The young man was pushed in front by a group of people, but he did not panic at all, as if he was carrying this group. The Tsing Yi student rode a horse and followed silently. It wasn't until late at night that he came to a deep forest, where the boy was blindfolded, and the hem of his clothes was torn several times by the thorns on the side of the road, and he went up many steps before he was kicked to the ground. The boy was quiet as usual, without making any sound, and slowly crossed his legs, his luck resting.

At dawn, the boy woke up. Although the eyes are blindfolded, they are also sensitive to changes in light. The air was getting cold and damp, and unlike the barren mountain where the boy lived, the smell of this mountain was more than the smell of all kinds of food, the smell of large wooden buildings, and the smell of people. Someone shouted and grabbed the boy's clothes at the back of his neck and dragged him up. The boy stood firmly, was shoved, came to a quiet hut, and smelled a faint burst of sandalwood.

After a long time, someone removed the strip of cloth from his eyes, and the boy closed his eyes, and opened them again, and it was indeed a quiet room, and the tables, tables, and strips should all be fine red sandalwood, and the curtains in the room were exquisite gauze and silk, but there was no one in it. "Who is going to arrest me?" thought the young man, but he did not think of the little baby, "and when I find out, I will go back to see him and take him back to the barren mountain." "Soon, there were footsteps coming towards me, and not of one person, these people walked lightly, but to varying degrees. The boy sat up straight and waited for someone to come.

The students in Tsing Yi have changed into a set of light cyan silk clothes at home, with a slight bun on their heads, and a green hosta is inserted horizontally.

The student in Tsing Yi had a cunning eye, looked the young man up and down carefully, and asked him for a long time, "Who are you?"

The young man looked at the Tsing Yi student calmly and shook his head blankly.

"You practice ancient rituals, write ancient characters, and the style of clothes you wear is not what it is today, where did you come from?"

The young man's eyes tightened, and he performed ancient rituals and wrote ancient characters, Could it be that he was in the mountains, and many years had passed since the outside world? But he still did not relax his vigilance.

The student in Tsing Yi swept the young man's expression with the corner of his eyes, and said cynically: "I have no malice in arresting you, I am just curious, you are like a person who walked down from the portrait of the ancestor of our ancestral hall, I want to know what is going on." The Tsing Yi student dragged out his last note and said, "In addition, you have the aura of Linghua, but it doesn't look like your own, isn't it interesting?" The young student laughed loudly, "Hahaha...... Have you stolen someone else's Linghua?"

The young man couldn't laugh or cry, but his face didn't change much. Linghua is the essence between heaven and earth, whether it is a monk or a god, having Linghua is like a halo of glory, making everyone envious, Linghua is not only beneficial to cultivation, but also can be transformed into nothing in creation, do whatever you want.

Seeing the appearance of the young man, the student in Tsing Yi was a little bored, and said lazily, "My name is Wen Xuan, there is no easy word, you can call me as much as you like." With that, he made a look, and someone dragged the boy out of the sandalwood room.

The Wen family's house is not small, occupying an entire mountain, and the place where this mountain connects with the outside world seems to be only the deep forest, which is both an obstacle and a buffer.

The boy was taken to a separate house along the mountain, with the inscription "Pine Garden" on the gate of the circular courtyard. There was a mountain spring flowing through the garden, and tall pine trees were planted in the garden, which covered several quaint houses, and as soon as the doors were locked, the boy was locked up, followed by the sound of the garden door being closed.

The young man looked around, although this house looked quaint, but it was also very exquisite, compared to his own barren mountain grass house, I don't know why, the young man remembered his grass house, and there was some sour meaning in his heart. Wen Xuan comes to Pine Garden every day, for a while he is serious and upright when he was a student in Tsing Yi, and at the same time he is cynical, contemptuous, and changes at any time. The boy has been in the barren mountains for a long time, and Wen Xuan is the first person to have such close contact, but he often makes him cry and laugh.

Wen Xuan prepared good Pan ink and rice paper in the pine garden, and the young man often wrote and painted. It's just that the young man is still a little wary of Wen Xuan, and still doesn't answer any questions from Wen Xuan.

Wen Xuanyi's heart was full of question marks, and all his thoughts were on this young man, and he didn't even have time to take care of the beauties in a yard. It's okay to think about this person, he performs ancient rituals, writes ancient characters, dresses in an ancient style, sits and sits and lies, and his eyebrows and demeanor are also a board and a glance, but he looks like a big man, a big man in ancient times

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