Fenglingdu is nearly five hundred miles away from the mouth of the Danjiang River, and Wudang Mountain is on the edge of the Danjiang River.

After leaving Laolongshan with the nightingale, there were still more than two hundred miles away from the mouth of the Danjiang River, and Mrs. Lu took a boat down the river, I am afraid that she had already arrived.

I wanted to gallop to the mouth of the Danjiang River, but not long after leaving Danfeng County, it was the rain pouring down in tears.

Braving the heavy rain, he rushed to the vicinity of the small village near Jinsi Gorge, but because he was not on the avenue, there was no inn for merchants to rest, so Xu Buling was not used to bothering the local people, so he and the nightingale went directly to the small temple outside the village to hide from the rain.

Dayue revered Taoism as the state religion, Buddhism was not prosperous in the Central Plains, and the small temple in this remote place decreased with the change of official roads, and naturally it was abandoned.

In the afternoon, the heavy rain outside the small temple crackled, the roof still had some rain leakage, the Buddha statue in the small temple was too old, and it was impossible to see what Buddha was offered, but there were some burned incense in the incense altar in front, and the nearby villagers should often come to worship, and the finishing was quite clean.

Xu Buling took a blanket from the side of the horse, spread it out in the small Buddha hall, and then rested with the nightingale under the Buddha statue.

The weather was already relatively cold in late autumn, and the nightingale was slender, probably feeling a little cold, so he leaned directly on Xu Buling's arm, shrunk his legs, put a small notebook on his legs, and wrote and painted seriously:

“…… Childe, have you read "The Book of Mountains"? ”

Xu Buling leaned under the Buddha statue and did nothing, pinching the end of the big braid, sweeping it around his face:

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas? Well...... Seen some ......"

"There are beasts in the mountains of Qingqiu, and their shape is like a fox with nine tails. There is a record of fox spirits who will eat people, but I read that those miscellaneous books say that there are many scholars who go to Beijing to take the exam, and when they stay in the broken temple at night, they will meet fox spirits, and they will ...... Well, it's like Childe and Sister Xiang'er...... Oops~"

Xu Buling raised his hand and tapped on the nightingale's head:

"Books are all written by scholars, and the things you imagine must be how comfortable they are."

Being beaten by Childe and unable to fight back, Nightingale sighed, stopped talking, put away the small notebook, hugged his arms and squinted to sleep for a while.

Nightingale's parents died for the palace, she will definitely not be treated badly since she was a child, she has lived in the palace more expensive than many young ladies of the family, she has never been out of Suzhou City since she was a child, and this is the first time to sleep in the wilderness, a little unaccustomed.

Leaned on Xu Buling's body for a while and couldn't sleep, so the nightingale shrank down a little, pillowed directly on Xu Buling's thigh, and lay straight upright, probably without evil thoughts, and there was nothing shy.

Xu Buling looked down at the little maid who was a little funny:

"Am I Childe or are you Childe? Are we the opposite? ”

The nightingale folded her hands on her stomach and sighed:

"Childe said that I was thin and uncomfortable."

"I'm not old, and I'm quite vindictive."

Xu Buling raised his hand and pinched the bridge of the nightingale's tall nose, and then let her go.

The nightingale leaned for a moment, but still didn't feel sleepy, and looked at Xu Buling's chin with wide eyes:

"Childe, you've been in Chang'an for two years, have you ever heard a story that isn't in the library?"

Xu Buling thought about it a little:

"I've heard a few."

"Tell me about it."

The nightingale took out a small notebook again, ready to write it down.

Xu Buling took out a folding fan, the appearance of the scholar Lao Xiao, his voice was low, and he began to speak:

"Today, Childe will tell you about "Water Margin" ......"

Xu Buling's colorful storytelling rendered the atmosphere, but as a result, his mouth was dry, and the little girl lying on his lap did not react at all, and he corrected many mistakes quite seriously, such as the 'Song' dynasty in history, what kind of hero is it to kill a tiger empty-handed.

