Letting go of everything, Ye Zongju felt as light as the wind, compared to the death of his grandfather, this time he left, his heart had been rolled one hundred and eighty times outside the clouds, just like the seeds that had already sprouted finally broke out of the ground, squandering the power of life in the sunshine and rain, the sky under the mountain was no different from eight years ago, and the green grass with dewdrops in the early morning was pulled forward and backwards, and then he subconsciously looked back at the Xihuang Peak that was pushed down the abyss by Qi Yi, and looked at it from afar, the top of the mountain was full of tangled resentment, and it looked ghostly desolate on the edge of the boundless sky。 Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until he couldn't tell the location of the Fushui Temple on the earth, Ye Zongju sped up his pace and walked high and low between the green mountains and green waters, the sun was already empty, but there was a layer of charming and cool mist floating in the mountains and forests, faintly chilling, there were flocks of birds fluttering and flying by, in the past, they must have dragged their hind legs, but now it is different, these creatures are like close friends in Ye Zongdu's opinion, there is no need to offend, so the long shirt and the long drive for half a day, the sky is getting late, the horizon is slowly broadening, it is out of the edge of the mountain, to the most prosperous town between heaven and earth---- the capital。

The prosperity of the capital should only be in the sky, even if it is just a thatched toilet kennel, it is cleaner than the steps in front of the Fushui Palace, and any tavern restaurant is bigger than the Fushui Hall in the early morning, Ye Zongju was stunned, just a signboard across his head, fully inlaid with ninety-nine eighty-one fine emeralds, flashing with a strange and terrifying blue light, what surprised him even more was that a barefoot scholar who looked poor and destitute actually swaggered into it without hesitation, sat directly in the seat opposite the door, and waved his hand at Ye Zongju as if he was very familiar。

The way he waved his hand was a provocation in Ye Zongju's eyes, he was not an eighteen-year-old boy, this kind of cheap game, he wouldn't be moved, so he just glanced at the scholar who didn't know the height of the sky, and turned around and left very chicly, of course, there are poor people here, and there was a thin old man selling oil cakes standing on the side of the road, Ye Zongju walked over without hesitation.

"I'll let you in, why don't you go in?" An unfamiliar voice suddenly broke into his ears, Ye Zong decided to follow the sound, except for the passers-by who were walking slowly, no one looked suspicious at all, could it be that he heard it wrong? The old man who sold oil cakes didn't have anything wrong except for the wrinkles on his face that looked like a rag, so he asked: "Uncle, how do you sell this oil cake?"

The yellow beads buried deep under the old man's nose suddenly flashed at this moment, and he smiled and said, "One or two silver, guest officer." Then his big withered hand turned out a greasy flatbread and stuffed it into Ye Zongdu's chest, and the oil juice ran down his chest to stain his flawless white clothes, and at the same time, the old man smiled apologetically, not knowing what to say.

Ye Zongjue wanted to get angry, but as soon as he saw the old man's weather-beaten face, the instant fire subsided, and he smiled: "It's okay, it's just a piece of clothing, when I see you, I think of my grandfather, he also often makes this kind of oil cake, once, I was in a hurry to eat, and my mouth burned a big ......bubble" He put the oil cake in the palm of his hand, and unconsciously fell into the days of never coming back.

The old man didn't urge him, until a slender and shiny big hand blocked Ye Zongju's sight on the cake, Ye Zongju came back to his senses, it was actually the scholar who beckoned him in the restaurant just now, looking at his oily appearance, it must be full of tea and food, Ye Zongju sent the cake in his hand forward, and said, "Take advantage of the meal, this cake will be given to you." ”

The scholar looked up to the sky and smiled, and then gave a long burp, and the big sleeves of the quail coat were very dashing, and said simply: "I have eaten enough, you should leave this cake to yourself." Ye Zongju opened his mouth and was about to taste it, but the scholar said again: "Slow down first, let me ask you, I just beckoned you in, why didn't you pay attention to me? Do you look down on me?" After he finished speaking, his slender fingernails had already touched the tip of Ye Zongdu's nose.

