The mountain gate was still closed when I came, even on the way back.

Inch by inch of the path is crossed with moss, and the slightest rain line is connected into a continuous rain curtain. The rain was heavy and cool, but somehow there was a different autumn scene.

"Bone, don't go, let's hide from the rain!" The swordsman stood at the mountain gate with a huddle, his clothes still a little thin.

As soon as the rain wets your clothes and wraps them tightly around your body, you will feel a chill to the bone.

The bone elf still walked in the rain on her own, jumping up and down the steps, letting the rain fall from the sky and be surrounded by the raindrops that she had splashed up.

If you don't feel such a scenery now, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance in the future.

She squeezed out a smile and beckoned to her companions who were hiding from the rain under the mountain gate: "Don't keep a straight face, the moment of happiness is the moment." ”

"Yes! A happy moment is a moment. The always sensible Xiaoyaosheng actually ran into the rain, breathing heavily with his mouth open, letting the raindrops pour down his neck into his clothes.

The fox beauty smiled and ran into the rain. Well, one day, one day less.

"I'll come too. "The Divine Heavenly Soldier has been in the Heavenly Court for a long time, and he hasn't been so presumptuous for a long time.

"Sometimes, I really envy you. Only the swordsman was left alone to stand outside the mountain gate and muttered, "You can live how you want." "He's always lived a sane life, at least, compared to the bone elves.

Really, do you have to come to the end of the day to let go of all freedom?

He smiled and walked up the stone steps with countless droplets of water jumping, "Let's not shelter from the rain, let's just go." ”

The way down the mountain went smoothly, and even though there were landslides on both sides of the cliff that were washed away by heavy rain, fortunately, there were no accidents.

"The autumn clouds do not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain. "The rain on the mountain road can't drown out the singing of the forest.

"Someone singing?" followed the sound and walked a few quick steps.

The poem is not long, back and forth, and it is no more than four sentences.

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water threshold is clear, and the acacia is separated from the city.

The autumn clouds do not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain.

Xiaoyaosheng couldn't help shaking off the folding fan in his hand, and was amazed.

"Which master is singing here?" the fox beauty saw the glint in Xiaoyaosheng's eyes, so she asked for him.

A figure flickered through the woods, seemingly deliberately avoiding them.

Xiaoyaosheng wanted to stretch out his hand to stop: "Please stay." ”

The fox beauty doesn't plan to talk nonsense, if people really avoid it, then what's the point of blindly shouting like Xiaoyaosheng.

She ran a few steps, stepped on the big tree beside her, and then turned over with the help of a hand, and jumped in front of the figure.

"Master, don't be in a hurry to leave!" she slowly raised her eyes to see the figure in front of her, and couldn't help but open her mouth wide: "What, why are you?"

Xiao Yaosheng and others heard the movement and rushed to the scene. When I saw the scene in front of me, I was also taken aback.

The master who sang in the rain just now was actually the woodcutter who led them the way before?

How could a mountain village man, as he himself said before, have such an elegant taste and like to recite poetry.

The woodcutter didn't answer but laughed, turned around and picked up a bundle of firewood, fun is fun, life should always rely on his own hands.

Take a few steps out, "Have you been to the three-star hole?"

"Ah, I have been. Everyone was stunned at first, how could the woodcutter care about this, but then they thought about it, it was the woodcutter who led the way, and it was reasonable to ask.

"He, is he okay?" the woodcutter threw out such a sentence coldly, but it made everyone scratch their heads.

It was the bone elf who reacted first, and stumbled and said, "He, who is he?"

There are many disciples in the Sanxing Cave, and there should be many caves in it, but there are only three people they have met, and they are still counted as Su Bodhi.

The woodcutter opened his mouth and asked if he had seen that person, no wonder everyone was confused!

"Subodhi. The woodcutter seemed to have no way to deal with them, and his tone was full of helplessness.

"That guy, grow old and strong. The bone elf was open-mouthed, and when he said it all, he realized that he had lost his words.

She knocked on her head and scolded in a low voice, "Why don't you have a door." ”

"What's your relationship?" the swordsman was busy diverting the conversation for the bone elf, "You and Subodhi?" he asked again.

Of the five, he was the first to see the woodcutter. Although this man is covered in cloth and lives by cutting down trees. On rainy days, he had to brave landslides to work in the woods, as he was now, as if he were in poverty.

However, the temperament that goes deep into the bone marrow can neither be hidden, nor can it be changed overnight.

The poems that were sung just now prove this point.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, the woodcutter threw the firewood on his shoulder, and after a while, he turned around: "He is my master." ”

"Master?" everyone said in unison, although they had been mentally prepared before, they couldn't help but be shocked.

Looking at the age of this woodcutter, it seems that he is also a middle-aged uncle. If you're so old, you'll be expelled from the mountain!

The bone elf shook his head, fortunately his master was not such a person. From the time when Su Bodhi asked the five of them to give him the map of the Mountains and Rivers Society, the few good feelings of the bone elves towards him plummeted.

"Don't get me wrong, I took the initiative to leave the master. Seeing everyone's somewhat abnormal expressions, the woodcutter's first reaction was to defend Su Bodhi: "And swear that in this life, I will never return to my master." ”

"I see!" the swordsman nodded perfunctorily, he didn't want to get involved in any sect anymore.

As it turns out, curiosity is often the beginning of a steady stream of trouble.

"You!" said the word, and the swordsman's heart jumped fiercely, and he suddenly felt that something big was not good. Why didn't the bones understand what he meant, this is a bad thing!

"Ah, you, didn't you say where you want to go?" the swordsman panicked and ran away with the bone elf.

It was one of the worst excuses he'd ever found. He couldn't even name that place, so I'm afraid his image in the woodcutter's heart was greatly reduced.

He sighed helplessly, this is also a helpless way! Anyway, because of the Shanhe Society, the fate of their destiny and the Sanxing Cave of Fangcun Lingtai Mountain will never be exhausted.

Next time we meet, let's talk about it!

Looking at the two people who rode away, even if the other three wanted to have any "nosy" thoughts, they had to stop.

They chased after the swordsman and the bone elf: "Wait for us!"

"Man of Destiny. The woodcutter looked at the mountains and forests under the vast smoke and rain, and his heart became more and more unbearably blocked, and he completely forgot that the bundle of firewood he had managed to cut was all submerged in the water at this time.

The old thing, even if it has been bumpy for many years, is hard to forget, he just looked back at the top of the mountain buried by layers of trees and said, "Wanyang, will you hate me?"