Xu Buling said that it was an alternate history, not referring to reality, but the nightingale still shook his head, saying that if this story is told, there must be many self-righteous people who have not read a few books and raise the bar.

In the end, the story was told crookedly, and it became a discussion of military and civilian laws. Xu Buling is not from a professional class, and he really can't say that he is a well-read nightingale with the guidance of the palace staff.

After discussing for a long time, before he could say a result, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the small broken temple.

Tread, Tread, Tread—

The two of them closed their voices at the same time and looked at the source of the sound.

Xu Buling picked up the long lance placed on the ground and leaned against the Buddha statue, looked at the wall with his eyes, and moved with the sound until he reached the door of the Buddha hall.

It was only afternoon, and it was not dark outside, but the heavy rain poured down the black clouds, and it looked gloomy.

As the footsteps stopped, a figure appeared in the doorway - a water-blue skirt on the bottom, a blue and white blouse on the top, a small package hanging from the shoulder, the bun was coiled into a flowing cloud bun, the beads were inserted between the buns, and the pearls on the top were still swaying when the footsteps stopped.

Seeing that it was a woman, Xu Buling was slightly puzzled, and looked carefully, but saw that the person who came had snow-white skin, a pair of fox-like eyes, a small cherry mouth and slender eyebrows, and could not see the age, I am afraid that the posture is not inferior to Xuanhe Bakui, if you insist on talking about the gap, it may look a little too charming, even if the demeanor is very elegant at this time, it still exudes some seductive smell that attracts males from the inside out, which makes people unconsciously murmur 'This girl is not from the Qinglou?' ’。

The nightingale sat up, glanced at it, and then whispered, "Childe, the fox spirit is here, should I avoid it first?" ”

Before Xu Buling could speak, the woman standing at the door glanced at the broken temple, and saw that there were two people sitting inside, first stunned, and then a little embarrassed, holding an umbrella and wanting to leave, just looking at the pouring rain outside the eaves, slightly hesitant.

"Sister, there is no shelter from the rain around, we are not bad people."

The woman stood outside the ruined temple with a small package on her back and hesitated slightly, then glanced back, as if she was distinguishing whether Xu Buling was a good person or a bad person.

Xu Buling is dressed as a scholar, and with a little maid, he naturally doesn't look like a bad guy who is doing evil.

The woman bowed slightly, then put away the umbrella, walked into the broken temple by herself, sat down in the corner of the wall at the other end, and was a little wary in front of strangers, looking out of the window from time to time, as if waiting for the rain to light down before continuing to walk.

Although Xu Buling was a little puzzled, but this was originally near the official road, only because the official road was deserted and sparsely populated, and it was not strange for a pedestrian to pass by occasionally, the only strange thing was how a woman with a beautiful country and fragrance could rush alone.

The elderly, children, and beautiful women on the rivers and lakes are all to be wary of, and 'the gentleman does not bully the dark room, be careful of his solitude', even if the other party is just a powerless woman, it is impossible for Xu Buling to be evil, and he didn't look at it at the moment, and continued to talk to the little nightingale.

The three of them sat in the ruined temple like this, and the sky gradually got dark, but the torrential rain did not mean to stop.

The woman glanced at Xu Buling a few times, then picked up the umbrella again, looked at the heavy rain outside, and was a little worried.

Xu Buling thought about it, then stood up:

"Nightingale, let's go."

The nightingale didn't say anything, got up and put away the blanket, and went out with Xu Buling.

The woman's eyes showed a little embarrassment, and she spoke for the first time at this time:

"Childe, girl, there doesn't seem to be an inn around, after the concubine, how can you let Childe make room, you continue to rest."

The voice is light and soft, and Ning Yuhe's like a spring breeze is different from rejecting people, from the inside to the outside, with a bit of intimacy, which makes people feel good when they hear it.

Xu Buling's footsteps were paused, and he didn't want to pull the nightingale out to get drenched in the rain, but seeing that the other party didn't mind, he walked back to sit under the Buddha statue, took out a candle from his bag and lit it, with a bright smile:

"The girl is quite bold, how can she run out alone when it rains?"