Ye Zongju replied calmly: "I don't like the way you greet me, as if I'm a beggar, and besides, when I first came here, I didn't know you, and you invited me for no reason, it's really weird!"

The scholar frowned, and said with a smile: "It turns out that you have so many concerns, and you are really Mu Qingchen's disciple, this stubborn appearance is simply a person." ”

Ye Zongju was taken aback, and soon smiled and said: "Who in the rivers and lakes doesn't know the Tianshui Sect, my clothes are dirty like this, you can even recognize it, if you really can't look good." The scholar asked rhetorically, "Do you think I knew you were from the Tianshui Sect because of your clothes?"

Ye Zongju said: "Isn't it?" The scholar turned his face and smiled, and then said slowly: "Ye Zongju, you are really naïve. Ye Zong was determined, this person actually knew his origin well, could it be that he was coming for the death? No, the master said that I was the death, and his martial arts were not weak, and he was afraid that he would be a scholar, so these thoughts quickly flashed, and then he pointed to the crescent moon above his head, and said: "It's really unfortunate, it's getting late, and there are other things to do next, please take care of yourself." ”

The scholar stopped Ye Zongju's way and asked, "Why did you become so polite, what are you going to do when you come down the mountain this time?" Ye Zongju replied decisively: "No comment!" The scholar suddenly smiled very casually and said: "It seems that you really have something to do when you go down the mountain this time, don't be suspicious, I'm just asking casually." ”

"In that case, I'll leave first!" Ye Zongju held an oil cake upwards in his left palm, and held the long sword in his right hand and walked forward, although he didn't know where he was going, he couldn't stay here.

The scholar disappeared into the long dark night, but the old man who sold oil cakes followed behind Ye Zongjie unhurriedly with two loads of oil cakes, at first Ye Zongdu didn't care, until he turned around a lot of paths, only to find that this old man was not simple, since he had this thought, how could he dare to eat the cold cake in his hand? But there are a lot of people talking here, whatever you say, they can come up like a couplet, simply slow down the pace, let the old man walk in front of him, listen carefully to the footsteps behind him, from far to near, soon to the front, Ye Zongju looked sideways, there was no one, but how to explain the real footsteps step by step? Could it be that I met a ghost?

It wasn't until the nameless footsteps became farther and farther away and gradually disappeared that Ye Zongju exhaled and said to himself: "It's really rare that the prosperity of the capital actually attracts yin ghosts. He was still a little afraid, looked around, jumped on the roof of a house, and hid in the depths of the ridge.

He is not a thief, of course he will not steal on the roof, nor will he embarrass himself because of a strange thing, he is lying in the most comfortable place on the roof at this time, sleeping with his eyes closed, a lamp of moonlight warms up, as if time is stuck because of this, under the moonlight, his face is quiet and handsome.

Until the familiar and strange footsteps sounded again, back and forth in the ears several times, and finally couldn't bear the curiosity, turned over, looked down, and suddenly a dog barked in the dark alley, and then a lantern as white as snow shook a few times in front of him, Ye Zongju held his breath, the long sword was ready to fire, suddenly, the lanterns in front of him became two, and then, there were two girls with pigtails, and they grew up and giggled at Ye Zongdu.

Ye Zongdu's hairs stood upside down at this moment, but "hiding" was not his strong point, so he jumped down very reluctantly, pinched a girl's face, and asked, "Little sister, what are you doing here?" The girl replied, "Take you away!" After speaking, the two girls glanced at each other and turned away.

Since he met that Yingzhu, Ye Zong has decided to grow wise, and he will never go with anyone easily, but this time, as soon as he wanted to retreat, someone pushed him behind his back, pushing his people in the direction he didn't want to go.