Lang Kite turned around and saw a gray-haired old man holding a crutch at her with an angry face.

"Stinky boy, dare to climb on your ancestor's head!"

Lang Kite raised his two hands to show that he had no malicious intent, "Grandpa, I just wanted to get something, and I didn't intend to damage the object here." ”

The crutch slammed hard on her ass, and she was in pain.

"Nonsense!" The old man glared angrily: "You have climbed up the dragon head, and it is not called damage!" Yes! The dragon carving is for people to see and worship! It's everyone, it's not yours alone, you climb too! He climbs too! Isn't this faucet damaged? ”

Seeing the old man swing his cane again, Lang Kite hurriedly dodged sideways, "You're right!" But I really just got something, and you asked me to go up and get it for me! ”

"Show it back to the old man?" The old man's white beard is about to fly, "If the old man lets you go up today, I will have one more sentence to visit here!" ”

The light on Qianxian's body became brighter and brighter, and Lang Kite grabbed it and looked up.

Sure enough, what Xiaofang I love you, I love you and so on are all written, and at the same time, she can also see that there is indeed a box at the faucet.

"I have to go up......" Before he could say anything about the damage, the old man's crutches beckoned.

"Hey, hey......" The old man fell to the ground with too much force.

"I'll help you!"

Lang Kite hurriedly ran over to help the old man up, "You don't care, right? As soon as she finished speaking, she slipped and fell to the ground......

He also kicked the old man farther!

"You!" The old man rolled his eyes in anger.

"I'm sorry!" Lang Kite wanted to cry and shouted without tears, the old man wailed and fell in the distance, and Lang Kite's hands on the ground realized that something was wrong.

On this ground......

It looks like it's all oil!

Lang Kite stood up and walked cautiously towards the old man, "Grandpa! Who spilled oil on the ground? ”

She squatted beside the old man and gently helped him up, only then did she see that he was crying and out of breath.

Lang Kite blamed herself for a while and couldn't express it, she blamed her for being careless, she had fallen down and made up for it, look at the old man's pain.

As a result, the old man opened his mouth and said that it was not pain, but ......

"They...... I'm going to burn down the Dragon Temple. ”

Lang Kite helped the old man sit up, and wondered, "Who?" Who is going to burn down the Dragon Temple? ”

The old man sighed, wiped away his tears and choked out two words.

"Tree Disciples."

Lang Kite heard this word for the first time, and looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man said slowly: "Three years ago, there were divine doctors who began to preach the sacred tree in the city, and slowly, the neighbors began to believe in the sacred tree and worship the sacred tree, and the dragon was forgotten. ”

He raised his cloudy eyes and looked around the Dragon Temple emotionally, "The dragon is our ancestor, even if you sell medicine and make money, people shouldn't forget their roots." How...... How can it be ......"

"What about destroying the Dragon Temple?" Tears welled up in his eyes again, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Lang Kite's eyes dimmed, and he said in a deep voice, "So you don't return home in the cold weather, and you are guarding in the Dragon Temple, just to prevent them from destroying the Dragon Temple?" ”

The old man sighed and nodded, his voice helpless. "The old man has been living here for half a month, and today a few stinky boys actually came to the Dragon Temple to sprinkle oil, I'm afraid, the old man ...... I can't hold it. ”

Lang Kite held the old man and sighed secretly in his heart.

The hearts of the people have changed, but what about the royal family?

According to my mother, sixteen years ago, in order to celebrate her birth, my father ordered the construction of a building that has been admired by the world for centuries.

The queen mother suggested that the Dragon Temple be repaired but was rejected by the father, and the father still repaired the Lanyue Que, sixteen years, fifty zhang high!

Is it really possible to climb the moon and get the moon? The royal family is impetuous and vain, and the people are detached from morality, until she stepped out of the palace wall, she understood that the Great Zhou was not a song and dance.

"Young man, why is your face so ugly?" The old man looked at Lang Kite with some concern.

When Lang Kite heard the old man say this, he also realized that he was indeed very uncomfortable, and he had been chilling and dizzy since he entered the door.

The old man put his hand on his forehead and touched it, and then put it on the head of Lang Kite.

The old man groaned and said worriedly, "Young man, you are sick!" ”

Lang Kite put the back of his hand on his forehead, and it was really hot. The cold wind poured in from outside, and she shrunk her neck.

"Hurry up and go home! Don't rely on your youth to resist, you can't resist it. The old man said earnestly.

Lang Kite smiled bitterly and shook her head, "You don't have to worry about me, I just want to ask you to allow me to rest here for one night." ”

The old man sighed and struggled to stand up, "It's a poor homeless man again." ”

Seeing him get up and leave, Lang Kite thought he was leaving, but he walked to the door and said to her, "You stay here, the old man will go and buy you some medicine." ”

Lang Kite's heart was hot, "Thank you!" ”

The old man glanced at the glowing Qianxian on the offering table, and said, "Is that lamp still yours?" The old man helped you throw it away, right? Twinkle and twinkle, don't blow it up. ”

Lang Kite got up and hugged Qianxian in his arms, "I want it!" ”

The old man answered, closed the door and went out.

I don't know if it was too hard to stand up, Lang Kite got up and was dizzy for a while.

She sat down on the offering table and felt warmth on Qianxian's body.

It's just that it's too small, and if it's bigger, she won't be cold. "Little thing......" she leaned her dazed head on the offering table, her eyes squinting tiredly.

"Hongu is ...... now It's just you......"

The kite fell into a dream.

In her dream, there were bursts of heat that wrapped her, and she seemed to be leaning against the soft chaise longue in the palace again.

She opened her eyes slightly, and it was the slum warrior, who ......

and he had no clothes.

It seems that he really fascinated his face, otherwise how could he have such a dream.

She saw him frowning, examining the abrasions on her body, his movements were light, and he seemed to be extremely careful, as if he was afraid to wake her up. Then he hugged her and tightened his arms again.

She laughed secretly in her heart, she was a person she didn't know, but she was as gentle as a lover in her dreams, but such a gentle dream, how could she bear to end it with reason?

The discomfort of the illness faded away in his warmth, and she felt comfortable in her dreams, and greedily rubbed against his neck.

What a dream......

Not far away, there was a loud noise.

"Burn the Dragon Temple! Burn the Dragon Temple! Burn the Dragon Temple! ”

The old man was carrying the medicine he had just grabbed from Langzhong, and he saw from a distance people holding torches surrounding the Dragon Temple, and the medicine fell straight to the ground.

"You are not allowed to burn! Forbid! The old man looked at the Dragon Temple with tears in his eyes, and ran forward with unsteady steps, his hoarse voice crying in the cold wind.

A young man glared at the old man coldly, "You're an old immortal again!" Burn! ”

Hearing this, everyone threw torches at the Dragon Temple......