Cui Fuguan, located on the sunny side of a slope on the south side of Pengzu Peak in Qingcheng Mountain, covers an area of only three or four acres of unique art fantasy line reading in all directions. Several cyan buildings are scattered, surrounded by pines and cypresses, which is very quiet. Among the dozens of Taoist temples in Qingcheng Mountain, Cuifu Temple was originally very inconspicuous, and its location was not obvious. However, since the Quanzhen Sect's famous female Taoist Qingjing Sanren moved in two years ago, this place has become famous.

Lang Zhengchun is very respectful of Qingjing Sanren, since he lived in Qingcheng Mountain, Lang Zhengchun allocated two thousand taels of silver, and built a palace for her after the Taoist temple alone, with the name of "Qingjing" in his Taoist name, exclusively for her to practice. Every time Lang Zhengchun came to the mountain, he had to summon the Qingjing Sanren to talk about the scriptures, which made Cuifuguan famous, and the name of the Qingjing Sanren also spread all over Shu.

Since November last year, Cuifuguan has become more and more popular, one of the reasons is that Li Yongxi, the former princess of Western Xia, entered the Taoist temple to practice and worship under the door of Qingjing Sanren. Many female pilgrims came to meet the Xixia princess with the Taoist name "Xuanqing". However, this Xuanqing has always been hidden in the Qingjing Palace, and has never talked about the scriptures with the pilgrims.

On the night of the assassination of the prince, the mountains were boiling, and the sergeants all over the mountains searched everywhere, and there were also passing sergeants who went to Cuifuguan to inquire, and no one dared to break into the Taoist temple to search in the name of the Qingjing Sanren and the princess of Western Xia. Even so, it still startled the Dao Gu of Quanguan. When he heard that it was the assassin of Qi who assassinated the crown prince, the Taoist temple was closed for several days, for fear that someone would break in and bring disaster to the Taoist temple.

The night is already deep, and in the side room of the Qingjing Palace, the green lamps are still burning, like bean lamps beating, reflecting a delicate and slightly pale pretty face. The cyan robe was slightly wide, covering the graceful body.

Opposite her, a white-haired Taoist sat with her eyes closed and her legs beside her. Dao Gu has white eyebrows, ruddy complexion, and is very kind, looking like a fairy family.

One old and one young female Taoist priest, one with a graceful demeanor and the other with a fairy wind and Taoist bones, are Li Yongxi and Qingjing Sanren's grandson.

Holding a copy of the Qingpi Taoist Sutra, Li Yongxi looked at it blankly, and he didn't turn a page for half a day, but sighed from time to time.

Sun Buji opened his eyes, "Xuanqing, are you still thinking about Lingkongzi?" "Lingkongzi is Song Zheng's way. When Song Zheng returned from Dajin, Guangningzi was known as "Lingkongzi", and later became Song Zheng's Taoist name in the Quanzhen Sect. Of course, only Changchunzi and others know this title.

"Master, how many days is this? There's no news of him out there? Li Yongxi closed the Dao Sutra in his hand, rubbed the cover, and asked in a low voice again.

Sun Buer smiled softly, "Silly boy, I told you a long time ago that the Lingkong Ziji Heavenly Phenomenon will definitely turn the danger into a disaster." ”

"The army of Manshu is chasing him, he ...... Where can he go? Li Yongxi spoke, and couldn't help but be anxious and worried.

"What about the army of Manshu? Can it be compared to Daikin? Sun Buer sighed lightly, "Back then, the junior disciple of Lingkong was trapped in the Dajin Palace, it was really an iron wall, can it come out differently?" You don't know what he's capable of? On this vast Qingcheng Mountain, no one can trap him. Now, he may have run out of Qingcheng Mountain a long time ago, and the people in the government can't find him. ”

Li Yongxi was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "He is taking the crown prince with him." You say he doesn't run alone, what does he do with the prince? Did you really kidnap him? ”

Sun Buer nodded lightly at Li Yongxi, "You stupid boy, if he leaves the prince behind, he will really be convicted of assassination." In that case, there will really be a disaster of killing, even if he runs back to Daqi, Shu will not let him go. ”

"But I heard that the prince doesn't know kung fu, how can he run away with the prince?" Li Yongxi's brows furrowed again.

Sun Buji beckoned, asked Li Yongxi to move a futon to his side, held Li Yongxi in his arms, and stroked her hair: "You! My brain is about to rust off, and if I don't know, I think I'm stupid. Sun Buer said pityingly, "Don't forget, Lingkongzi is the 'Sage of Time' of our Quanzhen Sect, how can he be trapped so easily?" Why is your Taoist name called Lingkongzi? It's because although he is loyal and pure, his actions are erratic, which makes people confused and raise a little ghost to be the latest chapter of the husband. [520xs] You may not know his story, but you have told me all about it. At the beginning of Dajin, the situation was far more critical than today, but he was stunned to let Lingkongzi's junior brother find an opportunity, expose the old monk's understanding, and save Dajin's son. ”

With Sun Buji's narration, the original scene seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. Li Yongxi was in Dajin at the time, but he felt that there was a lot of chaos at that time, and he never thought that there were so many interesting stories in it.

