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Zhan Yan smiled and shook his head slightly, Lin Han refused: "Thank you Uncle for your kindness, the disciple can handle it." ”

"What's so mysterious?" Ding Mian frowned and said, "If it doesn't take long, we'll wait for you for a while, and when you take care of things, we'll go back to the mountain together." ”

Lin Han smiled: "Hehe, a promise, Master, Uncle, you go back first, it's important to get down to business." Besides, in this Songshan. Luoyang territory, will anyone be able to disadvantage me? ”

Hehe...... Everyone laughed.

"In that case, you can do it yourself." Ding Mian is no longer reluctant, he came down the mountain this time, in addition to thinking quietly, he was also worried about Lin Han's safety, and now that Lin Han is fine, he is also relieved.

The next day they were going on a long journey, so they went to rest early.

In fact, the distance from Luoyang to Songshan is not 'far', and with the footsteps of ordinary horses, it is only a few hours to arrive.

But everyone knows that after this parting, it is not so easy to say goodbye, so this 'far' is more reflected in time, rather than just the distance of space.

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Weicheng towards the rain and light dust,

The guest house is green and willow-colored.

Persuade you to drink a glass of wine,

There is no one in the west out of Yangguan.

When I woke up from my deep sleep, I found that it was raining lightly outside, and the whole Los Angeles was misty, as if it was drowning in a cloud of smoke and rain, but there was some tone of light rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

was told that Ding Mian and the others had left, Lin Han was a little stunned in his heart, looking at the more and more green willows in the courtyard, for some reason, he actually remembered the poem "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi" by the great poet Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty.

Perhaps, it was this situation that touched the feelings; Or, the love in my heart has infected the scenery of heaven and earth, and the scenes are blended, but it is a little indistinguishable.

After hastily having breakfast and saying goodbye to Tang Yingyu and the others, Lin Han held a dark oil-paper umbrella alone and blended into the smoke and rain of Los Angeles.

The thin rain line, covered by the edge of the oil-paper umbrella, was so quiet that there was no sound, like a well-behaved kitten, just a thin layer of fluff to tell their existence.

On the street, perhaps because the sky was getting gloomy, there were not many pedestrians, and occasionally a few people hurried through with their purchases.

In the steamed bun shop not far in front of him, a coarse cloth man in his thirties was taking a small bag of hot steamed buns from the shopkeeper, putting them in his pocket with a smile on his face......

Looking at the man's slightly hunched back and that honest smile, Lin Han thought, perhaps, that man was not long after he got off work from the master's house, and hurriedly went home to visit the child he hadn't seen for a few days.

Not in a hurry to walk to that place, Lin Han held an oil-paper umbrella and walked aimlessly through the streets and alleys, watching people come and go, looking at life, and after a long time, he sighed and walked towards that alley.

The sky is getting darker and darker; The rainstorm is coming......

It was originally a small alley, but Lin Han walked for half an hour, but he had not yet reached the deepest part, which frequently attracted the attention of outsiders. They didn't understand that on this rainy day, Lin Han didn't rush home to avoid the rain, but he had to hold a useless oil-paper umbrella and walk step by step......

In the deepest part of the alley, looking at the closed door, Lin Han's heart was actually relieved, and then he was slightly disappointed.

In the sky, the dark clouds were finally unbearable, and large drops of rain fell, hitting the ground, hitting the oil-paper umbrellas, crackling.

Squeak......

The door was not locked, Lin Han stepped forward, gently pushed it open, and stepped into the courtyard with the piercing sound of the door.

In the courtyard, several baskets are stacked under the eaves.

Lin Han approached gently, picked one up casually, and found that they were all unfinished works, obviously, the owner put down the work in his hand because of an accident, but it looked quite complete in the stacking, presumably when the master left, he was not in a hurry, at least, there was still time to sort out the sundries.

Put down the bamboo basket, Lin Han came to the door, there was just an iron pin inserted between the door, and it was not locked.

Lin Han put away the umbrella and shook off the rain, before taking off the iron pin and placing it in a corner. Gently pushing the door open, the dim light made the furnishings in the house orderly, which proved that the owner of the room was not in a hurry to leave.

Walking to the table of the Eight Immortals, Lin Han stretched out his left hand, wiped his fingers lightly on the table, rubbed between his fingers, feeling a little dust, not a lot, and already understood in his heart that the two of them had not been gone for a long time, about five or six days ago.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, and there are signs of swallowing up the entire city, Lin Han blew off the dust on the seat, sat on it, faced the rain outside the door, and quietly thought about his thoughts......

The torrential rain was raging, and the thunder and lightning in the sky were flashing non-stop, and the roar was endless, but it couldn't alarm Lin Han in the slightest, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so fascinated.

After a long time, the rain gradually subsided, the thick thunderclouds disappeared, the sky brightened again, and at the end, only a frizzy drizzle remained, and it could not be stopped......

Raising his head from his contemplation, he found that the rain had almost stopped, Lin Han smiled dumbly, got up from his seat, walked through the inner hall, and came to the backyard.

I can't see it in the front, only when I get to this backyard, I will find that there is a different world, lakes, rain lotus, pavilions, bridges, rockeries, bamboo forests, flowers and trees, stone tables, stone benches, staggered combinations together, there is a different kind of tranquility, in this Luoyang City, but it is extremely rare, presumably Ren Yingying also spent a lot of thought to arrange.

