the horses every dozens of miles, and take the opportunity to relieve themselves when they drink the horses, and the rest of the time they are in a hurry.

When the two of them came, they took the small road, and the return trip was the main road, and there was a carriage to travel, and they traveled fast, and they rushed back to the inn where Li Chaozong and others had stayed before entering the watch.

The degree of destruction of the inn was more serious than the south wind expected, the east wall and the east wing were all blown up, the main house on the north side was also seriously damaged, the few rooms in the northeast corner were not even left in ruins, the masonry and tiles were all blown away, there was a huge earth pit left on the ground, and the few rooms in the west were not blown away because they were far away from the explosion area, but the houses also collapsed, the ruins and broken walls, and a mess.

To the west of the inn is the front hall, and the front hall has also collapsed, not only the front hall, but also the neighbors in the north and south have also suffered from the seedlings, and the houses have been damaged to varying degrees.

"Do you want to go over and ask?" the fat man pointed to the ruins, where several craftsmen were working on the ruins and picking up bricks.

"Wait. Nanfeng raised his hand, the center of the explosion was the location where the carriage was parked before, according to the mess of this place, it is not difficult to see how amazing the power of the explosion was that day, he was not sure whether this matter was man-made or accidental, now it seems that the possibility of an accident is high, first, Li Chaozong did not have the motive to kill Wang Zhong and his wife, and secondly, it has been too hot in recent days, and he has never encountered such a hot weather when he has grown so big, that is, he lifted the curtain of the canopy, and it was hot to sit inside, and Li Chaozong's chariot was parked here, and the door was closed, and the temperature inside must be high and scary。

As the two looked at the ruins, a craftsman waved at them, "Let's go, it's hard to live here, two streets to the west, there's a place to live." ”

"Thank you," Nanfeng arched his hand at the craftsman who spoke, and walked towards the man instead, and when he got closer, he asked, "May I ask my brother, what happened here?"

As the so-called etiquette is not strange, gifts are gifts, politeness is also etiquette, both gifts can be exchanged for good popularity, the craftsman saw that the south wind ceremony was thorough, so he replied, "A few days ago, a few merchants stayed here, the car was loaded with gunpowder, the sun was steaming, and it exploded." ”

"Huh?" Nanfeng feigned surprise.

"Go west, there's an inn there. "The craftsman kindly showed the way.

Nanfeng thanked him and retreated.

"What's going on?" asked the fat man.

"When they get off work, I'll ask again. Nanfeng put his hand into the carriage and stroked the eighth master, and when the eighth master saw that he was outside, he stopped cooing and looking for it.

It was already evening when the two came, and it didn't take long for it to get dark, and the craftsman began to work, and the south wind walked a few steps briskly, catching up with the craftsman who had spoken earlier, "Brother, bothering again." ”

"Out of the way, you say. The craftsman said.

Nanfeng handed over two cents of silver, "It's hot, buy plums with my brother to relieve the heat." ”

"What is this?" puzzled the craftsman.

Nanfeng stuffed the silver into the craftsman's pocket and said, "Don't hide it, those who had an accident before were our friends, and we agreed with them to meet here, may I ask my brother, how are my friends, have they compensated for the damage to the inn's premises?"

The craftsman, who lived nearby, understood the situation, and had a good impression of the south wind, so he told him in detail what had happened.

After half a pillar of incense, Nanfeng asked about the situation, said goodbye to the craftsman, and returned to the carriage.

"What's going on?" asked the fat man.

After the incident, Li Chaozong and Mr. Nagong left first, Zhuge Chanjuan didn't leave, asked the locals to help, burned the bones in Xishan, and picked up the ashes before leaving. Nanfeng said, what he was most worried about was Li Chaozong's bullying of Zhuge Chanjuan, now it seems that Li Chaozong did not do that, things were too sudden, he may not have that state of mind, but the most important thing should be that he thought he had found the Tortoiseshell Heavenly Book, and was eager to return to the Western Wei Dynasty, and did not want to make extraneous branches.

"That old thing is so unrighteous that he doesn't stay to help. The fat man said.

Nanfeng waved his hand, "Zhuge Chanjuan didn't want him to interfere." ”

"I'll just say your wife is fine, you still don't believe it. The fat man yawned, "Let's go, go to the store." ”

Nanfeng did not answer, according to the funeral rules, people who died in vain cannot be buried in coffins, they have to be burned and then picked up bones, at this time Zhuge Chanjuan must be taking the ashes of Wang Zhong and his wife to the north, returning to his hometown to break ground for burial.

"Let's go, I haven't eaten for a day, I'm hungry. The fat man urged.

"What should it do?" Nanfeng slammed into the carriage, if it was an ordinary owl, it would not be difficult to hide, but the eighth master was too big, it was difficult to bring it into the inn without revealing his whereabouts, in case someone appeared, it would definitely attract onlookers.

"The gates are closed, and we can't get out. The fat man said.

Unable to travel overnight or invest in the store, the two of them could only find a dilapidated house in the city to settle down.

Twelve brought a lot of dry food to the fat man, the two of them ate dry food, and the eighth master ate chicken.

It's so tired during the day, and it doesn't seem to be so hot after nightfall, so the two of them want to rest early, but the eighth master has slept enough during the day, and he has been cooing at night.

Fortunately, although the eighth master was shouting, the sound was not loud, and the south wind blocked the door and let it wander around the room.

In the second half of the night, the two were woken up by the eighth master.

"Oh mother, what's going on. The fat man was taken aback by the eighth master.

As soon as the fat man's voice fell, the eighth master screamed again, still at the beginning of the coo, but there was an extra sound at the end, "coo-coo...... Coo-goo-quack......"

Nanfeng followed the voice and grabbed the eighth master back, "That's what owls call it." ”

"Don't let it scream, it's the middle of the night, it's crazy. The fat man lay down on his back.

The so-called domestication, domestication, domestication of a bird is divided into two parts: taming and raising, at the moment the eighth master is too small, not yet tamed, and disobedient, the south wind can only play with it, a play is a night, no way, as long as there is no movement in sleep, the eighth master will call.

After dawn, the fat man was on the road, Nanfeng was lying in the car groggily, and the eighth master squinted his eyes and squatted next to him.

I don't know how long it took, Nanfeng was woken up by the fat man, "Come out, come out." ”

The south wind rolled over and got up, lifted the curtain and went out, and it was noon, and the carriage was heading north.

"Look. The fat man stretched out his hand and pointed west.

Following the fat man's point, the south wind looked at the mountains on the west side, and saw two bald monks sweeping north from the west mountain.

"What are you doing with a gun and a stick?" the fat man was curious.

"They only brought weapons but didn't carry baggage, unlike the wandering party, they should have gone to fight. Nanfeng said casually, the two monks in the past could fly through the air, at least they were also masters of the mountain.

"Drive. The fat man shook the reins and urged the horse.

"What are you doing?" asked Nanfeng.

"What else can I do, watch the excitement and ......"