After listening to the story for a while, Li Yongxi's expression eased and he was no longer so worried. However, another question arises, "Why is there a rumor outside that he assassinated the crown prince?" Didn't you say that the prince was very good to him, and he always called him Master Song. He is a guest of honor in the Prince's Mansion. ”

"There are many vain words in the world. Sometimes rumors are like the wind, blowing here and there. What the truth of the rumors is, there will always be a day when it will be revealed. Sun Buer said lightly, "Isn't there such a sentence, Duke Zhou is afraid of rumors, and Wang Mang is humble and not usurped." ”

Li Yongxi hummed softly, snuggled in Sun Buer's arms, closed his eyes, as if thinking about something. I don't know how long it took, but I slowly fell asleep.

Rubbing Li Yongxi's back, Sun Buji sighed, "This kid is really pitiful, he has become a person who has lost his country." That's it, and it's dyed with the annoying word "love" again. This dignified princess of a country can't get rid of a love word. I don't have time to pity myself, but I feel sad for others. ”

Sun Buji looked up at the dim lights, and his eyes became clearer.

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"Come, Brother Bai, try this, how does it taste?" Song Zheng stirred up the firewood and handed a skewer of grilled fish to Lang Bochuan with a little pride.

"Good!" Lang Bochuan took the grilled fish with one hand, blew it slightly, and then took a big bite. He hadn't shaved his chin for days, and his beard was covered with crumbs of fish. As Lang Bochuan gnawed, the debris fell down.

Lang Bochuan couldn't care about this, and applauded loudly while eating, divided five by two, and swallowed a fish weighing more than a pound into his stomach.

If someone familiar sees Lang Bochuan at this time, he will be surprised: Is this still the personable, gentle and respectful prince? How did you become so dissolute?

Lang Bochuan didn't care what others said at this time, he shook the fish bone and stared at another fish on the fire frame.

Song Zheng laughed, "Brother Bai, why is he in such a hurry, come, give you a bite of this, this is an authentic champion red!" ”

"Good!" Lang Bochuan shouted again, took the wine gourd thrown by Song Zheng, raised his head and drank it, wiped his lips, and exhaled happily.

The two are now in a small town more than 30 miles northwest of Xindu. There is a small river here, perhaps because of the drought, the river has almost cut off its flow, forming small pools of different depths, and the fish that used to inhabit the water have taken shape.

It was still cold, and the fish were motionless, with only their gills flickering. Passing through this place, the "homeless" Song Zheng and Lang Bochuan were naturally overjoyed and immediately set up camp.

Since leaving Daxing Town, Song Zheng saw that the sergeant was searching too closely, so he did not dare to enter the town again, but walked along the remote villages. For the first two days, the two were still on horseback. Later, he felt that the horse was too conspicuous, so he sold the horse and replaced it with a small donkey. Song Zheng bought some daily necessities such as clothes and salt in the town, put them on the back of the little donkey, and let Lang Bochuan ride on them.

So, Song Zheng led the donkey, Lang Bochuan rode on it, chanting poems while walking, you are a couplet, I am a sentence, it is not lively.

The most coquettish thing is that Song Zheng prepared a book for Lang Bochuan, and when he got something, he immediately wrote it down with charcoal ash and put it in the book, learning from the Tang Dynasty poet Li He, who was really vassally elegant.

Li He is a short-lived ghost, Lang Bochuan didn't care about it, but was complacent. Along the way, Lang Bochuan's injuries gradually improved, and he became cheerful.

After that, Lang Bochuan became more and more unkempt, and there was a tendency to change from a royal nobleman to a rainbow bearded guest. made Song Zheng pout, and said secretly, if Lang Zhengchun knew that his prince had become like this, I don't know if he would settle accounts with himself.

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After eating the fish, Song Zheng unloaded all the packages from the little donkey, opened the package, and took out a large piece of cloth from it. Then, he found a few long branches, sharpened sticks of different lengths, and soon set up a tent.

Lang Bochuan, who had good legs and feet, was also busy, and he used a small shovel to dig a pit next to the fire that was five feet long and wide, and two feet deep. Then they put out the fire, piled up the hot ashes into the pit, covered it with dense branches, and covered it with fluffy weeds. A straw bed was formed.

The tent was moved above the grass bed, and Lang Bochuan and Song Zheng both got in. The two of them lay down in their clothes, and Lang Bochuan added a small quilt to his body. In this way, there is a tent on top and a warm grass bed underneath, so it won't be cold at all.

Although this process is not technical, it should be done with care. Especially the ashes, there must be no sparks, otherwise they will be lit along with the grass beds and tents.

Nothing was said all night. Early the next morning, the two followed the direction and continued to move forward. Along the way, under Song Zheng's careful care, Lang Bochuan's injuries were all healed. Although he had lost some weight, he was in good spirits. More importantly, this new experience allowed Lang Bochuan to understand the lives of ordinary people that he had never been exposed to.

Anxiety is inevitable. One is worried about the situation in Chengdu, and the other is that the scene of the lower-class people in Shu made Lang Bochuan very disappointed, and even chanted poems, but also changed from the original search for chapters and sentences to "poor years and worries about Li Yuan". The land of Shu under his feet is far from the richness and peace imagined by Lang Bochuan.

Song Zheng didn't have time to worry about whether the people of Shu were rich, and what he was most concerned about was whether Lang Boyan really rebelled.

Five days later, when Song Zheng and Lang Bochuan traveled to Hanzhou, they heard the news of Chengdu Mansion one after another. There are different opinions about these news, which makes Song Zheng and the others happy and worried. The only thing they knew for sure was that there weren't so many sergeants searching for them anymore.