It's just that the beauty is always there, but the things are, but the people are not......

With a sigh, Lin Han put the umbrella in the corner of the backyard wall, strolling in the drizzle, feeling the cool wetness, so that he could feel the real existence.

Along the path by the winding artificial lake, looking at the lotus cover that is constantly bending and straightening, shaking out of the water with a bang, walking silently and shallowly, at the corner, Lin Han took an arrow step and stepped onto the wooden bridge leading to the center of the lake.

When he arrived at the pavilion in the middle of the lake, Lin Han stopped, leaning on the pillars of the pavilion, imagining that when summer came, the layers of lotus leaves in the lake would rise and fall with the wind, and between the blue waves, one or two mature lotus pods would occasionally be revealed, which would complement each other with the pink petals, reflecting a reincarnation.

Presumably, on many midsummer nights, Ren Yingying will take out the guqin with a scorched tail, and gently pluck the strings in the moonlight, in the dance of fireflies......

Shaking his head, he looked at the swimming fish in the lake among the lotus leaves, green skin and red backs, all of them opened their mouths and breathed rapidly, very happy.

Walk through the gazebo and forward again until you reach the other side of the lake, where it is another world.

In the bamboo forest, Lin Han walked cautiously, for fear that the movement would be too big and disturb these green bamboos.

Experienced people know that the bamboo forest after the rain is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be beaten into a soup chicken by the rain that comes from the sky.

Lin Han didn't want to go back because of the inexplicable emotions in his heart today.

After avoiding a few unexpected bamboo rains, Lin Han saw a stone table and three stone benches standing at equal angles.

Some people say that to see if a person is lonely, you only need to go to the place where he is often alone, if there is only one place, then he is just lonely, not lonely; If there are two or more positions, then he is both lonely and lonely.

Ren Yingying's state of mind, Lin Han somewhat understands that the situation of the two is quite similar, the only difference is that Ren Yingying takes the initiative to avoid it, while Lin Han takes the initiative to integrate, but after all, they are all the same loneliness.

Therefore, a large part of the reason why the two were able to become friends was that loneliness.

But now, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore, Lin Han sighed deeply.

Steaming off the water stains on the stone bench with red fire true qi, Lin Han sat down, this time, he came in, but there was no piano sound to accompany him!

Since Ren Yingying has left, she must have received the news of Ren Wuxing's death and turned back to Blackwood Cliff.

What made Lin Han more relieved was that she brought the green bamboo Weng with her, which showed that in her subconscious, the Black Wood Cliff did not make her feel safe, or rather, she did not trust Ling Hu Chong very much.

Perhaps, in the past two years, he has not been on the Black Wood Cliff, precisely because he has been estranged from Ling Hu Chong, thinking about this, Lin Han couldn't help laughing: He really has to look at Shu, even if it is not Ling Hu Chong, it is impossible to be with Ren Yingying......

But for some reason, despite this, Lin Han's heart was extraordinarily happy. The complicated mood at this moment is that even he can't fully understand it.

In this green bamboo forest, Lin Han stayed for a long time, the rain stopped for a long time, the sun came out for a long time, and the sky became dark again for a long time......

The rain will eventually stop; People have to leave after all.

This time, he didn't see Ren Yingying, Lin Han didn't take it to heart except for a little disappointment, perhaps, it would be better to calm down after a long time.

Regarding the poison of the 'Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill' on Ren Yingying's body, he was not very anxious.

The Three Corpses Brain Divine Pill is a kind of poison that is extremely damaging to the Demon Sect. The method of refining it is known only to the Demon Sect Master.

There are three kinds of corpse insects in the medicine, and there is no abnormality after taking them, but at the noon of the Duanyang Festival every year, if you do not take the antidote to restrain the corpse insects in time, the corpse insects will come out.

Once it is in the brain, the person who takes this medicine will act like a ghost, and even his parents and wives will bite and eat it.

Dongfang Undefeated forced his subordinates to take this medicine, and threatened them with an antidote every year, so that they would obey the drive with all their hearts.

After regaining the position of the sect leader, he also obtained the refining method of this medicine, and used it to control his subordinates, except for Xiang Wentian and Ling Hu Chong, no one in the middle and high levels of the Demon Sect was spared.

It's just that this poison can only be alleviated, not eradicated, and there is no way to do anything about the poison on Ren Yingying's body, so I can only give her alleviating medicine.

I learned from Ren Yingying that now there is still the last antidote on Ren Yingying's body, which is enough to support next year's Duanyang Festival.

Therefore, before that, Lin Han persuaded Ren Yingying to relieve her of the poison of the 'Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill', and she didn't have to be in a hurry.

Since things are no longer people, and this place is no longer enough to be nostalgic, before dusk, Lin Han held an oil-paper umbrella and left quietly......

The next time we meet, we will be at the top of Mount Tai, and before that, there are still many things waiting for Lin Han, both expected and unexpected.

Even, unforeseen dangers......

(This is the second update of today, because it is an excessive chapter, so it will be posted at the same time.) There will be a big-high-tide in the back, and another big-high-tide will be set in the big-high-tide, or there will be a second high-tide, depending on the power of the sunset...... It will be on the shelves in the next few days, a lot of things to say, if friends have a heart, please pay attention to the testimonials that will be uploaded later, thank you friends for your support! ）