When Yang Fan was about to arrive at the old shop street, the afterglow was about to end, and it was golden on the black tiles. He saw the figure crouching in the corner and asked, "Why are you squatting here?" ”

When Nanbei, who was worried, heard Yang Fan's voice, he immediately cracked his mouth and smiled, flashing with his big eyes, and said, "Big brother, you're back." A master came to block the bad old man who Nanbei told you a few days ago, and said that the eldest brother had something to do in the palace and asked Nanbei to go over and help. But the north and the south don't know the road, and they still don't know after running for a long time. ”

Yang Fan took Nanbei's hand and said, "Nanbei." ”

"Huh?"

"That bad old man didn't do anything to you, did he?" Yang Fan looked down at Xiao Nanbei's little bald head, it was very bright and clean, slightly dark, it should have not been shaved for some days.

Xiao Nanbei seems to have been born with Yang Fan, his eyes are squinting like crescent moons, jumping up and down, "Nanbei is amazing." If it weren't for the master to come over, the north and south could also beat the bad uncle. ”

"Oh? So powerful? ”

Nanbei Quack laughed twice, "The old uncle is going to hang, Nanbei can see it, so I don't bother with him." ”

The two walked on the old shop street, today's old shop street is exceptionally quiet, the closer the two are to Limindang, the more they feel that it is dawn. Even the green bricks under your feet exude gold. Yang Fan glanced ahead, and then pulled out the new leaves of the big banyan tree, of course, just pulling out the new shoots was just the impression that Yang Fan had a few days ago. Now that I look at it, the greenery is thicker, and it is even stronger.

The street shops on both sides have closed very early. If in normal times, Li Min was still sitting on the threshold of the crucible next door, holding a hemp rope to tie the crucible. There is also the lantern shop opposite, Liu Laohan always wants to take advantage of the fact that the sky can still see the light, and paste a few more lanterns. The procurement office in the palace looked at Yang Fan's face and understood that Yang Fan took good care of the neighbors. This lantern, crucible or something, I also went to the old shop street to buy it.

However, today, all the shops that are still in the old shop street are closed, which is somewhat abnormal. Yang Fan looked over, it was not normal. Because there were two people sitting under the tree. Even if you look at it from a distance, the golden light on the body of a monk and an old man is not the dazzling gold, but the bright yellow of the waning mountains.

Lao Suo's surname is Xia, the summer of the end of summer.

The old monk's surname is a monk, and the monk is silent.

The faces of the two of them are an inexplicable sallow yellow. At the end of summer, the book is dead and spring, but this is the second spring. After all, it is the second spring, the end of the strong crossbow, and the rest of the strength is exhausted, so it is impossible to enter the summer, autumn, and winter like Bu Laodao, but directly fall into the cold valley.

"Why do you have to die with me? My longevity has come to an end. After coming to Beijing to fulfill my wish, I left. Why do you act like that? "The voice of the book at the end of summer is a little deep. He didn't know what to say. But he looked at Yang Fan very calmly, and said to the old monk.

"Amitabha, poor monks who have lived long enough, three or five years, don't care. can die here, with an old friend as a companion. It's a well-deserved death. The old monk turned his back to Yang Fan, and he didn't see the two of them coming, but he could feel it.

"You're here?"

"You did it?" Yang Fan looked at the end of the summer book in disbelief, although he had already prepared for the worst, he really didn't want to think about it over there. Hopefully, your judgment is wrong. But seeing that familiar face, the facts told him that there was nothing wrong. "The jade seal, did you make it?" Jade can be called jade, which means that it is hard enough. He didn't believe that even a master of the Innate Realm couldn't shatter an object from such a distance, otherwise, that black-robed man was fully capable of crushing Zhu Youzhen's heart, and the only possibility was that the jade seal had been tampered with.

Before the jade seal was delivered to Jingshi, he could know that there was a jade seal inside, and the biggest suspicion that he could come into contact with was the old farmer Xia Mo Shu who followed him all the way. When Yang Fan was on the drum tower, he suspected that the black robe was the end of the summer book, and only with this explanation could he sort out so many strange things that had happened along the way.

"It's me." Summer End Book smiled gloomily, "So what? ”

So what, when the four words reached Yang Fan's ears, they were so ironic. yes, so what? He was going to die, and the plan worked out again. It's the best ending for the old farmer, isn't it?

"Where is the prince? Tell me. Yang Fan's voice was cold. This late summer book, who has been working in Jinling Farm for so long and helping him cultivate greenhouse planting, is not such a simple identity as an old farmer? If he is also farming in Huguang and Jinling, then why should he go out of the mountains?

The book is silent at the end of summer. Xiao Nanbei Buddha is smart, but he is not deeply involved in the world, so he naturally can't understand what they are talking about, so he just used the monk's robe to wipe the beads of sweat on the forehead of the master. The monk shook his head silently and motioned to the little monk not to wipe it. The two of them sat here, fighting the Tao and the Fa. And all the avenues come to an end, one is life, the other is death. Life and death depend on each other, and the branches of the big banyan tree are luxuriant, which means that the two of them are about to run out of oil.

They ask God to be inseparable from things, and this method of fighting is naturally inseparable from things. This big banyan tree is the sustenance of their fighting methods. The old farmer died, and the monk was silent, and now the big banyan tree is full of vitality, so naturally the monk is slightly better.

"Who is the black robe that appeared in the palace?" Yang Fan asked again.

At the end of the summer, the book seemed to have forgotten Yang Fan by his side, and sighed silently at the monk: "You won, the end of the book is willing to bow down." The two men under the tree were radiant, but their faces were tired.

"Amitabha, the poor monk wins in Shouyuan, and he uses Shouyuan to reach the Tao, this deal, in the final analysis, is still a loss for the poor monk." The old monk's smile was still the same, "This tree is not a light toss." It should be in summer, but it is not easy to bloom in spring. ”

At the end of the summer, Shu finally looked up at Yang Fan and muttered: "Mao is in summer, but it is in spring." Isn't this because of us? Hehe. He shook his head again. The jade seal is the bag I dropped. When he was on the boat in Huguang, there were some small poisons on the jade, but they were only useful when they were broken and mixed into the blood and acted together. The general innate realm can also bear it. He said it so lightly, but he was so shocked in Yang Fan's ears. The innate strength is so strong, and it can be carried by it. How can this Zhu Youzhen be able to get through.

"Antidote."

"There is no cure." At the end of the summer, he stopped paying attention to Yang Fan. Looking at the monk silently, he said, "Hey, old friend." It's too shallow to see here after all, how about we change places? ”

The old monk bowed his head and said, "As Lord Xia wishes." The two of them emitted two rays of brilliant light that soared into the sky, like a light rising from the ground, and even Yang Fan and Xiao Nanbei were blinded by covering their eyes with their hands, not daring to look directly. (To be continued.) )